#WELL A BONUS NIGHT TOO HUT SHIT

[mediumgayitalian]

When Nico asks him out, there is vomit on his scrubs. His hair is disgusting. The bags under his eyes are actually the size of Texas, and he was born there so he says it in good confidence.

Also, it goes right over his head.

“Gods, yeah,” Will sighs, relieved. “Yeah, I could —” He laughs, a little hysterically, scrubbing his hand over his face and trying to blink the sudden onslaught of dizzy away. “I’m starving. I am — tired of this stupid room. I could use dinner out.”

“Great,” Nico says, rocking back on his heels. He twists his skull ring around his finger, like he does when he’s nervous, but there’s a tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth that Will has learned, in the past few weeks of his help in the infirmary, is a smile. “I’ll — um, I’ll pick you up at seven?”

Will glances down at the rapidly-drying splatter of vomit spreading from his right shoulder all the way down to his belly button. The nasty brown-yellow colour of it clashes so violently with the mint-green of his scrubs that it might be a felony, actually. The one whole spaghetti noodle smack in the middle of it does not help.

“Yeah, I’ll need at least that long in the shower.”

Nico’s face goes through a very complicated string of emotions. “I think you look nice,” he offers.

“You and I have very different definitions of ‘nice’, di Angelo,” Will snorts. He gestures behind him. “Bye, Nico. I’ll see you in a few hours?”

“Right. Bye, Will.”

“Hey, first name status!”

“Shut up, Solace. Go change your shirt.”

Will snickers, jogging down the Big House stairs with a backwards wave. He hustles past campers jogging towards their daily activities, ducking into the Apollo cabin before someone can ask him for something.

It’s been a busy few weeks.

The Giant War was…well. It’s over, now, is the point, but it was not without casualties, and it was not without injury, and injury, and injury. Plus the flu that just had to hit right before the Romans were about to head back to California. Will has spent more nights in the infirmary in the last few weeks than he ever has, including after the Titan War. Understaffed does not begin to cover it. He had to beg Cecil for his secret Redbull stash after his third straight day on his feet, praying to his father, his aunt, and any other god who was listening to keep his hands from shaking. Without Nico’s help — well, he doesn’t want to think about how things would have gone without Nico’s help.

He’d slept through his promised three days in the infirmary. Will had restitched his werewolf scratching (—his werewolf scratches his fucking werewolf scratches his fucking shitting goddamn werewolf scratches that he stitched with sewing thread and left for gods know how many days and Will is going to quit his job, he is, he is going to live in a hut in the Florida Everglades and chase questers away with a fucking broom—) as he slept on the first day, then spent the next days glaring at him in seething jealousy.

He had wanted to sleep. He had wanted to sleep so godsdamn badly. And yet. He was plastering salve on the translucent fingers of a dumbass who pushed himself too hard.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” Will had mocked, ignoring the yelled you’re losing it, Willy! from Kayla as she passed by. “Nyeh nyeh nyeh. I can shadow travel wherever I want. Nyeh nyeh nyeh. Catch me I’m about to pass out. Nyeh nyeh nyeh.”

“I never asked you to catch me,” muttered Nico, groggily, and Will had screamed.

Not his best moment.

Luckily, his string of colourful cursing had killed any idea that Will was scared of him, or something, and the list of chores he’d doled out the second he made sure Nico could walk had put the idea in the grave.

He still can’t quite believe that Nico actually, like…listened. But he’s a good bandage cutter (very accurate) and, as a super fun bonus, the Romans were all scared of him, so when they tried to get out of their cots while their limbs were literally hanging onto them by a thread, Will just had Nico stand behind him and glare at them until they sat their asses back down.

(“You are without a doubt the best nurse I’ve ever had,” Will had grumbled, sticking his tongue out at Austin, who lazily tried to trip him. Nico had rolled his eyes, huffing as if he thought Will was joking.)

“Wow,” says Cecil, sitting in Will’s bed for some reason. He rakes his eyes up and down his body, whistling appreciatively at the towel around his waist. Will rolls his eyes and starts digging through his dresser drawers. “Look at you! So human-like! No zombie eyebags to be seen!”

“Showers don’t erase eyebags, dick for brains.”

“True, but you’re so hot when you’re not covered in blood and vomit that I can overlook them.”

“Kiss my ass, Cecil.”

“Really? Is that permission?”

Will laughs, admitting defeat. He tugs on a pair of boxers, then tosses a few clothing options on his bed.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s good to be out, Zeus’ beard. Nico’s taking me to dinner; d’you know if it’s cold in the city? And I should probably wear real shoes, right, Annabeth mentioned something about New York bacteria —”

“Woah, woah, hold on, William, pause there for a second.”

Will looks up, frowning. “What?”

“Nico’s taking you to dinner?”

Cecil’s eyes are wide. Reflexively, Will pats his chin, paranoid he’s got something on his face.

“…Yes? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing! Nothing, nothing.” Quickly, Cecil schools his face back to its usual smirk, leaning casually against the bedpost. (He misses. Mercifully, Will decides to let it slide and wait for him to straighten himself. He’s a good friend, like that.)

“Well, obviously something.”

“Nope! I’m just —” He softens. “I’m glad you’re taking a break, Willy. We’ve been worried about you. Remind me to send him a lock pick set.”

“Most people send fruit,” Will suggests gently. He cuffs Cecil playfully on the jaw, rolling his eyes when Cecil catches his hand and presses a loudly exaggerated kiss to it. “Or flowers. Also, don’t call me Willy.”

“Sorry, Willy.”

“Gods, you’re infuriating.”

“Mhm. And yet you adore me. Oou, wear the grey plaid shirt, it makes your eyes look bluer. And for the love of Hermes, do not wear shorts.”

———

At seven o’clock sharp, there’s a knock on the doorframe.

“Uh, hi?”

“Nico!” Will says brightly. “Hi! You don’t have to wait by the door, dorkus. Come in.”

With a second of hesitation, Nico steps in. The usually creaky floorboards are silent under his black Chucks. Will chooses to believe that’s on purpose, because it’s cooler.

“You can sit if you want! Unless we gotta leave right away. I wasn’t actually sure, are we just going to McDonald’s or something? Also, I told Cecil he couldn’t come, I figured three would make it a party or something but lemme know if we’re bringing friends along and —”

“We’re not,” Nico interrupts.

“—tell them.” Will blinks at him, then smiles. “Just you and me, then.”

Nico clears his throat. “Yeah.” He glances up at Will, and away again, like he can’t hold his gaze for too long. He looks a little flushed. “You, uh. You braided your hair.”

“What? Oh!” Will touches the French braids on either side of his head, smiling. “Yeah, I finally had the time. Keeps my hair back better than much else. Hey, Nico, you good? You looked flushed, maybe you should —”

Nico catches his hand. He smiles.

“I’m fine, Solace. You just look nice, is all.”

Will snorts. “No kidding. Anything’s better than the vomit shirt.”

———

Nico refuses to answer any of his questions about where they’re going.

Or, well. Will asks him and endless string of questions and receives only hums or nods in response, except for the odd huff of laughter when Will pouts.

“C’mon! Can’t I just know where we’re going?”

“You’re about to.”

“I mean now, Death Breath.”

“Well, now I’m definitely not telling you.”

“Ugh.”

Nico places a fleeting hand on his elbow as they reach the base of Half-Blood Hill, stalling him.

“Wait.”

Will pauses, listening. His heartbeat picks up. Monster? Monsters?

He glances over at Nico, noticing the tension in his face, the twist to his mouth, the —

Oh, no he doesn’t.

“Hold it, Gerard Way!”

Nico startles.

“What?”

“I know that face! You are not shadow-travelling us to the city, no way, no how, do you want to dissolve —”

“Will,” Nico interrupts, laughing softly, “Will, trust me for a second. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

Nico blinks. Will flushes.

“That was fast.”

“Well! Well.”

“I’m not shadow-travelling,” Nico promises, changing the subject when it’s clear Will has nothing to say. “I’m just summoning our ride. I promise it won’t drain me.”

“…Fine.”

Rolling his eyes fondly, Nico screws up his face again. The tiny freckles on the bridge of his nose are more obvious when he wrinkles it. Will has to shove his hands in his pockets to keep from touching them.

One moment, there’s nothing but empty road in front of them. The next, there’s a massive fucking limo, driven by what Will can only describe as a ghoul.

“There,” Nico says happily. “Our ride!”

He jogs over to the sleek black limo, leaving Will gaping. With a quick hand to keep the driver from getting up, he opens the back door, gesturing broadly.

“C’mon, Sunshine.”

Will recovers quickly. He’s never been in a limo before — hell, he’s hardly ever been in cars. He slides into the black leather seats, gaping, barely noticing Nico ducking in and closing the door behind him.

“Cleveland and Merrick, please, Jules-Albert.”

Limos are crazy.

If hotel mini bars were, like, physical places rather than tiny bottles in mini fridges, they would look like limos. The windows are tinted, so the interior is dark, illuminated a softly glowing red by strips of LEDs. There is an actual TV screen, although it’s not on. Will feels like James Bond.

“Gift from my dad,” Nico explains. “He knows he can’t always be there to drive me around, so he got Jules-Albert to take me places. He’s cool. He even answers to me, technically, and not my dad, so if anything happens back here he won’t snitch.” Nico gets so violently red he damn near goes invisible under the LEDs. “Not that — I mean, it’s more like —”

“That is so cool,” Will breathes. “Oh my gods, Nico, you are literally the coolest demigod in the world.”

“Hah,” says Nico weakly. The limo (!!) slows to a stop. “We are — here, let’s go!”

Nico practically throws himself out of the limo. Will takes one last look, thanks Jules-Albert, and hurries out after him.

———

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“What?” Nico looks at him defensively. The corner of his mouth twitches. “I thought it was pretty funny.”

Apollo Restaurant Diner, reads the garish, flashing yellow sign. Seniors half-off!

Will nudges Nico’s side as they walk in. “You should ask for the discount.”

“Keep it up and you’re paying for yourself, Solace.”

Nico guides them into a booth by the window before he can say anything. In seconds, a server is strolling up to them, popping their bubblegum and grinning.

“Welcome to Apollo’s, where if we don’t predict your order, it’s free! I’ll get you guys some sodas, and…hm. Fries to share, I think.”

They’re off, ponytail bouncing, before either of them can say anything.

“Well,” says Nico after a moment. “I guess we’re having fries.”

Will snorts. “You love fries. You love anything fried and battered, because there is nothing you love more than poor decision making.”

“Caught me, Solace.”

“Aw. I thought —”

Their server pops back in with their sodas, nodding as they thank them.

“— I thought I was bumped up to first name status! You called me Will earlier.”

Nico slurps obnoxiously at his cherry coke.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Did too!”

“Not a jury in the world will believe you, Solace.”

Will blows his straw wrapper at him. Nico barely dodges, laughing — a real, open laugh, where some of the guard drops from his shoulders, where his smile is wide enough to show his teeth, where his dark eyes cringe near shut.

“You’re so lame. Get your stupid straw wrapper away from me.”

Will feels like he doesn’t respond for ages, mesmerized by the crooked curve of Nico’s smile. There’s mischief in that smile, and oddly it makes shyness bloom in Will’s chest, it makes the tips of his ears red, makes him duck his head.

Will’s saved from trying to come up with a comment by the massive — truly gigantic — platter of fries set between them.

“Holy shit,” breathes Will, alarmed.

“Holy shit,” breathes Nico, eyes wide. The smile grows wider. “Holy shit!”

Will’s stomach growls. He’s reminded how truly hungry he is, and without another word, the two of them dig in.

They end up ordering another platter. Will theorizes that, in total, they eat at least seven whole potatoes.

“How many fries do you think is in one potato?”

“A yukon?” says Will. “Like, twenty-five, at least. Wait, hold on, pass me your napkin, lemme do the math.”

“Gods, you are such a nerd.”

Will loses count of how many times they refill their sodas. Too many. Camp food is usually very healthy — as head medic, Will has to set an example, but it’s just Nico, here. Will eats himself into a minor food coma and relishes in it. When Nico asks if he wants to order one of the giant milkshakes, he doesn’t hesitate.

“Duh. Strawberry.”

“Gross, Solace. Vanilla or nothing.”

“Basic ass bitch.”

“At least I’m not vying for strawberry!”

By the time Nico gets up to go get their bill, the sun has long since set. Will realises he forgot to put his watch back on after his shower, and has no idea what time it actually is.

“Nine-thirty ish,” Nico says, opening the limo door for him. “We’ll be back at camp at ten.”

Will grimaces. “Fuck. Will Jules-Albert chill overnight? If we try to go back to our cabins, the curfew harpies are gonna eat us.”

“Scared, Solace?”

Nico’s eyes are bright and teasing. Will wonders how the hell other campers find him so frightening — the little twitches of his mouth are so obvious. Some people are just oblivious.

“Of course I’m scared, you dickhead. What am I gonna do, sing a hymn until they go away?”

Nico snorts. “You worry too much. They’re afraid of me, you know. They’ll steer clear.”

“You have a lot of confidence in how much you scare people, which is crazy for someone who’s five eight.”

“Oh, piss off.”

Will grins. “Never.”

The drive back to camp feels shorter than it is. The limo’s seats are stupid comfortable, and Nico is a warm presence beside him, and more than anything, Will is exhausted. Last time he slept was — Thursday? He’s pretty sure? He definitely slept on Wednesday, and he’s pretty sure Kayla locked him in the back office with a pillow on Thursday. But maybe that was this morning.

“Will, hey.” A cool, calloused hand brushes over his forehead, and he leans into it, humming. “Get up, you loser. We’re here.”

Will groans. “Five more minutes.”

The soft, gravelly chuckles are the most musical things he’s ever heard. “Up you get, Sunshine, or I’ll let the harpies eat you.”

That gets Will up fast. He shoves Nico away, who’s still snickering at him, grumbling as he crawls out of the limo.

“It’s like you want me to die of stress.”

“Nah.”

They wave goodbye to Jules-Albert, who disappears in a blink. Halfway up the hill, a hand closes around his. Will glances over to Nico in surprise, but he looks resolutely ahead.

“I can feel you freaking out.” He clears his throat. “I told you, Solace. I’ll protect you.”

“That’s not what you said,” Will grumbles, but it’s hard to get his attitude across when his cheeks ache from smiling.

Nico ends up being right — the harpies steer clear of them. He looks very smug about being right, smirking all the way up to the Apollo Cabin door. He walks him up the creaking steps, pausing at the door. He lets go of Will’s hand, which is kind of a bummer. Will had liked holding his hand — physical proof that Nico was becoming more comfortable with him.

“So,” Nico says, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“So,” Will parrots, grinning. He grins wider at Nico’s scowl, gently illuminated by the soft glow of the Apollo cabin. “I had fun tonight, Nico. I needed that.”

Nico’s whole face softens. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” Will smiles at him again. “Thank you.”

For a second, Nico’s slight smile melts into a more serious expression. Will finds himself lingering, searching Nico’s face. Waiting.

Quick as a dart, Nico leans up and presses a kiss to Will’s cheek.

“Oh,” Will breathes, eyes wide. His fingers come up and brush the spot Nico kissed, skin tingling.

Nico looks at him nervously. “Was that okay?”

It takes Will a solid few seconds to answer. Even then, it’s not any recognizable words — more of an embarrassing hnnnnngh wha.

Nico grins. “Goodnight, Sunshine.”

“Nico — wait.”

“Harpies, Sunshine.”

Will could swear he sees Nico’s shoulders shaking with laughter as he walks away. Which — huh! Pardon! Excuse.

“Nico! Was! Was this a date!”

“I’ll see you in the morning, Will.”

“Nico!”

Nico disappears down the bend without answering. Will manages to catch the curve of his smile before he goes.

He doesn’t sleep a wink.

#french braid pigtail will truther nico calling will sunshine truther oblivious will truther #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #nico/will #will/nico #solangelo #pre relationship #getting together #pining nico #pining will #oblivious will #fluff #smooth nico #he’s got game i’m sorry #he’s got that kind of shy confidence u know #fic #my writing #longpost #the diner is a real place in long island btw #also i wrote all this bc i wanted to write nico opening the door for will

[bixbythemartian]

So an embarassing thing happened tonight

I had two deliveries, one at 1234 General Street (not street name or house number) and another that doesn't matter. I took 1234 General Street first because it was really close to the store.

I pull up, and it had a vibe like a house where people aren't expecting pizza.

I don't know how to explain that in a way that makes sense, tbh. No porch light is on, I couldn't see any internal lights on from outside the house. That doesn't necessarily mean anything, but you know you deliver to like a thousand houses and you get a vibe for when the people inside are expecting pizza. I'm not always right about this but you know like when I get the vibe like 75% of the time I'm right. (now this doesn't work on apartments, they don't give off the same kind of vibes, i don't know what to tell you there's some wizardy in pizza delivery).

So I, like, triple check the house number against the address I had on my ticket, just to make sure, because it's really embarrassing to knock on the wrong door at night. (Also somewhat common, especially in older neighborhoods because the house numbers aren't very visible at night. I try not to, but it happens.)

I knock and some dude answers, and I was like 'uh hey did y'all order pizza from [pizza place]' and the dude was like 'yep' and it was prepaid so I handed him the food and left for my next delivery. nothing to it. Nervous over nothing.

i got to the store and we were chatting and we got a phone call from 1234 General Street saying they hadn't gotten their food.

Now, remember, I'd gotten a weird vibe and triple checked the number at the house. I knew I'd delivered to 1234. I describe the house, the guy insists that's not his house, I was like 'it said 1234 on the garage i seriously triple checked, it was right after 1232' like I was confident, but the guy was like 'no seriously i didn't get my food' so we remade it and i went back out.

and on my way there I passed the street before General street and went '...uh-oh'.

I'd delivered to the right house number, but on the wrong fucking street.

this isn't like completely weird, like, sometimes when you know a neighborhood fairly well you take a turn too early, but most of the time when you go to the wrong house ppl go 'oh no we didn't order anything' and if you're like '1234 general?' they're like 'no you're on Baker Street' 'oh shit sorry for bothering you my dude'

so the fact that the guy just took the food is

wild

and rare, most of the time they are kinda freaked out that your'e there

my personal theory is that he had ordered pizza from another pizza place. in my experience, even if you're in uniform, people don't actually look at your uniform. they only see pizza boxes, and often they barely hear any words you say. It's only gotten worse since third party delivery became a thing. I genuinely hope Pizza Hut or whoever got an extremely weird complaint about a customer getting the wrong food. (Bonus points if the order that the customer is complaining about was still in the store.)

the guy at the house I should have delivered to in the first place was really super sweet about it though? he gave me a big tip and said it wasn't a big deal but we should try to get the other people who took his food to pay us because that was kind of bastardy of them, but I was just so relieved he was so cool about the whole thing.

I'm still pretty embarrassed about it, but in my defense, the weather was shitty and icy and I was stressing because it was very similar to the weather I totaled my truck in a couple years back.

#long post #adventures in delivery

[obiwanobi]

Do you have any AU recs where Obi-Wan and Anakin met later? Like Anakin is the hot shot celebrity pod-racer or the bloody mouthed revolutionary or a moisture farmer?

I generally prefer when Obi-Wan and Anakin have known each other for some time before having a ‘oh, it’s him’ moment, so I unfortunately don’t have a lot of fics to rec (but wow you really made me want an AU with half-feral revolutionary Anakin who will not take any shit from outsiders who didn’t get involved in the slave business until it affected them, meeting prim and proper Jedi Obi-Wan sent to find a peaceful solution to the troubles in the outer rim) but I found these ones: 

AUs where Obi-Wan and Anakin met later:

→ Gold Collar, by JSwander, 22k. It was on my to-read list for months and I finally had times to read it recently, and wow, I wasn’t disappointed. General of the Empire Kenobi finds a pretty mechanic on Tatooine during a diplomatic mission and promptly decides that he likes him and wants to keep him. Anakin has zero objection. I really liked how I couldn’t completely grasp Obi-Wan’s character for a couple of chapters and Anakin was like, my baby from the start, so I felt like a weird overbearing mama reading this fic, constantly worrying for him like ‘Anakin, darling please be careful why are you giving your absolute trust to this stranger so easily?’ so I got invested really fast. I was also pretty interested in the plot, particularly the little bits of what happened in this universe to get Obi-Wan where he is now (and how clueless Anakin is to all of it because it didn’t really affect him), so really worth reading! 

→ Nor the Suns Themselves Brighter, by glimmerglanger, 26k. Post-Order 66, Obi-Wan is on the run with baby Luke and crashes on Tatooine where mechanic Anakin is here to rescue him. I haven’t read this one in some time, but I remember reaaaally liking the pacing, watching the development of Anakin and Obi-Wan’s relationship (Anakin taking care of Obi-Wan! Ahsoka constantly saying “hey master we should- oh kriff sorry please carry on making heart eyes at each other I’m leaving forever bye”! Being such dads with Luke!) and having as a bonus baby Luke, Shmi, Ahsoka and Rex. I adored the ending too, it leaves you dreaming about the possibilities of the adventures of this found-family in the Rebellion-era.  

→ CT-Skywalker, by Selcier, 37k, wip, but only missing an epilogue. Listen, LISTEN, IT’S A MULAN AU, DO I NEED TO SAY MORE? Anakin enrols in the GAR and impersonates a clone. Doesn’t plan on starting a love affair with his Jedi General, but, oh, well. 

→ Sun kissed, by Vee017, 96k, wip but only missing an epilogue. Obi-Wan isn’t a Jedi in this one but joined the AgriCorps, and finds a pleasure slave one day he can’t stop himself from buying. This is a lovely story about two lonely men who find comfort in each other, help each other grow, learn to let go of old griefs and choose each other. Also I loved the aesthetic of the lone but cosy house on a hill, surrender by grass and the ocean, and these two snuggled together on the couch inside with a warm cup of tea and Obi-wan complaining about Anakin’s droid that keeps eating his socks because ✨ domestic fluff ✨ 

→ Shaak Herding for the Troubled and Lonely, by  protos_metazu_ison, 41k, wip. Hermit Obi-Wan Kenobi who has no interest but also no choice but to join society again for one night, meets most powerful Force-user in the galaxy Anakin Skywalker, founder of his clan, husband of Senator Amidala and father of two promising children. Also, uncontrollable force in desperate need for help. Unfortunately for him, Obi-Wan is his best chance to finally restrain his power and not blow up his own house and family with it. I absolutely adore the worldbuilding in this one, this alternate version of the star wars universe is so interesting that the relationship between Obi-Wan and Anakin isn’t even my main preoccupation when I read it. I also really enjoy the way Obi-Wan is seen by people, how he doesn’t contradict people basically calling him a slut when his main goal is to just go back to his hut and be left alone. But I’m also a bit conflicted because Anakin is married to Padmé in this one and loves her, and with Ahsoka and the twins, form a real family. Obi-Wan is trying not to get in the way, but I don’t know how this obvious attraction from the beginning between him and Anakin and their bond will play out with the conflict it creates in the dynamic of the family. I’m not into cheating fic and I don’t know how polyamory or an open relationship can work with the tension between all the characters in this fic, so I’ll advice to be cautious if like me you can’t deal with Obi-Wan getting in the middle of anidala. 

