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glassartpeasants · 4 years

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Milk

Overhaul x F!Reader

Warnings: Non-con/dubcon (overhaul), overstimulation, light bondage, dom reader, reader milking overhaul, Overhauls in taurus, handjobs, slight blowjobs

A/N: I have no regrets in making this. This is the peak of my existence. I would like to thank god and my love for frosted sugar cookies from walmart.

@zuffer-weird-girl @hello-lucky-luka i shall warn you both that this is extremely smutty and I have absoultely no regrets in making this. This was way longer then I expected it to be soo....

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“Who the hell are you? Another guard to tease me?” Overhaul said with venom as you walked into his room. His eyes sent glares your way but also with confusion. Its usually only males that come in here. Disgusting ones at that. Quirk filled and sick.

“Oh no, they just hired me. Now I’m gonna need you to cooperate with me, its either that or the hard way, and im sure you dont want that right?” You smirk as you bring in your supplies. Ropes, a gag, a blind fold and a chair.

“What the hell? What are you doing. Leave me alone at once. Do you know who I am?” He spat. He felt his anger rise as he saw you place your little ‘equipment’ near his bed. He tried to scoot back away from you only for you to grab his foot and jerk him near you.

“I’m gonna give you another chance, you either sit in that chair willingly and let me tie you up, or, I pour dirt on you. Your choice.” You glared at him right back. You were trying to be nice, give him at least a chance but you saw why they told you they would pay good money to do this.

Your job is difficult to describe but what made them hire you was that your quirkless. It was the least they could do for him. Have a quirkless girl mess with him until he was a shivering and whiny mess.

Funny thing is, after your appointment with this gem you also have to go to a few different places. You’ll talk about that later. But for the time being, you had to figure out a way to get this man on the chair.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh I would. Be at least grateful that im quirkless. They could have sent someone with quirks.” You say hoping it was enough to get him to shut up.

“...fine.”

“Pefect!” You smile as he turned around and got up off the bed. You dragged him by his shirt and plopped him on the chair. His face never changing his glare. You roll your eyes as you quickly tie him up, making sure that no matter how hard he tried he wouldn’t be able to move a inch. He tried struggling but that only made you tighten the ropes.

“What the fuck is this for?” He snarled at you. Hate oozing from his pores. How dare you touch him with your hands? Do you have any idea how many bacteria you hand could have?!

His skin started to break out in hives. You saw from the corner of your eye. as you rolled your eyes. Jeez you knew he was a germophobe but holy shit man.

“Calm your tits Chisaki, i took to showers and washed my hand 3 times. I think your can manage.” You snap at him. Once your finished with tying him to the chair you grab you blindfold and pin it around his eyes. You snicker when you here him mumble curse words at you.

“I demand you take this off at once!” He said jerking his head trying to get it to fly off. His fingers were curled into a fist out of anger as he felt helpless. He couldn’t see where you are or what you were doing.

“Nah.” You giggle in his left ear before taking it between your teeth and giving it a nice tug. Your hands go up his back and over his shoulders and down his chest as you kept on tugging and nibbling on Chisaki’s ear.

Your fingers tapping on his chest as you moved your hands near the end of his shirt. You made extra sure your hands where cold so that you could see him shiver. You lift his shirt up before pushing your hands up, letting your cold fingers touch his nipples making him let out a gasp.

“Aw does pretty boy like that?” You laugh in his ear as you move your fingers to grab his nipples. Pinching and twisting him while you kiss his neck, giving it a few kisses and some harsh sucks.

“You better stop this instant!” He yelled at you before letting out a yelp once he felt you sink you teeth into his neck. He could feel you using your tongue licking away the blood that had surface. Your fingers finally left his nipples alone after tweaking them raw.

You moved your body so you were on your knees in front of his crouch. You were so lost in your thought on what to do next that you almost didn’t notice the way Chisaki was panting. Your lips curved into a smirk before running your hand up his thigh watching him tense up.

“What the hell are you doing?!” He screeched at you. You only ignored his ranting as you move your hand to be above his crotch slightly pushing down on his dick. He jumped at the pressure before struggling trying to get out of his cage.

You smirked wickedly before you started rubbing him in a fast pace. You held the outline of his dick and moved your hand up and down, giving it a few good squeezes here and there.

You finally grab the zipper of his pants and pull it down letting you get a good sight of his boxers and his semi hard cock. You move your face closer to it before putting your lips on the fabric that covered his dick and let out a few puffs of hot air. Which in return gave you the feeling of his cock twitch and throb. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to buck his hips up or not, nor did you care. It was therapeutic to see what use to be a powerful man, now reduced to nothing but getting teased and now getting his cock milked dry until hes a crying overstimulated mess.

Your fingers tug at the waist band of his boxers before sliding it down so Chisaki’s dick had popped out. The cold air hitting his dick making him shiver. He moved his head to try and look down at you but the blindfold made it impossible.

You grab his cock and took a good look at it. Tbh you figured it would be small cause you know the saying, big egos tiny dicks, well Chisaki didn’t fit that description. He had to be at least 7-8 inches. Damn and to think you were gonna tease him.

“Wow, never thought you of all people would have such a big package. And all for me? Your too kind.” You laugh at him as you saw his face go beet red. Your soft hands slowly grabbed his cock, your nails skimming the underside before bringing his cock head to your mouth.

You let out a few beginning licks before taking his whole cock head in your mouth, making him let out a squeak. You started sucking harshly and running your tongue over his slit while both your hands were working on jacking the rest of his cock off, and the other massaging his balls. You looked up at him and you felt a sense of pride was over you as you saw Chisaki huffing and moving his head back. Noticing his toes where curling and his knuckles turning white.

“You-you better s-stop, I-ahhh- You don’t know h-how many germs a-are in peoples mouths?” He was stuttering over his words as your harsh sucking was taking every rational thought out of his mind. It felt so good-no! He can’t just give up so easily! He needs to -FUCK!

While Chisaki was having his internal conversation, You finally enveloped his entire cock in your mouth, making him let out a loud groan. You moved your head fast while sucking him like your life depended on it. Your tongue wrapping around his cock while it disappears and reappears inside your mouth. Your fingers are massaging his balls causing him to twitch inside your mouth. He cries out in pleasure. This feeling is all foreign to him. He’s never had any sexual intimacy due to always on the job and seeing any sexual acts as disgusting.

You pull his dick out of your mouth making it let out a pop sound. If you weren’t listening closely to the sounds he was making you would have missed the little whimper that erupted from his throat.

You move your hand slowly at first, making your saliva and his precum as makeshift lube. his cock twitched in your hands, begging to have some more friction, which you gave you quickly gave.

You hand started pumping his cock furiously while laying your head on his thigh. You smirked as you watch the once feared Yakuza boss crumble under the feeling of your hand pumping his cock.

Chisaki flipped his head back and let out moans of ecstasy, His entire being shaking by the feeling of you pumping his cock so fast. He could feel the line in his belly about to snap as his eyes rolled in the back of his head. Oh god he couldn’t get this feeling out of his head. It only worsened when he felt your lips sucking on his sensitive balls.

He couldn’t handle this intense pleasure anymore before the line in his belly snapped and his cock spurted out ropes of cum everywhere. He let out a whine while he was coming down from his high.

His whines and pants were music to your ears as you stopped your hand movements and licked his cum off his hand. Considering he ate healthy his cum was not sweet but not salty either so you could thank him for that. Its thick consistency made you struggle to swallow all of it but you managed.

“Now since we finished that, on to the man show!” Chisaki’s eyes widen before he heard a low humming noise. Right as he was about to say something a vibration was sent along his shaft before reaching the base. He let out a little moan before the blinding light of his prison cell was stinging his eyes.

“Aw look at you. All red face and panting, all because of little old me?” You giggle before you begun to take off your clothes. Your shirt and pants where the first thing to go before you grabbed Chisaki’s face and made him watch your take off your bra and panties, leaving you naked.

You walked towards him and moved your legs to where you were hovering over his cock as you straddled him. You moved your hips to where you were slightly stroking him but not giving him the friction he and you wanted. Chisaki’s mind was to occupied by the vibrating cock ring and your pussy to notice that he was in fact drooling. He was so sensitive since it was all new to him that when you actually put his cock inside you he came again.

“Aw so sensitive aren’t we?” You slowly begin to move up and down while grabbing your gag and placing it in Chisaki’s mouth making more drool appear. You roll your hips and bit your lip as the cock ring you put on Chisaki was also sending vibration to your clit making your shiver and moan to.

You started to move up and down quickly as you put your hands on his shoulder and dig your nails into it. Your mouth goes down to his neck and you started whispering dirty things into his ear.

“Look at you, who knew one of Japans s-ranked criminals would be losing their mind to pleasure by a quirkless girl.” You whisper in his ear while the only answer you got was a low groan along with a sight of a few tears streaking down Chisaki’s face.

“Its such a shame that such a pretty face like yours has to be hidden from the public eye. So strong and muscular Chisaki..or should I say Overhaul?” You smirk when you felt his cock twitch while you said it.

“Oh you like me calling you Overhaul? Why does it still give you a sense of power? Oh sweetie in here, I’m the one who has the power.” You laugh at him before speeding up your hips as you watched him throw his head back farther and more drool escaping his mouth. You laugh as you take out the gag and throw it to an unknown corner of the room. You grab his face before grabbing his bottom lip between your teeth, giving it a good tug.

Fuck it Chisaki couldn’t care anymore. You were so warm and tight. It felt like you were squeezing the cum out of him. Once you started tugging on his bottom lip he couldn’t help but kiss back. Your lips were so soft. So kissable.

He was so close please just let him cum. He didn’t know how much longer he could last in your tight walls. His eyes were fluttering close as it was all to much for him to handle.

“I-I have to cum...please I can’t t-take it anymore.” When did he resort to begging? The Yakuza boss would never beg!

“Well since you’ve been such a good boy I think you deserve it just this once.” You giggle before speeding up as you bounced up and down his cock. His cock was hitting all the right spaces and the vibrating cock ring kept hitting your clit giving you sparks of pleasure.

Chisaki’s eyes blew wide before he let out a scream of complete euphoria. Tears streamed down his face as ropes of his cum painted your insides white. You gripped his shoulders in an iron grip while your cunt clamped down on his cock and came all over his cock. You both were taking a breather before you decided to move your hips again making Chisaki whimper. He was even more sensitive then before. He couldn’t handle another round!

“I-I can’t do another round. My cock is so sensitive please you’ve won! you won!” Chisaki cried out as you bounced on his cock even faster than before. You leaned your head into his neck, giving it little kisses and praising him for being so cooperative.

“Oh my sweet Overhaul, this game is no where near over.” You laughed in his ear while bouncing on his overstimulated dick. His eyes were puffy and red from tears and drool dripped down his chin.

He hid his face inside your shoulder so you wouldn’t see how badly you were affecting him. His moans were muffled by your shoulder and your shoulder became wet with his tears and drool.

“Now tell me Overhaul, who does this cock belong to hmm? Who does this body belong to? Say the right answer and I’ll stop.” You laugh at him. It gave you some sort of twisted arousal to see this once powerful man tell you that he belongs to you. You enjoyed watching over him and seeing how far you could push him to the limit. You could tell he was trying to speak but he was still holding onto once sense of pride.

“Well if your not going to answer i have no where to be until 5pm and considering its only 11am, I say I have all the time in the world to hear you say you belong to me. And only me.” And you swore the look in his golden eyes was gonna be something you would never forget.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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Omertà👄15

Warnings: noncon sexual acts (blowjob); alcohol

This is dark!Bucky and dark! Loki and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your father was a bookie and taught you everything you know about numbers. After his death, you were taken on as a bookkeeper for Loki Laufeyson, resident crime boss in Manhattan. But can you keep your place in the background when a man from Brooklyn threatens to drag you to the forefront?

Note: This thing never ends but I’m not complaining!

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You stared in the mirror. Your cheek was swollen and your entire body was sore from his touch. The bathroom was a mess still. Water all over the floor.

He’d left moments before. It had taken too much to get him to go. Thinking of what you’d done, you felt stupid but you didn’t regret. If you could do it again, you’d have choked him harder, sooner.

You touched your tender jaw and whined. Loki would know the moment he saw you. Another gruelling day made longer by his disapproval. Even if he didn’t guess, he might find out from his business partner. You frowned and winced.

Well, you could try to lie, you just had to make it believable.

You inhaled and grabbed your clothing from the table along the wall. You swept through to the bedroom and shoved them messily into the end of your bag, half hanging from the zipper. You took the night shirt and pulled it over your head.

You went to the front room and crossed to the mini-fridged beneath the glass bar. It would be satisfying to add the costly drinks to Bucky’s bill in your deception.

Well, if it worked.

You took out three of the miniature bottles of chardonnay and two of the tiny whiskey bottles. It was almost five. The sun would be up soon and Loki too.

You paced as you uncapped a bottle of the chardonnay and drank it. One bottle would be enough of a buzz to make it believable. As you reached the dregs of the wine, you opened another and poured it down the sink behind the bar.

You swigged a mouthful of the whisky and dribbled some down your night shirt. You checked the time and emptied both bottles down the drain. You washed away the liquor from the sink.

You tested your breath as your vision began to glow. An hour had passed. Loki was an early riser. You expected him at seven, eight if Thor had kept him up late.

You took the third bottle to the bedroom. You messed up the bed and turned the lamp on the night table on its side. You tried to shake off the heady glow which sank into your brain. Maybe a whole bottle was too much.

You went to the bathroom and rumpled up the rug. You pushed over the stool beside the door. You looked around one last time. No sign of Bucky. No hint of him having bent you over the brim of the tub. Nothing but the bile in your stomach.