#okay but also #I'm still thinking about the revolutionary Anakin and Jedi Obi-Wan AU hmmmm #much to think about #fic recs #obikin #asks #anon

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Leave No One Behind

Ch 12: Win Some, Lose Some Co-written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​

Part 1

Summary: After 2 years of being at the resort Ari and the other agents are gearing up for yet another mission, but there’s a little bit of trouble in paradise for him and Hannah…

Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW, 18+ only)

Pairings: Ari Levinson x OFC Hannah Horowitz

Song for Episode:  More Than A Woman- Bee Gees  https://youtu.be/DtxBUp6hBaI

A/N: So there’s a little jump in time in this chapter as we fast forward towards the big dramatic end to their time at the RSDR….   Translation: Vete a la mierda = Fuck off.

Series Master List //  Main Masterlist 

Here in your arms I found my paradise, my only chance for happiness. And if I lose you now I think I would die. Oh say you'll always be my baby, we can make it shine. We can take forever, just a minute at a time

March 1982

Ari felt it the moment he woke up that morning. Even before stirring or cracking an eye open he knew the pressure on his left cheek was Simon. After almost two years the pooch still insisted on sleeping on the bed with them, crawling his way up between him and Hannah the moment they fell asleep and ending up on Ari's face sometime during the night. So by now, after many a mistake so to speak, Ari knew all too well what he was feeling wasn't Hannah looking for early morning cuddles but Simon's fat butt. 

Ari groaned and shoved Simon away causing the dog to give a little growl and grunt of his own being as he was on the most comfortable pillow ever. Some things never change Ari thought as he stirred lightly and rubbed his eyes, unable to avoid a lazy smile when he realised what day it was.

 It was the morning of his and Hannah's second anniversary and though the news about the clampdown and heavy military presence on the streets had screwed his plans to take his Firefly into Port Sudan again, like he had done the previous year, he was still going to make sure they celebrated.

He would be lying if he said he wasn't a bit pissed about his plans going awry but at the same time he had to admit the last two years had been the best years of his life and that called for any kind of celebration they could get, be that in Port Sudan or in a fucking dump. Or a dump turned into a flourishing hotel for that matter. It was crazy how they had gotten used to life at the resort two years after that afternoon when he had made the call to turn their cover hiding hole into a real hotel. Their alter egos didn't feel false anymore, and he was as much Guy now as Ari. Mind you, Hannah sometimes called him Guy or Mr. Thomas, often with a fake accent to imitate Colonel Madibo to tease him.

He gave a contented sigh at the thought of his and his Firefly’s relationship which could only be described in one word, amazing. It was as normal as it could be given the circumstances and they had both built something solid out of their feelings for each other once they had admitted to them, that was undeniably true regardless of the true nature of their stay in that slice of paradise along the Red Sea. They argued, that was equally true, and they had disagreements mostly about silly little things which was to be expected in a long-term relationship, but nothing major that they couldn’t figure out at the end of the day. Hannah had moved into his hut a little over two months after her birthday when Ari had jokingly asked her to move in with him. She had laughed but done it anyway as it was the closest they could get to living effectively together, and now here they were, two years of being together nearly 24/7, except for the mandatory week of home leave. It didn’t escape either of their notice that it was more than the time she had been married to Andy and now that he thought about it, it was probably more time than Ari had spent with Sarah in the entire 7 years they were married for that matter. 

Speaking of his family life, Ari was still exchanging regular letters with Maya and on his visits to Tel Aviv he had grown even closer to his daughter than he could ever have hoped to. He was on fairly good terms with Sarah too, although that had gone through a bit of a rocky patch. The first visit home he’d had following the time Sarah had accosted Hannah, they’d had quite a heated argument when he had told his estranged wife that she was out of order to do what she had done. In a blaze of bitter anger, Sarah had accused him of all sorts, including the usual about him loving his job and his new woman more than his daughter, which had culminated in Ari snapping. He’d loudly informed his ex-wife that this was to be his last field mission, and that he was leaving it behind for Maya, not Hannah or anyone else for that matter. And the little petulant brat inside him had enjoyed the complete shock on Sarah's face as well as the mumbled apology she had given him once his words had sunk in.

All in all, everything seemed to be finally falling into place and the fact that Mama Navon had invited him for lunch during that same week’s leave, having obviously been informed by Ethan that he would be around that week, was an added bonus. He had always had a smooth relationship with Maria Navon but they both knew she was not merely his best friend's mother anymore. The fact that she had invited him to come over without Sammy or Hannah being there too spoke for itself. They’d had a heartfelt conversation over the best Sunday roast he had eaten in months, probably even years, where he had come clean about his feelings for Hannah and his intentions towards her. It had been easier than he had anticipated, he had never been a man who liked or found it easy to speak about his feelings, but for whatever reason, when it came to talk about Hannah and what he felt for her, it just flowed out smoothly and Mama Navon had read that in the soft smile and the sparkle in his honest blue eyes when he explained how they had got back together and he assured her he had no intentions of breaking her heart a second time.

No, it wasn’t a “normal” life by any stretch, but it was good. He was doing something to help people and he was doing it with the person he had always loved. They had successful mission after successful mission over the past two years and the team had assembled as perfectly as Ari could have ever envisioned when he had written those five names down before handing the piece of paper to a reluctant Ethan. Hundreds of refugees had been smuggled to Israel and it was set to be another couple of hundred more in a couple of days. That said, given the way things were going with the religious and political landscape in Sudan, he wasn’t sure how much longer they had. A few months, maybe 6 at a push. It wasn’t a particularly comforting thought, as they still had so many people to help, but in the same breath Ari knew he had to be realistic. They couldn’t do this forever, they’d always known that. All they could do was their best, and the best was to simply go as long as they could, saving as many refugees as they could in the time they had.

And when they finally did have to quit, and Ari said goodbye to a life in the field, the fact he was doing that with his Firefly by his side made a future behind a desk in Tel Aviv seem that little less frightening.

Ari was dragged back from his wandering reflections by Simon who had jumped off the bed and was now scratching at the door. He looked at the dog and groaned as he swung his legs out of bed.  "All right, I get it, just don't tear the door down." he whispered to the anxious animal before he walked  to the door and  opened it to let the mutt out for his usual morning pee and wander round the beach, mumbling as Simon trotted past. "Tell you what pal, when we do leave I'll be waving goodbye as you fade into the distance..."

"I heard that Ari, you little shit." Hannah's sleepy voice suddenly rang through the hut's space.

"He’s the little shit Firefly." he stated somewhat childishly, turning to look at his girl as he shut the door.

"Stop being mean to him." she said as she rolled on her back, yawning, her eyes not even open yet.

"He insists on sleeping with his butt on my face. That's what I call mean." Ari protested as he slid back into bed, reaching for his girl, holding her flush against him.

Guided by Ari, Hannah rolled onto her side again, snuggling against his chest, eyes still closed as she smirked.

"That's because your face is so pretty mi Lobo."

"Yeah? Well, in that case why don’t you sleep on it?" he purred, his voice an octave lower than usual.

Hannah cracked an eye open at that and looked up at him "Something tells me if I was on your face I wouldn't be sleeping."

Ari chuckled, dropping his face closer to hers, brushing their noses together as he drawled. "You’re right Firefly. You’d be seeing stars." 

"You have a very high opinion of yourself Mr Thomas." she said, smiling against his beard so that Ari could feel the vibrations of her voice as she tilted her pelvis up to meet his.

"Wanna bet?" he challenged her, his voice almost a groan.

"What’s the cost if I lose?" she asked as she brought her right hand to his face to stroke his cheek.

Ari paused for a moment. So you want to play Firefly , and then smirked as it came to him- the perfect forfeit. "You have to lead the aerobics classes,  not Rachel." he stated as he wriggled his eyebrows playfully at her, knowing she would loathe the idea of having to wear that leotard Ari so loved seeing on her. 

Yeah, having a leotard kink when you spent half of the day surrounded by women in swim gear was kinda odd when he thought about it, but anyway…

Hannah glared at him before blurting out. "Oh, fuck off Ari! No deal."

"So you don't want my face between your legs?" he asked innocently.

 "Fuck you. I hate you." Hannah groaned.

"No you don't..." he purred as he kissed her neck "...you love me..."

And that was it. He knew it the moment Hannah closed her eyes as he gently guided her onto her back and kissed his way down her body.

"Times like this I wonder why..." she sighed out, her hand fisting in his hair which made Ari pause at her belly before peeking up at her.

"Yeah, protest all you want but you love it, you just hate losing. And you’re gonna lose Firefly." 

*******

An hour later, after having breakfast with the team, Hannah was at the front of the group of guests, clad in the infamous leotard leading the class as Jake leaned on counter watching. It wasn't too long until Ari walked over and spotted him. "You, out. Now." he barked, glaring at him.

"What? Why?" Jake protested.

"Because you’re a pervert. Out." Ari ordered him as he gestured to the way out with his right thumb.

"That's so not fair." Jake tried to fight back as he straightened himself. "You never kick me out when Rachel is leading the class."

"That’s because you're never here when Rachel leads the class. Out!" he hissed, trying not to make a scene in front of the tourists. “I won’t tell you again.”

At that point Sammy walked in and came to the desk, frowning. "Where’s Rach? Why is Hannah running the aerobics?"

Ari shrugged and glared at Jake when he snorted on his way out. At that point Rachel came out of the office holding some papers.

"I’m here and apparently Rosa lost a bet." she explained to Sammy who was looking at her puzzled. It took him a second before he groaned.

 "I don't wanna know do I?" he asked as he squinted his eyes at Ari.

"Nope." Ari smirked as he stole a glance at Hannah who was now stretching and bending forward.

"Come on, you two are disgusting." Sammy groaned.

"Ok, that’s it. Everyone out. You too Ari. You never come to my classes, you’re not staying for this one either." Rachel cut them off.

"I’d come to your classes…if you’d let me." Sammy pouted. 

"Oh, come on. You two are disgusting." Ari repeated Sammy's words, mimicking his voice. 

"Ha! You coming Sammy is exactly why she won’t let you." Jake quipped.

"Weren't you gone?" Sammy spluttered, spinning round to face him "Fuck you both." 

Ari couldn't help but laugh at his friend's signature reaction. It had been well over 18 months since Sammy and Rachel had come out as being together but Ari knew he still hated everyone teasing him about it, but he couldn't help it. It was fun and, in a way, it was payback for all the time Sammy had spent holding a grudge against him and Hannah. That said, Rachel was the best influence they all could have wished for. Not only was Sammy far ess grumpy and tense all the time but he was also more willing to enjoy any treat life at the resort had to offer without thinking too much about it. 

"Ok, enough, I said, out...go on." Rachel insisted, shoving Ari on the shoulder.

"Hey, remind me…who's the boss round here?" Ari raised an eyebrow at her.

"It’s me when y’all start acting like pre-schoolers or horny teenagers. And honestly that happens far too often for my liking." Rachel simply stated as she held a stapler and menacingly pointed at each one of them with it. 

And with that the 3 of them made to leave, just as Max appeared from the kitchen with a snack, Simon following him hoping for food.  He looked at the three of them in turn, and then at Rachel, who pointed sending him out too so with a shrug he followed suit. The 3 men passed the front row of the group and Hannah glanced in their direction and Ari grinned at her as he left. Her eyes were positively shooting daggers at him and if looks could kill he’d be dead on the spot. But he would be a corpse with a semi boner having seen her the way she was. So just as he exited the main area, he peeled off his t-shirt and started running directly into the sea without much of a word to the rest who were now staring puzzled.

"I’d swear I can see steam coming from him." Max cuckled and Jake started singing quietly.

"Gimme some hot stuff baby this evening..." as he moved his hips suggestively causing Max to start howling so loud that the sound drowned Sammy's groans.

 "Watch out for the fish, man!" Max howled at Ari just before he flipped them off over his shoulders, which didn't stop Max from teasing him again "They’ll think you’re happy to see them."

"That’s gross." Sammy glared at them, who were both bent with laughter.

"What's more gross…” asked Max. "Us or the fact he's boning your sister?" 

"You had to say it." Sammy groaned again. "I’m done with you two."

"I wouldn’t describe boning Red as gross." Jake, who was now wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes, quipped.

"Fucking fuck you." Sammy snapped at him.

“Ok, ok keep your pants on!” Max chuckled.

"Yeah, come on man, it’s us that aren’t getting any." Jake whined in an attempt to appease Sammy.

"Try fucking each other then." Sammy bit back, still pissed. Max looked at Jake, giving a shudder.

"I’d rather fuck the dog."

At that Jake slapped him on the back of the head "Asshole." 

Sammy snorted and turned to leave, crossing paths with Simon who had spotted daddy Ari in the water and was now trotting towards the sea. "I'd stay away from Max, pooch." Sammy said seriously. Simon just looked at him, before barking and continuing on his way.

As he approached Max, he grinned “No food pal, sorry." but the dog completely ignored him and started running towards Ari who had now come out of the water and approaching them.

"That was fast.”  Jake jabbed at him.

"I just needed to cool off.” Ari shrugged

"Yeah, well, I hope you last longer with Red." Jake smirked at him.

“Don’t hear her complaining." Max told Jake with a grin. “Quite the opposite actually.”

"Ok seriously, shut the fuck up." Ari growled at them as they began to snigger.With a glare he started walking towards his hut, but Ari knew them too well, especially how things were when the two of them teamed up, and he fully understood they wouldn't be willing to let him off the hook that easily so he prepared for one last quip which came from Jake.

"Still wanna hear about that bet she lost." he shouted at Ari's retreating back.

"You wish." Ari yelled back.

"I knew it. You’re my hero, man." Max howled.

Ari didn't look back at Max, he just smirked to himself. Of course Max would get it, he always did. "Yup." he shouted instead, popping the p, as he passed a group of female tourists on the way.

 "Ladies." he greeted them with his signature cocky but friendly smile, which made them giggle and start whispering to each other as they passed him by.

"Seriously, how does he do it?" Jake gasped as they watched the group of women all pause to watch Ari as he walked up the sand.

"Animal magnetism." Max shrugged. "And I don't mean the fact he has Simon running at his heels."

*****

After a refreshing shower, more refreshing than he actually needed as he had changed his usual morning run for other activities that morning, Ari changed into a pair of fresh shorts and a light blue shirt. He was just about to leave hut as Hannah arrived back wearing that damned leotard, causing him to flash his signature wicked smirk at her.

"Don't even think about it. I'm pissed at you, Levinson." she warned him as she passed him by, trying her best not to surrender to that damned smirk of his.

"Oh, I'm thinking IT firefly." Ari laughed as he smacked her butt, causing her to yelp in surprise, and leaving her to shower and change clothes. He went to the main building to sort the arrangements for the call to Ethan later in the day about the last details on the mission and then just spent some time being Guy Thomas. The batch of tourist currently at the resort were leaving the day after next so he chatted with them for a while, ensuring they had enjoyed their stay and would recommend the resort to their family and friends back home. Satisfied real guests were as important as the ones whose number hung from hooks on the board at the reception desk as without them, their cover would be blown.

He was still chatting to the guests when Hannah came into the main dining area, her eyes roaming the room for him and she rolled her eyes when she spotted him being charming Guy, smiling softly as the ladies fawned all around him reminding her of herself when she was a teenager with a crush on her older brother's best friend.

Cliché much.

But those memories weren't the only ones that flashed across her mind. She had been feeling quite homesick lately but as she stood there watching Ari, she began to feel especially down. So, she took a dep breath and decided that baking her Mama’s banana and date loaf, which had been at the back of her mind ever since she had spotted some days before that Chef Aziz had a basket of fresh dates, was just the ticket to cheer herself up.

Of course, Ari had also spotted Hannah the moment she had entered the room, how could he not?  But he hadn't noticed her leave and, after giving the ladies some recommendations as to what to buy in the souk at Port Sudan the following day, he turned around looking for her but she was nowhere to be seen. He wandered off to go find her bumping into Rachel in the reception area who told him she had seen Hannah last heading to the kitchen, which was exactly where Ari found her.

"You ok?" he asked softly from the kitchen's threshold.

Hannah raised her head and turned to look at him for an instant before her eyes were on the dough she was working on again. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"You just disappeared." he drawled, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned on the doorframe.

Hannah shrugged. "I have more important things to say than watch you flirt, Mr Thomas."

"I wasn’t flirting..." Ari protested immediately and she once more looked at him. "Ok, maybe I was. A little."

"Satisfied guests, uh?" she teased.

"Well, need to keep the tourists happy, Han..." he conceded playfully.

"So I assume they’re happy enough and that’s why you’re here instead of with them now?" 

She was smiling though he couldn't see it. All he could see was the way her ass cheeks were contracting every time she exerted force on the dough.

"That and the fact I wondered where you'd gotten to." he managed to say, after swallowing, his eyes moving back up her body.

"You missed me Mr Thomas? Who’d have thought?" she teased once more.

Ari rolled his eyes and approached her from behind.  "Stop being a brat Firefly."

"I’m not being a brat, Ari and stop rolling your eyes at me." she scoffed, her tone hardened this time. "I can't see you but I know you just did."

Ari stopped behind her and cocked his head to one side and frowned. Despite her casual tone she wasn’t being as playful as normal "Han...what's wrong? You're not really pissed at me for talking to those girls, are you? Because I'm not interested..."

She sighed. "I know, Ari. It’s just... not today."

Now he was really puzzled. "Hey, come on Firefly, talk to me...what is it?" He asked, as his hands landed cautiously on her hips.

"Nothing really, it’s just I’m a bit homesick today." She said, not wanting to react to Ari's touch.

Ari sighed noticing the stiffness of her body and the sadness in her voice "Oh, baby come here." he said, gripping her hips and turning her around to hug her. And as he wrapped his arms around her back, his chin rubbing against the top of her head, he noticed the ingredients on the side for the first time and he let out a groan "You making... no...  you're not?"

Hannah grinned and looked up at him. "I am."

"That's my favourite thing your mama makes" he groaned.

"I know baby." she gazed at his eyes, in the hope that he realised why he was baking that particular treat.

"So...are you making it because you're homesick or because it's our 2 year anniversary?" he asked, winking an eye at her.

She beamed at him, her grin now reaching her eyes. "You remembered?"

"Of course I did!" he said, holding her tighter, before pausing. "Wait...did you think I'd forgotten?"

Hannah felt her cheeks went red with embarrassment . "Yeah, I did."

"Han..." Ari started as he shook his head, chuckling. "2 years ago we got our second chance. Like I'd ever forget that."

She bit her lip. "I’m sorry it’s just you never mentioned us going to Port Sudan like last year and I assumed..."

"Baby, we can't. I wanted to take you, I really did  but, with the talk of stuff going on in the cities, the whole clamp down and Sharia law that’s coming in, well, we're not married so..." he shook  his head again sadly. "It's not possible or even worth the risk. You understand that?"

“No, I know. You’re right." he sighed. "God, I feel stupid now."

He chuckled as he swayed her in his arms. "That doesn't mean I haven't got anything planned."

She grinned at him, playing with the upper buttons of his shirt. "Do you have something planned?"

"Well I could tell you...but then I'd have to kill you." he drawled.

"Rude Levinson."  she scoffed, pushing his chest as she turned around back to her baking station. "For that you’re not getting a single ounce of this loaf I’m making."

Ari laughed heartily, wrapping his arms round her from behind again and kissing her neck. "Don't be like that firefly."

"Like what? You don’t wanna tell me what you’re planning but I’m more than happy to tell you what I am planning. Which is not letting you eat any of this fucking delicious banana and date loaf."

He chuckled again. "You really want me to spoil the surprise honey?” Hannah smiled and this time he could see her doing it from the corner of his eye. "No. I’m just teasing you."

"What else is new?" he said as he pushed his groin against her from behind, his lips soft on her neck.

"Stop teasing me Lobo or you won’t get any and now I’m not talking about the loaf." she threatened, raising the rolling pin at him.

"Ok, ok." he chuckled and he kissed her cheek again. "You win." And at that she turned to look at him.

"What else is new?" she asked as she winked at him.

"Shall I remind you of the leotard you were sporting just this morning?" he raised an eyebrow at her and Hannah gasped, narrowing her eyes.

"Vete a la mierda." she grumbled and Ari snorted.

"Ok, I don’t know what that means but I’m assuming it’s not I love you Ari, you’re the love of my life."

"You assume correctly, Lobo."

"All right" he said, raising his hands up. "I surrender. I’m gonna go..." and he started walking backwards "...talk with some..." now a side smile on his face "...lady tourists. Keep them satisfied you know."

Hannah smirked. "You do that. Maybe I'll go talk to that group of boys that Jake took out diving before. They seemed nice." 

Instead of falling for her trap Ari merely shrugged. "Talk to them as much as you want as long as you remember you’re mine." And with that he cocked an eyebrow, giving her a stern look and turned to leave, smug smirk on his face, his hand running through his hair. 

Bastard, Hannah thought as she resumed her work.

**** Later that day, after having called HQ to fill Ethan in on the last details of the upcoming mission and a bit of an argument about the change in rendez-vous point at such short notice, Ari was sat outside in the sun with Rachel and Sammy. He was trying to relax, he was always on edge the days before a mission and having to call Ethan was always a task he wasn't overly fond of. Not because of the man, Ari had learnt how to deal with him over the years the same way Ethan had learnt how to put up with Ari's attitude which caused him the biggest migraines a boss could ever endure. The thing that stressed Ari the most about those calls was the fact that he had to sneak from the tourists and staff, away from prying ears and hope communication was cooperating. And that day in particular the resort was overflowing with people everywhere he went so the office was out of the question and the huts didn't seen secluded enough to him, so he had had no option but to drive a few miles into the desert and set the radio in the back of the jeep connecting it to the car's aerial. 

Thankfully it had worked and an hour or so later he was back and had settled in the same spot he was in now,  drinking a beer and trying to ease his mind as he had another secret mission to perform in a few hours, one that got him equally anxious but in a different way.  He looked at Sammy and Rachel and saw Sammy's arm resting around her shoulders, gently rubbing her arm. It was good to see them like that for once. Unlike him and Hannah, Rachel and Sammy didn't feel very comfortable with PDA and they kept it to a minimum which had meant it was only after months of being together that Max and Jake had found out there was another couple within the resort management team.

Ari was so lost in his thoughts that he inadvertently gave out a big sigh earning an amused look from Rachel.

"I take it you’re still planning on not joining us for dinner tonight?" she asked.

Sammy frowned. "What? Where you going?"

"I’m taking Hannah for a picnic. It’s a surprise so don’t tell her Sammy." Ari warned his friend, pointing at him with his beer bottle.

Sammy rolled his eyes. "Soppy bastard."

"Leave him alone, he wants to celebrate properly." Rachel defended Ari.

"You’re celebrating something?" Sammy asked again, puzzled. It wasn't anyone's birthday, not that he recalled.

"You could say that." Ari grinned at him.

Sammy frowned, not following his friend, and Rachel chuckled. "It's two years today since he and Hannah got back together."

 At that Sammy opened his eyes wide. "Already?"

Ari nodded. "Time flies, huh?"

"Yeah..." Sammy agreed, nodding absentmindedly. "Feels like only yesterday I punched you in your perfect teeth."

"You’re still calling that a punch?" Ari snorted.

"Don’t make me do it again you smug bastard." 

"Wouldn’t dream of it pal." Ari conceded, raising his hands in mock surrender.

Sammy smiled at him. "I guess congratulations are in order then."

Ari smirked wickedly, making Rachel raise an eyebrow at him, before speaking. "Save it for the proposal..."

And there it was, Rachel thought. He had got Sammy again, he always did, who was now choking on his drink as Ari bursted out laughing. 

"You’re a shit Levinson." Sammy growled, wiping the spilled drink off his chin.

"Funnily enough that's exactly what your sister says too." Ari smirked again, raising his beer in a mock toast before gulping it down and standing up, heading back to his hut.

Hannah was in the shower after having been on a dive later that afternoon with Jake and Max, so Ari quickly changed and when she emerged she smiled at him, taking in his navy shorts and casually smart green button down.

“Hey.” She took the kiss he offered and he pulled back, smiling.

“So, tonight we’re having a night ‘out’ at the resort” he told her and she frowned, her expression puzzled. But he didn’t go into any more detail. “Just be ready in half an hour.”

With that he disappeared off to set up his surprise. With a little help from Aziz, who’d packed the food for him, and Rachel who’d managed to get him everything else he wanted, he quickly laid everything out and headed back to find Hannah was putting the last touches to her hair, pulling it back into a loose braid. She was dressed in a pale blue sun-dress which pulled in at the waist, falling to her knees, thin spaghetti straps resting on her sun-kissed skin.

“You look beautiful.” He smiled as she stood up.

“Thanks.” She said, that adorable flush evident in her cheek and he held out his hand.

“Come on Firefly.”

He led her to their cave but as they approached he tugged her in front of him, his hands gently moving to cover her eyes.

“Ari!” she protested as he chuckled, walking them forward

“Just humour me okay?” he whispered, his lips brushing her cheek. Once she was positioned in the mouth of the cave he moved his hands and Hannah blinked, looking around. On the floor of the cave was a rattan blanket, which held a picnic hamper in the middle, and various candles were lit as they nestled in the many little nooks and crannies of the rock that formed their cave. Hannah felt the tears in her eyes at the thoughtfulness and she turned to look at Ari.

“Ari..” she whispered and he blinked before he realised they were happy tears.

“I just wanted to do something special.” He shrugged, “seeing as we couldn’t go anywhere.”

“It’s perfect.” She assured him, standing on her toes to give him a soft kiss.

They settled down next to each other, Hannah tucking her legs underneath her as Ari poured her a glass of wine and the two of them began unpacking their food. Before long they were tucking in with gusto, laughing and joking as they always did, the light starting to fade outside as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, Simon led at the mouth of the cave, napping. It was quiet, romantic, and they could have been anywhere as they sat and simply enjoyed being with one another as the night passed them by.

“Shit.” Ari sighed as he tipped the last of the wine into Hannah’s glass “We drank it all.”

“You only bought 2 bottles?” Hannah teased and gave her a look as she giggled.

“I’m sorry.” He said sarcastically causing her to laugh.

“Don’t pout Mi Lobo.” She set her glass down and shuffled over to him

“Ya know, my feelings are pretty hurt.” He muttered as she pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah?” she asked, her lips now making their way down to his jaw line.

“Yup…” he sighed, eyes closing as she brushed over the whiskers on his face, his breath hitching as she reached his neck.

“Feel better now?”

“Not quite…”

“How about now?” Hannah asked, her teeth grazing his ear lobe.

“Gettin’ there.” Ari mumbled, turning his head, his mouth finding hers. The kiss was deep, their tongues sliding effortlessly together as Hannah let out a little whimper, a noise Ari would never, ever tire of hearing.

Pulling away he ran his nose up her throat to her chin, nudging her head back a little and Hannah’s weight fell backwards onto her arms, her palms burying into the cool sand. His lips gently placed a warm, open mouthed kiss onto her neck, causing her to shiver softly as his right hand traced up her side, over the top of. With a fluid movement he slid the strap down, and his head dipped, mouth sucking gently at her delicate collar bone. Hannah gave a soft sigh and Ari moved, his arms circling her waist as he pulled her into his lap, her knees falling either side of his thighs as his hands slid up to cup her face. He looked at her for a moment, her blue eyes shining in the reflection of the moonlight on the ocean outside.

“God, I love you.” He whispered, his eyes closing as her fingers tangled in his beard, her lips ghosting over his.

“I love you too Mi Lobo…”

And that was it, those 2 fucking words that she’d spoken so many damned times over the past two years sparked something primal, animalistic in him and his hands moved her face back to his as he kissed her hard.

Hannah palmed her hands against his chest before her fingers carefully began popping the buttons of his shirt. As her fingers brushed his skin as she worked it open, the sensation of her touch caused goosebumps to bubble over his entire body, and as usual,  her infectious smile brought forth a pulsating desire from deep within him that was impossible to ignore. Once his shirt was undone she reached up and pushed it down over his broad shoulders and Ari freed his arms, tossing it off to the side somewhere as Hannah’s mouth met his once more in a furious kiss. Her tongue was in his mouth, seeking his and he felt her teeth gently nibbling at his bottom lip. At that, Ari gave a growl and he pulled away, dropping his head to the spot on her neck once more, hands moving from her hips to pull her dress over her head. With an easy snap of his fingers, he undid the clasp of her bra and she pulled it off, dropping it besides them. Ari took a moment to look at her chest, his hands sliding up her ribcage, his eyes flicking back to hers so he could watch her response as he began to play with her in a way he knew she loved. Over and over he gently kneaded and palmed her sensitive flesh, thumbs skating her nipples before he softly tweaked them both, teasing them to soft peaks as he dropped his head, his mouth engulfing her right bud. He sucked and teased with his tongue before gently grazing with his teeth all the while feeling her grinding down on him, her hands tangling in his hair.

“Shit…” she groaned, nails biting into his scalp as he pushed upwards, the bulge in the front of his shorts grinding up against her spot through her now soaked panties, mouth and hands still teasing at her breasts. “Ari…”

“What do you want baby girl?” he whispered against her skin as his mouth moved upwards, beard scratching, teeth nipping her neck as she continued making those noises that he could listen to all damned day. Her hands let go of his hair as she fumbled to unbutton his shorts and he moved slightly so that she could pull them down a little over his hips.  Her warm palm wrapped around now aching cock and pulled it free from his underwear and Ari gave a slight hiss through his teeth, slipping his hands under the hem of her dress. His large hands cupped her ass cheeks, fingers digging into the underneath just where the curve of her globes met her thighs and he pulled her tight against him. The grip of her hand around his dick drew a groan from his mouth and he swallowed, his voice raspy as he spoke again. “Tell me baby…” he instructed and then when she answered, her words combined with her hand tightening around his cock almost made him shoot his load there and then

“Fuck me Ari…”

With a growl, Ari moved his hands, pulling her panties aside as she shiftedd herself, her hand guiding him towards her. Lining him up, she lowered herself down, giving a long, drawn out whimper of delight as she felt him fill her.

“Shit, Han…” Ari groaned, his hands on her hips as he bucked upwards, feeling her hot, warmth tighten around him. “God you feel so good baby…”

At his dirty talk Hannah moaned again, her hands moving up to rest on his shoulders and without warning Ari thrust his hips up in a dirty grind, pushing himself into her as deep as he possibly could.

“Fuck!” she cried out, her nails digging into his skin, one hand moving to tangle into his hair at the back and she gave a sharp tug, pulling his head back.

The bite of pain made his cock twitch even more, but the noise he made was swallowed as her lips crashed onto his, and it was all too much. He needed release. Ari began to matching her motions, the wet sound of his balls slapping against her ass echoed off the rough, rocky walls of their hidden little hideout and his lips moved from hers to her jaw, nipping at her skin.

“You've had me hard for you all day, Firefly…” he panted and Hannah gave a soft wail at his words, “Such a fuckin’ tease…”

His movements picked up, becoming faster as he rutted upwards into her again and again, and she began to move herself, her hips rocking forward and back furiously as she ground her clit against his pubic bone, her eyes locked on his as she moved. Ari’s fingers dug into the skin just above the waist band of her panties, nails biting her delicate hips as she worked herself into an almost frantic pace, and Ari knew he wasn’t gonna last much longer.

“Come for me baby…” he said, his mouth back on her neck “Come on, good girl…”

At his words, Hannah was a complete goner, powerless to stop the pleasure that was lancing through her very core. She came, with a surge that shook her entire body, her head falling back as she gasped, mouth open, a broken, trembling cry escaping her as she pumped her hips wantonly against his crotch, riding the wave of her orgasm bucking once... twice... before she collapsed against his chest going completely limp, breathing hard. Ari’s own hips were still pumping upwards as he raced towards his own end, Hannah completely spent on his laps before he felt that coil in his belly and groin snap and with a loud groan, he came, the intensity shocking him slightly as he bit down on her shoulder, his hips stopping and he collapsed backwards, crashing onto the sand behind him, Hannah clutched to his chest.

Time just stopped for them both, Ari’s hands gently caressing her back, his eyes closed as he pressed a kiss to Hannah’s forehead as they both lay, breathing deeply, waiting for the earth to right itself. Ari had no idea if it was 1 minute or 5, but eventually he felt Hannah stir a she snuggled further into his chest.

“God, Ari, that…that was incredible.” She croaked. "Yeah....." was all he could manage in return.

Part 2 

#leave no one behind #ari levinson #ari levinson smut #ari levinson x ofc #ari levinson fanfiction #red sea diving resort

[faustonastring]

can you write the main 6 with a musician mc, like mc is always singing and playing instruments. maybe even writes songs for them (bonus if mc's magic is somehow connected to music) thank you and i love your writing!!! ps please excuse my crappy english

*very sharp inhale* being that these are all very very similar, for my sanity I’m going to combine all four of them together, so this headcanon will include: Mc, being musically talented in general, then spefically with the violin, then them singing, and your the main six will react yadaddadadada, (I’m writing the belly dancing headcanon in like a week or two, don’t worry baby I gotcha,)

Tagging: @aka-baka-shiki , @mushroom-fucker and @rapidseapizza (I don’t think those last two worked, so I’ll reply to your asks if it still doesn’t work when I post it!) also thanks to all of you for requesting!

Main six with a musically inclined Mc

Asra

He’s head over heels all over again the second you bring out the ‘instrument of the day’ he can sit there for hours on end listening to you play and if you can sing too? He’s swooning. Swooning. And if you use your magick to help you play, or play multiple instruments at once? “Is it getting hot in here?” And if it’s a song about him? He might faint, oh my god how did he get so lucky?

(For the sake of this headcanon let’s just say your best with the violin) when he sees you break out your violin, he gets all giddy and excited, and he will stop what ever he’s doing to watch you play, he loves it, he also picks you up little trinkets and new instruments and violins when he goes on his travels, so everything sounds pretty, but never the same. And it’s so beautiful.

He can listen to your voice for hours and hours. His faveroite past time is laying against you or in your lap, as you play with his hair, and sing him songs, and don’t stop even when he’s asleep, because he will wake up and demand more. And if the song is about him, he stares at you with adoration In his eyes, even when your finished, unsure of what to say.

He also isn’t great with music in general, and he’s not the nest singer, but he will find ways to help you practice and support you, and he will help you enchant your instruments and he will find ways that you can use your magick to your advantage, and he will go to every one of your shows no matter the place, and he will be one of the loudest ones there.

Nadia

Every one in her family can play atleast one instrument, so she has a pretty good understanding of how they work and what they sound like, and what parts they need, which she uses to her advantage of course, but don’t think she’s tired of hearing these instruments get played, oh no no no, it’s quite the opposite.

She will tinker with one of your many many many violins often, she’ll tune them, replace a couple parts, etc etc, she does this with all your instruments honestly especially the ones that sound funky, but she does not mess around when it comes to your violin. How are you supposed to play it for her if it’s not in top notch shape.

Also she loves it when you sing and play your violin, the talent, the beauty, it’s all so....perfect, so....elegant. She can listen to your voice all day, and she loves it especially in the bath, but when you accompany it with your violin *chefs kiss* and if it’s a violin that she had just finished tinkering with, she’ll ask you a million questions about how it’s preformance was and if she needs to make any more improvements

Congratulations because you are now an honorary member of the satrinava family band, everytime Nadia’s sisters come to visit, they’re practically badgering you to play with them some more, and Nadia has to pull you away....only for her to ask for you to play an instrument for her....just for a little bit....

Julian

You two make a dynamic duo indeed. He loves your voice, the fact that you can match your tune to what ever instrument your playing. He thinks that it’s so pretty, and crazy talented of you. But if you write a song about him? He’s stammering and blushing, trying to figure out what to say but words are....just so difficult at a time like this, don’t you agree.

if you write a song about him, you migh have to spefically say it’s about him, or not he spends the rest of the day wondering if your cheating on him, or who that song was for, and if it’s really lovey dovey song, he will ask you, and when you say it’s for/about him, well good thing he’s a doctor because he almost died on the spot.

You two make an extremely dynamic duo for many reasons, but the main reason is, that you can play a violin, and Julian can play the viola. Now I’m no music expert, but they look fairly similar, so when I say you two make some killer melodies together, I mean it. Also playing his viola with you, no matter what instrument you play to match his, is one of his favorite past times.

He books you shows, weekly at the rowdy raven, and he is the loudest one there, and hypes up the whole place, and gets people to start dancing on tables, spilling drinks, the whole shabang. And if your nervous, don’t be! And if your still nervous after that very emotional speech he gave you, he buys you a couple drinks so you can drown out your sorrows.

Portia

It’s so overlooked that she can indeed play an instrument. She can play the acoustic gutair. (Via old ask the arcana) so if you happen to know how to play the acoustic guitar then the two of you trade tips and secrets, of not, she’ll be more than happy to teach you. And she gets so excited that she’s the one teaching you something for once.

She’ll ask you to teach her how to enchant her instruments, or use magick to hell her play, ya’know.....like you do. She’ll also like it if you teach her to play a new instrument, like the ukulele, or piano, and please for the love of god when your teaching her sit behind her and out your hands over her, she blushes like crazy.

She constantly teases you for being good at the violin, and how she feels like she’s “dating her brother” when ever you bring it out, but none of it’s true. The only thing that annoys her about your violin is when you and Julian get into ‘arguments’ about which is better, the viola or violin, especially if one of you some how rope her into it.

But please sing to her. Please. Like imagine cooking or baking with Portia and you sing to/with her to make the time go by faster, or singing to/with her when you clean or bathe together? Or if she’s having a bad day or a rough night. And if you write a song about her, she blushes like crazy then a day later write one about you too.

Muriel

When ever you play an instrument or sing, his heat beats ten times faster than it normally would, he just feels all weird and giddy inside, all excited with joy, that some one as talented and as special as you, chose him. You chose him. And he gets to hear your pretty voice sing, and your pretty instruments all day long. He isn’t one for pretty things, but your an exception.

He’ll never ask you to play him anything, that’s not like him, but he will drop little hints, like by complimenting how well you play x instrument, or how pretty your voice sounds. He’s still getting used to asking for things, so just be paitent with him, he’ll get there eventually, but I’m the mean time, sing him a song why don’t ya

He loves taking you too new spots in the forest for you to try out your instruments, especially your violin, and he falls head over heels if he catches you practicing your violin in one of those spots, or even better, in the hut while he’s not home. He’ll also make you new parts for each of your instruments of things get broken or bent out of shape, your violin is the one he pays the most attention too.

He loves the way your voice sounds. Your the only person who he can listen too talk for hours on end and not get a headache. So he absolutely loves it when you sing to him. He also loves to hear your voice singing to him after he’s had a nightmare or a bad dream, and if you write a song for him, he’ll cry.

Lucio

Ooh? Please teach him your ways oh musically inclined one. He wants to be just as talented and as cool as you. Speaking of cool, he thinks the fact that you can play multiple instruments, and sing, and use your magick to help you is the coolest shit in the world. Now he just admires you even more than he already did.

He isn’t the most paitent, so your lucky if he even gets the basics down for whatever instrument you want to try to teach him, but hey he’s trying! Plus it’s bonding! The thing with lucio is; he gets really agitated when he doesn’t get something right, right away, so when he figures out it takes time and paitence to be a master musician, he uhhh. Starts to lose interest.

But when you bring out your violin, ohhh boy does he have your attention. He loved the way it sounds, and how you get so into it, the fact that you look so focused and beautiful while you make beautiful music with such a boring instrument amazes him. And he asks you too play it all his parties, but not too much. He gets jealous.

He likes the idea of knowing your playing for him, and only him. And if you write a song about him or for him, he gets a little self conscious, but tries to play it off and act all cool, but he’s a little self conscious. Just a little. But don’t worry. He’ll repay the favor by writing a song for you too. And he’ll serande you from the palace gardens while you watch from your balcony.

Thanks for reading! I put a lot of effort into this so I hope you liked it! And if you want to read more of my garbage my masterlist is located here!

Next headcanon: Mc with social anxiety!

Request are open!

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[xy-is-i]

So like I had an (atla) idea....

So the old herbalist has her cat and just the entire Pohuai stronghold knows you don't mess with the cat. New recruits have an entire part of their induction where they are told not to anger this cat

It starts simple, like the soldier's respect the herbalist. Like yeah she may be Earth kingdom but her remedies are surprisingly effective and it beats waiting weeks for medicine to come in and just hoping for the best. And everyone who goes there knows she's got a cat and that you do not mess with the cat unless you wanna get banned from the healing hut.

And of course being a cat, Miyuki cares not for the rules of us mortals and just breaks into the stronghold for a snack.  Like they have a legit problem of this cat ransacking their storage and they try to catch her each time but she's too quick. What are they suppose to do? Send the archers? No. They're best at range and nobody is gonna shoot the old women's cat. Their superiors of course are all huffy and like "what you can't handle one lousy feline? Your slacking in training blah blah" so ye going to them is a no go. 

The old lady learns of this when one of them goes to get some ointment or something and she's like I'm so sorry Miyuki is causing you all trouble, but its nice she's made some new friends.

And just oftentimes gaurds on patrol will swear that they see glowing eyes in the darkness but the other guys who knows whats up are just like "shh, don't talk about it if you know what's good for ya."  So rumors start about the stronghold being haunted.

Those who know better will be like its probably that cat, but then they're like when have we not seen that cat? It's been around for years. How long do normal cats live? And next thing you know there's a rumor that Miyuki is a spirit that has been around before the stronghold was even built, who's probably contracted to the herbalist.

So you don't mess with spirits, everyone knows that but surely it's just a rumor. That is until they capture the literal bridge between words (aka the avatar) and like one of the gaurd's notice there's fur on him. White fur. Like the cat. Oh no. And then a fricken spirit with a blue face and an eery grin breaks into the stronghold and rescues the Avatar and so naturally the logical conclusion is Miyuki straight up summoned it. So some guys end up building a makeshift shrine and place offerings to please the cat spirit and most of the stronghold just ends up laughing it off though until they hear that Miyuki spares no on

So back at the ship Iroh notices Zuko is acting strange and has a bruise obviously forming on his head and like probably a concussion. But good news, he knows of this super effective herbalist not far and he takes his nephew there because Zuko; who insists he's fine, refuses to be left at the ship in an attempt to prove otherwise even though he can hardly go a few feet without stumbling a bit. So they get there and the lady gets to work on some medicine for the angsty teen and like in the back is a couple gaurds from the stronghold waiting for their own concoction to take back (considering the scuffle from last night with the whole avatar thing) and the old lady offers the princes to sit but of course before Zuko sits down Miyuki just straight up steals his spot and well Zuko loves animals he is too confused and sleep deprived for this shit and starts to get worked up because the cat looks so smug like Azula when she takes his things and then he just passes out from the concussion but like the gaurds don't know thats why. All they know is the prince isn't even safe from the spirit Miyuki. And of course they go back and tell everyone how the banished prince tried to pick a fight with, and was instantly knocked out by Miyuki.

And suddenly a lot more people start placing offerings and everyone just accepts that yup, spirits infest the stronghold.

Bonus: somebody knocks over the makeshift shrine right when the moon disappears and everyone just panics. Afterwards a more permanent one and statue is made to honor the great spirit Miyuki.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #Miyuki #cat #herbalist #Pohuai stronghold #random idea I had #hope this doesnt offend anyone #my posts

[sourcherrybomb]

The SoKai Denny’s AU:

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Grand Slam

Synopsis: After a long and arduous day at work, Sora brings Kairi to the local Denny's to unwind and have a pleasant meal. But of course, things go to shit.

Sneak Peek: “Kairi… You’re not thinking straight…” I said as I slowly raised my hands towards my girlfriend. “Please, I just want to talk. Just put down the-”

But my words landed on deaf ears as she quickly rushed at me, a syrup-drenched butter knife in hand.

Tags: Romance, Denny's, F/M, Food

Words: 2.5k+

Fanart / Graphic by: @blissfulnightrain @the-secret-place

[OCTOBER 31, 2020 - 9:09PM]

Please just give us the details on the incident right before we arrived.

“Kairi… You’re not thinking straight…” I said as I slowly raised my hands towards my girlfriend. “Please, I just want to talk. Just put down the-”

But my words landed on deaf ears as she quickly rushed at me, a syrup-drenched butter knife in hand. Before I could even process which way she swung her weapon, I jumped backwards. Grabbing the butter knife that Kairi had previously knocked out of my hand from the ground, I blocked her attack.

In Kairi’s eyes, I saw the rage of a thousand beasts. Wild, untamed, and out for blood.