You tossed the bottle of wine so that it smashed across the tile. You got down, careful not to cut yourself as you laid down beside the remnants. You laid half in the puddle of chardonnay, your feet over the rug as your bruised cheek rested painfully against the cold floor.

You closed your eyes and swallowed. Now you just had to wait. Your eyelids got heavier with every passing second. The smell of wine burned your nostrils and the liquid in your stomach felt thick.

You snorted awake as you heard the decisive banging on the door. You didn’t move and did your best not to tense up. Your eyes felt loose in your head as your mind bubbled from the half-slumber you’d sunk into.

You listened to the distant clamour outside your hotel room and slowed your breaths. Keep your eyes closed and don’t move.

The wait was interminable. Finally you heard the subtle beep of the lock on the door.

“Thank you very much,” Loki said from the front room. “So careless of me to leave my key inside.”

“Not at all, sir,” Another unfamiliar voice answered. “These things happen.”

“Here,” Thor said and footsteps faded away as the door shut.

Soles scuffed over the marble, softened by the rug, and grew decisive as they entered the bedroom. You focused on your heart beat as you listened closely.

“Looks like she had quite the night,” Thor mused as something moved.

Closer, closer, closer. You felt the shadow in the doorway and kept your breath steady.

“Mmm, so she did,” Loki’s heels clicked on the tile as he neared and toed you with his shoe. “Thank god I’m not paying for all this.”

“Is she alive?” Thor asked. You felt a thick hand on your arm as you were pushed onto your back. Your arm fell across the tile limply. “Christ, look at her face.”

Loki sighed as a rough palm settled on your hot, bruised, cheek.

“Wake up,” Thor’s thick fingers rubbed softly as he tried to rouse you. “Honey, honey,” He cooed. He slipped his arm under you and pulled you to sit up. “Hey, hey. Fuck, Loki, you wanna get some water or something?”

You grumbled and your head lolled against Thor’s arm. Fingers snapped in front of your face as you let your eyes flutter open. You swatted Loki’s hand away and belched.

“What’s you doin’?” You slurred.

“What are you doing?” Loki countered as he knelt beside you. “You certainly enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?”

You frowned and tried to wave him away. Thor chuckled and hooked his other arm under your legs and lifted you. It was frightening how easily he was able to hold you.

“You should’ve invited us,” Thor kidded as Loki stood and stepped aside as you were carried through the doorway. “We can still get in on this, eh?”

“It’s barely eight in the morning,” Loki slithered. “Get her on the bed. We haven’t time for this… mess.”

“Poor thing, you’ve driven her to drink.”

Thor dropped you on the bed, his hand grazing your thigh as he drew away. He paused and shoved his hand further up your night shirt. You flinched, your cunt still tender from the night before.

“Don’t touch her.” Thor’s hand was ripped from between your legs. “She’s barely awake.”

“All the better.” Thor boomed. “I don’t mind it. Easier.”

“You truly are vile, brother,” Loki sneered.

“I can be quick,” Thor pulled your shirt up over your pelvis.

“You are here for business,” Loki snarled and tugged the shirt back down. He tore the blanket from beneath you and covered you with it. “Go. Wait for me in the other room.”

“You are no fun, brother,” Thor huffed but left.

Loki waited for him to disappear beyond the door then carefully sat beside you on the mattress.

“Darling, you must think you’re so clever,” He touched your cheek and you winced. “But when you sober up, you will realise how dumb you truly are.”

He shook his head and jostled you as he rose.

“I expect you will have slept this tomfoolery away by this evening,” He said. “And since you will have missed a day of work, you will make that up to me.” He neared the door and turned back. “And this will not happen again.”

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You weren’t sure if you were really hungover or you had slept too deep. Despite your wiser forebodings, you let yourself drift off shortly after you were left alone. You needed the sleep but you also needed to get your shit together.

It was clear after the previous night that you could not go on like this forever. Sooner or later, likely sooner, these men would break you. You weren’t delusional enough to think you could outlast them. Already, you were exhausted and the casino felt too much like a tomb.

It was already two. You groaned as you climbed out of bed. You weren’t going to wait around for Loki. You showered in the glass booth and the hot water eased your body. Your eyes stung but you gulped back the sudden wave of hopelessness.

You dressed. You hurt. A lot.

You pulled on a tea length skirt and a simple sleeveless blouse. The only real mark of your intense night was your swollen face and the rest of it could as easily be explained away as the result of your drunken fall.

You grabbed your phone and shoved it in a small purse along with your wallet and headed out. You hailed a cab and had it drop you off a street away from the casino. You found a cafe and ordered a double espresso. You sipped the bitter brew as you traversed the next block.

The casino was still a hive of activity. You were barely noticed as you passed the men in their hard hats and you kept your head down as you climbed the stairs. It was almost four.

You passed the open door of Loki’s unfinished office, then that of Bucky’s. Both were vacant. Luck, for the time being.

You exhaled and approached the door of your own office. You’d hide there until Loki returned. If you cut him off at the pass, he might not be irritated enough to really make you suffer.

You stopped short as you entered. Behind your new desk, sat a broad figure. Your ledger sat open before Thor as he slipped carelessly through the pages. You clung to the door and peeked out behind you.

“Ah, you’ve recovered. Already?” He smirked as you turned back to him. “Do come in.” He stood. “Apologies, I was told I might use your space in your absence and I didn’t expect you so soon.”

“Loki doesn’t appear to be in his office,” You approached one side of the desk as he rounded the other. You kept away from him. “I’m certain he wouldn’t mind--”

“Fun night?” He asked as he strode towards the door.

“I don’t… remember, if I’m being honest.” You lied as you checked your second drawer. The lock was broken. “Not much at all.”

“No? Just got a little carried away, did we?” He swung the door shut and crossed his arms as he turned to lean against it. “Lonely, perhaps?”

“I have a lot to catch up on,” You sat and ignored him as you set your coffee on the desk along with your purse. “And I’m sure you--”

“You don’t remember anything? Not even this morning?” He wondered.

“Bits and pieces,” You sighed.

He slowly traipsed towards the other side of your desk. He planted his large hands by your ledger as he loomed over you. You didn’t look up as you took a pencil from the top drawer.

“My brother’s a prick,” He said. “I get it but it’s no reason to shun me.”

“Thor,” You sat back and placed your pencil in the middle of the ledger. “This is business. I’m doing my job. Go do yours.”

“Fortunately, my work is already done for the day,” He said. “I think, in fact, I have earned a brief respite.”

“Go,” You said firmly. “I still have work to do.”

“Oh, you do,” He said as he stood. “Go on and get under that desk. Show me why my brother likes you so much.”

“Get. Out.” You snarled.

“You really don’t know when you’re punching above your level, do you?” He walked around the desk and you swiveled your chair and stood.

“Thor, I mean--”

He grabbed the back of your neck, his other hand on your shoulder, and forced you into the chair.

“It’s okay, I’ll stand,” His fingers dug into your neck as you whimpered.

His other hand went to his trousers and he tugged the tails of his shirt loose. You tried to stand but he was too strong. You grasped his thick wrist and tried to wrench it for your neck.

“We don’t want to break that face entirely, do we?” He flicked his button open and slid the zipper down. “Come on, honey, I know that mouth of yours is sweet. I’ve seen it myself.”

“Let me go,” You kicked out and his hand slipped around your neck to your throat.

He choked you as he freed himself over the top of his pants. His cock was thick and throbbing. You tried to roll the chair away from him but his grip only tightened.

“Open,” He guided his tip to your mouth and pressed it to your lips. You tried to turn away. “I’ll break your jaw, honey. I’ll break every part of you, now open up.”

Your eyes watered and you gasped as you opened your mouth. He shoved himself inside, his hand quickly swept to the back of your head. He forced his way into your throat and you choked, teetering on the edge of your chair.

“Oh, wow, oh,” He purred as he wiggled his hips. “Amazing.”

You slapped the hand on the back of your head and your body spasmed as you gagged.

“You can do it. I know you can take all of me.” He pushed even deeper and you couldn’t breath. You reached up and grabbed onto his jacket. “Oh, yeah, that’s it.”

He pulled back and you gulped for air around him. He slid your mouth up and down his length, faster and faster as his groans floated around you. The sloppy noises of your mouth made you even sicker and the stone set behind your brow grew even sharper.

“Oh, I think for the first time… I’m starting to understand my brother,” Thor rocked his hips as he fucked your face, gripping your throat and head firmly. “Fuck, I’m already close.”

He kept on. Your breath and throat ragged. You were dizzy and sickened by the slobber that dripped down your chin. You clutched his jacket desperately as he continued to sped up.

“Swallow, honey,” He grunted and shook as his thrusts turned frantic.

He dipped several times into your throat then held himself there as heat flooded into you. You slapped his stomach as you struggled to swallow around him. He pulled out as your throat began to constrict and you managed to gulp down his salty cum.

A string of cum hung from his cock as he let you go and backed away. He turned to lean against the desk and sighed. He took his pocket square and wiped himself clean with it before dropping it in your lap.

He zipped his trousers up and stood as he cleared his throat. You coughed and covered your mouth to keep from vomiting.

“Now, I know my brother is the jealous type,” He strutted around the desk and rolled his shoulders. “So, this stays between us, right?”

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xiaomomowrites · 4 years

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marcid

Haikyuu | Sakuatsu

marcid (adj) incredibly exhausted, withered

Summary: It’s interesting how far they’ve come, Kiyoomi assesses. Touching used to make Kiyoomi feel like a wall had been breached, and the slightest amount of contact would make the alarm bells in his head ring until his ears bled. Now, it brings him comfort. Now, every touch (only) from Atsumu brings him back down to Earth when it felt like he had wandered in his head for too long. It brings warmth back to his fingertips and makes his entire body blush.

I really wanna post this on ao3 but,,,,I have no idea how it works :o but it will be up!! I’ll update this once it’s settled hehe~

But you can find it here!

A/N: I missed writing SO MUCH. I took a long time off to focus on a lot of other things like school and my career choices, and once I got that more or less figured out, I took even more time rediscovering my writing voice. As you know, I’ve fallen deep into the Haikyuu fandom and now, I am nothing but a mere sakuatsu bot. Seriously I can feel them rotting my brain. It’s all I think about. This is a cry for help

This is also WAY fluffier content than I usually write, and when I wrote this, it was my first time characterizing either of them so please bear with me if you disagree with any of it. Feel free to let me know what you think! But of course any kind of abrasive negativity will be blocked ;) no one needs that energy haha. That being said, I honestly really liked writing this and I hope you enjoy a little too~ -u.n.

“Omi-omi,” Atsumu drawls, flopping onto his bed donned in fresh clothes after a long-awaited shower. The game against the Adlers had been a long and incredibly grueling battle, but thankfully it wasn’t for naught. It was by the grace of God alone, and maybe Bokuto’s final blow, that they managed to pull themselves to victory. Regardless, Atsumu’s shoulders and neck throbbed from the countless sets he had performed today, and even the slightest movement had him groaning in discomfort to his roommate.

“What,” Kiyoomi responds flatly.

“Shoulders hurt,” he pouts up to the ceiling, “I could use one of yer killer massages.” The blond cranes his neck to look back at his spiker, sending one of his signature give-me-what-I-want grins his way. He sticks his tongue out for good measure. Kiyoomi only narrows his eyes at him for interrupting his reading.

“I’m tired, too, Miya.” Kiyoomi turned his attention back to the book in his lap and desperately tried to find the words he dropped off before Atsumu started talking again.

“Pleaseee Omi-kun,” Atsumu drags out the rancid nickname even longer this time in a futile attempt to make it sound cute. The raven does not budge, and Atsumu simply pouts with even more vigor. He huffs, being one of the only few people who explicitly know of Kiyoomi’s stubbornness. But alas, Atsumu was just as stubborn. It’s what made them such a great couple. Kinda.

Atsumu hauls himself up from the plush comforters the hotel so kindly provides and pads over- not forgetting to slide his feet into his slippers first- to Kiyoomi’s bed before starfishing in the same manner he had done before. Except this time, his head lands directly in Kiyoomi’s lap so the spiker has no choice but to look down at him. Bingo. He looks at him with hazy eyes laced with exhaustion. But then Kiyoomi looks down at him with the same expression, and Atsumu begins to reconsider bothering him in the first place.

Much to Atsumu’s surprise, Kiyoomi closes his book quietly and places it on the bedside table. He leans down to press a chaste kiss to Atsumu’s forehead before nudging him to sit. “Up,” is all he says.

Atsumu complies, shocked. “Wait, really?”

Kiyoomi does not look amused. “You’ve been pestering me for the past fifteen minutes, are you just now deciding to back down?”

“No, please, I feel like my arms are gonna fall off,” he rushes to explain, “I just, y’know. Ya look tired, didn’t expect ya to agree.”

Kiyoomi sighs. “I can spare five minutes. Now turn around before I change my mind.” Atsumu obeys.

The raven brings his hands up to his shoulders, gliding up and squeezing lightly before resting at the junction between his neck and shoulder. It’s interesting how far they’ve come, Kiyoomi assesses. Touching used to be his trigger, the one of many things that would make his skin crawl and break out into hives, and suddenly make it feel like the walls were closing in at an alarming speed. Touching used to make Kiyoomi feel like a wall had been breached, and the slightest amount of contact would make the alarm bells in his head ring until his ears bled.

Now, it brings him comfort. Now, every touch (only) from Atsumu brings him back down to Earth when it felt like he had wandered in his head for too long. It brings warmth back to his fingertips and makes his entire body blush. The slightest touch of skin to skin will make his heart pound a little faster in a way that Kiyoomi never thought would be good, and it never fails to remind him of the times they would spend together when not a single inch of skin wasn’t in contact with the other. During those times, Kiyoomi remembers vividly, it was hard to tell when one stopped and the other began. He didn't mind it one bit.