Around the two of us, as the cool autumn winds blew past us, an onlooking crowd gasped. Whether it be in fear or amazement, I’ll never know. However, what I did understand is the confusion that they all share and the one question everyone asked:

Why the H-E-Double Hockey Sticks are these two people having a knife fight in a Denny’s parking lot?

[OCTOBER 31, 2020 - 6:27PM]

Care to explain to details as to how she broke into this rage?

Of course.

Kairi headed out to her job at the cafe hours ago, being called into work due to the Halloween rush. She was hesitant at first since it was her day off, but she reluctantly left anyways because she knew the extra pay would help out with rent later in the month.

As for me, I didn’t have work today, so I was home for most of the day doing my usual routine. This is usually made up of playing video games, doing housework, and bothering my friend, Riku. But today I had decided to surprise Kairi by cooking dinner for her when she got home!

Great plan, yeah? I thought so too, right up until I realized I had ruined the spaghetti I made by burning the sauce... and somehow also the pasta? Like I didn’t even know that was possible, but somehow I did it?

I swear, the smell was bad enough to make a rat gag.

By the time I realized I had messed up, I knew it’d be too late. In the middle of my mad scramble to clean up the kitchen and get rid of any evidence, Kairi walked into our apartment.

Now I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid. I took one look at Kairi and could tell that she was not having any of it. Her work uniform was disheveled and covered in various stains and crumbs. Kairi’s thumbs were fidgeting with the hem of her work shirt. When I looked into her tired, glazed over eyes, I saw a seething flame within them.

It was like a ticking time bomb in the shape of my girlfriend.

“Sora…” Kairi said tiredly. “Were you trying to cook? Again?”

I laughed nervously, shamefully resting a sauce pan into the sink. “I knew you’d be tired from work, so I wanted to make sure you could at least eat something when you got home!” I dried my hands and signaled Kairi towards me. Following suit, she practically kicked the shoes off her feet as she walked towards me.

“Dude, I love you,” she said this as she slumped into my arms. “But please stop burning things in our kitchen.”

“Sorry…” Slumping further into my arms, it was like she was melting. I had to sort of prop her against our kitchen counter in order for me to keep on carrying her. “Listen, let me at least make it up to you.”

“How?” Kairi looked up at me, the fire in her tired eyes dying down a bit.

“I was thinking of bringing you out somewhere to eat while we let the apartment air out…”

“It does smell like a burnt down Pizza Hut in here.” Kairi sighs as she traded her flats for sneakers. “Where were you thinking of taking us?”

I opened up my phone and pulled up my bank account.

Available Balance: $365.13

“Let’s just say I’m looking for a place that’s budget-friendly”

“Oh thank god,” Kairi said. “I can wear sweatpants and not give a crap.”

“Exactly!” I let go of Kairi and started to dump the burnt mass of pasta into our trash bin. “You take a load off and dress into more comfy clothes while I get rid of… this.”

[OCTOBER 31, 2020 - 7:16PM]

You know, bad days at work don’t usually cause people to attempt a stabbing.

Trust me… If it was just the bad shift, I’d agree.

Normally when I bring my girlfriend to the local Denny’s, it’s surprisingly not a bad time. Our friend Olette works as the hostess there, so we can usually get our seats pretty quickly. I usually get a Grand Slam to get my fix on pancakes, eggs, bacon, and sausage. It’s a combo that always hits the spot when it’s 3AM, I’m hyper-aware of the world around me, and Riku is trying to find someone to take home on Sparklr. Kairi usually gets a Hammy & Cheese Omelette, mainly because she prefers the pancakes at IHOP. I always like to joke about giving her a Grand Slam once we get home.

Tonight was not the night to make those kinds of jokes. It was like the gods themselves had it out for my girl tonight.

7:45PM: Kairi and I arrived at Denny's and were told that Olette took the night off due to a cold. We were told that the wait would be close to half an hour.

8:02PM: Kairi’s left earbud died as the toddler next to us started bawling as she sang the ‘Baby Shark’ song. Mother of the child in question was too busy flirting with a busboy 20 years her junior to quiet her child.

8:07PM: Kairi dropped 27,000 Jewels in JHUX gacha trying to get a SN++ Illus. JH III Zola. All the medals obtained were ones that had been out of the meta for months.

8:17PM: Kairi and I were finally seated. Our table had sticky spots from syrup and crumbs on the seats. We asked our waitress, Asheleigh, if someone could come clean this up. The two of us were met with an unenthusiastic “Uhhh, sure?” as she called over a clearly stoned janitor. He sprayed the table once, wiped it once, and knocked the crumbs off the seats. Asheleigh took our orders with a sigh.

When I looked over at Kairi, I could tell the last half hour had done a number to her. An hour ago her anger was already near its boiling point, but now… It was like the seething fire within her eyes had evolved into a star about to burst into a supernova.

A beautiful sight indeed, but also one of pure destruction on a cosmic level.

“So Kai…” I nervously said. “Looking forward to the weekend?”

Her hands folded on the table, Kairi’s dead but fiery eyes staring out the window.

“...yes.”

C’mon man, think! I thought to myself. Anything to take her mind off this fustercluck of a situation!

“So I don’t know if you heard about this at work, but looks like JH: Master of Melodies is gonna have a preorder bonus!”

Silence.

“Y-Yeah, turns out if we get it over at Game Central Station, you get a couple bonus songs that would have been DLC! Isn’t that great?”

“...preorder exclusivity bonuses force game developers to split content amongst greedy retailers, alienating groups of consumers from experiencing the game at its 100% value.” Kairi says in a deadpan.

Crap, she’s being critical about video games... I thought to myself. Now I know I’m never gonna get through to her… Why can’t this food come any—

“Soooo I have your food.” Our waitress said, as she hastily put our plates on the table. “A Grand Slam for the spiky haired dude and a Hammy & Whatsits Omelette for his lady. Enjoy, or whatever.”

“Thank you…” I awkwardly said as I thanked whatever deity heard my prayers. “Well Kai, time to dig in!”

Silently, Kairi cut into her omelette and brought a piece over to her mouth. As if it were on cue, the food fell from the fork and onto her pants. She nonchalantly picked it off her pants and shoved it into her mouth, the look in her eyes somehow becoming even more dead.

I let out a deep exhale and started to stuff my pancakes in my face. I didn’t even notice that I held my breath in. I was honestly just quite relieved that Kairi didn’t explode then and there. We could finally just sit down, eat our food, and take a load off.

[OCTOBER 31, 2020 - 9:01PM]

Man, she really went through the ringer.

Honestly, I’m surprised she didn’t go feral sooner.

Luckily for the both of us, the incident with the fallen food was the only thing that got in the way of our meal. I was able to finish my Grand Slam and Kairi was able to scarf down her Hammy and Cheese Omelette. Looking at her face, I saw that some of the restrained rage in her eyes had been replaced with a much more tired aura.

“Hey Kai…” I softly put my hand on hers. “How ya doing?”

Sighing, she gently put my hand to her cheek. “I… I just want to get home, lie down, and forget today happened.”

After giving her a small peck on the cheek, I smiled. “That can be arranged! Now c’mon, let’s just hand this bill over and head out of here.”

But things are never simple as they seem to be.

Just as Kairi and I got out of our chairs, an ear-piercing “Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo,” came rushing down the aisle. Out of nowhere, Baby Shark Toddler bumped into Kairi, spilling the milkshake in her tiny hands all over Kairi’s legs.

“Oh sonova- Hey you!” Just steps away from the child, her mother called to us. She talked and walked with the cadence of a woman ready to chew out a teen part-timer at their first job. “Just what do you think you’re going to do about this?”

“Excuse me?” I asked in obvious confusion. “I’m pretty sure your daughter was the one who bumped into my-”

“Wasn’t talking to you, Spiky!” she snapped. “Listen up, Red, I want some recompense for my kid’s spilled drink! You think that cheap manager is gonna give me another one for free?”

“Hey now, names are uncalled for!” I retorted. “And not like it’s our fault your daughter ran into my- Kairi?”

A quiet but powerful groan escaped Kairi’s mouth, cutting me off. Her formerly clenched hands had started to crookedly flex open and contort. The tiredness in her eyes died away, being left with the energy of the ticking time bomb.

One that was seconds away from levelling a building.

“A…pologize,” Kairi said in a shaky voice. “Riiiiight. Now.”

“Apologize?” The woman mockingly laughed in her face. “Why woul-”

Before I or any of the onlookers realized, Kairi had the mother pinned down to the ground, a butter knife held to her throat. “APOLOGIZE! APOLOGIZE YOU-”

“KAIRI HOLY MOTHER OF-” As soon as my brain caught up with my eyes, I ripped Kairi off the mother and made space between them. When I turned around, I saw the woman crawling away in a frenzy, trying to escape like a dog walking with its tail between their legs.

“AaAAAaaaaaRrhrrhhgg…” A nearly inhuman growl came out of Kairi’s mouth, the grip on her butter knife tightening. When I looked into her eyes, I understood.

In removing the rude mother from the equation, I had become the focus of Kairi’s blinding rage.

“Kairi…” I slowly raised my hands towards her. “I know you’ve been through a lot today. The car is right outside. I can take you back right now, all you need to do is calm-”

“AAAAaAAaAAaaa!” Lunging at me like a mad dog, Kairi let out a guttural yell.

This is because I told her to calm down, isn’t it? I asked myself mid-dodge. Before a second thought could even pop into mind, Kairi spun into another attack from her lunge. I rolled backwards to dodge the attack, and picked up a butter knife off the table to defend myself with. After all, it was the best I could do right now. With how fast and unpredictably Kairi was moving, my only options were to dodge fast enough, or block if I was too slow.

It was like I was defending myself against a dancing blender with a knife.

Before I knew it, Kairi’s vicious attacks and my continuous defense brought us back to the entrance of the Denny’s.

And into the parking lot.

[OCTOBER 31, 2020 - 9:32PM]

“And right before your girlfriend was able to stab you with the butter knife, we arrived-”

“And tased her, yes.” I respond. “Officer Lockheart, I understand you were doing it for my safety, but I’m honestly still super concerned for Kairi.”

“And that is completely understandable,” she responds. “I can assure you that the officer that took her in exercised the most caution as effectively possible when using the taser.”

“Thank you. Is it possible to see her now?”

“The shock seemed to bring her back to her senses, so her questioning seemed to go by smoothly.” Officer Lockheart taps a pen on her chin. “I suppose it would be fine.”

After signalling one of the other officers to open the door, the two of us walked out of the interview room. Down the hall, I see Kairi wrapped in a blanket, drinking from a cup of coffee. As soon as she notices me, she puts down the mug and rushes into a hug.

“Sora, oh my god I’m so sorry!” Kairi says as she nuzzles into my chest. “I-I just really lost myself and-”

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” I chuckle. “Honestly you’d give Riku a run for his money in a sparring match if you fought against him one-on-one!”

“I’ll let you two comfort each other for a bit,” Officer Lockheart tells us. “For now just stay here, I’ll see what the higher ups have to say about the situation.”

“Thanks, ma’am!” Kairi says back. Smiling and nodding, Officer Lockheart walks away.

For a while, the two of us sort of just sit in quiet. People who enter the room pay us no attention, but occasionally an officer would come up to us and ask if we needed anything. Other than that, it was just the two of us enjoying each other’s comfort.

“God, I really needed this,” Kairi tells me.

“Cuddling in a police station?” I question. “Or getting arrested for attacking people in a Denny’s”

“Jerk.” Kairi giggles as she flicks my forehead. “Nah, I mean just this! Me and you wrapped in a blanket.”

“Honestly I wish we could have done it back at the apartment. Luckily, by the time we get out of here, it should stop smelling like a I blew up a pizzeria.”

“That would have been nice in the moment, but when we get home I think I’d want something else.”

“Oh? What would that be?”

“Weeelll…” Kairi checks her surroundings, then leans towards my ear. “You never did make that Grand Slam joke of yours back at the Denny’s. Does that mean I won’t get one once we get back home?”

The whisper of her voice is enough to send a shiver down my back. I look into her eyes and instead of the rage or tiredness I saw before, I saw something much more… Carnal.

I give Kairi a peck on the lips and flash a mischievous smile.

Destiny Island Denny’s, we might never be allowed on your establishment ever again, which I understand.

But thank you for possibly the best Grand Slam of my life.

#sokai #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts fanfiction #fanfiction #sora #kairi #oneshot #f/m #romance #tw: food #sourcherrybomb #denny's

[tabletopjourneys]

Session 34 Notes

The Silver Scale Pack finishes clearing Perfection of its worm and shrieker problem, then continues off-road until they arrive safely in Longview to meet Rana's mother.

@gher-bear @aradow @telurin @epimetala

On this day we find a dead worm, kill more shriekers, and then return to town. There we find out that Ixayl'anu's elk had an encounter of his own, saving the camels all by himself! We don't see what flying thing caused the ruckus though and call the townspeople back to safety with mirror communications. Edea takes over and we continue on our way to Longview. Along the way, we sight a thunderbird storm and find wondrous treasure in some long-abandoned wagons. Eventually we end up in Longview, upon which we immediately exit to the outskirts and meet Rana's mother, Romy. Then we end the session with a level up! Welcome to level 8 SSP!

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(Taking a Long Rest) Before Diem goes to sleep, they recast tiny hut, rolls an 8 on watch, Rana rolls a 17. She can see the lip of the valley and sees a flash of light.

She gets a 13 survival check on mirror glint communication and recognizes this is an all clear? morse code with mirrors thing. Rana nudges Phi about it to see if she knows this mode of communication better or at least has a mirror on her as well.

Phi hands over her small mirror with a silver handle.

Rana assumes it’s Edea, messages the number 1, spells out worm, flashes “message received”

After a brief moment she gets back “not visible/query not found”

Rana: “Message received”

Rana tells Phi what was said back and forth, then leans over the building and tells Diem as well.

Phi and Ixayl’anu’s watch: 14 Ixayl'anu, 19 Phi

At 1 or 2am the most god-awful scream they’ve ever heard in their life, coyote mixed with a rabbit, loud and wailing and pained. It wakes Rana up.

Phi knows it’s deeper into the valley.

Rana scrambles to look down and check on us on the ground. Phi continues investigating and gestures the approx direction for Rana.

It continues for about 10 minutes.

Diem finally wakes up “What? Huh? What the fuck is that?”

Phi 27 perception out in the valley. She sees off in the distance and with a fairly good idea of what they look like, she sees one completely on top of the ground way off in the distance, mouth open, she can see it is “beached” and making this noise.

She pokes Rana and points it out, then whisper yells over the edge at us about it being one of the worms.

Rana with perception 7 thinks she can kinda make it out.

Phi: Half mile, ¾ of a mile.

It tapers off though and everything is quiet, too quiet afterward.

Phi keeps her eye on that worm.

Come morning, Diem gets 3 charges back on their band of shocking grasp and recasts tiny hut as we wake up, just to keep it there until it’s no longer needed.

Rana checks again in the morning and what she thought was the worm was a rock (17 perception this time)

Rana: Let’s go check out that worm.

We discuss what’s up while snacking on rations and getting ready to go. Rana and Phi bring their rats with, but we leave the albino shrieker in its box in the shade.

(Investigating a dead worm - more shriekers!)

We spread out walking toward the beached worm, Rana in front.

With a perception check of 20, Phi stops as she catches dust in the distance, but it turns out to be an actual dust devil instead; no poof poofs of worms.

Before we can even see the worm, we smell it super bad, the worst dead thing that’s been sitting in the sun, putrifying. We see it now and it’s not moving.

Rana: Was this here yesterday?

Phi: Not until last night when it started making noise.

Rana: Does it look like its been dead longer than it actually has? With a medicine check of 4, it looks fairly together. She remembers Edea did a blight spell but this doesn’t look like that.

Diem covers their nose and investigates. It’s still not moving, mouth is open, tongues are not moving.

Phi tries to shoot it, nothing happens, looks like she just hit a hay bale with it.

Rana: Well we can message Edea and tell her the last worm is dead.

Ixayl'anu: A worm is dead, are we sure it’s the last one?

Rana shrugs.

Diem keeps walking around until they finally see blood all over the ground on the other side of the worm. Eventually they get to a better angle as everyone goes around it the other way. They finally see there are no insides, it’s been hollowed out. They tell everyone else.

Ixayl'anu tries to investigate as well, but doesn’t learn much.

Diem takes a 12 investigation, sees foot prints that look like they could fit shriekers and the hole in the worm hide is ragged.

Rana walks up and smacks it hard but nothing happens.

Diem startles: Shit, Rana.

Looks like a scuffle in the area, mess of prints, two sets leading away, headed toward the other side of the Rim.

Rana: Let’s follow them.

Ixayl'anu: Do we wanna leave a message for Edea?

Rana: If you have a way to leave a message…?

Ixayl'anu: You’re the one who wants to impress her

Rana: I have a mirror.

We don’t have anything substantial to report to check in though so we decide to follow the tracks, Rana in the lead with a 21.

We see them go off into the distance.

Investigation for Rana tells her there are two sets of footprints, we gather there were 3 total.

This worm is roughly the same direction as our 2 lost shriekers, we walked through some slightly charred field, but this is quite a bit farther out than where we last saw the on-fire shriekers.

We are only barely still in sight of town. The farther we get form town, the more on edge Rana gets.

Rana sees a glob of blood and fur along the way, we keep moving while Rana makes sure we don’t get lost as we go. None of us are being stealthy, we’re trying to stick close to rocks though whenever possible.

Phi hears wet crunching sounds ahead, ripping wet munching noises.

Phi makes a stopping gesture at all of us: waitwaitwaitwait did anybody else hear that?

Only Rana hears it now too: I think they caught something else.

Ixayl’anu gets up on a rock to try and see (16): She gets the gross scent she’s learned to associate with these creatures.

We send Phi ahead to scout over the rock, stomach crawling over the top. 28 stealth: Phi sees 2 shriekers eating a dead cow. She turns her head and plays charades. Mouths “cow” then corrects to “two”

Rana to the rest of us: There are two cows, they probably belong to the village, let’s go get them. *she starts walking around to fight them*

Phi gets ready to fight as well seeing her getting ready to fight.

(Another shrieker fight)

The shriekers scream at Rana as soon as they raise their little heat sensors - she makes her save.

Rana: They’re not cows guys!

Phi takes a surprise round shot but misses. She shoots again and does 16dmg to pink - she uses her bonus action attempting to hide by sliding down the side of the rocks and moving back. 24 stealth check.

Blue rushes Rana and bites at her.

Rana flame blades, but misses. Fiery scimitar sticks around though and it will serve as a bonfire of sorts if Edea is looking at us.

The creatures LOVE it mmm so much lovely heat.

Pink also charges Rana and tries to bite the sword, bites through to no effect.

Diem rushes up and hits with one shot of eldritch blast for 3dmg.

Ixayl’anu rushes forward and takes a swing at pink, miss, hit, 9dmg.

Phi runs forward to shoot at them from behind, misses, and has no movement left to hide.

Blue tries to bite Rana with disadvantage, but hits anyway and deals 14dmg

Rana tries to stab blue with her sword, does 6 fire dmg.

These guys do not look previously charred.

Pink tries to bite Rana and her beautiful sword again, but misses.

Diem tries to parkour up the lower portion of the rock, makes it, casts eldritch black at pink, but misses both strikes.

Ixayl'anu hits pink for 8dmg, misses her 2nd strike.

Phi shoots at blue and gets a crit! 34dmg, blue is bloodied by it. Phi bonus action hides in a pile of rocks. 13 stealth - she feels sorta secure...

Blue bites at sword/rana and misses

Rana swings at blue but misses.

Pink bites at Rana and misses.

Diem casts eldritch blast at blue for 16dmg total (one crit)

Ixayl'anu slashes at pink, misses, misses

Phi has to do a con save and passes as purple screams at her from behind. It jumps down.

The others scream as well, Ixayl'anu and Diem make their saves though while Rana is immune from her previous success.

Phi runs forward (directly east) around the rocks and away from purple, she shoots at blue, misses, dashes farther away again (over 50ft away from purple)

Blue misses Rana.

Rana swings at blue, misses.

Pink misses.

Diem hits blue for 16dmg total again, kills it.

Ixayl'anu swings at pink 11dmg, misses with 2nd strike.

Purple charges Phi and takes a bite - 10dmg, she uses evasion to take only 5dmg.

Phi switches to her daggers and hits with both for a total of 13dmg, bonus action disengages, uses her movement to be closer to Ixayl'anu, slightly behind and a few paces east.

Rana stabs at pink and deals 6dmg.

Does purple look previously charred? No.

Pink bites at Rana and her sword, just barely misses.

Diem sees purple hungering after Phi and decides to try and help draw its attention toward them - Rana and her fiery sword all bright and tasty looking between. They hit purple with eldritch blast for 10dmg total.

Ixayl'anu hits pink for 7dmg, misses 2nd strike.

Purple turns around, sees the sword, but Ixayl'anu is closer so it attacks her and misses.

Phi attacks with her daggers and does 24dmg total, efficiently killing it. Phi disengages.

Rana swings at pink, deals 14dmg, killing it.

(After battle investigations)

Rana lets go of her flame blade, but keeps the remaining 10minutes of concentration to summon it back as a bonus action. She checks the cow for more information (10) it is very dead, nothing otherwise out of the ordinary.

The rest of us look around, Ixayl'anu gets a nat 20 investigation (19). She finds a shrieker halfway up the cliffs purple came from.

Rana and Phi check in on their rats, then Rana tries to climb up to the molt (17) and tries to chuck it down to the ground. It feels like a chitinous fiberglass body and cracks a little bit when tossed down.

Rana nature checks 16 - the molt is maybe slightly smaller, she survival tracks purple’s prints (another 16), it went up at the top of the ridge, previously it was following along equally with the other two, so probably the results of that 3rd set of tracks.

Diem investigates the molt for burning and finds some, points it out to Rana. It’s definitely something left over from one of yesterday’s on-fire runners, possibly from one of the three we just killed, after they shed their damaged skin.

Molt is 10-15 lbs - Rana shoulders it.

We follow purple’s tracks back to the worm, confirming all three of the shriekers we just killed were involved in wormicide.

Rana leads us back to town from there.

We talk about the 3 we killed, the 2 that got away yesterday (and whether they are the same) and handling the infestation only until we feel confident the villagers can take care of the rest.

When we get back to town we go check on the albino shrieker, Ixayl'anu cracks the lid to see if it’s still there. Little snout pops out and snaps at her fingers, gets one of her plate-gauntleted fingers before she shuts the lid.

Rana and Ixayl'anu were paying attention enough with their nature rolls they notice it’s larger than yesterday but still not as big as the other guys. There’s definitely not enough space for another one in that box. It is still all white.

Ixayl'anu squeezes a ration in there with it - it’s like trying to feed a crocodile through the fence.

Rana climbs back up to last night’s roof and pulls out her mirror, studying where the mirror flashes were yesterday.

Phi looks around to see if the town looks empty still since we’ve been gone. 20 investigation: Town looks pretty close to how we had left things. As she gets closer to the camels, she hears the elk making angry elk noises, self consoling and all worked up.

Phi tries to parkour up the building near them.

Rana starts the mirror flashes for hey look here hey hey. Listen!

Diem: Maybe we could build a bonfire somewhere and see if it draws in any more of the little ones?

Rana: (while flashing hey hey pattern) Let’s check in with Edea and see if the town people want to return first.

Edea responds with a “here/listening” mirror glint.

Rana: “All clear maybe.”

Edea: “Okay to return?”

Rana: “Should be.”

Edea: “We’ll return.”

(Ixayl'anu's elk is a hero! Recognize!)

Back to Phi parkouring up building (14 - makes it up okay); looks out into the distance at what might be wrong, elk is tossing his head and claims more space than the camels who have edged away. When he sees Phi, he bugles something, trying to tell her something and stomps his hoof and brandishes his antlers.

Phi looks out into the distances with a 24 for threats. Nothing in the distance.

Phi: Down boy (assumes elk is just not happy, elk snorts at her as she leaves).

Phi comes back: Your elk is not liking the camels, or the camels don’t like your elk, something is going on down there.

Before Phi gets back, the elk telepathically says to Ixayl'anu: I defended the camels successfully, be proud of me! *smug* your camels are safe, there was a huge battle and I defended them well.

Ixayl’anu makes her way down there anyway. On the way she describes shriekers to the elk

Elk: No it was flying like a bird

Ixayl'anu: Was it a bird?

Elk: It was weird, but it was flying so it must be a bird.

Ixayl'anu looks up but doesn’t see anything.

Rana and Diem check in on their camels

Ixayl'anu tells us it wasn’t natural, but none of us see flying creatures.

Ixayl'anu to elk: How big was it?

Elk: It was as big as me!

Ixayl'anu relays this.

Ixayl'anu: Did it smell?

Elk: The camels smell...

Rana casts speak with animals and asks her camel what happened.

Her camel is very upset by something large attacking from the air. The elk did scare it off, but now he’s been showboating about it ever since and the camels just want out.

Rana: Have you seen the thing from the sky before

Camel: No

Rana casts stone shape and makes a 5X5 passage, 1ft off the ground, carefully leading camels through the doorway and handing them off to people. Rana is playing tetris with stonework and camels, and she tries to explain to them what she’s doing, guiding them out - 20 animal handling check.

Animal handling for our camels handed over (5 from Ixayl'anu, elk’s antlers get stuck), I get a 9, Phi gets a 4, they are just too eager to be out. Phi’s camel picks her up, holding onto halter lead and goes trotting off into the greenery.

Diem’s drags them away from quicksandy dead worm area in the opposite direction, further into town rather than toward brush, but Diem does manage to see a little throughway and eventually the camel heads that way, Diem going with it to the little oasis area.

Rana helps Ixayl'anu with the last camel to get it to the brush.

We take a short rest as we wait for Edea.

Diem keeps their eyes on the skies but only rolls a 5 on perception.

Rana does the same, rolls 12, but she’s more interested in playing with her rat and there’s a lot of leaves in the way besides.

(Townspeople Return)

We eventually hear/see Edea with the group of villagers heading into the main building from across the pond. We hear large exclamations.

Rana: I think she’s here.

We go with her.

Edea is impressed by our pile of bodies

Rana warns Edea about what the elk saw, but we haven’t seen any indication. We still don’t.

Edea: We’ll keep an eye out, we didn’t see anything on our way into town either.

Rana: Don’t know if you guys heard that shrieking last night?

Edea: Yep.

We catch her up to that and the molt, edea wants to see it.

Edea: I’ve never seen anything like these creatures but I certainly wouldn’t have expected them to molt.

Rana: They look mammalian to me.

Edea: They’re definitely not insects.

Rana: Oh yeah and Ixayl'anu found a pet.

Ixayl'anu: Oh yeah (something I missed for notes)

Rana fills Edea in about el blanco’s details.

Edea volunteers to take the molt off our hands to the other druids of her circle.

Rana: As far as we can tell they love fire and heat

Diem: We thought we might light a bonfire before we leave, make sure nothing else comes after it before we move on.

Edea studies el blanco, then wrangles it, mouth together and ropes it closed.

Edea: It’s definitely malformed, compared to the other ones.

Edea pokes at the flaps and peels them up a little bit, it screams and struggles more: It definitely sees via these organs. What are you planning on doing with this one?

Rana gestures at Ixayl'anu

Ixayl'anu: (More words I missed for notes) definitely doesn’t need to come with us anywhere, just thought it might be useful to study.

Edea: Well, this was always intended to be our splitting off point anyway.

Rana: Yeah, I can get them to Longview from here.

Ixayl'anu: Yeah if it’s useful to study, we can leave it here.

Edea: Yeah this and the molt could tell us quite a bit.

Ixayl'anu: Not attached, just holding onto it as something we can maybe do something with.

Rana: Camels are by the oasis, they made it through just fine.

We talk things over, Earl comes out and sees shrieker pile “What in tarnation is going on here?”

Rana: Feel free to add to the pile

Earl: Val come look at this!

Val comes out to look.

Our plan is to wait out the heat of the day/afternoon. Diem sets up a tiny hut and we inform Edea of as much as possible.

Edea is now treating us all as competent and she’s giving us more respect as a result.

We begin our trek out of the valley toward Longview, none of us catching on that Rana is taking us slightly off-path from our plans.

Encounter roll of 19 from Ixayl'anu.

(Thunderbird sighting)

As we get to the far side of this canyon, beginning to climb out of it, we can see a lot farther than before, more regular level desert, far off into the distance, 10-20 miles away a huge thunderstorm is brewing, lots of lightning it looks real bad.

Perception checks Diem 1, Ixayl'anu 5, 23 Phi, Rana 22

Rana (excited and worried both): We need to get under cover right now! We can’t be out in the open when that thing gets here. I have never seen one but I think this is a thunderbird. I don’t think it’ll bother us if we leave it alone, but we need to get out of its way.

Phi: Is that bigger than a roc?

Rana: About the same size. I have never seen one...though it looks about the size of a roc.

Survivals: Rana 13, Diem 8, Phi 18, Ixayl'anu 6

We don’t really find a good spot. We find an overhang though, but not a big enough space for the tiny hut. We manage to be out of line of sight. It was coming toward us as we were looking for a spot.

To Diem (perception 4) it’s like being caught out in a hurricane.

Rana tries to get a look 17, Phi 11, Ixayl'anu 20

This bird is mad, something has pissed it off.

Ixayl'anu to her elk: This isn’t the thing is it?

Elk: *huddled* no this is not what I saw

We’re soaked to the bone, but it’s a warm rain. We watch for a good hour or so, we see it make a couple of dives in the desert but not near Perfection.

Phi wonders aloud if it’s mad about these new abominations in its land and it’s come to take it back and wash it clean.

It makes a couple of passes over the valley and then goes back where it came from to the North.

Rana: *grinning* Let’s not do that again.

Diem: That was AWESOME

Ixayl'anu is excited about the lightning.

Diem takes a long time to prestidigitation us all dry.

Rana picks up the lead again.

Survival rolls to get our bearings again diem 6, Ixayl'anu 7, rana 10, phi 17 - we’re pretty confident Rana knows the way.

Rana knows it would take another full day to get to Longview and looks for a game trail toward it instead of Bouldergap as we had planned (not that any of us catch on to the fact we’re off course out here.

It takes us awhile and we’re meandering a little. It takes us past dusk before we find a suitable area and begin setting up camp.

Phi: Rana, I don’t even see this path anymore...

Rana: That’s because we’re not on it. I use this path all the time, we’re almost certainly not lost *smiling*

Phi: Alright I trust you.

Diem casts alarm around the animals, then summons the tiny hut, coloured to blend with the desert sand.

Rana nat 20s first watch. Coyotes in the distance, lovely night, natural sounds, everything’s peachy.

She’s in a good mood when she wakes Phi up: It’s a great night.

Phi: Happy to be home?

Rana: More than a little. I like Rethwellian but it’s a little too green for my tastes

Phi: Well so far this desert has been nice but also a little smelly sometimes

Rana: In our defense, it’s usually not like that, hopefully they’ll be gone soon, maybe that thunderbird washed them away.

Phi: Hopefully

Rana: Alright goodnight

Phi: Goodnight

Perception 26, nothing really changes though she’s not as comfortable as Rana is.

On Diem and Ixayl’anu’s watch, Diem recasts tiny hut. Ixayl'anu gets 7, Diem gets a 4. Diem draws a bad rendition of the thunderbird in their dream journal (maybe because they didn’t get to see it so well lol).

OOC we rule that Diem doesn’t have to worry about timing and recasting tiny hut moving forward, it’ll last for as long as we need it.

Nice clear morning, Rana is pumped and ready to go, already on the camel as we climb out of our bedrolls.

(Lost treasure on the sandy deer trails)

Rana rolls a 6 for encounters - a few hours in, 10/10:30 we come to a scattering of splintered wood and strewn wagon wrecks up ahead. Rana stops because this isn’t supposed to be here. Even with an 8 she sees a wagon wheel.

Ixayl'anu: What, what’s going on?

We get close and see the remains of wagons.

Diem: Think this could be that missing caravan?

Rana: It’s possible, but we’re no longer on that path.

Ixayl'anu goes over to look at identifying marks on crates/wagons/flags

Rana perception checks around the area, Diem goes with her (22, 11)

Phi helps Ixayl'anu. She notices the wood is bleached and weathered, sitting in the sun for years and years.

Ixayl'anu: How long does it take for wagons to start looking like this? Doesn’t it take awhile?

Rana walks up.

When Ixayl'anu scrapes it with a claw it splinters like over-dry wood

Rana 10 investigates it, and agrees - very weathered and bleached, flags are tattered and bleached, light pink maybe used to be red. Rana goes up to the 2nd wagon, Diem follows. It looks like it was a goods caravan, no animals, no people, no bones (but rolled low for that).

Diem got sand in their eye (1 investigating for bones)

We are following a loose trail of debris, Rana sees the inside protected by the cloth and she sees several other crates that have been pried open, contents taken. Rana pulls one crate out

Phi and Diem both roll low on this next part.

Rana nat 20s looking this crate over, tucked away behind that crate is another one that got overlooked, barely protected, it has a strange symbol on it like the barest suggestion of an inverted triangle made with little triangles at each point and leaf blades in the center curling out toward the leftmost triangle point from a braided crescent moon along the suggested triangle’s right side, tips of the crescent poking up out of the leftmost and top sides of the suggested triangle. Rana drags it out and takes a closer look. It seems kind of heavy. Whatever is in there is well padded, no shifting or sloshing etc.

Phi 14 perceives for traps. She sees it is locked with delicate filigree on it, meaning it’s probably a trap. Attempts to disable the trap (24).

We talk about how very lost they probably were, because as Rana points out, you do not go off trail, the desert is very dangerous, it will kill you, and while we were okay off trail with her, you definitely do not go off trail with a caravan.

Ixayl'anu: I get that but how far off trail are we?

Rana: We are inadvisably far off trail, but I know where I’m going.

Phi defeats the trap and inside she finds a large teapot of red enamel with a slightly demonic face on the side of it with a large ring in its nose. When she picks it up steam gently comes up and it is warm.

Rana looks in the box for more identification. 18 investigation.

Rana 17 history checks the triangle-moon symbol too - she’s not certain where she’s seen the symbol but it’s tip of her tongue - not quite familiar, but something. She finds a very old, weathered piece of parchment with “the meal wish cauldron” written on it, along with what it does.

By putting in 10 gold (or similar value of jewels - per person?), you bring forth a great feast, including magnificent food and drink. The feast takes 1 hour to consume and disappears at the end of that time, and the beneficial effects don't set in until this hour is over. Up to twelve creatures can partake of the feast.

A creature that partakes of the feast gains several benefits. The creature is cured of all diseases and poison, becomes immune to poison and being frightened, and makes all Wisdom saving throws with advantage. Its hit point maximum also increases by 2d10, and it gains the same number of hit points. These benefits last for 24 hours.

We package it away into our own supplies for now.

Rana: We’ll get to Longview before nightfall probably.

We travel an hour and a half more before we get back to the main road again, very well trafficked, just like Rethwellian’s main roads, it’s like going from a deer trail to a five lane highway.

Diem plays off the whole bad bitch native desert dweller guide, so fuck off vibe

As we get closer and closer to early evening we can see Longview.

(Welcome to Longview)

We are going to see a small town, big enough to know everyone but only if you lived here awhile. Somewhat of a farming community, gardens behind houses are common, in the shadow of the mountain, a bit more greenery here, but not as green as Rethwellian.

Taking the main road in, not stopping, just going through town - Rana clearly knows where she’s going. “Welcome to Longview.”

Phi: So were you born here?

Rana: Yeah, I grew up here.

One person on the road nods at Rana but they don’t stop and chat. They stare more at us than her.

Diem thinks it looks very cute and cozy

Rana’s interactions are limited to nods and waves

Phi: How long since you’ve been home?

Rana: At least 2 years

We notice nobody’s trying to catch up with Rana, Diem just assumes that’s because they know Rana well enough to know she’s not much of a talker and/or they’re all very similar to her in that regard.

As we pass the inn

Phi: Are we going to stay with your family maybe?

Rana: That is the plan, yes.

She takes us to her mom’s place, taking a left and immediately leaving Longview for its outskirts instead. Comparatively small homesteading with some sheep that want fed, a small kitchen garden, that’s pretty much it. We passed a lot of farms on the way here though. This one is only about 10 acres.

Rana glances around at some to do things while she’s here, but not a whole lot, some of the fencing could use repairing. She finds a place for their camels for water and food, ties them off. While everyone’s unloading she goes to feed the sheep.

Then she leads us to the door. We make enough noise out there though that a farm dog comes out barking, excited to see her, yipping, mom comes out the back “Oh Rana you’re back!” (older, husky sounding voice, from the city, little bit more cultured, wearing very nice clothes).

Rana turns around with a grin and runs to give her a big hug

Mom: I missed you so much

Rana: I missed you too

Mom: You brought friends

Rana: I brought friends!

Mom: Bring them inside

A feathered female dragonborn, a white-haired female gnome, and a big scary human woman who looks like she could break you.

Rana: we’re gonna need somewhere to stay for a night or two if that’s okay?

Mom: Sure

Rana: I fed the sheep and the camels, I haven’t fed anything in the stable yet though.

Mom: We have some sheep that are laming too.

Rana: It is good to see you - it has been way too long.

Mom: I did hear from your brother about events.

Rana: Oh! Did he get his message then?

Mom: All 3 of them. One right after another

Rana (grinning): I’ll have to fill him in, it’s been an eventful few months

Rana waves us over.

Rana leads the elk to sheep pen so it doesn’t eat mom’s flowers. It is way greener here than the other gardens in town. Plants here are very lovely.

Rana looks around: I’ll take care of the plants while I’m here too.

Mom: They always seem to enjoy your attentions. Introduce me to your friends?

She introduces us, stops at Diem, “Drop the disguise.”

Diem clearly forgot they were disguised, but does so, looks a little out of sorts after they drop the disguise rather than their easily sociable butterfly self.

Rana introduces each of us and where we’re from, Diem says their home is a small village in Rethwellian nobody’s really heard of, not important.

We are introduced to mom as Romy

Level up!

Next Session: Feb 20th 4pm est

#Anesh #Perfection #On the way to Longview #Tremors D&D #Shriekers #Graboids #Ass blaster sequel hook #Val #Earl #Edea #Thunderbird sighting #Mealwish Cauldron #We meet Rana's mom! #Romy #Level 8!

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OK! Lightweight Part 3 (Final) Muriel x Mc (OC) Smut ;) And some fluff NSFW, 18+, blah blah blah.

Lightweight Part 3~

You wake up feeling a heavy warm arm holding you close. You slowly realize that you are still at Muriel hut. Last night was a bit of a blurr,  and despite having a touch of a hangover, you feel amazing. You feel like months of a build up was released all at once.

You turn over to Muriel, he’s already awake looking like he may have done something wrong.

He’s very quiet. You rub your face and eyes, then look down at the covers looking at your naked bodies, his face starts to become flush. “Rh--Rhemi... “

“--We… We did it last night… right?… It wasn’t a dream?”

Muriel’s looks like he feels awful about it. “....Yeah…we did. I’m--”

You push out a long exhale relieved, smiling widely. “Yessss!~” You turn over slowly, resting your chin on his chest. “...I was afraid...it was a very vivid wet dream.”

He stiffens, looking perplexed. “You….your still ok with it?....wait...--you..WHAT?!”

You nod slowly grinning and blushing bashfully, “Yes….I…. I’ve had them a lot…..About you. Ladies have them too!”

He looks incredibly embarrassed, but also a little flattered. “So….you’re ok? You’re not…. Hurt?”

“No… well other than my head… and my lady bits a little--- but that’s normal! I’m not broken or anything like that!….You’re… Ahh.. member is just...big.” Your face continues to get more red, but you still have a pleased grin on your face.

“Wh--Why do you think I was so terrified? I’m just… and you’re so...”  He takes his hands spacing them apart trying to explain with his hands the size differences.

You giggle, “...Being big isn’t a bad thing, Muriel.-- It’s a bonus!” You kiss his chest. “...It will get easier for us..we’ll just have to….you know...practice.~” You give him a playful, flirtatious wink. He flutters his eyes shocked at the thought, his face pink. You can’t help but chuckle at his reaction, and you lean into his face and kiss his cheek. He’s so cute when he’s flustered like that.

Your attention then goes to his poor shoulders and neck, gasping at your apparent handy work. He’s covered with hickies, and scratches. “Oh shit!...I can’t say the same for you, Mur.”

“What?” You touch his neck where you are looking at, rubbing the scratches sadly. He reaches around with his hand, feeling your claw marks. “...Oh, these?”

You nod apologetically. “Did I...hurt you?”

He smiles softly looking at the wall next to the bed, still blushing, “...I’m fine…. I’ve had worse.…I'd rather have these than--.” He stops himself from finishing that sentence, both of your cheeks now very flushed. “..I-- I mean--”

You sputter, and bury your face in his neck, and are unable to stop your laughter. “I’m happy to oblige!~ We all knew you were a lover and not a fighter!...Now I know really know that.” He grumbles to himself ashamed of his words.

“...Did… did you...Like it?” You twirl your hair looking a little sheepish. 

Red moves all the way down his neck and chest, his nostrils flare a bit before answering that question you know he didn’t really want to answer. “....I.. I did...…Is that...bad?”

“Muriel, I love you. I want to give you all of me...including my body.” You straddle him, look down at his handsome face as you sit on top of him. “...It’s not bad at all. I’m happy you liked it! I did too.~” He can’t help but marvel at your bare chest as you sit on top of him. You take his hand and wrap them around your ribs, just above your waist. “...We can… practice again… if you want.~” Your eye lids almost shut, but behind them is a hunger that is not yet satisfied. 

He tries to hide a smile at your forwardness, but he doesn’t seem against the suggestion.“I mean.. I wouldn’t mind it…” He mutters.

You lean down into him, slowly pressing your lips into his. His fingers push your hair away from your face and starts kissing you back, each one more passionate that the next. Your hips start to slowly thrust, and you start to feel his member being rock hard again. You reach behind your body for the shaft so slide his member back into you again. BANG BANG BANG!!--

Muriel and you about jump out of your skins. Your eyes shoot towards the door in shock. Who the fuck is knocking at Muriel’s door that this earl in the morning? AND WHY NOW?

“Muriel?...You home?” That sounds like Asra’s voice...--OH NO! He has no idea that you’re here with Muriel! FUUUUCK!! 

Muriel and your eyes become insanely huge, you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your inappropriate laughter at this moment. “...Your door is locked…” Asra waits for an answer for a moment while you both flounder silently. “Muriel?” Asra sighs ,“...Huh…First no Rhemi, now no Muriel?...”

Muriel looks at you panicked, you quickly roll off of him wrapping your body with the blankets and furs. You nudge him, mouthing, “Say Something!”, gesturing to the door. Muriel’s trunk  shoots up from the bed, choking on his reply, “--Ye--yeah!.. I’m here--Hold on--” He quickly hops out of the bed, fumbling for his pants and shoes. He gestures for you to hide under the covers and furs, you can’t stop snickering. This is so fucking insane. He quickly walks up to the door, but before opening it, he looks back at you for reassurance. You smile stupidly, waving your hand. Go on! Then cover your mouth with your finger to ensure him you won’t make a peep.

Muriel quickly makes his way outside, shutting the door hastily once he was out. You can hear the conversation as you slowly roll your naked self out the bed and sneakishly start to get dressed.

“Oh, Morning….Muriel?....You ok?---You're rather sweaty this morning...Did you have a bad dream or something?”

“No-- N--not…. exactly..” Muriel clears his throat sharply. You snicker to yourself, trying to contain your laughter. While you rummage for your belt and underwear. “What...uh.. What's wrong?”

Asra exhales long and almost sadly, “Can...Can we go inside, sit, and talk?” You shudder as you hear Asra’s words, quickly throwing on your shirt, it luckily covers all the things that matter.

“NO!... uh… redecorating… It looks like shit in there.” OH shit that’s right! Muriel’s a terrible liar!

“Oh…Umm... ok.. then?” You can hear Asra’s back slide against the wall of the hut. He bought that? “...Out here is fine, I guess.”

Muriel’s voice starts to become a little more concerned. “...something wrong?”

Asra sighs deeply again, he sounds so confused. “Yes…. no?...I-- I don’t know...”

You keep looking for your skirt and corset belt as he continues to talk, but it’s nowhere to be found still. You look to Inanna still trying to catch up on some sleep. She’s no help today.

Asra inhales deeply, “..Ok.. so something kinda happened last night…”

“Bad…?” Muriel replies still worry in his voice.

“No… not bad per say.---Let’s just say something… happened ….between …me …and …. *coughs* Julian.” WHAT???

“Uhhhhhhhhhhh…..” Muriel groans rather uncomfortably. You stop looking for your clothes and you stare at the door, your heart flutters and you continue to listen.

“I--know-- I know!--I’m sorry Muriel. You’re not the person to talk to about this. --But Rhemi isn’t at the shop this morning, and I really just need to talk to someone.”

“....Fuckinggreatluckyme...” he grumbles quietly. 