That being said, Kiyoomi digs his thumbs into the muscle and listens carefully to how his setter reacts. As he expected, Atsumu groans loudly and flinches slightly at the first squeeze, but relaxes almost instantly when he remembers this is supposed to feel good. Kiyoomi releases his grip, moves his hands down further, and squeezes again. Rinse and repeat.

In a matter of seconds, Atsumu is putty in his hands. His head rolls back to rest on his boyfriend’s shoulder and shivers when Kiyoomi bows at the neck to nuzzle his face into his throat. He noses up behind the hook of Atsumu’s jaw and presses a feather-light kiss there. He squeezes again, then releases. His hands move on their own down to his deltoids and squeezes this time with the entirety of his palm instead of just his fingers.

Atsumu lets out a noise that could easily be mistaken for a moan. Kiyoomi rolls his eyes and ignores the sudden curl of heat in his abdomen, but it seems as though the blond had already picked up on the change in atmosphere.

“Kiyoomi,” he calls out, voice raspy.

“Hm?” he responds lazily, still nosing at his neck.

“I love you.”

Kiyoomi stills.

Six months into their relationship and Atsumu had beaten him to it first. Just as he did with confessing, just as he did with taking them on a first date, and just as he did initiating skinship first. Kiyoomi tuts, tired of losing.

“Don’t just say things like that, idiot.” Kiyoomi does his best to scowl and appear angry, but the bright red that had spread across his face and down to his neck said otherwise. He releases Atsumu from his grip and lets them fall to his side, watching as the blond hauls himself up and turns around. Kiyoomi frowns. “Go back to your bed, heathen.”

Atsumu grins, teasing. “Aw, ya don’t love me back, Omi-omi? Yer words hurt, they really do. How could ya leave a man like this, huh? After I bare my heart to ya-”

“I love you, too.” Kiyoomi wills himself to say. This time, it’s Atsumu’s turn to freeze up. Serves him right for being such a smug bastard.

“Wait, really?”

“That’s the second time you’ve said that.”

“Omi-kun!” Atsumu suddenly yells, making Kiyoomi scowl further, “Ya love me too!”

His boyfriend definitely looks unimpressed. “Yes. Lower your voice.”

“This is a big deal!” he hollers.

“Did you really not expect me to feel the same way?” Kiyoomi raises one eyebrow, suddenly doubtful of himself.

“Well,” Atsumu quickly looks abashed, “I just didn’t think ya would say it outright like that, y’know? Figured ya would say somethin’ more like ‘shut up, asshole’ and it would be up to me to translate that to an ‘I love ya, too, ‘Tsumu’.”

“I will, if that’s what you want.” he teases.

“No! I like it when ya say it outright. It suits ya.” Atsumu grins, falling forward a bit and feeling proud that Kiyoomi doesn’t lean back or flinch.

“It suits me to say that I love you directly?” Kiyoomi deadpans. Atsumu blushes a bright red at the words again.

“Yeah, it’s… nice ta hear.”

Silence falls over the duo and suddenly, Atsumu doesn’t really know what to do with his hands. He settles on shuffling with his fingers, picking at his nails and pushing at his cuticles. A nervous tick that Kiyoomi had picked up on during their time together. It’s Kiyoomi who breaks the silence first with a snort.

“Charming,” he starts, and covers Atsumu’s hands with his own. “But I’ll be sure to say it more often, then.”

“Omiii,” he whines, clearly red and embarrassed at the sudden display of affection, “ya can’t keep being this nice, yer gonna make me love you even more and that’s unfair.”

“I can stop.” There he goes again with his deadpanning. Atsumu opens his mouth most likely to complain or whine once again, but Kiyoomi decides that they’ve done enough talking. He leans in slightly and uses the hold he has on his boyfriend’s hands to pull him the rest of the way and have their lips meet in the middle. Kiyoomi smiles into the kiss. He loves him endlessly.

Atsumu lurches into the kiss so much so that Kiyoomi has to catch him as he falls backwards, getting straddled by six feet and eighty kilograms of pure enthusiasm. Kiyoomi breaks the kiss, laughing lightly. “Oh my god, calm down.”

“Can’t,” he rushes to kiss him again, “M’too excited now.”

He closes the distance between them once again with the same level of enthusiasm as Hinata and Bokuto talking about volleyball. Any lesser man would have crumpled with the amount of force he used, but this was Kiyoomi he was with. This was the only other man in the world other than Miya Osamu himself that could contain Atsumu. He kisses back with the same level of ferocity and grips firmly at the meat on Atsumu’s hip, tugging him forward and impossibly closer. The blond lets out a desperate kind of noise before rocking his hips forward, wringing out a noise from Kiyoomi not even he was sure he could make. The raven broke the kiss in favor of oxygen, but the blond was relentless. He dipped down and trailed his lips down his neck, across his Adam's apple, and to the patch of skin right underneath the hook of Kiyoomi’s jaw. Atsumu laps at his skin with his tongue before sucking a harsh hickey into it. Kiyoomi gasps and can only tip his head back to give Atsumu more space to work. They’re not sure how long they stay like that, or how long they’re rocking against each other until they’re both half-hard, but it’s only when Atsumu demands another kiss with too much tongue that Kiyoomi pulls away. He doesn’t grimace at the string of saliva that falls between them.

Atsumu falls back down to his neck and Kiyoomi groans, aroused, but so incredibly tired he just can’t do anything about it.

“‘Tsumu,” he breathes. Atsumu, predictably, doesn’t listen. He keeps pressing kisses and lapping at his neck like his life depended on it. “Baby, god, give me a sec.”

“Sorry,” the blond mutters, and presses a final kiss to his cheek before pressing his face in his neck and nuzzling. Atsumu’s arms come to wind around Kiyoomi’s neck, who eagerly reciprocates by placing a hand on the small of his back, a reassuring pressure to remind him he’s there.

“I would,” Kiyoomi begins to explain, “trust me, I would, but I’m so fucking tired.”

“I know, me too.” Atsumu agrees, and slides off his boyfriend in favor of the space next to him. “You love me,” he suddenly remembers, smiling so wide he has to turn away lest he embarrass himself any further. “You love me.”

“Yeah,” Kiyoomi sighs, but it’s nothing like his usual exasperated sigh. It’s more content, satisfied. “I do.”

#haikyuu #sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #msby #black jackals #schweiden adlers #jackals v schweiden #atsusaku #all the possible ship names for these two assholes #ive seen their ship name be MASK lmao #its their initials #i thought it was really clever #fanfiction #haikyuufanficiton #sakuatsu brainrot

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“In the eye of the storm” ◊◊◊◊ a post-Frozen 2 fanfic ◊◊◊◊ CHAPTER 3: Pressure

"What did I dream of?" Asked Elsa.

Eydis and Anna looked at each other, a bit unsure. The Queen cleared her throat.

"Uhm... I mostly remember woods, and a river... I think it was the Enchanted Forest. I didn't really get time to see much of it. I was most of all amazed by its details than the actual thing in general. Eydis has seen it all. What was it about, sweetheart?"

The little princess pouted as she thought.

"Hummm... You were doing the dishes."

A blank passed. Kristoff eyed his sister-in-law.

"...The dishes? Why would you dream about doing the dishes?"

He then frowned. "And why would the very first of your materialized dreams be about doing the dishes?"

Anna squinted at him. "There is nothing demeaning in doing the dishes."

Kristoff reassured her with a smile. "That's not what I meant. Dishes is an everyday task. Why did Elsa dream of this one? What was so particular about this one?"

The blonde blushed at his question.

"Nothing... Much. Nothing much about it."

Anna lifted an eyebrow. She kept eye contact with her sister as she asked her daughter again about what was Elsa's reaction during the manifestation.

"She smiled and laughed all along." Grinned Eydis, happy to help.

A smirk extended Anna's lips as Elsa sipped her tea nervously.

Worst. Breakfast. Ever.

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The wind was blowing strong when Anna and Elsa stepped out, but thankfully, the rain was in the form of scattered showers now, so it would be a good setting to see how the storm evolved with the help of the Earth Spirit.

While Elsa literally didn't wear anything different than the clothes she had inside, which was her white outfit with a recent addition of light unbreakable armor pieces made of her ice, Anna was sporting four different layers of clothing.

"You should put your gloves on."

"Don't exaggerate. I know that you're not bothered by the cold, but this weather is fine. I've seen worse."

"They will be useful for later." Smirked Elsa. "We will be climbing a Giant, remember?"

"I hope it won't be dangerous."

Years of leader maturity and maternal instinct had brought prudence to her vocabulary.

"Don't worry, Stan is very careful."

Anna scoffed. The Fifth Spirit thought she was laughing because of the personality trait, but she laughed because of the name.

"Stan?"

"Yes. He's one of the Giants. The one who has a flat forehead, you know?"

The younger looked at her sister with fascination as they made their way through the village and to the limits of it. She was able to recognize each and every Giant?

"Did you seriously name all of them?"

"Well, yes. They don't have names, so when I need their help independently, it's useful. Also, they may have a hive mind and act as one Spirit, they're all different, you're aware of that?"

"Of course I am", genuinely answered Anna. "I'm the other half of the Bridge, may I remind you. And I do my homework."

Elsa smiled and nudged her sister with her shoulder. She nudged her back.

"By the way, I named him Stan because—"

"It's a word game with 'stone'. Yeah, I got it. I have an Elsa-has-terrible-humor sixth sense."

Elsa started lifting her arm to tap her head, but Anna grinned and ran away, so they ran after each other until the end of the village.

Once they reached the bottom of the mountains where no house was, panting and laughing, Elsa stopped walking and turned her face to the heights, closing her eyes. She focused in a way that was familiar to Anna and never ceased to amaze her. She was calling to another Spirit. The redhead particularly loved the way Elsa smiled when she did so, because she sensed the other's energy before actually asking for their help. If she was calling to a Giant playing around, she had a chuckle, or if she was calling to Bruni and he was currently making a mess somewhere, she had a groan. Here, she just smirked, so Anna guessed that so-called Stan was sleeping.

"He was sleeping." Announced Elsa once she opened her eyes. "But he's on his way. I told him that you were with me and he's coming as fast as he can without making an earthquake."

Anna grinned. The Earth Spirit always has had a soft spot for her for the past 11 years. After all, she was the one who succeeded in their challenge. And as Nokk, Gale and Bruni each were one entity, and that the Earth one was composed of tens of individuals, she always felt proud of being the side of the Bridge who technically won against the most Spirits. The ground trembled slightly, but only slightly, when Stan made his approach.

He shadowed over them, but it was the opposite of a threat; he smiled when he saw Elsa, then grinned widely when he saw Anna, his mouth the size of a house.

"Waow, now I recognize him. He's one of the tallest, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is. He's one of those who escorted me to Arendelle, and his size is perfect for what we need to do."

He bent his head to them, and the two sisters touched his chin with their hands. They exchanged a glance, beaming in happiness, and Elsa approached closer to put her forehead against him. They magically exchanged like they did before, and this time, Elsa told him their plan.

He grunted in approval. The Snow Queen turned to her sister.

"Okay. He knows what to do."

Stan reached out his hand, which was the size of three houses, noted Anna, and the redhead nervously looked at her elder.

"After you!" Invited Elsa with a smirk.

Anna had never done this. She felt very nervous, but Stan seemed to sense it and lifted one of his fingers to help her grab something as she climbed.

"Wow, wow, wow!" She exclaimed when the hand started to move, and Elsa was casually laid against the Giant's thumb, her arms crossed nonchalantly as Anna was holding to another finger with all arms and legs around it.

She peeked down and saw the ground go away at high speed as Stan brought them up to his shoulder, depositing Elsa there, then aiming at his second shoulder, putting Anna down.

The Queen didn't want to let go of the finger. Elsa smiled.

"Anna, it will be okay. Give him his hand back."

"Uhgh?" Blabbered her younger, staring at the ground more than twenty meters below.

Elsa had to bite her lip to not laugh and mock her.

"Trust me, Stan has excellent reflexes. He'll catch you if you fall."

She believed her sister enough to accept. She however grabbed a fault in the rock forming the Giant's cheek and used it as a handle to keep her balance. Elsa was staring at her as she stood on the other shoulder, standing straight with only her hand against Stan's face, but it was for good measure and respect. Anna's jaw dropped.

"How can you do that with ice sandals?"

Elsa smiled. "The experience. I was like you at first, don't worry."

Stan started to climb up the mountain, and Anna saw how much height they were about to take so she preferred to look at her sister's face, the most reassuring thing she could do in such a stressful time.

"So, are we going to continue that discussion?"

"Which one?"

"The one about your magic dream."

"Don't call it that way!" Blushed Elsa. "Besides, is it really the moment?"

"It's definitely the moment. Nobody can hear us here, and I've seen how bashful you were at breakfast. Come on, tell me!" Grinned Anna.

Elsa looked down, which the redhead misinterpreted.

"Is it because we're with Stan? I'm sure he won't repeat it. Right, buddy?"

The Earth Giant chuckled with its cavernous voice as he climbed up, and it had a haunting sound, but Anna laughed along.

"See? Now come ooooon, please Elsa!"

The blonde now was amused.

"Why do you sound like you're about to have gossip?"

"Because it is gossip! That dream, it was Honeymaren and you, right? In a cheerful moment, right? Why was this dream the very first dream ever that you get to materialize? And I hope it won't be the last."

Elsa now blushed.

"Maybe..."

"Maybe...?" Smiled Anna.

"Will you let me finish?" Grunted Elsa.

"You seem very reluctant."

"Because I don't know how to say it, it's more of a feeling!"