Asra chuckles a bit, “I wouldn't have come to you if it wasn’t somewhat urgent, Muriel. I...I need to make a decision here in a few hours…. I--I might be leaving for awhile--.”

Julian…. Did he ask Asra??---Did he confess to him?! He HAD to have! You can’t help but feel so excited. There was always something between those two, you just knew it.

Asra goes on, “--It would be a few months…I’d promise I’ll be back…but..”

Muriel exhales deeply. “...But?” You can hear Muriel's voice, he’s very excited about him leaving, or the Julian part. But if he was completely against it, he would say something.

“...But… If I do leave… What are you going to do?-- What is Rhemi going to do? What about the shop? I’ve never left that long before-- I feel like I can’t just up and abandon everything like that. What if she’ll need me? If I go will she hate me? And you?”

Muriel thinks about his words for a moment before responding. “Asra… I’ll be fine. Rh--Rhemi will be fine... You... you should do what you want...”

You press your head against the door, listening to Muriel’s words. “Rhemi... she keeps tell me this...You’re... aloud to want things.... You are too, Asra.”

Tears start to swell in your eyes, even though Muriel probably hates the idea, he still wants his oldest friend to be happy. You hear a fleshy thump sound, like Asra’s hand is tapping Muriel’s shoulder.

“Thanks, Muriel…But I… I just don’t feel convinced.” You hear Asra stand up and start to walk away, stop in his tracks and turn back around to Muriel. “..I just--I feel like I can’t abandon you two like that. If I did go, I probably wouldn’t get a chance to tell her in person. You know how she is… She won’t say, but she wouldn’t take that well.” He starts to walk away again.

“--Maybe this is all not met to be...” No no no NO NO!!!! ASRA!!! “Hey...Forget it I said anything, Muriel. It was just spur the moment thing anyway. I’m sorry to drop in and wake you up so early.”

“Wait, Asra--” You hear Muriel’s large figure stand as well.

“It--it’s ok, Muriel... I’ll-- I mean..It will be ok--”

You can’t let Asra get away. Asra and Julian clearly have something special. You want him to be happy.  You can’t let him talk himself out of being happy!

SLAMMM !!

“--ASRA, I THINK YOU AND JULIAN BELONG TOGETHER!!” You shout as you suddenly burst out of Muriel’s hut, a blanket over your shoulder, hiding your loose tits and your skirtlessess.

Muriel and Asra both stare at the door frame where you are standing for a moment, fluttering their eyes in disbelief at you. Oh fuck. What did I just do...Muriel’s entire face and chest blood red. You slowly turn to him, looking very sorry. He sighs deeply then scratches the back of his head bashfully, glancing quickly at Asra, then to the ground.

Asra sports a very confused look on his face, “Rh--Rhemi? What are you….doing….here?” Asra’s eyes dart from your red face, to the blanket that's covering you, then to Muriel, his red body, and now noticing the scratch marks and hickeys on his neck. His eyes light up as he slowly connects the dots. A very large, mischievous smile takes over his face, “Ooh-hoo~!.”

You quickly glance up at Muriel, both clueless what to do or say. You choke on your words unable to think properly, all you can muster up are sloppy hand gestures and stuttering.

Asra eyes wide open, folding his arm, his chin resting on his knuckles, smirking. “Was I... interrupting...something here?”

“--NO!!” You both defensively answer quickly in unison, Muriel shaking his head and your voice cracks.

A laugh escapes his lips. “Well.. this explains why you weren't at the shop this morning, Rhemi!”

You have no idea what to say at this moment, you sink your face down more into the blanket, embarrassment completely freezing your body as Asra continues, “... and here I thought you were up early shopping at the market!”

You feel Muriel taking a hold of your hand in his, completely surprising you. Muriel looking at the ground, face still incredibly red, “Sh--Shut up, Asra….” he scowls. There wasn’t any denying it. You two fucked. And why the hell cares? You are happy that you’re with Muriel. You don’t want to hide it anyway.

Asra’s laughs at Muriel’s sheepish face, excitement in his voice “AWWW! I’m proud of you, Buddy!”  

“A--ASRA!” Poor Muriel shudders.

Asra throws his head back and starts to lose himself in his laughter. You notice him wince at his shoulder, trying to cover himself with his jacket. Your eyes squint at him suspiciously, his laughter slow stop as he notices you shuffling over, blanket still over your shoulders. You look up at him, his cheeks start to become slightly flush as you glance to his hand. “...Whatcha hiding, Asra?” You raise your eyebrow, his eye darts side-to-side, not answering, a small bead of sweat on his temple.

You smack his wrist, he pulls it away. “Ouch! ---GAAH!”  You pull the scarf slightly off of his shoulder, exposing multiple teeth marks and hickies on his neck and chest. He freezed as he watched you bat your eyelashes and the corners of your mouth slowly curl upwards. “Ahhhhhh….ok....I can--I can explain...” Asra nervously smiles, chuckling defensively. He quickly covers the bites up with his hand again.

You take a step away judging harshly, smiling ear to ear. You fold your arms with the blanket. “So...‘Something happened last night’? Huh?”

“It… it was Faust.--”

Faust sticks her head out of his bag, quickly wrapping herself around his wrist, flicking her fork tongue. ”Lies!”

You sputter as laughter takes over you, full force. Asra, smiles cheeks flushed, it’s his turn to look embarrassed. “I knew you guys had some kind of chemistry!”

Hold on--You suddenly realize that there isn’t any time for this. “What a minute--- The boat leaves in a few hours!” You grasp his shoulders, shaking him a little,  his winces at you touch his bad shoulder a little too tightly. “--You’ve got to pack!....I need to go to the market--- get you supplies! Shit-- we don’t have time to dally...No time!!” You rush over, throw open the door of the hut looking over your shoulder both of them, the both blankly stare at you, confused. You flick your wrist to Asra, “Well! Get the hell out of here! You need to get going!”

You almost shut the door, then stick your arm out, pointing at Asra. “--And don’t even think about leaving without saying goodbye!”

You shut the door with a hard clunk.

You can still hear Asra as he softly laughs. “...She’s a handful, Muriel, you think you can handle her?”

“Yeah she is…” he chuckles a little then quickly chokes on his words, “Wait!-- I didn’t-- I meant-- OOFF!”

Asra continues to laugh, he sounds like he just hugged Muriel’s waist. “I know you’ll take good care of her, Muriel.... And she’ll… she’ll take good care of you, too.” Asra’s voice starts to sound shaky. “I’m… I’m so, so glad you both have each other.”

Muriel doesn’t say anything, but you can tell that he doesn’t let go for a little bit.

Your back rests against the door, still listening to them. Your eyes start to water, everything starts to just sink in all at once.

Asra....He didn’t want the both of you to be alone. Last time he did, you died.

He always came back from his travels because of Muriel and you. Separately, the two of you needed him so badly. --But together, you weren’t so dependent on him. You both loved him. He's one of your best of friends. He was the only person that you Muriel had for a long time. And… And he’s going to be gone for a long time. You realize how much you were going to miss him. He’ll be back, but he’ll be gone for months. A year at most.

You can hear Muriel approach the door. You step away to let him in, you slowly look up at him, tears stream down your face. Muriel’s face almost matches yours. You don’t have to explain to him. He understands. He embraces you, picking you up, feet slightly hovering off of the floor. You wrap your arms around his neck as he holds you by the small of your back and shoulders. “Are you going to miss him?” You mutter through your tears.

“...I always do when he leaves...I worry he’ll wouldn’t come back.” Muriel utters a little.

“I… I do too.” You sniffle and both of your foreheads pressed together, Muriel wipes the tears from your eyes. “...He’ll be back… and if he doesn’t, I’ll kick Julian’s fucking ass!”

Muriel snorts, “Yeah… I like the sound of that.”  He puts you down and you kiss his cheek.

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You finally get yourself to town and get all the preparations Asra needed, Muriel even comes to help out. Everyone, including Portia and Nadia, all come to say goodbye on the docks, you and Julia exchange a very grateful look then gives you a friendly hug. He tries to hug Muriel, but he twists his face at him. You give Muriel a pouting look, and he pats him on the shoulder, asking him to make sure that he doesn’t get themself killed.

Asra waves goodbye to the both of you as they set sail, holding Julians hand. Julian never looked so happy. Times have changed, all of you have all changed, all have grown. Relationships are starting and taking new steps to further them. Muriel’s hand squeezes yours tighter as you both watch as the ship disappear on the horizon. You hug his waist, he peers down at you, he musters up a small grin.

Muriel said that he met Asra met here. He sounded almost nostalgic, a little sad.

You squeeze his hand tightly, pulling him close to you. “Muriel, are you ok?”

He wipes a small tear out of his eye, shaking away the thought, looking down at you smiling softly.“Yeah… I am now. “

You smile back at him, and start to walk off the wharf. “Let's go home. Together.”

The End~

As always, thanks for reading my hot trash! I hoped you liked it =) 

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Black Sails Confinement Challenge - Prompts

Here it is! The list of 50 prompts to inspire confined fic writers to write about confined characters. Here’s how I broke them down:

The General (G1 - G25) prompts only contain ideas for settings and sometimes simple plot ideas. They can be used for any ship or character. Please fill these prompts as closely to the general idea/mood as possible.

The Specific (S1 - S25) prompts tend to be more detailed and contain a ship request. If you choose a specific prompt, please write the ship/main characters requested in these prompts, whose names you have been bolded for your convenience.

Tomorrow I’ll be posting a form to let authors claim prompts. Prompts can be claimed anytime during the challenge but prompts are granted on a first-come, first-serve basis (this list will be updated to reflect which prompts are currently claimed). Specific prompts can only be claimed once. General prompts may be claimed several times AS LONG AS the writers are working on different characters/ships (they will be asked who they plan on writing in the submission form). There is no deadline or minimum length, but authors must make some progress within one month of claiming the prompt (ie, at least an outline and a few paragraphs). Prompts for which the author has gone radio-silent or made absolutely no progress in one month will be put back up for grabs. Authors can fill as many prompts as they like, on the condition that they claim one prompt at a time and finish each prompt before starting working on another.

As always my inbox or PMs stay open if you have any questions about this challenge!

And now, without further ado, let yourself be inspired by these prompts and choose your favourites (1 main, 2 backup) for signup tomorrow! (write down the FULL code, fx G5 or S22)

GENERAL PROMPTS (any ship/character)

G1 Place: inside a whale Reason: the whale swallowed them Mood: banter, done with this shit, crack-y

G2 Place: a subaqueous lab Reason: the inaccessibility of the lab Mood: UST and a tinge of horror Extra: the heater is malfunctioning and they have to huddle for warmth

G3 Sexy times feat. character 1 being tied up and waiting for character 2 who's left them alone for a while.

G4 Place: a safehouse  Reason: they're in witness protection  Mood: sexual tension, banter, funny?  Extra: Character 1 is in witness protection but hates it, thinks it's unnecessary and is trying to leave. character 2 is personally responsible for their safety.

G5 Place: at the Oglethorpe plantation Reason: fear of disease Mood: bittersweet

G6 Place: a part of the ship Reason: punished by the crew Mood: cracky, ust. Extra: there is only 1 hammock

G7 Place: an elevator in an office building Reason: it broke down, nobody's responding and it's Friday night Mood: banter, arguing, enemies-to-friends-to-more? Extra: one of them isn't feeling well because of a medical condition (can be claustrophobia) but is trying to hide it

G8 Place: at the top of a Ferris wheel Reason: power cut Mood: funny, bickering

G9 Place: a supposedly haunted house Reason: the door is mysteriously stuck Mood: creepy, funny, possibly UST/smutty

G10 Place: a closet/wardrobe Reason: they're hiding from someone Mood: ust/smut

G11 Place: a tent Reason: it's pouring with rain Mood: first time, smutty

G12 Place: a store (grocery, book, clothes, you decide) Reason: they got locked in after closing Mood: funny, cracky, fluffy

G13 Place: a ship Reason: becalmed Mood: angsty, delirious, desperate

G14 Place: Miranda's house Reason: someone is sick/wounded Mood: angsty, hurt/comfort, confession (no death please)

G15 Place: mysterious Aztec/Mayan/Inca ruins Reason: they were looking for the Eldorado and got lost/trapped in the ruins. Mood: adventure, friendship, maybe hurt/comfort Extra: there's a jaguar lurking about

G16 Place: the Otherworld (heaven, limbo, hell… you choose) Reason: the last thing they remember is getting hit on the head. Mood: thoughts about the Afterlife. Could be as dark or as cracky as you like. Extra: The Good Place AU?

G17 Place: a library Reason: someone dared them to stay in after closing time  Mood: fun, cracky, adventurous

G18 Place: two houses far away Reason: quarantine Mood: longing, lonely, horny, smutty Extra: they're writing/texting/talking on the phone to keep in touch but It's Not Enough and it's driving them nuts

G19 Place: a steampunk Jules-Verne-ish submarine Reason: there's a giant squid outside Mood: spooky, adventure

G20 Place: a lighthouse Reason: a terrible storm with crashing waves Mood: intense, passionate

G21 Place: a cabin in the middle of nowhere Reason: zombie apocalypse (or other supernatural invasion/pandemic) Mood: horror, tension Extra: Character 1 arrives at the cabin after having fled the monsters, thinking it's empty. It's not, and Character 2 isn't all that happy about the intruder.

G22 Place: Skeleton Island Reason: marooned or left for dead Mood: spooky, angsty, paranoid

G23 Place: a hut on Maroon island Reason: Hurricane Mood: ust, angst, comfort

G24 Place: the Fort in Nassau Reason: they took the fort but now they're besieged Mood: bickering, going stir-crazy

G25 Place: a room in the brothel Reason: they're hiding from someone/something Mood: pining, ust Extra: everyone is having sex around them but they're not (yet) and it's driving them nuts

SPECIFIC PROMPTS (specific ship/character)

S1 Ranger trio is stuck in space prison and have to try to escape ft. Space ship Captain Vane, Anne with blaster shooters (or maybe a lightsaber if it’s a star wars au) and hacker Jack. Mood: Funny.

S2 Thomas and Silver are stuck in James' flat... without James. They're stuck there separated from James until the shelter in place order is lifted (pick your poison - pandemic? Bad storm? Dangerous escaped convict on the loose?). Sexual tension ensues.

S3 Inspired by S4: Madi and Eleanor are confined together in the hidden cellar of Miranda's house when Spanish troops are invading the island (and this time they don't get assaulted/killed). Unresolved sexual tension, unresolved sibling-like rivalry. Bonus: just some angry ✂️✂️✂️ 

S4 Eleanor is imprisoned in England and thinks about Max. Mood: angst, broken heart, angry.

S5 Silver is stranded at Miranda's house, could be with or w/o the captain. Reason: suspect outbreak on the Walrus, Silver can't go back on board, Flint doesn't want his map wandering around Nassau. Mood: funny, smutty, up to the writer.

S6 Israel Hands + character of your choice. Place: a ship, in a locked room Reason: misbehavior? crew shenanigans? Mood: writers choice.

S7 Utley pisses off a superior officer and gets locked in with Flint. Place: the cell in the fort. Mood: ust, smut!

S8 John Silver and the companion of yr choice. Place: an island. Reason: marooned by a pissed off crew. Mood: up to the writer (not too tragic?)

S9 Flint is stuck on shore and runs into someone he knew (and liked) in his old life. Place: a terrible tavern or a room above. Reason: too stormy to return to ship. Mood: friendly to smutty? I just want Flint have a little bit of happiness.

S10 Miranda comes to meet Flint but gets stuck at the brothel as things get dangerous on the streets. Reason: some kind of unrest, riots. Mood: fluff or smut or anything as long as Miranda is not miserable.

S11 Modern au first meeting Silver & Miranda. Place: Elevator. Reason: breakdown. Mood: up to the writer.

S12 Muldoon is sick and no one knows what with. Silver is worried and Flint extends a rare offering of comfort.

S13 It's 1721. James and Thomas are still incarcerated at the plantation but at least they live together in a separate little cabin. With smallpox spreading from Boston to the rest of the colonies, Oglethorpe shuts down work for a few days and has everyone shelter in place.

S14 Silver showed up on Flint and Thomas' doorstep and the reunion isn't going well. Just when Silver is about to leave in a huff, they get stuck indoors (b/c weather, plague, authorities looking for Silver, etc) and Thomas is stuck with Flint and Silver's angry/awkward UST. He knows the only way to resolve this is in bed, and starts dropping less-than-subtle hints. 👉🏻👌🏻 Mood: funny, smutty.

S15 A scientific research station in space (Solaris AU but with a happy ending!). Flint is sent to investigate a space station after receiving some weird reports. Silver is one the few remaining members of the crew. An incident make them unable to leave without some major repairs. Angsty, slow burn, where Flint slowly accepts to move on after the death of Miranda&Thomas. 

If you're not familiar with Solaris (book or movie) check wikipedia but: the space station is doing research on a mysterious planet covered with an ocean; but that ocean gives the crew some strange "side effects". Their secrets/fears/guilt take a material (often human) form. Flint sees Miranda (or Thomas, or both, as you prefer) for example. As Flint learns to deal with the loss of his loved ones he grows closer to one member of the crew, Silver.* Their bond help them break from the planet's melancholic influence, give them motivation to repair the station and finally leave together. *That could be a great opportunity to write about Silver's (probably very dark according to the BS writers) past!

S16 Silver / Flint - modern era, fake dating for some reason, now they're stuck together for a long time. Place: Somewhere travel related like a hotel room. Reason: quarantine like we're in now. Mood: angsty, UST.

S17 Flint's cabin on the Walrus. Silver is recovering from the leg amputation and discovers Flint has locked him in the cabin. Mood: angsty, angry, fluff if you want?

S18 Flint and Silver captured by the Spanish and Flint learns the truth about Silver’s past. Place: The plantation. Reason: Took control but hit some problems. Mood: Hurt/comfort or angst with happy ending.

S19 Silver & Flint reunion fic – they are stuck together in the room because of the snow and there is only 1 bed. Place: an inn. Mood: UST

S20 horror movie au (not really scary) silver & flint spend the night at a scary cabin after reading one too many ghost stories. Reason: someone locked the keys in the car and there's no signal. Mood: cracky.

S21 Silver and Flint in a magical au get stuck together by either a spell gone wrong or a curse and they find this frustrating in every possible way but have to get on the same page to reverse it.

S22 Flint and Silver are neighbours, but haven't spoken before. They both have gardens and can see each other through gaps in the fence. During the lockdown (because of a disease), Silver and Flint become aware of each other in close proximity but separated by the garden fence. So begins an odd flirtation involving sunbathing and topless gardening and water fights. Mood: Sexual tension. Flirting. Maybe voyeurism?

S23 Place: a house with large backyard (probably farmhouse?) Reason: Snowstorm for a week. Snowstorms happened and they had blackout in the house. Silver doesn't like darkness and he keep clinging to Flint. Flint doesn't like Silver's but he had to because Flint doesn't remember their house (floor plan, I mean) and ended up spending their time in other bedroom. Mood: sexual tension, confession, first kiss and first time.

S24 Silver and Flint bicker about emergency prep and then make up. Place: modern apartment. Reason: some disaster.

S25 Silver is talking to Flint, Flint is avoiding De Groot and so Silver finds himself manhandled into a very small compartment he'd never noticed on the Walrus. Mood: silly, ust

#black sails fanfic #black sails #bs confinement challenge #signal boost #please reblog if you can #the more the merrier!

[yfere]

Shipping Calculus! Live Updates from C2E60

Hello, and welcome to episode 60, otherwise known as THE RISE OF YASHA SHIPPING. We’ve been waiting and waiting for it, and here it fucking is!! Masterpost here

+15 to Fjord/Jester as they gain many Flirting Points with cute little “Heys” at each other in combat, profferings of healing potions, that weird slightly in canon liminal area of drink sharing, winking madness, Fjord dedicating the dead jellyfish to Jester like he’s some kinda knight (+3 to Beau/Cockblocking for pointing out the disturbing murder of what was once a romantic Fjorester symbol). Jester asking Fjord if he’s okay and checking him for possession (Bonus points for Body Contact!) Points taken away for Fjord griping about Jester/Pets, saying “It’s not your pet, Jester!” while Jester shouts back that she doesn’t even like it, thank you, she likes animals but she’s not going to go gaga over a murder demon you absolute asshole.

+9 to Caleb/Caduceus as Caduceus continues his trend of enthusiastically supporting Caleb decisions that the rest of the party very much do not enthusiastically support. “Good call!” he says when Caleb goes to burn the bodies in the Bone Pit as an anti-jellyfish precaution. Totally down with Caleb murdering creatures down there as there’s “not anything good that’s living down there” and along with Yasha joining the Pro Caleb NPC Murder Club. Caleb very nearly setting Caduceus on fire as well but avoiding it through the power of luck love, being adorably distressed that Caduceus might have been hurt, relieved when he’s fine.

+6 to Caduceus/Fjord as Caduceus encourages Fjord to “Stick by me, and you’ll be fine.” Looking after Fjord’s welfare by encouraging him to stay in the Hut, and acting as dedicated translator for all of Fjord’s ridiculously curious needs. The pair of them same-hatting on asking every single person they happen to meet if they know of any answers to their god problems. Points taken away for Caduceus’ short term memory failing to recall the second of Fjord’s questions as he gets distracted asking about the Blooming Grove.

+32 to Yasha/Jester. Okay. Okay. So, trying to cooperate over turtle flipping: good. But the real thing. The real thing is. During Yasha’s first dream, Jester is the first body she sees after Mollymauk’s, the first and most important after him of the “somebody you’ve let in.” The only person she’s really willing to speak to after she wakes, despite her discomfort. The first person whose strength she thinks of when trying to break her shackles. The one she listens to, over Caduceus, when it comes to how to approach her god—to just try to talk to him, bring Jester and her friends along. The one she models when she tries to connect to the Stormlord—drawing a dick in the mud because if nothing else works, this has to, this is Jester. Jester being the most sweetly supportive of Yasha after her dream, even while Nott minimizes and Caduceus godsplains. Jester fucking….sleeping in the rain with Nott so that Yasha won’t be alone, enduring ridiculous amounts of discomfort and lost sleep just to be there for her. They are…..love. This is…..the true birth of  Jestasha.

+1 to Beau/Yasha as Beau accomplishes an epic battle move by sliding between Yasha’s legs (just not in the way she was hoping). Looking piningly at Yasha’s sleeping face. But, as has been decreed by the Shipping Gods they are two ships passing in the night, destined never to meet.

-10 to Yasha/Nott. Nott initiates cuddles, but Yasha is uncomfortable.

+17 to Fjord/Caleb as Caleb tries his damned hardest to use his spellwork to protect Fjord—and failing. But it leads to Body Contact nonetheless, and a terribly sweet “sorry, big guy” which only means more with every NPC under the sun (looking at you, Soorna) continuing to poke at Fjord by calling him “small.” More Body Contact with Caleb switching over to Fjord as his chosen squeeze while looking through Frumpkin. As with Jester and the jellyfish, Fjord looking towards Caleb to check if he’s noticing him Being Cool with the three point landing (Do I spy +1 to Caleb/Fjord/Jester?) Fjord as always putting way too much stock in Caleb knowing everything, all “Caleb, think of every blue fabric you’ve ever seen” as he attempts to CSI the riftmaking device. Fjord also as always being Caleb’s #1 Magic Fan, going absolutely NUTS when Caleb polymorphs the giant, ruffling his hair and screaming “YOU BEAUTIFUL WIZARD BASTARD” and probably coming close to fucking breaking the wizards’ concentration in the process. Points taken away as Fjord realizes just how scary the turtle still is and how this horrible snapping thing may still cleave him in half. But at the rate Fjord is escalating the Magic Love, you just know eventually Caleb is going to cast a spell and Fjord is going to get so excited he kisses the wizard.

+5 to Caleb/Being a Trendsetter as comically exaggerated pronunciations of Eldritch bleeeeeeeeehst are now officially the standard for all members of the party.

+10 to Travis/Dice Superstition as he picks new dice after rolling ones, runs dice competitions to decide which is worthy to play with, and Very Superstitiously dreading a 666 of failed wisdom saves from Fjord, Beau, and Caleb.

+10 to Caduceus/Excitement. “There’s something in the pit.” His head lowers and his hands shake when he gets stressed, but bless him his voice is as calming and monotone as ever.

-100 to Fjord/That Spoopy Shit as he spends most of the battle screaming his (average sized, thank you) lungs out

+2 to Caleb/Cat Shaped Creatures at Cat’s Ire was finally allowed to do its killing work!

+20 to Jester/Beau as Jester gives Beau a 7 for the holy hell she causes with her punching! To which Beau gives a funny little bow. But most, most importantly, Jester noticing Beau staying up reading and worrying to death, giving her a massage and Body Contact to calm down and sleep #TheyAreMarried and fuck Travis/Fjord’s Attempted Cockblocking because that was the most transparently and extremely romantic moment in the entire goddamn episode. Points taken away for Jester saying Beau’s drawing looks “kind of shit.” Maybe now that she’s granted permission for Beau to draw dicks she’s concerned Beau will start infringing on her Territory as the resident artist.

-1 to Nott/Detective Work. She did find the riftmaking device, but unfortunately it was circumstance that brought her back to the Bone Pit, and not her Keen Detective Mind remembering at that moment to investigate the area as Soorna’s stated origin of the demons and a trash bin’s status as an Excellent Hiding Place. More points taken away for Destroying Evidence when she shot the device and scattered the liquid inside to be lost forever.+12 to Nott/Gunslinging though.

+1 to Fjord/Detective Work as he continues to bargain and push for important information about the way the world works and what is happening from the people he encounters—gaining Soorna’s story in exchange for their efforts. He didn’t gain information immediately relevant to the Case, but it is good Detective Practice nonetheless

+5 to Beau/Detective Work as she finds the scrap of fabric in the Riftmaking Device—a solid Clue! Genuinely looking for links between the riftmaking device and her own vestments, comparing notes, looking for the black liquid and brainstorming with Caleb over potential motivations for creating Abyssal rifts. Points taken away for misidentifying beds as sarcophagi, which sort of casts a pall over her detectiving skills. 

+20 to Beau/Nerdom for being more interested in explaining books and theorizing to Caleb than actually fighting. It is something when you can stand next to Caleb and make him look like a jock in comparison to your nerdy antics. Never change, Beau.

+6 to Caleb/Lethality as unfortunately he has murder on the brain so much that even when he’s not trying to make things deadly, he still manages to incinerate a poor innocent little goblin, barely skirt blowing up Caduceus, and morph what he meant to be a harmless turtle into a killing machine.

-2 to Caleb/Jester. Caleb is a fan of Jester’s smart idea with the Tiny Hut. But between accusations of criminality and Jester’s extreme distress over Caleb’s Goblin Roasting, ‘twas not the best week for these two.

+2 to Nott/Jester. Beau may have gotten a 7 for battle maneuvers, but Jester gives Nott 8 points!!! Nott cuddling with Jester at night, waking with her to reassure Yasha. There’s the sense Nott went out into the miserable rain maybe a little more to spend time with Jester than anything else.

+12 to Nott/Being a Team Player as she throws herself into harm’s way to defend Fjord from Caleb’s horribly botched polymorph! She is too small to be much defense but damn if she’s not going to try!

-3 to Nott/Fantasy Racism as despite her conflicted feelings over goblins she attempts to respectfully lay Caleb’s murder victim to rest. +10 to Caduceus/Cockblocking for undermining the moment by sticking the whole goddamn corpse in his bag so he can question it in the morning

+5 to Caleb/Kooky Comparisons as he compares farming the Beacon for Luck potions to getting eggs from the golden goose. Caleb thinks almost entirely in terms of fairy tales and farming/peasant idioms, and one of these days someone needs to collect all of the little oddball things he says.

+50 to Kord/Midwifery “STRUGGLE. PUSH. STRUGGLE. PUSH.” Rhythmic, firm, supportive but also tough, which is exactly the kind of midwife you want during your existential rebirth.

#critical role #cr spoilers #jestasha #fjorester #widofjord #clayleb #widojest #widofjorester #nott the best detective agency #fjorclay #beauyasha #shipping calculus #lavorregard #beaujester

[holylulusworld]

Annoying brat – Part 13

Summary: Reader is the annoying brat in camp. Except for Cas and Chuck, no one seems to like her. Dean always ignored the shy girl until he has a closer look at her.

Pairing: Endverse!Dean x Reader

Warnings: fluff, tension, angst (a bit)

Annoying Brat Masterlist

After making his round through the camp Dean returns to the hut. Laying on your shared bed you sleep peacefully in one of his old shirts.

Smiling he strips off his clothes to lay down next to you. Turning around you rest your head onto his chest. Drawing patterns on his skin you hum when he gently strokes your back.

“So you love me?” He asks out of the blue.

“Kinda…”

“Admit it my annoying brat.” Dean orders hovering over you.

“Yeah I love you, boss.”

“Dean, it’s Dean in these walls.”

“So Dean what are your plans for the rest of the night?”

“First I’m going to kiss my assistant and then I’m going to show her how much I missed her.”

“Sounds good to me boss.”

“Hmm…love it when you call me boss.”

“So boss, go ahead.”

“Are you sure? I mean after what happened…”

“Dean I want you…he didn’t have the chance to…touch me.”

Flipping you on your back Dean hovers over you. For a minute he just stares at you in his arms.

“Did I ever tell you about my brother Sam?” He asks.

“No…I mean I heard some rumours about him and Castiel told me he was Lucifer’s vessel and that he…” Not ending your sentence when you see the sad look on Dean’s face you stroke his cheek gently.

“He said…’yes’. I should’ve done something. Maybe I could’ve stopped him.”

“Dean it was his decision to say ‘yes’, not yours.”

“I know but still this is my entire fault. If only I would’ve said ‘yes’ too…”

“To Michael? Castiel told me about what would’ve happened…Michael vs. Lucifer. Brother vs. brother…”

“But at least half of the world would still be intact.”

“That’s bull and you know it. Do you really think the winner would’ve stopped? The angels never cared. Well accept Cas, I guess. But all others? Look at the world. They give a shit on us!”

“You know that were my words exactly. Back then I thought we could make it; we could defeat Lucifer without saying ‘yes’.” Dean says pain in his voice.

“Dean, that was years ago. Stop torturing yourself. There was no way to avoid this, to avoid the end of the world. Sooner or later a big bad guy would’ve blown up the world. If not Lucifer, someone else would’ve done it.”

“Are you trying to soothe me?” Dean asks chuckling.

“Just telling the truth. Hell I was a hunter, I know how fucked up the world was before it ended. We were always close to the edge. The only difference is that now all people know there’s something evil out there. Not just the hunter.”

“God now I know why I like you.” Kissing your cheek Dean chuckles at your words.

“Wow, I made you laugh boss, will I get a bonus?”

“My assistant wants a bonus for making me laugh?”

“Sure and for helping you finding the colt.”

“Wait. You know about the colt?”

“Sure, Samuel Colt made it. You killed the yellow eyed demon with it. Castiel told me about it. I know you’re searching for it since a long time. Maybe I can help you.”

“That’s too dangerous. Maybe this is the only weapon to kill Lucifer.”

“And you brother…”

“I know, but there’s no way Lucifer will let Sam go, so it ends only one way…”

“You or him…right?” You whisper.

“…” Not answering he just locks eyes with you. “He or me.” He whispers.

“Do you know where Sam is?”

“Yes…”

“And you’re sure you can’t save him?”

“I tried everything. Read every book. There’s no way Lucifer will strip of his suit.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.” Resting his head onto your chest Dean falls silent.

Gently stroking his back you dare not to say another word. Fear is creeping into your thoughts. You can’t lose Dean; you lost everything else to this fucked up world.

You won’t allow Dean to sacrifice himself to end Lucifer…

Part XIV

Forever Tags

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#SPN #spn fanfic #dean winchester #dean x reader #endverse!dean #endverse!dean x reader #annoying brat masterlist #angst #fluff

[yeolkisses]

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#i dont know who the FUCK IT IS AND I GOTTA KNOWWWWW #ALSO HOW IS SHE ONLY 15?!!!?????!!? IM SO JEALOUS??!?!?!?? I CANT WRITE SHIT?!!!????!!? #BUT I AM SCREAMING #I FEEL LIKE ITS TAE #IDK WHY BUT I JUST WANNA SAY IT IS FOR SOME REAOSN #ALTHOIGH IVE SEEN SOME THEORIES THAT YOONGI HAS KEPT PLAYING AND GOTTEN ALL HIS FRIEND STSUCK AND STJFF OR SOMETHING EVCAHE THE GAME RUINS #YOUR MIND AND IDK THEY WERE INTERESTING THEORIES YEAH BUT I GOTTA KNOWWWW AN DHOW THE FUCK WILL THIS END OH GOD #WHY JS THERE ONLY ONE MORE NIGHT #WELL A BONUS NIGHT TOO HUT SHIT #SHE DID SO WELL ITS ACTUALLY KIND OF AMAZING HOW FAR IYS GOTTANE #LIKE I LIVE THIS AU SO MUCH ITS SO COOL BUT WOW THIS REALLY KICKD THE BUCKEY FOR ALL FANFIC WRITERS #SHE PRACTICALLY CREATED. ANEW FUCKINH FANDOM. ITS A GAME AND A FIC AND ITS JUST WOW. I AM JEALOUS. #LORD PLEASE ISNTANTLY GIFT ME BRILLIANCE SO THAT I CAN CRAATE SOMETHING FNAFASTIC TOO #bts outcast #bts text post #bts #making a lame post of my own #bangtan #bts fic #beyond the scene #THIS GAME FIC STUFF HAS GOT ME FUCKED UP THO #loser dot me

[selleisart]

Sleep Talking - Mcpricely (Part Two)

Part One

Link on ao3

Feeling the sun’s morning rays tickle his face, Kevin rolled out of this bed. He realized what time it was and quickly got up for his morning coffee.

Coffee was what got him through the days since the whole… Mission President situation. That coffee maker has given him much joy, more than his old self could ever do.

Connor was wary of his footsteps toward the kitchen; The creaky hallways has given people away plenty of times. Still in his pajamas, he clutched his phone. Finally deciding on give his position away, he greeted Kevin. When he felt the light hit his face, he slammed the phone back into his pocket.

“Hey, Kevin.”

“Connor.” Kevin took another sip of his coffee. “How are you?”

“Tired,” he sighed, moving over to the table, “What about you?”

“I had some really good sleep last night. Some of the best I've had in weeks.”

‘It sure was good alright.’ Connor held in a laugh: “Yeah… That's good.”

Kevin may have been sleepy, but Connor was never good at hiding things. “What's so funny?”

Connor immediately fixed himself. “Nothing! Did I laugh? Why would I laugh?”

‘Connor, you are shit at hiding shit.’

Kevin took a long sip of his cup before uttering: “Are you hiding something?”

Connor burst out laughing. “I’m not! Besides, what could I be hiding?”

Kevin was about to say something before someone yelled: “Elder McKinley!” They both perked up at the shout. Connor quickly got up, putting his phone on the table and ran outside the hut to see what was happening.

As he ran out the kitchen, Kevin eyes darted from the phone to the redhead, thinking ‘He has a nice ass.’ He put the mug on the counter, taking the phone and locking himself in the hut’s bathroom.

Sitting on top of the toilet lid, he turned Connor’s phone on, sliding the lock pin out.

‘Why Connor doesn’t use a passcode, I don’t know.’ The first thing that appeared on the screen was a video. A video of him in his bed.

Confused, he tapped the play button. But he quickly regretted that when he realized what was coming from the video; The moans of someone thrusting in mid-air.

“Yes! Connor McKinley! You sexy motherfucker!” And that was where the video abruptly ended.

His mind went blank as he tried to piece what happened.

‘Connor was recording someone. They were having a wet dream. It was about Connor-’

He gasped internally. Kevin suddenly thought back to last night. The red, seductive lightning around him and Connor, who had that red feather boa resting on his shoulders. Next thing he knew, the latter was slipping his fingers into Kevin’s pants and the next thing he knew he woke up with that sticky feeling between his legs.

‘ I was the one having the wet dream.’

He had to take care of himself before he left that bathroom.

----

Leaving the bathroom, Kevin was quickly confronted by Connor, who looked very frantic.

“Kevin, have you seen my phone?” The weight in his back pocket suddenly felt heavier.

Not knowing whether to be mad, Kevin slipped the sleek metal into his hand. “So you were hiding something!”

Connor’s anxiety deepened further, wiping the nonexistent sweat on his forehead. “Whatever do you mean Elder Price?”

“Ha! See! You call me Elder when you lie!”

“Pfft! No, I don’t! I don’t lie. That’s Arnold's thing.” He crossed his arms in annoyance.

“Then if you don’t lie, then you’d tell me why you recorded me last night?”

Connor’s soul had left his body at that second. “Uh…. uh…. I just… thought it was funny, so I was gonna show you in this morning then delete it… then you said my name” He blushed at that last part.

“But you still kept it though,” Kevin smirked, catching Connor in his trap.

“I-i don’t know why… I was shocked.” ‘I have no fucking explanation of this. What the fuck am I gonna do?’

Kevin laughed as his arms snaked around McKinley’s small waist. “You've been caught in your lie.”

“What do you want me to say?” He nervously asked, feeling the younger lean into his touch.

His hands moved up from latter’s waist to his shoulders. “You don’t have to say anything.” He suddenly pulled Connor into a kiss.

The feeling he felt sprout through his body was indescribable. A strong taste of coffee flooded his mouth, but didn’t mind; Kevin’s lips felt like heaven. A heaven he was told he’d be denied if he didn’t turn it off.

‘Well fuck that!’ He couldn’t believe what he was doing.

But then, Kevin broke away, panting: “How was that?”

“I don’t know,” he smirked, “how about you do that again?”

Kevin didn’t waste a second before slamming his lips on Connor’s once more, pushing the latter up against the door. Their passion melted together as it got more heated. They both could easily feel each other’s growing hard-ons. Damn! He was so happy they didn’t wear those horrid temple garments anymore. Kevin’s hands traveled down his waist and back, stopping right at the curve of the younger’s ass.

The two were enjoying themselves so much that they’d didn’t notice a certain prophet enter the hallway.

“Whoa, there friend.”

Kevin broke away once more, a thin line of saliva connecting them. He wasn’t happy at all. “Arnold,” he growled.

“In the Church of Arnold, it’s forbidden to turn it off, but maybe don’t do it in the hallway where everyone can see you.” He smiled and walked away.

Kevin wasn’t smiling, even as Connor was laughing his ass off. The former dragged him to their shared room, locking the door and pushing Connor on his bed.

As he crawled on top of him, Connor shouted: “Wait!”

“What?”

“Let’s push the beds together; We’ll get more space.” If that lustful look in Connor’s eyes couldn't make the older any harder than he already was, then he didn’t know what could.

After the quick move of pushing the beds together, both Connor and Kevin decided they’d never turn it off ever again.

Bonus

Tangled in their bedsheets, Connor sleepily laid his head on Kevin’s bare chest. He felt a fuzzy feeling swell in his heart. Feelings of content, satisfaction, relief rolling off his shoulders, no longer having anything to hide.

“Kev?” The older hummed in response, half asleep as he cradled Connor against him.

“I love you.” He brought himself up to kiss him, a lot more chaste compared to their most recent ones.

“I love you too, Connor.”

All of this felt like a dream to him and now he was wondering what his life would be like had Kevin never been assigned to Uganda. Probably turning it off, saddened by their inability to convert anyone. But then perfect Mormon boy Kevin Price came and ruined everything.

And he couldn’t have been happier.

He thought back to that fuzzy feeling and the last thought he heard before falling asleep was: ‘Is this what real love is?’

#book of mormon #the book of mormon #mcpricely #elder price x elder mckinley #elder price #elder mckinley #smut #bom #mcpriceley #kevin price #fluff

[noonmutter]

Confrontation

    Captain Sirenspawn set down the incident reports as Terry eased himself into the chair on the other side of his desk. The conscript was getting very good at staring at the wall over Sirenspawn's shoulder, rather than making eye contact. It would be more impressive if it wasn't the result of how often he got into... weird shit. "So...you're in my office again. Why are you in my office again, private?"

    Terry sighed. “I don’t spose I could just say ‘th’ sergeant with us was a moron’ an’ leave it at tha’?”

    “Apropos though it might turn out to be, no, that would not be sufficient.”

    “Right, then. ‘Ere’s what I told th’ last officer…”

    Holland was the first to report back, shouting, "Sarge, we got a few prisoners over here in this hut!" over the uncomfortable silence that always settled in after a skirmish.

    "That's good news. There's still a bonus for rescuing Alliance prisoners. Juicier when they’re alive. Get them untied and ready to go back to the base camp."

    "Two sacrifices in here, sir. One troll, one dwarf. Unconscious, but they're both alive."

    The sergeant’s lip twitched up in disgust. "Pull the dwarf out."

    "... And the troll, sir?

    "Only good troll is a dead troll, Private."

    The grunt stared for a few moments, then ducked his head and stepped back into the hut. "Sir."

    "Got another one here, sir! Troll kid!" That had been Wolf. Terry liked Wolf. Bit timid, but dependable when it mattered. The unit only called him ‘Wolf’ because he was dependable (and kind of brutal in that way you only saw from the timid ones)--otherwise, it would’ve been ‘Pup’, as in the kind one would kick.

    "Noted."

    Terry's head snapped around so fast it was amazing there wasn't an audible crack.

    Looking right at Terry, Wolf said, "Uh, I'll go get Brother Barnes."

    "What did I just say, Barton?" The sergeant must’ve been really pissed; he’d actually gotten off his fat arse to poke Wolf in the chest with a stubby finger.

    "But--sir, it's just a baby. Barely a toddler!"

    That did it. Terry stalked over and muscled past his fellow grunt, and Wolf stepped in--with some reluctance--to bar the doorway once he’d passed. Dependable.

    Sure enough, there was a troll child there in the center of a sacrifice circle: sallow green skin, matted golden hair, the barest hint of future tusks, and glowing blue eyes glaring at the sky as he gritted his teeth and silently bore the pain from the wounds on his side and neck that were slowly draining him. He had slightly displaced scars, as well; they had been draining him off and on for a while. Without someone to stitch him up, though, he would surely die. Yanking bandages from his pack, Terry set to work, ignoring the shouting that rose up behind him.

    The boy finally relented in his staring contest with a star to look at Terry, and his entire demeanor changed. The smile was alien, but struck Terry as oddly familiar. It gave the boy an expression of almost delirious giddiness despite his exhaustion.

    He was trying to speak, but Terry, knowing he didn’t have a strong enough grasp of any troll dialects to understand him, focused on the bandages in his hands. Even if he hadn’t made that choice, Wolf’s frantic hiss of "Ambroce, what the hell, man?" as he struggled to hold the others back was louder than the kid’s strained whispering anyway.

    "Let 'em shit bricks over it, I don't care. Gods forbid an Alliance soldier saves a life."

    It was pure relief when Terry heard Brother Barnes shouting outside, and the shouting continued as the cleric squeezed past Wolf and into the hut. "Then I'll be fuckin' court martialed and sent back to the Stockade, but it won't be because I did anything wrong! Honestly, what kind of absolute bast..."

    He trailed off upon seeing the troll, then cursed under his breath. “Outta the way, Ambroce." Barnes shoved Terry roughly aside, but the child started to panic almost immediately, giving the healer pause. After a second’s deliberation, he grabbed Terry by the shoulder, forcing him to sit back down before he’d finished standing up. (Terry would never cease to be impressed by just how strong Brother Barnes was.) "Nevermind, stay. Hold his hand. Keep him calm. And don’t help.”

    A few minutes later, after the troll boy had fallen asleep, Terry emerged with a wrenched finger--the kid was also surprisingly strong--and boiling blood. The only one who didn’t have the sense to stand aside was his target: The sergeant. Instead, the pompous ass was shouting something Terry didn’t bother listening to as he reeled back and punched him full in the mouth, screaming, "YOU WERE GONNA LET A BABY DIE YOU RATFACED FUCK!"

    Wolf, always one to avoid a fight, tried to hold Terry back after the first punch was thrown. Fate chose a different path, starting about ten feet behind the pair and following Holland’s boots to land a flying kick square in the sergeant’s gut.

    Silence reigned in the captain’s office as the story concluded. Terry shifted awkwardly, and his eyes--which hadn’t moved once for the entire report--finally began to wander, flicking toward Sirenspawn’s face and back to the spot over his shoulder over and over again.

    Lamely, Terry offered, “I only meant t’hit ‘im. It kinda snowballed from there.”

    Sirenspawn raised a hand to cover his mouth, closing his eyes. Terry wasn’t sure whether he was furious or concealing a smile. Night elf hands were too damned big, and Sirenspawn’s eyes had wrinkles at the corners no matter what expression he wore.

    Letting him stew for just a bit longer, Sirenspawn finally raised a hand before Terry was able to break the silence again. “One last question, private.” His eyes opened, locking onto Terry’s with the kind of intensity Terry found in himself right before pulling the trigger. The comparison did not help settle his nerves.

    “Were you aware of the boy’s identity?”

    Terry’s brow furrowed and his initial answer was only a puzzled frown. “Identity, sir?”