Anna smiled so much, her cheeks puffed. "Ohhh, is that so?"

Elsa grumbled a 'stop it.' She wished they had arrived to the spot already. Honeymaren and her had been together for almost 10 years, and she still felt modest talking about it.

"It's because it was a very happy memory, right?" Guessed Anna, her voice calm.

It actually took Elsa out of her thoughts.

"Yes, it was."

"Did you actually dream of it, or was it a memory submission from Ahtohallan?"

While Elsa thought, Stan had reached the top of the mountain.

"No, it truly was a dream of mine."

"I see." Smiled Anna.

"What do you see?" Groaned Elsa.

She turned to her with sarcasm, and Anna's eyes had widened to the size of two big teal blue balls.

"I see a disaster."

"A disaster?" Repeated Elsa. "Wow, that's really harsh. I won't ask you for advice agai—"

"No, Elsa, look!"

She had held tight to the Giant's face with one hand so she could use the other to turn her sister's jaw the other way, and show her the horizon.

Elsa's face went even paler than the usual.

"Oh no..."

It was even worse than she had imagined in her worst-case scenario. She had thought that the storm had started with Nokk and Gale's fight in the Forest, and that it reverberated to Arendelle's kingdom because it was close, but what Anna and Elsa witnessed now was the ultimate proof that the storm had gone very, very much more than a simple local magical event.

The storm was extending to the horizon. Literally the horizon. Even Elsa, whose sight got sharpened since she lived in the woods and became used to hunt, couldn't see the limits of it. It seemed infinite, in the saddest of ways.

"It..." Croaked Elsa, her voice twisted by the ball in her throat.

"It has extended to the whole country." Murmured Anna.

Elsa started to lose her balance. Breathing heavily, her vision became blur, and she felt like she was a second away from fainting. Stan felt her distress, sharing her deep sadness, and anticipated her fall by raising his hand against the shoulder she was on. The Snow Queen grabbed to the smallest finger, and breathed in and out calmly, holding tight to it.

"Thank you." She murmured to the Giant, her temple against the rock, her heart pounding so fast that she was pretty certain the other Spirit could sense it there.

Anna hadn't notice Elsa's prevented fall because she had been staring at the horizon with a hand covering her mouth in shock.

The Queen recognized every land that was affected by the storm, covering them with a gloomy atmosphere with dark clouds filled of heavy rain and pressured air announcing tempests. Each of them being neighbors of Arendelle. Allies. All those regions may have different rulers, but they belonged to the same country.

A silence passed, only rhythmed by the sinister sound of wind.

"I have to do something."

The two sisters looked at each other. In another context, they would have laughed and played on the fact they said it at the same time. But this was not the time for games. It was one with adult decisions.

"This is all my fault." Started Elsa. "It's my duty as the Fifth Spirit to keep an eye on Nokk and Gale and ensure that everything is alright. I have to try reaching for their energies and—"

"As a leader, I should go help the other kingdoms and ask if they need us to share our resources." Stated Anna above Elsa's voice. "I need to organize an international council so we could decide of the urgency—"

They suddenly realized that their objectives weren't crossing at all. In fact, they were filling the other completely. For once in a very long while, they had nothing to contradict, nothing to prevent the other from doing, and they had established correctly their tasks.

Anna had an amused smirk. "So this is what we do, uh?"

"Looks like it." Breathed out Elsa.

The wind blew hard, and now that they were high in the sky, they had nothing to get sheltered. The Giants had managed to protect Elsa from the magical storm with their hands on her way to Arendelle, but Stan couldn't do much on his own with one person on each shoulder.

He sent a mental warning to Elsa, who nodded.

"Anna, hold on to my hand. We're going down."

The redhead made her way to the ground with her elder and the Giant's help. Stan returned to the mountain he was sleeping against, acting to make sure that it wouldn't crumble into the fjord because of the uprooted trees.

The Snow Queen looked at him go, and she started to tremble, but this had nothing to do with the weather, and Anna perceived it. She walked around her sister and put her hands on her shoulders once she faced her to incite her to not panic.

"Elsa. Look at me. We'll find a solution together, and this can also mean that we'll do the best of ourselves separately. You got it?"

All worry left Elsa's heart the second Anna's powerfully warm voice got to her heart.

"Yes, I do."

She approached her forehead, and Anna smiled as she willingly touched hers.

"Together. Always."

"Always."

They stayed like that, in the embrace of the other, enjoying this moment and each other's positivity. They knew that this force would forever be theirs, just like their bond was unique and their complementarity the best asset.

After a moment, Anna shivered.

"But maybe we should go back to the castle for now." She chuckled.

"Yeah, good call." Laughed Elsa. "Come."

They quickly walked back to the castle, laughing nervously.

"So did you give all the Giants different names?"

"Why yes."

"Let me guess, one of them is called Brock."

"How do you— Just kidding, none of them is called Brock. But that's a nice one, I'll think of it if one of them want to change."

"Oh, so you let them choose."

"Obviously. I'm not a monster. Stan loves his name, for example."

Anna smiled. "It's a cute thing to do."

"It's also because the Northuldra very rarely name things. So it's a little game I allow myself. Bruni is named like that because it literally is the Sami word for 'fire'. Nokk's name is based on the legendary nokken. But the Wind Spirit has no name, just like the Earth one. The Northuldra rarely use the name 'Gale', actually."

"Yeah, Ryder corrected me about it the other day."

They had reached the gates. Once they passed the doors, the servants closed them behind the sisters with relieved gasps to see they were safe and sound. They helped Anna change, and the redhead rubbed her hands together.

"Maybe a minute or two by the fire would be great."

Elsa nodded and they walked to the living room.

As they did, they bumped into a very distressed Kristoff in the corridor.

"Thanks gods you're here."

Anna frowned. "What happened?"

The King looked overwhelmed.

"Kristoff, what's going on? Why do you look so panicked?" Worried Elsa.

He couldn't add a word, so they followed him in the living room, where someone was standing.

Here, removing her fur coat and covered with rain from head to toes, a familiar Northuldra swirled to them when she heard them enter. Anna recognized her with surprise.

"Honeymaren?"

The brunette took off her hat, and when she met Elsa's eyes, hers filled with rage and she frowned, angrily pointing her finger at her.

"YOU. We need to TALK."

Her girlfriend gulped.

=======

Elsa was frozen still.

"Honey? When did you— Where did you— Why?"

Honeymaren put her had down. "Nice to see you too."

Kristoff interfered. "She just arrived. I put her reindeer in the stables. Sven is delighted to have a buddy. He's getting old and a little company is exactly what he needs."

Elsa's eyes switched from the man to Honeymaren.

"You came here on a REINDEER? In such a STORM?" Shouted Elsa.

The brunette's jaw dropped. "Don't you even dare to be the one to raise your voice. You went through this storm on your own as well WITHOUT TELLING ME!"

Kristoff winced and took this as a call to leave the room discreetly.

Elsa blabbered before formulating her response.

"I was planning to send you an ice statue to tell you I'm alright!"

Honeymaren put her hands on her hips.

"Uh-uh? And when?"

"Well... When I..."

"When you would finally assemble the courage to tell me, isn't it. And I suppose that Anna didn't know that I didn't know?"

The redhead bit her lip in awkwardness as the two turned to her. She shook her head to say no, and the couple resumed their dispute.

Anna missed a heartbeat. So that was the thing she tried to remember the day before! When Elsa had said 'season', it reminded her of the suspicious way her sister had explained Honeymaren's absence. Sure, the season of harvest and crops had been keeping them busy, but she had thought it had ended by now. It was clear in this moment: Elsa had lied. Honeymaren absolutely was available. The blonde only had kept it secret that she came to Arendelle. Anna felt angry and sad, watching the two lovers raise their tone against each other.

"I was about to send you the ice statue any day now, I swear!" Trembled Elsa.

Her girlfriend squinted. They didn't have much ways of communication when Gale couldn't be there to deliver messages. The only idea they had come up with was for Elsa to send happy ice memories through the distance if she was okay, and sad ones if she wasn't. However, there was no way for Honeymaren to answer.

"Any day now?"

Elsa winced at her terrible slip of the tongue.

"And that would have been a convenient situation for you, uh?" Accused the brunette, crossing her arms. "Because I couldn't have prevented you from doing it, due to the fact I can't give a message back."

Elsa clenched her jaw. She was running out of claims and clearly losing the argument, so she changed the topic.

"Well, you shouldn't have come! It's too dangerous in this weather!"

The Northuldra stared at her with overflowing sarcasm.

"What, like it's hard?"

"No, because I care about you!" Frowned Elsa, her cheeks red. "You should have stayed in the Forest!"

"And you should have warned me that you came here to see Anna!" Exclaimed Honeymaren with a frown.

Elsa was about to reply, but she knew she was the one in the wrong. She looked down with shame, her voice quieter. "I didn't want you to know that the Spirits went mad."

The Northuldra puffed with offense. "You think I don't know how to tell that the Spirits are angry by looking at a storm?"

Elsa's hands passed along her other arm nervously. "Sorry, I... I just didn't want you to panic..."

"I AM panicking right now! Elsa, WHY didn't you tell me anything?!"

The blonde slowly lifted her eyes at her girlfriend's scolding tone. Her azure blue eyes were glistening when she finally crossed her chestnut ones.

"I didn't want you to think I had gone mad too."

A silence passed in the room, Honeymaren clearly taken aback, and Anna was shocked too. Elsa's eyes immediately looked down again, and her fingers clenched.

She curled against herself. Shame and guilt fell on her shoulders just like raindrops were falling from Honeymaren's hair. Her lips trembled.

"I'm so sorry, Honey, I'm the worst, I keep having this mannerism after all those years and I shouldn't push you away like I did, I really am a idio—"

Elsa interrupted herself when something came close to her in a swift move and held her cheeks. She barely had the time to make a jerking head move upwards that Honeymaren pressed her lips against hers and kissed her deeply.

Although surprised by the sudden contact, the blonde realized how much she had missed it, how therapeutic and relieving and delightful and divine kissing Honeymaren was. Closing her eyes as well, she pressed her lips back intensely.

The Northuldra had the reflex to kiss Elsa before any dark or sad thought invaded her heart, filling it instead with intense love. It was efficient as always, The Snow Queen's mind now feeling dizzy by her affection.

Elsa had never missed kissing her so bad, all her stress from the passing days vanishing like snow in the sun. She had a relaxed eyebrows expression, and Honeymaren smiled in their long kiss.

Anna smirked at the scene before politely looking elsewhere as they continued to embrace. How long was that smooch? Did they even breathe?

They finally split up, gasping, and looked at each other at arm's length. Elsa's hands rested on Honeymaren's hips, and the latter went on the blonde's shoulders.

The Snow Queen was blushing, her gaze deeply lost in her lover's.

"Okay, I got it."

"Yep. No self-depreciation in my presence. In fact, no more self-depreciation."

Elsa smiled warmly.

Honeymaren passed the back of her fingers on her girlfriend's cheek with a sad smile, recognizing in her features how many times the blonde had doubted of herself and undervalued her competences since the last time they talked.

"It's alright, snømus. I know why you acted like that."

She passed a hand in Elsa's short hair, noticing its length when she inspected her face. Honeymaren could tell that the Snow Queen had put more ice than usual in them to prevent some to obstruct her vision. She smiled lovingly.

"I should cut your hair again. It will be getting in your eyes soon. When this is all over, I'm giving you a new cut session."

Elsa grinned, beaming.

"I love those sessions."

Honeymaren always relaxed her when she cut her hair, and she had been doing it every time since Elsa decided to have this style. The Northuldra always took the time to prepare a peaceful setting in the silence of their hut, with only the sound of the blade, Honeymaren breathing close to her and bathing her in her unique scent.

Anna cleared her throat to remind them of her presence, which made Elsa blush even harder, and Honeymaren chuckled.

"We should prepare lunch so Honeymaren can join us." Said Anna. "Elsa, would you mind tell the cooks that we'll be one more person?"

The Snow Queen blinked. "No, not at all. On my way."

She walked to the closest door.

Anna looked at her go for a moment, then grinned with amusement.

"The kitchens are the other way, Elsa."

"Yes. Yes absolutely."

The blonde walked in the other direction, and looked elsewhere as she passed in front of her sister and her girlfriend, visibly blushing.

The Queen shook her head once she turned at the angle of the corridor. "Gosh, she really loses all her brain cells when you're around."

Honeymaren giggled. "Well, we missed each other. We haven't seen each other for five days."

Anna twirled to her. "Five days? But she arrived two days ago."

The Northuldra smiled. "I know. She spent a lot of time trying to fix this storm by herself, and walked around the Forest searching for solutions with the help of the other Spirits. Even if it's Bruni's behavior which made me guess she had left our territory, I knew that she was heading to Arendelle, because some Giants were missing. It was obvious she would get worried for you and wanted to make sure you all were alright, and come in person to protect you in case it gets worse."

Anna's jaw dropped. She blinked back tears as Honeymaren nodded with a sad wince, and both slowly turned to where their loved one had left the room.

The Queen's eyes got lost, staring at nothing. She understood why Elsa had hidden the truth, and knew that her elder couldn't help this mannerism and that 13 years of trauma weren't going to be healed from in a snap of the fingers. She still had work to do about it more than 10 years after the Great Thaw.

In the corridor, something caught both their attentions: a child passed along an adult who seemed to bend to give her instructions, and the girl gasped when she recognized Honeymaren.

"AUNTIEMAREEEEEEN!"

She ran at full speed to the inside of the room, her tutor watching her go with a sigh. He took the mental note to repeat his last sentence the next time they had class, because the princess obviously will have forgotten.

The brunette cackled as the little ball of energy hugged her tight.

"Autiemaren?" She repeated.

"Sorry about that." Smiled Anna. "She came up with that term and doesn't want to drop it since."

"That's alright. I find it cute."

"Pick me! Pick me! Pick me!" Begged the girl, lifting her arms.

Honeymaren chuckled. Eydis being 8 years old, her parents now refused to lift her in their arms, using it as an opportunity to tell her she was a grown up now. Yet, what interested the princess wasn't to be held, but to see until which age her aunt would be able to pick her.

The Northuldra lifted a teasing eyebrow. Her biceps clenched under her beige tunic as she playfully grabbed her laughing niece from the floor, flicking her like she weighed nothing.

"You're barely the weight of a log!" Giggled Honeymaren. "But you're heavier than the last time I saw you! You grow up so fast, even in a month!"

Anna smiled tenderly at the scene.

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"And I learned about trigonometry!" Exclaimed Eydis, finishing her summary as they were all eating around the table.

"That's amazing!" Smiled Honeymaren. "You're going to be so smart!"

The princess giggled, and then exclaimed:

"And so strong! I've become a super good carftsperson!"

"Craftsperson." Corrected Elsa with a smile, but her niece wasn't paying attention.

She had suddenly got off the table, and ran to her toolbox which was on a chair in a corner since the last time she played with it.

"And look! I have so many awesome stuffs."

Anna was touched by her enthusiasm, but her fish was served. She gently tugged on her daughter's arm.

"Eydis, not now. We're eating. Maybe later."

The princess pouted at her mother's sentence and put the box on the floor. She returned to her seat, and the Queen gave a sign to a maid that meant 'Discard this toolbox the minute she looks away.'

"I'll play with you later." Winked Honeymaren.

The girl beamed, and hungrily grabbed her fork.

Anna and Honeymaren, sitting on each side of Elsa, went into a discussion about the latest political decisions following the storm, and Kristoff, who was next to Eydis in front of Elsa, got into the 'Ain't ice wonderful?' topic like they did many times. They both always were very passionate about the subject, and now were entering in a debate on which month was best to harvest ice.

Kristoff, who had been serving Eydis, suddenly stared at the blonde.

"Elsa, are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Did I say something that hurt you?" Worried the King.

"What? No, what are you talking about?"

He pointed at her.

"Your glass is freezing."

Elsa looked down swiftly at his warning, and dropped her glass with a scared move. It shattered on the table along with the water it contained, now frozen, and the ice and glass fragments dispersed between the platters. Everyone stared at it then stared at her.

"Wha— I didn't..."

"Elsa, what's wrong?!" Panicked Anna.

"Do you feel alright?" Worried Honeymaren.

Both had put a hand on each of her shoulders, and she blinked in confusion.

"I'm fine, I swear. I don't know how that happened."

She waved her hand and the ice melted, vanishing in a thousand snowflakes that hovered up in the air.

"I'm sorry if I startled you." Said Elsa, staring at the shattered glass remaining on the table.

The Snow Queen then noticed that Honeymaren and Anna still had their hands on her shoulders.

"Maybe you shouldn't touch me. We never know..."

Anna shook her head, forcing her smile despite her worry. "Nonsense. We're never gonna get scared of you."

Honeymaren nodded.

She wanted to pass a hand along her back to assure her they would support her no matter what, but her fingers were stuck to her ice shoulder piece.

"Uh..."

It was the same for Anna, who wanted to resume eating, and they looked at each other.

"What?" Frowned Elsa, seeing that their attitude was weird.

She then looked at Anna's fingers. The redhead muttered.

"I think it's because your ice is... Very cold, for some reason."

"Elsa, calm down." Advised her girlfriend.

"I am calm!" Jolted Elsa.

"That doesn't sound very calm." Murmured Kristoff.

"I heard that." Hissed Elsa. "I swear on Ahtohallan that I am not upset or anything. I..."

She then realized what feeling it was. And blushed a bit.

"I'm feeling really great, actually. I'm pumped up, and I haven't felt this fit in a while. I'm in very good shape."

The blonde even sounded excited, and Anna lifted an eyebrow. Elsa smiled, fascinated.

"It feels exactly like when I leave Ahtohallan. I always regain magical energy once I visit the glacier. But that can't be it... It's too far."

"That would however explain why you're so cold..." Said the redhead, still struggling to take her hand off her.

"I'm cold?" Gasped Elsa.

Then she realized that Anna and Honeymaren's breaths were becoming visible, creating clouds like they had just entered winter. Elsa immediately felt fear rising in her, but grabbed the emotion on the go and clenched her eyes shut. She barely had made one breathing in that she forced herself to calm down, breathing out slowly and steadily.

Her experience paid off. The ice of her shoulder pieces retrieved their normal cold and the air its regular temperature, and both women gasped lightly as they took their hands off. Elsa winced.

"I'm so so—"

"Elsa." Said the two at the same time.

Her blue eyes widened. Anna chuckled at their synchronization.

"It's nothing. Everything's back to normal." She assured.

Elsa pouted.

"Because I focused to calm down, but that still doesn't explain..."

"It's fine, snømus. Relax. We're not resentful at all." Guaranteed Honeymaren.

Elsa almost cried at the caring eyes of all her family staring at her. Even Eydis had a smile as she was eating her fish again. A servant bent over the table to pick the glass fragments, and the Snow Queen got impressed by how close to her he was standing. Nobody, in the entire room, was even scared about what has just happened. There was palpable confusion for sure, but now most of them were resuming to their occupations.

The maids served the next course, taking advantage of the glass clean-up and the move back to the kitchen to also grab Eydis' toolbox and bring it back to her bedroom.

"Well, that was weird..." Chuckled Honeymaren, genuinely finding it funny that they got stuck to her like bugs to resin.

"And new." Commented Anna, also smiling. "Since when can you do that?"

"I didn't do it on purpose, I told you." Replied Elsa nervously. "I guess that I crafted my armor colder than usual this morning. I didn't feel the difference. It's weird."

The Queen puffed.

"That's not weirder than having your dreams materialized in ice dust."

Honeymaren coughed on her wine. "Excuse me, what?"

"Ohhhh, yeah. We have to tell you that."

Anna then proceeded to explain all of what had happened in the night, helped with Eydis' descriptions which were adorable, and made sure to omit no detail.

Honeymaren was speechless by the end of her story, and Eydis was tempted to tap her chin up to make her close her dropped jaw.

"Holy Spirits, I'm so disappointed I didn't get to assist to that." Muttered the brunette.

Elsa watched her girlfriend above clenched fingers against her face.

"You don't... Find it crazy?"

The Northuldra laughed loudly. "Elsa, I've once seen you sneeze snowmen after I tickled your nose with a feather. I'm immunized from all craziness for my entire life."

The Snow Queen chuckled, and they exchanged a tender gaze. Anna couldn't help but note how perfect their match was. Her sister was lucky to have such a devoted and open-minded lover.

"You mean that it never happened before?" Inquired Kristoff.

Honeymaren snorted. "No. Not that I think of. And we've been sleeping together for a decade now. I think I'd have noticed it if it started to snow inside the hut at night. I mean, during her dreams."

In the silence that followed, Elsa blushed furiously. Nobody else seemed to note the innuendo, thankfully.

"Say, in the game in her dream, did I win?" Honeymaren asked to Eydis.

"Yeah, you did!" Grinned the girl. "And you two laughed a lot about it."

"That was definitely last week. Aw, you dreamt about it. You're really not good at that game." Smirked the brunette.

Elsa gasped. "That's because you cheated! You hid behind a tree!"

"Since when hiding is against the rules?"

"Since..." Elsa grumbled. "Never mind."

"The good thing is that now, I know you didn't pretend to lose to make me win." Smiled her girlfriend, nudging her.

Elsa shook her head with a smile.

"Do you think that it's why she has this 'powers boost'?" Teased Kristoff. "To take revenge on you?"

"Ooooh, maybe." Joked the Northuldra.

Her face then suddenly got very serious.

"Or maybe it's the storm." She suggested, her tone thoughtful.

All stopped eating, even Elsa. She noticed.

"What? The Water and Wind Spirits are fighting, if your theory is correct. It would make sense if your powers suddenly increased. It's either due to the magic of the storm in the air, or to compensate their absence."

The blonde nodded.

"You're right... That could be it."

She put her cutlery down and looked at her hands, folding and unfolding her fingers like she always did when she was thinking about her magic.

"I do feel a change... But it's not something different in my powers, it's really more like they are like... Refreshed."

"That's definitely the word." Joked Kristoff.

They all laughed, and Elsa was more than glad to have them all surrounding her in this instant and in life, forgetting the oddness of the situation and now only paying in mind its good side: she was in perfect shape to face whatever danger her family would get in.

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Sounds of steel against steel resonated through the ball room, also used as the throne room, but in the current moment turned into the training one. Benches had been disposed against the walls, and boxes of armory had been brought in. Some guards were free to enter to train, the Queen insisting that the storm made no exception for her weekly class.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Puffed Anna, blowing a strand of her hair that had fallen to her face.

Elsa chuckled from the bench she was sit on. "I forgot how distracting it was to watch you sparring."

Anna grinned, taking her breath back, and a new soldier entered the zone, giving her a sign that they could start their combat training.

The redhead struck the first blows, and the Arendelle guard training against her with the same shield and sword had to duck and twirl faster than he expected. As his first practice fight against her, he was quite surprised.

"Wanna join?" Asked Anna, turning to her elder and sparring at the same time.

The soldier was a bit annoyed by her distraction. "Your Majesty, focus, please."

Anna lifted a sarcastic eyebrow, barely laid eyes on his posture, and strategically hit him right where he didn't expect it.

With a gasp, he bent over at the shock, and dropped his sword.

"Bold of you to think I can't do two things at a time." Stated the Queen, twirling her sword to celebrate her victory.

The other soldiers chuckled, standing on the side of the room. None of them was foolish enough to provoke her during their duels, but the man has just learned his lesson.

"No, thanks." Declined Elsa, smiling at the scene. "I'm not really the fighting type, you know that."

"Yes. But it's worth the try." Shrugged Anna as she drank water from the gourd disposed on another bench, and cleaned her face with a towel. "Since we were kids, you always have been more of a pacifist, and you're even more since you handle your powers perfectly."

She recited that second part like she had heard it a thousand times, and sounded the same way than her daughter reluctantly citing a lesson.

"Because being one with magic and nature now allow you to have alternatives in conflict." Said Kristoff on the same tone than his wife as he entered the room.

Elsa noticed their mockery and the smirks they had just exchanged. Did she say that this often?

"Are you two making fun of me?"

"No."

"Not at all."

The two lovers giggled, and Elsa eyerolled. In the move, she saw that Honeymaren had entered the room.

"I volunteer to train against you." She smiled, enthusiastic.

"Honeymaren!" Exclaimed Anna, taking one more gulp of the gourd. "Sure! Step in! It's been a while since the last time we fought each other."

The Northuldra smirked. "Let's see if you improved your footwork, fire head."

Anna grinned and grabbed her sword and shield back, taking position at the center of the room. The soldiers and servants stared at her, their attention driven to the upcoming fight.

Honeymaren took her tunic and sweater off, fully exposing her biceps and her large shoulders with the simple shirt she had underneath. She tightened the belt of her pants and walked to the armory stock, passing by Elsa. As she did, a rare ray of sun passed between the stormy clouds and lit up her body, which suddenly made Elsa craving for the water in Anna's gourd.

"Let me see..." Muttered Honeymaren, inspecting every weapon available.

She eyed a heavy mace with a disgusted 'That's barbaric' expression. She slowly stared at every item, her hands hovering a ranseur and a dagger. Anna had picked a long sword, which was rather random, but the redhead could fight with pretty much anything. If she believed Kristoff's story, she once kicked a wolf with a lute. However, the long sword didn't inspire Honeymaren.

Elsa noted the hesitation of her girlfriend.

"There's nothing here that looks like Northuldra's wood staffs, Honey." She murmured.

The brunette nodded and turned to Anna.

"Sorry, but I'm not gonna use a lethal weapon. It's against what I stand for."

The redhead was disappointed for many reasons.

"Don't worry", assured Honeymaren with a raised hand. "It's not gonna be a disadvantage."

She bent to the big box and picked one of the shields in it. She recognized the same crocus motif on it than on the ones Mattias and his soldiers had for years in her home place, but this one was more sophisticated and obviously designed more recently, so it was perfect to hold back a long sword.

"I'm gonna choose this shiny baby."

"That's a shield." Pointed out Anna, sarcastic. "What are you going to do with your other hand?"

"Well, hold the shield." Smiled Honeymaren, joining her in the middle of the room. "You think I can't hit you with it?"

Anna smiled, and asked no further question.

"Jorge, you'll be arbitrating the fight." She ordered to one of the soldiers standing on the side, and he straitened at the given task.

He grabbed the whistle. "How long do you wish it to be?"

"The classic three minutes. That will be long enough for me to have more points than you." Smirked Anna, turning to her opponent.

Honeymaren mirrored her expression. "Oh, we're doing it by counting points? Spirits, you're the most competitive person I've ever met."

"Everything is a competition." Declared Anna with an evil smile. She did a swirl with her sword, taking her position.

Honeymaren weighed the Arendellian shield, also keeping in mind its dimensions and what she could do with it. She then nodded at the soldier, and he whistled. Everyone in the room went suddenly quiet.

They first turned around each other, like two predators analyzing the other's behavior, and Kristoff sat next to Elsa on the bench, both their gazes locked on them. Several seconds passed until one of them dared to make the first move, and it obviously was the most impatient of the two; Anna.