    “When you, Private Ambroce, made the decision to incite a mutiny against and strike your commanding officer, were you aware that this child was a whelp of the Bronze Dragonflight?”

    The silence filled the room immediately and threatened to seep through the walls and consume the entire Alliance camp before Terry even inhaled. Confusion gave way to horrified realization after a few seconds, and he’d gone visibly whiter by the time he remembered he needed to answer.

    “...No. N-no. Sir. No, I did not know tha’. I… Is ‘e-- Did ‘e tell you ‘is n--”

    “Praecormu. He seemed uncertain whether his surname was Lias, Ambroce, or null.”

    “I-I-I need t’--” Whatever he needed to be doing, Terry was already up and moving toward the doorway.

     Sirenspawn made no attempt to stop him, instead standing aside and gesturing toward the door with one gloved hand. “I rather thought so. Dismissed.”

    Terry fled the office like a beast was snapping at his heels, headed for the medical tents. The MPs flanking the office doorway, startled, began to raise their rifles, but the captain stepped out and cleared his throat. Both MPs snapped to attention and cracked off a salute so sharp it could cut glass.

    “Bring Sergeant Rutherford to my office, constables. I believe I have further questions regarding the veracity of his own reports. And my boots seem to be in dire need of a few new scuff marks.”

( @shedwyn )

#and so arrives terry #enough is enough #even for him #my writing #collab #his relationship with praecormu is complicated #is a baby dragon a really smart pet or a funny-shaped family member? #and then it shapeshifts too and that makes it even more confusing... #the light in lordaeron

[its-love-u-asshole]

It’s All in the Delivery [fic]

Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

Summary: Tsukishima Kei is forced to work part time at a pizza parlor, and his boyfriend is way too thrilled about it. 

Rating: E

Tags: just regularly scheduled kurotsuki shenanigans tbh, Tsukki is a pizza delivery boy and Kuroo has a field day with it, beware of bad jokes 

Note: Big thanks to @emeraldwaves​ for checking this over! This is my gift to @heartywrites​ for the @kurotsukiexchange​ <3 I’m sorry it’s so late, but I did have to step in last minute ^^ I hope you enjoy! 

AO3

First order of business: Kuroo Tetsurou was the worst.

He also happened to be Kei's boyfriend, his serious boyfriend. Like, love of his life, future husband type of serious.

Yeah, shit was that fucked.

Second: Kuroo Tetsurou was the ultimate worst because he ordered pizza at 3:30 in the afternoon like some sort of uncultured heathen, right during Kei's delivery shift.

Because again, ultimate worst.

Now that the facts were all sorted in Kei's head, he could go back to regretting his life choices. Kei asked himself everyday why he'd do this to himself, but of course, the answer always ended up being that he loved Kuroo. Stupid. He didn't deserve it.

Kei could already picture his cheeky grin, and Kei wished more than anything to be able to just fling the steaming hot pizza right in his boyfriend's face.

Speaking of pizza, it was no doubt getting cold as he stood motionless on Kuroo's doorstep. Good.

Kei glared at the door in front of him, tempted to turn around and just quit his damn job. Kuroo was no doubt standing behind said door, geared up and ready to unleash his terrible jokes and innuendos on Kei. He was probably leaning against the side wall too, trying to look suave as usual.

The ultimate ultimate worst.

It's not worth it, Kei would tell himself. Just turn back, forget the pizza, and drive away.

If only things were so simple. But no, he needed the extra money. While Kei wasn't so unlucky to be working at a pizza parlor full time, he was between jobs at the moment. The company he'd gotten hired at had yet to finish renovating the new offices, so of course, he couldn't start his job until next month. He'd already quit his old and crappy tech job, so he'd needed some way to stay alive in the meantime.

Hence, the pizza delivery gig, ugly ass uniform and all (seriously though, this yellow was not his color. It wasn't anyone's color).

For Kei, the job was an annoyance at most, but for Kuroo, it was like a blessing from the gods above. Asshat.

Kei had walked into Kuroo's apartment the day after getting the job, dressed in the uniform, and his whole life had gone downhill.

Kuroo had looked up from his phone, and had given Kei the once over, the ideas no doubt already stewing in his demon mind. Kei was powerless to do anything about what was to come next, and he closed his eyes, ready to be hit with it.

And yeah, it was just as bad, if not worse than he'd imagined.

Kuroo smirked slowly, eyes sharp and dangerous, glinting with mischief, which was a bad sign for anyone involved. In this case, Kei. "Well well, are you the pizza man? Because you sure can deliver."

Perhaps the worst part of that, if it could get worse, was that deep down Kei knew Kuroo had only just begun.

And he'd been right.

Hell, that had been tame for Kuroo. If only he'd known.

Like clockwork, once a week, Kuroo would order a pizza, and Kei would have to fucking bring it to him (seriously? Kuroo has a car dammit), and he'd be received with a pick up line bad enough to make him want to swear abstinence.

"Babe, I know it's cheesy, but I think we're grate together."

"Have you eaten? Cause I can give you a pizz-a dis dick."

"Do you like Pizza Hut? Because I'd stuff your crust."

"Like that pizza, my tongue will go straight to your thighs."

God. Why this?

Kei definitely inched closer and closer to denying Kuroo sex with each awful line. But he never did. Because Kei was weak, and he had no one to blame but himself for this.

You could've worked at the grocery store, but you got greedy. You wanted tips. Now the only tip you're getting is--ah dammit now Kuroo has me doing it!

The sad part was that usually Kuroo actually managed to make him laugh, and they'd...sometimes end up making out. Not because of the jokes though. Kei had standards dammit.

Just...sometimes he missed his boyfriend at work okay? Not that he'd ever let Kuroo know that. Kuroo didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve a lot of things but alas, here Kei was.

Kei sighed to himself, resigned to his fate.

He hid a faint smile in his hand as he finally knocked on the door, humoring his boyfriend. If he'd wanted, he could've just used his own key, but Kuroo would surely whine about it. Loser.

And as Kei suspected, the lock turned right away, and the door swung open, since Kuroo had no doubt been waiting behind the door like an idiot, probably giddy with his newest pick up line.

Kei was dating a middle schooler apparently, and he didn't even really hate it. What had happened to him?

He'd gone through the pain of a long distance relationship and everything...

"Well, I sure hope this pizza comes with sausage."

...just so Kuroo could say stupid shit like that.

Kei glared as his boyfriend winked at him, throwing the pizza into Kuroo's hands as he crossed the threshold into the apartment. Okay, so that was one bonus. He got a bit of a break when he delivered to Kuroo's place, and his co-workers totally knew it. At least they never snitched to Kei's boss.

One day though, they too would get fed up with Kuroo's weekly order, since he always requested the 'hottest blond delivery boy you have.'

No shame, I swear.

"How should I know, you ordered it?" Kei said, taking off his work hat and flopping onto the couch. He'd only been working two hours, but honestly, that was enough.

He could only take so many shitty tips from rude customers or marinara stains on his sleeves.

Kuroo, good mood not faltering, tossed the pizza onto the table, completely forgotten as he made his way over to Kei.

And three...two...one...

Kuroo scooped him up in his arms, and yeah, Kei would admit it was nice. Kuroo's hugs were nice. Being with Kuroo was nice, pizza innuendos aside.

But then it happened.

Kuroo's hands started sliding far too low for the gesture to remain innocent, and Kei could already sense his boyfriend's smirk before he could see it. "Oh baby, you know I didn't mean the food. Now, let's say we just--"

Not so fast.

See, Kei was prepared for this, since he dealt with it every day. Kei grabbed Kuroo's hands as they neared his ass, pushing them away, and Kuroo actually groaned about it. Ha.

Maybe Kuroo was finally cracking. Granted, this was probably his fourth week of trying to seduce Kei during his work hours. Persistent bastard.

Kei fixed him with a glare that left no room for interpretation.

"For the last time, I'm not having sex with you in this uniform," Kei deadpanned, pleased at Kuroo's pout. "I refuse to indulge your bad porno scene kink."

Kuroo gasped, affronted, like Kei had accused him of cheating instead of wanting to bang him in his pizza delivery outfit.

When had it come to this?

"Sir, I can't believe you would think me so low," Kuroo admonished, but Kei wasn't having it.

"Well I do, so there's no use denying it," he replied, crossing his arms. He was still half in Kuroo's lap, but he hoped it didn't diminish his authority on the matter.

"My own boyfriend doubts me..."

Kei arched a brow, because if that wasn't the biggest load of crap he'd ever heard. Kei laughed lightly, playing dumb. "Oooh, I get it. So you don't wanna have sex with me right now."

"Oh no, I would like that very much please, and if you don't mind, I wanna set up the camera in the corner," Kuroo began, shameless. The raven threw up his hands in surrender as he continued. "Now, we don't actually have to film anything, I just think it adds to the drama you know?"

The silence which filled the room spoke volumes enough, but Kei knew his boyfriend wouldn't stop his endeavor until he got a real response.

Right...

Kei fixed his boyfriend with the most unamused look he could, and Kuroo's smile faltered in a way which was cute enough to make Kei nearly rethink his decision.

But, no.

"Seriously?" Kei asked, not hiding his displeasure.

"Is...that code for a yes?" Kuroo tried, one last time, and Kei knew he had to leave before it got any more pathetic than this.

Kei snorted, pushing Kuroo away after one final kiss before he made his way back to the door. He was probably going to be late, but whatever. "Maybe in your dreams," he said with a smirk, leaving Kuroo behind to mope.

Oh well, he'd make Kuroo forget all about it later that night, and he'd do it without being in this stupid uniform.

What was Kuroo thinking? As if he'd ever.

--

Except, as the days went by, he actually started to think about it.

That brilliant son of a bitch.

It had been two weeks since Kei's refusal for...whatever Kuroo had requested (could it even be called a kink? more like a breach of dignity), and the other hadn't brought it up at all. Which in all honesty, was normal.

Kuroo might've been obnoxious, but he was still a huge, considerate sap who Kei loved. If Kei had said no, Kuroo would respect his wishes. He'd stopped pushing it, completely content with dropping the subject. He still ordered his weekly pizza, because "midday Kei cuddles are essential" apparently, but otherwise, there were no indecent incidents beyond sloppy make-outs.

And maybe that was the problem.

The night after Kei had denied him, they'd had sex. Amazing as usual, because it was Kuroo, and Kei hardly had his complaints, but...

Since then they'd both been nothing short of swamped. Kei picked up extra shifts for the week in order to save up some extra money for a trip Kuroo wanted to go on for his birthday, and Kuroo's workload was no better. He'd been staying late at the office every night, getting home either after Kei had passed out, or too tired himself to do anything other than take off his tie.

In short, they hadn't exactly had any hands on time together lately. And yeah, two weeks wasn't terribly long, but Kei had needs.

And now, here he was, staring at Kuroo's weekly pizza order, and debating about jumping Kuroo's bones as soon as he opened the door.

That asshole.

Kei was actually considering having sex during his shift. Out on delivery. To Kuroo. Because of course, by some miracle, Kuroo was home for lunch.

Bullshit. It all smelled like bullshit.

But it didn't stop the fact that Kei was totally ready to do it. And seriously, why hadn't he before? Other than the fact that it was stupid, anyways. The idea didn't make him uncomfortable, and it was actually sort of funny. It would definitely be one to cross off their list...and sex with Kuroo was rarely something to be passed up. The only thing holding him back had been his pride, and that was slowly being flushed down the toilet as well.

I mean c'mon, you already work as a delivery boy. It can't get much worse.

But maybe it wasn't even about his pride. At least, not where his job was concerned...

Because see, while Kei's resolve dwindled more and more with each second, his knowledge of his boyfriend did not. He knew blaming Kuroo wasn't exactly fair, looking at the surface of the situation, but there might've been more to the story, which meant Kei just couldn't help it.

It was no secret the raven could be a bit of a schemer.

What if he'd purposefully been overzealous about the whole "sex while in uniform" thing just to put the idea in Kei's head? Then lo and behold, when Kei naturally said no, Kuroo would back off, lay back, and wait it out, his plan perfectly in motion. Eventually Kei wouldn't be able to hold himself back, and Kuroo would get bragging rights, since Kei would now be initiating everything.

Having the week of forced abstinence on top of things was just the icing on the cake which was Kuroo's fucked up plan, whether he anticipated that or not.

So, knowing all this, Kei should be smart about things.

Kei should not give in.

Kei should not act on his primal urges. And he most definitely should stop thinking about his boyfriend's hands all over him, gripping his hips and giving him 110% as he pounded Kei's ass.

Because those thoughts were bad.

Unnecessary.

He refused to let Kuroo have the last laugh and see his plan come to fruition.

As Kei slammed his car door shut, glaring at the pizza bag in the passenger seat, his hands gripped the steering wheel in his resolve.

Drop the pizza off, grab a quick kiss, leave.

Yeah. Simple enough, he thought, even as a surge of anticipation flowed through his body, and he tore out of the parking lot, pushing it away.

Nothing was going to happen, and that was final.

--

Except that was a bullshit lie.

Kuroo had barely opened the door when Kei forced his own way in, throwing the pizza on the nearby table because fuck, they both knew Kuroo never ate the damn thing until later.

"Hey, wh--" Kuroo was cut off by a searing kiss, and Kei drank in the startled moan he received for it. Kuroo may have been a conniving evil genius at times, but Kei had his own powers. Kuroo melted in his hands like putty, letting Kei coax out his tongue to play anyway he saw fit.

Kei's hand settled on his boyfriend's throat, applying just the slightest bit of pressure as their kiss got more intense. Kuroo growled into Kei's mouth, uncaring of the drool slipping from his mouth with each press of their lips. Before long, the loud smacks and whimpers filled the space, and only then did Kei actually have the sense to turn around and shut the damn door behind him.

Sorry neighbors. But well, back to business.

Kei used his hands to push Kuroo against the wall, pinning him there, and Kuroo joined in on their little dance quickly. His hands were on Kei's ass in an instant, squeezing with a grip so firm it had Kei gasping into another kiss.

It gave Kuroo the opportunity to do the one thing Kei had been dreading: talk.

Ever the multitasker, Kuroo busied himself with undoing Kei's belt as his breathless words filled the room. "Well, now this is what I call a delivery."

It was the last straw for Kei. After hundreds of lame lines, he was finally giving Kuroo what he wanted, but like hell would he be passive about it. In the next second, Kei was chucking his belt across the room (Kuroo was taking too damn long), and roughly got to work on Kuroo's until it too clattered against the hardwood.

"Shut. Up." Kei punctuated his statement with a tug to Kuroo's hair, the kind he liked, turning around so that he was leaning against Kuroo's chest. Mostly because he didn't want to see the smug look on Kuroo's face, but also because he could grind his ass right on Kuroo's half hard dick. "You...you planned this didn't you?"

"Well," Kuroo began, but the rest of his words broke apart in a groan when Kei rubbed against him, his clothed dick sliding between Kei's cheeks. (Look. Kei knew he had a nice ass, he also knew Kuroo was weak to it. All was fair here.)

"I don't wanna brag or anything," Kuroo breathed, and Kei could feel the smirk against his neck as Kuroo sucked on his pale skin. "But I do tend to get what I want with you. You're so good that way baby..."

Kei shivered at the praise despite himself, his hand coming up to pull Kuroo's hair again, bringing their lips together. Kuroo's hands tightened on Kei's hips before greedily pulling his boxers down to his thighs and exposing Kei's flushed cock.

Fuck, he was already so worked up, but at this point, he didn't give a shit how desperate he must look. Kuroo wasn't exactly in better shape, the outline of his dick straining the fabric of his underwear and moving against Kei's ass.

Just like Kei wanted.

Heh. It's the same both ways you know.

Kei would've loved to keep up their show of teasing until one of them broke, after all, foreplay should never be slept on. He loved being touched and played with until he couldn't take it anymore, until he was basically begging Kuroo to dick him down against the floor, but that would be for another time. He was still technically on the clock, and had wasted a good ten minutes already. Kei would have to get back to work soon, so if they wanted to get off, they'd better get going.

Which meant Kei could pull out the big guns, and the thought already had a little grin forming on his face. He pulled away from the kiss they were sharing, tongue flicking out against Kuroo's lips for good measure before delivering the final blow.

"And I always get what I want with you, babe," Kei said, biting his lip for extra effect. He hardly employed the use of pet names, but when he did, it was game over. "Now, give it to me."

He was being thrown onto the couch before he could so much as take another breath. Perfect.

Nothing could ruin this, not even the fact that he was still in his goddamn uniform, albeit with his shirt hiked up and his pants missing. Still. He would be regretting this later. Maybe. Probably.

Kei licked his lips as Kuroo pulled out his own cock from his boxers, kicking his pants to some poor forsaken corner. Kuroo stroked himself a few times, his cock hot and big in his hand. The precum beading at the head was practically begging for Kei to put his mouth around it, but there was no time.

Kei wanted to be fucked, no room for substitutions. He made a mental note to give Kuroo a mind numbing blowjob later though.

Kei wiggled his ass closer to Kuroo's hips as his boyfriend settled on the couch, more than ready to get on with things.

Kuroo laughed to himself, his hands gliding over Kei's milky thighs. "Too bad I didn't get notice beforehand, I would've set up the camera. You look so fucking hungry for it you know..."

"If you make one more reference to pizza, I'm leaving," Kei bit back, though the eagerness in his eyes probably didn't help give the threat any strength.

Kuroo laughed louder, sticking a pillow under Kei's hips until he was positioned adequately, spread open and giving Kuroo quite the view. "No, I don't think you will."

And the certainty of the statement had Kei flushing from adoration an embarrassment all at once. Kuroo was absolutely right, and the affection laced in his eyes as kissed Kei again, short and sweet, made Kei's heart soar.

"Alright then, I assume this has to be quick," Kuroo stated, pulling away and fishing for the lube he stored hidden in the couch cushions, other hand kneading Kei's ass.

"I didn't think you'd have a problem with that," Kei said, his voice teasing in the way which drove Kuroo insane, and then there was a hand connecting harshly with his ass cheek, the slap echoing into the small home.

Kei yelped, his dick twitching from the sudden spike of arousal, and he finally lost all sense of reason.

Now it was just want.

I want. I want. I want.

"Oh, believe me, I don't," Kuroo said, his eyes gleaming wickedly, and his lubed fingers began to prod at Kei's entrance.

After that, Kei was done. His mind was nothing more than a thick fog of desire, his body moving and reacting on its own. God, he's missed this so much. Why hadn't they done this before?

"Mm," Kei moaned, low and long, as Kuroo stretched him efficiently. One finger was followed by two, then three, each thrust pulling more and more debauched sounds out of Kei's mouth.

"Hey, c'mon," Kei urged, part of him still aware that time was very much against them. It seemed Kuroo was ahead of him though, and Kei cried out when he felt the head of Kuroo's cock press into him, silencing his complaints.

"Ah yeah, scream louder for me," Kuroo breathed, fully sheathing himself inside of Kei with little resistance. Kei knew it was most likely his extra horny brain making up shit, but he swore he could feel Kuroo pulse inside him, long and thick and everything Kei had been dreaming of for the past few days.

Kuroo seemed to read his mind.

He didn't give Kei the slightest of breathers, pounding into him with no sign of stopping. Kei's ass was probably turning red from how hard it was hitting Kuroo's thighs, but the burn was delicious, and Kei grabbed the armrest behind him for dear life when Kuroo began abusing his prostate.

Every thrust made Kei see stars, the pace never slowing no matter how much Kuroo's legs must've been straining to keep it up. But well, Kuroo was determined, and Kei loved him for it. Kei moaned shamelessly, his eyes glazing over and his hair sticking to his forehead. He felt like a mess, an amazing mess, and if he could've, he would've let Kuroo fuck him for the rest of the day.

Next time. Always next time.

The thought just brought Kei closer to the edge, his toes curling and his legs locking around Kuroo's waist. His boyfriend panted harshly, but his smirk remained, eyes boring into Kei's with no shortage of intensity. He loved this just as much, loved fucking Kei until he couldn't think clearly. They'd done this more than enough times, and at this point, Kuroo considered himself a pro at knowing the fastest and most satisfying way to get Kei to orgasm, and he used the skill to his advantage.

Bless him. Five stars. Fuck.

Kei felt his body start to spasm, the familiar heat coiling in his abdomen until flecks of white danced across his vision. He was going to come so fucking hard, finally.

"Tetsu, Tetsu, fuck I'm--" Kei couldn't get the words out, his voice breaking and dissolving into moans as his orgasm rushed over him.

"Yeah come on baby, right on my cock," Kuroo babbled, his thrusts becoming less and less precise as he neared his own orgasm. "You're squeezing me so tight, you make me feel so good, so fucking good..."

Somehow, the pride which surged through Kei as a result of the praise only intensified the pleasure coursing through him, and he pulled Kuroo down into another sloppy kiss, not caring that it prevented Kuroo from pulling out of him.

He'd gladly take everything Kuroo had to offer. He'd asked after all, and Kei could be greedy when he wanted to be.

Kuroo moaned into Kei's mouth as he came, pumping Kei full, and no objections were raised. They sat there afterwards, panting and exchanging kisses until the burn subsided, the fog in their minds gradually lifting.

Kei felt the aftershocks of his orgasm pulse through him as Kuroo pulled out, slumping onto the couch in the usual boneless fashion. Kei snorted, and his mind continued to spin from how great he felt. Kuroo looked just as fucked out, eyes droopy and smile lazy.

They were well fucked and well loved, as gross as it sounded. What was better?

Kei stretched, his skin still tingling, and he eyed the clock sitting on the coffee table.

Oh.

"Well shit," he said, not nearly as concerned as he should've been, and Kuroo raised his head, squinting at the time.

"You know...I think you're gonna be late," Kuroo said, pulling Kei against his chest despite the glare directed at him. Yeah, he was late. More than late. Like...he'd definitely have to explain himself late.

Kei sighed, accepting the situation. He sort of had to. Kuroo's cum was dripping out of his ass, so he wasn't going anywhere.

But that was alright he guessed. Kuroo kissed his temple, snuggling closer. And of course, Kei let him, because deep down, there was nowhere else he'd rather be anyways.

Until Kuroo ruined it.

"Anyways, I would tip you for the pizza, but I sorta already did," the raven said, grinning wolfishly, and Kei was powerless.

"Tetsu."

"Yeah?"

Swallowing the last of his pride, Kei let himself smile, kissing Kuroo's cheek. "You're a real pizza work, you know that?"

It was comical, how Kei could practically see Kuroo's brain short circuit, reboot, and reprocess what Kei had said, ultimately leading to both of them toppling to the floor, and Kuroo bombarding him with kisses.

Needless to say, Kei was an extra hour late to work.

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