With a shout, she slammed her sword down, and Honeymaren protected herself with her shield easily, despite being surprised by her force and speed. She peeked down at Anna's foot to inspect it. Nevertheless, she didn't expect them to be perfectly placed.

"You got better at hiding your next attack." Complimented the Northuldra.

"Thank you. Now can you predict that?"

Honeymaren's eyes widened, seeing Anna jump aside and duck to aim at her thigh from her blind spot due to the shield. The brunette had good reflexes, and stepped away to prevent it. The fight looked like it was rigged, for only Anna had a lethal weapon. However, Honeymaren had learned from the youngest age to never judge things by their appearance.

Indeed, Anna's hands both were occupied to hold those two different objects. On the opposite, Honeymaren had her left and right hands under the shield, which allowed a more powerful grip. What looked like a minus to an unwise eye actually was a strength if thought correctly. The Northuldra grinned and pushed Anna backwards with it and all her weight, and Anna couldn't hold the force back enough, so she started to lose her balance. Honeymaren then mimed to slam her face with the shield, and the Queen had the reflex to use her sword to counter her, so the brunette slid her shield in-between Anna's and the blade of her weapon. The younger froze in her move; if she finished it and lowered the sword, she would knock her face off with the lever effect and surely faint.

Anna puffed, breathing out, impressed by the clever move, her teal blue eyes staring at the close hazelnut ones.

"One point." Smirked Honeymaren.

"Not bad." Smiled Anna.

They both panted, rubbing their sweat a bit, and resumed the fight.

The two women kept fighting each other like that, Anna's moves slightly more violent than Honeymaren's, but she remained calm. All admired that she was able to not let her anger alter her strategy, because it now had been more than a minute that Honeymaren was leading the fight. Panting and grinning, they actually were enjoying inspecting the other's moves and combat style, noting how their opponent had improved while they were away.

Anna wasn't going to lose that easily, and had a quick thought as Honeymaren turned on herself to avoid being touched by another slash of her sword; the brunette had taken advantage of Anna having only one hand to hold her shield to use hers more cleverly. So maybe that she could use an advantage herself... And knowing the castle like the back of her hand was a really good one. Also, the Northuldra had brilliantly led her walk back to a bush of nettles the last time they fought in the Enchanted Forest, so Anna still had a revenge to take on her.

They may be fighting in the throne room for the first time ever, Anna had spent enough time in this room when she was bored as a girl and when she was partying in balls as a Queen to know that one of the paintings on the walls had a frame made of iron, which reflected the sun and often created a light that got in her eyes if she was sitting on the throne. The redhead quickly calculated the angle by two darting looks behind Honeymaren's shoulder, and before the latter could find it suspicious, she led her to the spot with a clever move of her shield, in fact pushing her. She then jumped around her, and Honeymaren winced as the light reflected into her left eye, grunting as she got blinded.

With a powerful yell, Anna blocked her elbow and held both her arms, then swiped her feet, and Honeymaren yelped as she fell backwards.

They stumbled to the floor together, Anna's sword at Honeymaren's throat, indicating she won a point. They started to stand up, but the soldier with the whistle announced the end of the session.

"Woo! Right on." Exhaled Honeymaren. "Okay, it ends in a draw. Well done, fire head. Until next time."

Anna smiled openly, filled with joy like always when she trained.

They held to each other, laughing together. The room filled with claps, and they smiled as they drank water.

Elsa looked at the scene with affection, and wondered if Honeymaren called her sister 'fire head' because Anna's untied hair was like a mane of lava around her, or because her whole face was as red as a beet.

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Honeymaren and Elsa entered the guess room in which they always slept when they came to visit the Arendelle family during celebrations or when it was too late for them to come back to the Forest after a long party in game nights.

As Honeymaren untied her braid, Elsa dropped heavily on the bed on her back.

"Gosh, what a day."

Her girlfriend chuckled, passing a hand in her short white spiky hair once she sat next to her.

"Are you tired?"

Elsa had a thinking pout. "No, actually, I'm not exhausted at all."

"Hum. The power boost, uh?"

"I still need to investigate on this thing." Sighed Elsa. "I'm in great shape physically, but mentally, it's been one of those days."

Honeymaren placed herself over her, smirking.

"Is it because you saw the storm being nationwide from the Giants' shoulder, or because I came here to scold you?"

Elsa smirked too as her lover's hair caressed her face.

"Maybe both?"

They chuckled then kissed, several times, like they preciously numbered each of their touches.

Honeymaren detached her face from her delicately after a while, still laying over her girlfriend, her elbows on the sheets on each side of her chest.

She hovered her finger along her light shoulder pieces and plackart. Her eyes were filled with care.

"Hey... Maybe take that off?" She asked, her voice soft.

Elsa stared at her, blushing a bit. She smirked. "Are you serious? Right now?"

The brunette got her drift, and laughed. "I didn't mean that, you idiot. I'll give you a massage."

The Snow Queen found the suggestion coming from nowhere, but realized in that instant how much she was craving for it.

"Yeah, you really need one. It's written all over your face." Smiled tenderly the Northuldra.

They now had been in couple enough years to have the best non-verbal communication, which was valuable for two quiet souls like them.

She sat on the bed, helping Elsa sit up as well with affectionate moves. The blonde sighed in content.

"I forgot how much I missed your touch." She murmured, her voice lulled.

"It's been five days, you drama queen. And I haven't even started massaging you yet."

"Hmmm." Answered Elsa, her head going in the nest of her neck.

"Don't fall asleep yet, snømus. Take those armor pieces off for me. You know only you can do it."

Elsa smiled and sat straight, waving her hands, and in a twirl of snow, only her white Fifth Spirit outfit remained on her skin.

The brunette poked at her belly, and Elsa jerked with a laugh.

"H-Honey!"

"Skin-like fabric check. Now go sit at the edge of the bed."

"Alright."

With smiles, they positioned like they always did when Elsa had a long day working around with the Spirits to protect the Forest, and came home in their hut with a sore back or an injured leg because she had, once again and on her own, saved merchants from something as insanely dangerous as bear attack.

The blonde sighed in profound relaxation when her girlfriend started massaging her back. The Northuldra however could feel how tense some of her muscles were, and insisted on them. She bent to whisper.

"Relax. It's all over. You've done an amazing job, okay? Release yourself from all that duty feeling."

Elsa hummed something that sounded negative, and Honeymaren kissed her through her short hair. She kept massaging her back as she inhaled her natural scent, and smiled in her platinum blonde hair as she recognized the familiar and soothing smell of licorice mint, which somehow never left the Snow Queen.

"I still feel bad for not finding a way to stop the storm..." Mumbled Elsa.

Honeymaren kissed her temple.

"Hey, Elsa... You're the most amazing person in the world, you know that?"

The blonde smiled. "By the numerous times you told me, I'm gonna end up believing it."

They laughed warmly, and Honeymaren moved her hands to her shoulders, touching strategic points in muscles that she knew were most used by someone being left-handed. Elsa moaned at the unique sensation only her girlfriend could provide. Honeymaren's gestures were precise and measured, both soft and strong, and it's exactly what she loved about their massage sessions.

Bathing in silence, they continued, only lit by the candles they had put on each nightstand, of which the wax was going down as time passed. Even the storm raging outside seemed inexistent because of how particular the bubble they had created was.

"A bit lower, please?" Asked Elsa when Honeymaren reached the lumber area.

The brunette chuckled, and bent to her face. "Keep it together. We're guests in a castle."

Elsa blushed intensely.

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"Will you ever forgive me? For not telling you that I was risking my life investigating on this storm?"

Honeymaren blinked as she woke up at the familiar voice. It was Elsa's, but it seemed distant, like a far-away echo, that resonated in the insides of a cave layered with winter dew.

When the Northuldra's eyes focused and she realized that she was assisting to the magical materialization of Elsa's dream, she sat up in a jolting move and forgot to breath for a long time, gasping and admiring all the details. It was even more astonishing than what she had possibly pictured at the descriptions.

She hadn't been awakened by the falling snow, for she was used to sleep outside in the winter and her cheeks didn't feel pricked by the cold. Besides, Elsa's snowflakes never felt truly icy; just like her, they were perfectly soft, like she defied the laws of Nature herself and came up with warm snow. Honeymaren saw that the dream featured Elsa and herself talking to each other, and she smiled at how the blonde perceived her, seeing the way she was represented from her point of view. Now she knew why she had heard Elsa's voice; it was a discussion between them, which had ended by the time Honeymaren woke up, and they now were both smiling as they walked through a valley.

Lifting her hand, the Northuldra admired the way ice dust floated around to create landscapes coming right from her lover's imagination. It made Honeymaren's heart soar with love and admiration, and when she turned to her girlfriend, it melted at her sight.

Elsa was sleeping deeply, a small smile curling her lips. She was turned to her direction, both her hands on the pillow next to her, the fingers of one slightly twitching and folding like she was actually holding Honeymaren's hand in the projected dream. She looked absolutely beautiful, her unique hair and pale skin enhanced by the moon light. Honeymaren slithered closer, looking at her and listening to her breathing.

"Snømus... I already forgave you." She whispered tenderly, kissing Elsa's forehead.

The blonde moaned at the sensation, all the magic manifestation vanishing slowly around them. The particles of ice dust went away the same mysterious way they appeared, and Elsa slowly blinked as she returned to reality.

She had the same vision there, though; Honeymaren warmly smiling at her.

"Honey? What..."

Her voice was croaked from sleep, but the brunette didn't care at all. She kissed Elsa deeply, and after some confusion, the blonde gave it back.

She smirked once they finished kissing, staring at the two brown gems in the dark.

"Let me guess, I did that odd thing again?"

Her lover smiled. "Don't say it like that. It was the most amazing thing in the world. I love you, Elsa."

The Snow Queen's eyes glittered with happy tears.

"I love you too. So much."

#hohohoh my gods what a long chapter #i'm giving this fic some novel-length chapter sizes lol #last time i did a 8'800 words chap it was in Untangling the Frozen Knots haha #you guys have courage (or dedication?) to read all that #i hope you like this chapter!#with all its flangst which i always have pleasure to bring to break your heart in all the ways #*singing* you're welcooome #yes snømus is an adorable nickname #it took me literally 3 days to come up with a loving name from HM #gosh what an adventure that this chapter is #and the dispute between HM and E broke my soul but HEY I LOVE TO SUFFER #what was your favorite part?#oh and emoji attesting you read those dumb tags: chocolate bar #frozen #frozen fanfics #post frozen 2 #frozen 2 #kristanna #frohana #snow sisters #elsamaren #eydis #anna's daughter #king kristoff #queen anna #snow queen elsa #disney #fanfic #iteots #in the eye of the storm

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Syl and the crew

Sylvia and crew was the first ask her crew consist of Herself,Ramses,Xellia, Zukker and Molly. I’ll be writing the two others soon

Purple eyes snapped open as the sound of the alarm clock rang out one of todays popular song blaring out the form below the blankets shifted making the feline whom had been laying on the forms hip dig his claws in to keep from falling off which got a yell. "Ow ow! Twinkle no! bad cat!." Sylvia yelled as she the black cat finally pulled his claws back the bedroom door was pushed open as Canndi leaned into the room worry on her face.

"Syl?! you okay?." The Shogah asked watching was the Elviva fell back into the heap of pillows the cat moving to sit on the corner of the bed to start cleaning himself licking at his paw using it to clean his ear. "Fluffy little monster." Sylvia spoke as she rolled yo the edge of the bed to get up and head out to the kitchen Canndi having already headed out there yawning as she got breakfast ready for her and her palemate Twinkle running down the hall to join them the bell on his collar giving him away long before he made himself a wear with his loud meows.

"Okay, okay I hear you." Sylvia spoke as she moved to get him food even though she knew that he would beg for their food anyway, the little piggy of a cat it was a normal morning finished breakfast thanked her rail got washed, Twinkle staring at her through a little opening in the curtain until she aimed the shower head in his direction and sent the feline running through the apartment. In minutes she had gotten out dried grabbed her things and headed off to work, Canndi staying to keep Twinkle company the fellow purple making the black cat wave his owner off to to work.

Xellia of course was already there that goldblood always on time and early Sylvia having trusted the lowblood with the keys. "Syl! Syl!." Xel yelled waving one arm at the approaching highblood while balancing a holder full of coffee cups in the other hand. "Hey girl what’s happenin’?." Sylvia asked as she pushed the door open once the goldblood had unlocked it. "I hope you didn't for me." Sylvia spoke as she pulled off her moonglasses and hooked them onto her shirt heading in back to put her bags down. "No! I just got here honestly." The girl beamed as she set the carboard tray down onto the front desk moving around to get her books out and laptop from her bag to hook up to the main computer a button being pressed, a smiling face appearing with an computerized 'Good morning'. A door that read 'employees only' opened as Zukker stepped out yawning, the stairs lead up to his hive- well everyone’s hive where the group took their breaks and kept their food and what not.

"Yo boss." The garnetblood greeted rubbing his eyes with a yawn, Sylvia paused looking at the tattooist. "Something is different about you- wait you cut the hair." She pointed at her own head watching the garnet nod. "Yeah-." He turned showing off his now short cut. "Weathers changing plus it's easier to work with." Sylvia nodded as she headed to get things ready turning the open sign on. "Oh! oh!, before I forget! Ramses said that he was taking Molly to an appointment this morning and that he'd be running a little late!." Zukker moved to the counter leaning over it to give his mate a smooch. "Morning baby." Xellia giggle giving him a purr. "Hey remember none of that in front of the customers you to." Sylvia spoke pointing at the two lowbloods. "But Syl!." Xellia huffed. "If you had a mate you would be smooching and hugging up on them to." The goldblood spoke as her arms wrapped around her mates middle, Sylvia opened her mouth to argue but shut it knowing full well she probably would. "Plus--." Xellia sang out as she grabbed a chart holding it up in both hands. "The polls on the website says everyone thinks it's cute well almost everyone." "What do the others one say?." "Well the other ones say they wanna boink you." Sylvia stared at the goldblood before squinting at her. "Why in the name of the messiahs would you put that on there?!." "Cause your pretty?." "Oh no flattery wont save you goldblood."

Said goldblood moved to hide behind her mate pausing as she watched her boss start to crack up laughing making the goldblood blink before huffing. "Mean!." She yelled but was relieved that seemed she wouldn't be losing her job or life. "Seriously though." Sylvia spoke "Ask me before throwing something like that out there, make me sound desperate." The purple blood poked at her nose as she walked passed the two employees. "ETA on when Ramses will be back?." Sylvia asked as she walked over to the stereo pressing a button to get the music up and rolling before the front door would be opened and kept open by a stopper. "Oh! oh! I love this song!." Xellia spoke moving to dance to the beat before Zukker took her hand and spun her around a bit with the music, Sylvia rolled her eyes and shook her head watching the two before sighing playing with the buckle of her top.

Sometimes she envied them, the lowbloods every highblood looked to make it big become famous for one thing or another very few seemed to stop and smell the roses anymore always a boon to make, the sound of skateboard wheels and the occasional bark, Ramses came rolling down the walkway Molly standing on the board dressed in her little pink tutu tail going a mile a minute only when that board came to a stop did the canine hop off pausing to wipe those paws on the mat before running in a happy squeal from Xellia followed. Sylvia crossed her arms leaning against the door watching the blueblood step on the end of the board making it stand so he could take hold of it. "How is she?." "She's good turns out it was just a little cold and a belly ache also apparently she has a heart murmur." Ramses answered leaning against the outside of the door way. "Other than that she's a chunky happy girl." Sylvia smile in relief, everyone had been so worried about the pup when she wasn’t acting right. "That’s good everyone would be so upset if something happened, the box was filled with cards all to Molly, well have to do a stream later and open up all the fan mail."

Sylvia moved away from the door and headed into the place, Ramses following that open sign glowing bright, each customer that came in was greeted by the pup doing little tricks to calm them that big smile making all of them laugh, Molly took her job seriously- calming down the customers mostly the younger ones before going back to either get a tattoo or piercings. The little pit would spin in circles and trot in place seemingly dancing to the music across the room or lay her head on customers laps Ramses having taught her each trick the trotting or 'puppy dance' as it had come to be known she'd done by herself. As always the waiting room was filled with trolls looking to get piercings or ink done every seat filled until break time rolled around the group locking up and heading up to Zukkers hive to relax and snack Ramses flopped out on the couch, Xellia sitting on his stomach as Zukker cooked.

Each one took a turn cooking each day though when Ramses's turn came about they ordered out. "So Sylvia how do that blind date go?." Zukker called from his spot in the kitchen everyone’s attention turning to Sylvia watching her sink down in her chair with a grumble. "Don't ask." "Oh I'm asking." Xellia leaned in watching her boss. "The fucker was on his phone constantly I left half way though and I swear he didn't even notice I left." The woman sighed. "Maybe I should give up." Sylvia jumped as each yelled 'no' at her. "Just give it time Syl you'll find someone or thing." Ramses shrugged getting a pillow throw at him. "Thing?!." The Purple huffed as Zukker came around with the lunch each eating and enjoying conversation before it was time to head back down and finish out the day Sylvia stepping out back for a smoke around closing time each cleaned the hell out of the place Sylvia always keeping the shop nice and spotless before they left for the day.

Getting hope Sylvia was greeted by Twinkle as the cat ran to her meowing his little ass off rubbing along her legs. "Yeah, yeah mommy is happy to see you to." She chuckled picking up the cat heading to the kitchen where Canndi was already cooking dinner for the two of them. "How was the evening?." The Shogah asked reaching into the cabinets for spices. "Eh it was okay, like any other day and hey, not to much of that spice shit I like my tongue." "Gotcha Syl."

#mytrolls #Anonymous #Mywriting #Myart #Sylvie #Ramses #Zukker #Xellia #Canndi #Molly

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Guy in Your MFA outtakes

i found this when i was clearing out my notepad file -- i cut these scenes because they took the story in the wrong direction, but they’re not bad so i thought i’d share

from chapter 4:

A group of undergrads walked past them, chatting and glancing up surreptitiously at the portion of the conversation they’d just heard.

“Can we please go in my office now?” Bellamy asked.

“Yeah,” Clarke said, and followed him the remaining ten feet to his office, which he keyed open. There were four desks crammed into the closet-sized space, like Clarke’s own office on the floor above. Bellamy’s desk was covered in stacks of literary magazines and a handful of short story and craft essay collections.

Lexa’s desk was beside it, decorated much like her apartment. Bellamy tossed his clipboard and water bottle on his desk and took a seat. Clarke sat in Lexa’s chair.

Her realization weighed on her. She wanted to close the door and let him bend her over his desk.

“I feel like you have a lot on your mind,” she said, which was cruel, to divert the subject to herself from dwelling on her own feelings.

He rubbed his palms over his thighs. “I just—I’m having...trouble, I guess. With this whole friend thing.”

“Best friend thing.”

“Yeah, that.”

“What’s the problem?”

She hoped it was the same problem she was having, which would be good, because the solution probably involved a lot of kissing.

“I’m bad at it.”

“Bad at—being a friend?”

“Yeah.”

His hand was resting on his knee and she put hers overtop of it. “Bell, you’re great at it. Just like you’re great at teaching, and writing, and everything else you attempt.”

“Then why is it so hard?”

“What’s hard about it?” She realized her hand had been on top of his too long and pulled it away. He glanced down at it and frowned slightly.

“I can’t say what I want to say directly.” He took a breath. “I’m writing an essay. About prison. And how I got there. It’s for you. Because—because I can’t talk about it, but I can write about it. And if you want to be close to me, you deserve to know.”

“I appreciate that. I understand how hard it must be for you to write about.”

“That’s the weird thing. It’s hard, but it feels good. It feels right, like I’ve been waiting all this time to find someone I wanted to tell this story to. And now that I’ve found you, I can’t stop writing.”

She didn’t know what to say. She fought the urge to climb on his lap and kiss him.

“So that’s the problem I’m having. This gut instinct to show you everything versus this voice in my head telling me to shut up and pull back.”

“I don’t want you to shut up and pull back. I want to see everything.”

from chapter 5:

“But I’m not white, I’m not straight, I’m not rich, and I’m not educated. I don’t have much in common with anyone here but you.”

“So why do you care about rocking the boat?”

“Because I still care about the people here. I care about the community they’ve built and fostered. If something happened between us that might hurt that, I wouldn’t be able to live with it. I really would drop out.”

“I thought you were going to do that anyway.”

“I was. And then we got closer. And I thought maybe it would be worth it to stay. But now I’m not sure anymore.”

from chapter 8 (i think):

He typed with only three fingers, which Clarke thought was endearing at first, then annoying, then she realized his access to computers and learning how to use them had probably been limited in the detention facility, and that it was likely he’d only started using computers at the age of eighteen. These were the questions she wanted to ask him, but she couldn’t. It never seemed like the right time.

What felt like an emotional mosquito bite at first turned into full-body hives after a month living with Bellamy. She couldn’t look at him without wanting to crawl overtop of him and kiss him until she got oxygen deprivation. Something snapped in her near the beginning of February—she needed to encourage him to write more and faster, finish whatever he needed to finish so she could accept his past on his own terms and they could be together.

She started masturbating multiple times a day to help ease the tension permanently coiled in her belly, took her vibrator into the shower with her. Once she had accidentally left it in there, and only realized it later when Bellamy went in to take a shower after her, and she realized with horror that it was still on the caddy next to her shampoo and leave-in conditioner.

He didn’t say anything about it, so she kept it there. When he continued not saying anything about it, she was sure to turn it to its highest setting while she showered, and moan loud enough so he could hear her.

She also began stealing his clothes. Like the vibrator, it was an accident at first. She thought she was being a good roommate by grabbing his laundry to make a full load, but then his shirts started getting mixed in with hers, and so she started wearing them. Since the weather had dropped to freezing, she mostly ended up with his hoodies. The first time he caught her wearing one, he was coming home from seminar, bag of groceries in hand for dinner, and stopped to stare at her.

“That’s mine,” he said.

She lifted her chin toward him. “I’m cold.”

Something seemed to settle in him, and he continued to the kitchen.

She ate his food. Left dirty dishes around the house, books and papers piled on tables. Stole more and more of his clothes. Nearly screamed every time she came. He took all of it in stride: bought extra food and asked what she needed from the grocery, cleaned up after her without comment, stole some of his clothes back but only the ones he needed, and pretended not to notice the half dozen orgasms she gave herself every day.

But then she started walking around half-naked, and that was where he drew the line.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked. In her defense, he was shirtless per usual, a stack of student rough drafts in front of him on the dining room table. Clarke had come out of her room to get a glass of water wearing only a pair of teal boyshorts. She was grateful he kept the thermostat at seventy and put a lot of work into insulating the house, otherwise it would have been too cold. “What?” She looked down at herself. Her boobs looked great. “Oh this? Just getting comfortable in my new home.”

“You need to wear clothes in the house.”

“Why? You don’t.”

“I wear pants.”

“I’m wearing shorts. Seems like a double standard to me.”

“Please put on a shirt or bra or something.”

She stepped closer to him, close but not touching. “Make me.”

He looked her in the eye. “I’ve been living with Octavia for the past decade, Princess. Nothing fazes me.”

“Is that a challenge?”

He let his gaze trail down to her chest, gave himself a good eyeful before meeting her eyes again. “Might be.”

That seemed to work, to finally shake the cage a bit, so she kept doing it. Letting him catch her naked, or almost naked. Keeping the door open a crack while she masturbated. Sometimes she moaned his name, just to be a dick.

#guy in your mfa

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Running Chapter Two

Summary: Rindel Zivas seems at first to be your run-of-the-mill Hunter- Somewhat aloof, prone to be anywhere but the Last City- But where most Hunters are in it for glimmer or glory, Rindel has been running. Some would say from his duties, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Now, he has returned to the Tower for the first time in a while, both to pay respects to a lost comrade and face the ire of Zavala. But Ikora Rey has called on a debt to be paid, and what seems at first to be the simple oversight of a rookie Warlock may yet determine the fate of humanity.

Warnings: Some language, regret and PTSD.

Genre: Angst, original characters, campaign adaptation.

Author’s note: Chapter two, so soon after the first one? Kinda, yeah. I actually spent a week writing this one, but since both chapters were ready, I figured I should put them up here for your enjoyment. And now, to the story!

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Chapter Two: Maneater

Rindel looked out into the city, leaning against a railing. He heard a metallic chuckle behind him and turned.

“You like looking out there too, huh?” The early autumn sun glinted off of Cyclone-7’s gold-colored head as he sat on a bench near the rail. “Shoulda figured. Hunters like to survey their surroundings.”

“If I wanted to do that, I’d climb the tree over near Banshee’s station,” Rindel quipped. “Honestly? I feel like it’s a reminder of why we’re here, you know? We protect all the people down there. Seeing it all from here makes that idea loud and clear.”

Cyclone gave Rindel a sidelong look. “Know the truth of it? We’re here because of that.” Rindel followed his gaze to the Traveler. The moon-like orb hung low over the city, casting its own shadow over a large park. “We’re here because we were chosen by the Traveler to do what it can’t do anymore.” Rindel looked back as one of Cyclone’s gold-colored eyes turned off, as if to affect a wink. “Or so I’ve been told.”

“So what then?” Rindel ran a hand through his bright red hair. “We blindly follow it?”

“Far as I know? It’s that, or we make our own destiny.” Cyclone stood. “C’mon. We’re meeting with the guys. Think your ready for your first off-world Vanguard detail?”

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The lift doors opened to the top level of the Vanguard Tower. This was the Guardian’s home.

Or, it was supposed to be. Rindel was more at home these days almost anywhere but here. Surveying the Old Russian Cosmodrome, intercepting Cabal scouts on Mars, messing with the Vex on Venus- it was all more welcoming than being back here. But then, he didn’t exactly have anyone here who was really happy to see him anymore.

Nothing seemed to show this more than the pair of Tower Guards who were waiting just outside the lift. Both were dressed in light armor, holding standard-issue Vanguard auto rifles.

“Guardian Rindel Zivas. We are to escort you to Commander Zavala.” The Guard to Rindel’s left stood stiffly as he spoke. It was apparent that he didn’t order around Guardians too often.

“I appreciate that, but I know where the Commander’s office is. I’ll be over there soon.” He started to move off the lift and was blocked by the Guard to his right.

“Commander Zavala requests your presence immediately, sir.” He looked directly where Rindel’s eyes were behind his helmet’s visor. “I’m afraid you’ll have to come with us.”

Rindel affected a sigh. “What, I don’t even have time for a shower before my debrief?”

Neither man moved a muscle.

Rindel rolled his eyes, glad that the Guards couldn’t see his face. “Alright. If he wants to see me badly enough that he sent you two, we shouldn’t keep him waiting. Lead on.”

The Guards turned and began walking. Rindel followed along. May as well get this over with.

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“Forgetting something?”

Rindel only heard Solas’ voice a few feet away from the door leading to Zavala’s office. “What?’

“Don’t you think you’ll be in enough trouble without taking your helmet off in front of the Commander?”

Rindel stopped just before he entered “Yeah, you’re not wrong.” He undid the pressurized seal that connected his helmet to his suit and removed it.

The Guards moved away from him, standing on each side of the large door. Rindel wasn’t sure if it was out of discipline or if it was because of the smell. His red hair was long and matted in a few places, and his skin was now a light blue from lack of exposure to the sun. He reached up and knocked and turned the brass doorknob.

Zavala faced a large plate-glass window that overlooked the City. As the door shut behind Rindel, the Commander turned. “Rindel Zivas,” He began. “Now that you’ve finally decided to grace us with your presence, we have a great deal to discuss. Have a seat.” He stood, still as a stone, waiting.

The Hunter walked through the room and took his seat. Zavala sighed, moving his arms from behind his back. “I’ll skip the pleasantries.” The Commander’s eyes blazed like a blue fire as he sat. “How do you explain your absence from the tower?”

Rindel leaned back slightly. “I’ve been out in the Wilds, meeting our enemies where they live.”

“Indeed,” Zavala crossed his arms, looking briefly at a holographic display just behind Rindel’s seat. “As is the duty of every Guardian who serves the Light. But, I must ask- What are your motives?”

Rindel tilted his head. “I’m sorry, Commander, I’m not sure what you mean. As you said, I’ve been fulfilling my duty-”

“Your duty?” Zavala tuned a monitor on his desk. There were several windows up that showed logs of kill counts, locations, dates-

“You pulled my ship logs.” Rindel slouched a bit in his chair. His lips pursed and he tried to look at the City, at the desk- anywhere but directly at Zavala. Here we go, he thought.

“Yes, I did, and what I have seen is concerning, to say the least.” He pointed to varying logs. “You have spent limited amounts of time here on Earth and her Moon, with more time dedicated to Mars, Venus, and the remains of the Reef. But what really worries me,” he continued, pointing to three logs in particular. “Are these entries.”

Rindel glanced at the screen. A total of three and a half months, spent in a small area around Saturn.

”The Dreadnaught!” Zavala placed both of his hands onto the desk. “What could possibly compel you to spend so much time there?”

Rindel crossed his arms. “I don’t know, I thought you might be happy that around ten thousand Hive are dead and gone.”

“Don’t try to play this game with me!” Zavala shouted. “This behavior speaks to obsession on one hand. But, considering that you are the only one that has been near Saturn in the last six months, it also possibly speaks to having a deathwish.” Zavala leaned in closer.”Have you taken any artifacts from the Dreadnaught? Weapons?”

Rindel bolted upright, standing out of his chair. “What are you trying to say, Zavala?” He gripped the edge of the desk. “You think I’m going to turn to the Dark and be a second coming of Dredgen Yor?” He drew his revolver and slammed it onto the wood. “Take a look for yourself! Does it look like I’ve been carrying a Weapon of Sorrow?”

“No, but this proves a greater point to me,” Zavala sat down, steepling his fingers. “You have been out on your own for far too long.”

Rindel’s face softened. He moved away from the desk and took back his seat.

“You’ve made quite the reputation for yourself over these last few years.. ‘The Iron Wolf,’ I belive they call you?” A slight smirk formed on Zavala’s face. “Are you familiar with Rudyard Kipling?”

Rindel closed his eyes, shaking his head.

Zavala chuckled. “An author from before the Golden Age.” He stood and walked to a large bookcase, pulling out an ancient-looking book. “This is a collection of poems and stories, but a passage here caught my eye.” He opened the book and read the passage out loud;

”Now, this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky,

The wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die.

As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back;

For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack.”

Zavala snapped the book shut. “You see, there is a reason why Guardians go out into the Wilds in teams. We’re stronger that way.” He looked directly at Rindel. “You need to find a new fireteam, Rindel. As much as we appreciate your accomplishments and what you have done to keep us safe, we can’t risk losing that, either. So, for that reason, I’m putting you on two month’s leave. Effective immediately.”

Rindel felt as though he lost balance for a moment. “You’re grounding me?”

“In a manner of speaking, yes.” Zavala placed the book back on the shelf. “Considering that you have the run of the city when I should be throwing you in the brig, take it as a sign of appreciation for all you’ve done. Find yourself a new fireteam.” He motioned for Rindel to leave. “And for the Traveler’s sake, take a shower.”

Rindel dragged himself up from the chair. As he internally cursed his situation, Zavala’s voice pierced his thoughts.

“You almost forgot this.” Rindel turned, seeing the commander holding his revolver out to him, grip first. He took it back, turning to leave.

“That revolver- Hawkmoon. You do know who that belonged to initially, don’t you?”

“To Saint-14. I’m well aware.” Rindel looked back. “What’s your point?”

“My point is that Saint was one of the bravest and most powerful Guardians I ever had the pleasure of knowing.” Zavala’s eyes turned downward. “He’s also not been heard from in well over twenty years. He left on a crusade by himself and never returned.” He walked closer, placing a hand on Rindel’s shoulder. “I don’t want you making the same mistake he did.”

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Several hours passed, and after cleaning himself off and changing out of his dingy armor into more normal clothes, he decided to do the logical thing- Report to the Hunter Vanguard, Cayde-6. Of course, Cayde’s idea of filing a report was to go out to his favorite Ramen shop, followed by a visit to Cayde’s office to play cards. Amanda Holliday, the Tower’s shipwright and Shiro-4, one of the Vanguard’s scouts, decided to join in, drink, and be merry.

“Know what, I’m out.” Shiro threw his cards towards the mostly standard tower frame that acted as their dealer. “I should actually keep some of my glimmer.”

“What, you too chicken to hang?” Amanda lightly nudged Shiro as she pushed in some of her own glimmer. “Call.”

“Call,” repeated the frame. “Heads up.” The frame drew a card and placed it down on the table with four other cards in community pool before turning to Rindel. “It’s up to you.”

Rindel paused a moment before pushing in a larger pile of glimmer. “Raise. Two thousand.”

He watched as Amanda’s smug look turned to dread. For now, though, he refocused his attention to Cayde. The Exo paused mid-drink and checked his cards. He affected stroking a beard before pushing in more glimmer. “I’ll see you, and raise you another five hundred. How’s that?”

“Raise.’ the frame repeated. “Miss Holliday? It’s up to you.”

“Well, shoot. I’m out too.” Amanda tossed in her cards.

“Fold.” The frame announced. “Rindel. Bet or showdown?”

Rindel looked directly at Cayde, keeping his face neutral. Either this’ll work, or it won’t… But either way, it’ll be over quick.

“Re-raise. All in.”

Cayde processed what was going on for around half a minute. Suddenly, he threw in his cards. “Nope. Nope. I'm noping the eff out while I still can. You win!” He raised his arms in a mock celebration as Rindel discarded and collected his winnings.

“No,” Amanda protested. “No fair! That is such a cop-out!” She stood and grabbed Rindel's cards before anyone could protest. As she compared them to the community cards, her shoulders dropped.

“What?” Now Shrio was standing. “Enough suspense! What’d he have?” Even Cayde was leaning forward, waiting for Amanda to share her revelation.

Amanda turned the cards so the others could see. “Nothin’. He had a crazy hand full of nothin’.”

Cayde slumped in his chair. “You cleaned me out on a bluff? The hell is wrong with me?”

Rindel cracked a grin as Solas transmated his share of the glimmer off of the desk. “It happens to the best of us. No hard feelings.”

“Speaking of hard feelings, I heard about the thing with Zavala.” Shiro patted Rindel's shoulder. “Sorry about that.”

Rindel frowned. “Not your fault, Shiro. You don't have to be sorry.”

“Still. Think of it like a vacation.” Shiro walked to Cayde’s wetbar, pouring himself another drink. “Some time away from the field can be a good thing. Relaxation and all that.”

Rindel nodded, settling back into his chair. Maybe for some people. I still have work to do out there.

“So, let me get this right,” Cayde started, raising his hands near his face. “In addition to being all, ‘I can’t bear the thought of losing you’ and making it sound like killing so many Hive was a bad thing, Zavala quoted The Jungle Book. The Jungle Book?!”

“Really, Cayde?” Shiro raised a section of his face over his right eye, giving the impression of a raised eyebrow. “You’re gonna give Zavala crap for quoting Kipling?”

“Maybe I am,” Cayde continued, downing the neon-blue liquid in his glass. “At least he didn’t quote The White Man’s Burden. What’s your point?”

Rindel raised his glass, using it to point at Cayde. “Read any Stevenson recently?”

The whole group laughed. It was common knowledge among Hunters that Cayde adored Treasure Island. An original copy of the book was displayed on the bookshelf near Cayde’s desk, which was being used now as their poker table.

“Well, if I may, Sir,” Cayde tried to affect an old British accent. “With no intention to take offense, I deny your right to put words into my mouth.” He winked.

“Alright, let's get back to the really important topic!” Amanda had topped her glass off as well, and stood in the corner of the office, addressing the group. “What can we get Rindel into so he doesn't lose his mind in the next two months?”

“What about the Crucible?” Shiro suggested. “You've got the skills to put plenty of Guardians in their place, and I'm sure Shaxx’d be glad to have you.”

“Did you see my match earlier?” Rindel gave Shiro a sidelong look. “I lost, remember?”

“To be fair, that 'lock you lost to has been kicking all kinds of ass in the Crucible these last few months,” Cayde suddenly bolted upright. “Hey! There's an idea! Why not see if she’d be on your fireteam?”

Rindel was about to respond when he heard a knock at the door.

“Okay, who the hell-” Cayde was cut off as another Guardian entered. Ikora Rey. She was far more dressed down than usual- She wore a simple jacket in her usual shade of violet over a white button-up blouse. She surveyed the room before seeing Rindel.

“Excellent. I thought I might find you here. May I speak with you a moment, Rindel?”

Rindel looked around the room. Shiro shrugged. “You may as well see what she wants. I think we’re done here, anyhow.” He stood and made his way for the door. “Thanks for the drinks, Cayde.”

Cayde waved as Shiro left the room. “Well, c’mon in, Ikora. I’m sure Rin would-”

“Actually, I was rather hoping we could speak privately.” She glanced over at Rindel. “There’s a little place I like near the Tower. Meet me at the lift.” She turned and walked away from the door.”

Rindel looked at Solas. “Well? What do you think?”

“As if you have anything better to do,” Solas nudged Rindel’s elbow. “You really shouldn’t keep her waiting.”

“I, I just…” Cayde looked at Rindel while pointing at the door. “Did Ikora just ask you out?”

Rindel’s eyes widened as his face flushed, turning his cheeks a purplish shade. “Wha- No! You heard her, right Amanda? She wants to ask me about something!”

“Namely, if you’re single.” Amanda laughed. “Just be careful. I hear she bites.”

“Guys.” Rindel held up his hands. “It is not a date. If she wants to talk with me, that’s her business, and Solas is right. I shouldn’t keep her waiting.” He grabbed his bomber jacket and started walking before the door. As he was about to exit, Cayde started to sing to a backing track his Ghost played.

“I wouldn't if I were you,

I know what she can do,

She's deadly man, she could really rip your world apart!

Mind over matter,

Ooh, the beauty is there, but a beast is in the heart!”

Rindel held his face in his hands. “Seriously?”

“Oh, here she comes!

Watch out boy she'll chew you up!

Oh, here she comes!

She's a maneater!”

“Okay, okay! Enough! I’m taking off!” Rindel didn’t quite slam the door, but he did hear Amanda join in with Cayde’s song, both laughing at the absurdity of it all.

Solas floated in front of Rindel’s face. “What?”

His Ghost faded off the lower half of his eye while lifting his shell’s upper quadrant, making it look like he raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure that this isn’t a date? It sounds like a date.”

Rindel rolled his eyes and gently pushed Solas away. “It’s not a date.” He continued walking, and Solas made the expression again. Rindel turned. “It just isn’t. More to the point, Hall and Oates? Really?”

#destiny #destiny 2 #my fiction #original character #Rindel Zivas #Music References #You're gonna see a lot more of that.

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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disclaimer I’ll be taking into account the last 24 hours for the first part because it’s 3 in the morning and I haven’t really done anything yet lmao anywho

survey by chasingghosts

Have you today?

Looked in a mirror? Yeah I took a shower earlier so I couldn’t really avoid the mirror in the bathroom.

Watered a plant? I don’t do plants. Can never take care of them to save my life.

Worn denim? I did, actually. Some package came for me earlier today and I didn’t really look the most decent, so before heading out to meet the delivery guy I grabbed the first jacket I saw, which was denim.

Washed your hair? Yes, when I took said shower a couple of hours ago.

Been in pain? Yup my back and shoulders feel like hell from sitting on my ass all day while at work.

Had a nap? Kinda, I guess? I fell asleep at around 9, 9:30ish...woke up at around 1 AM, and here I am now. I don’t plan on sleeping anymore.

Brushed your teeth? Yup.

Kissed someone? Just my dogs.

Used a cheese grater? No, I don’t think I’ve consumed any cheese today either.

Eaten something sweet? Nah, it’s all been salty/savory for me today.

Spoken to a stranger? Sure.

Dropped something? I drop my vape pen at least once a day, so yes.

Felt upset in some way? UGH yeah. Our internet disappeared at around 2 in the afternoon and it still hasn’t come back, and our service provider’s social media has been unsurprisingly unresponsive and useless. I’ve been using data since then and I’m just worried about how long this would take because I don’t want to keep spending just for extra load. I also have my Korean language classes this afternoon which will for sure require a lot of data :/

Drank coffee? I have a full mug of it beside me right now.

Walked for more than thirty minutes? LOL no, I’ve only stayed indoors.

Signed up for something? Hmm I don’t think so.

Travelled in a car? See two answers above this.

Opened a can? Nopes.

Thought about doing something crazy? Just me thinking about dropping another couple thousands on merch until I mentally slapped myself and told myself I’d be fucking stupid if I spent on one more piece of stupid merch.

Listened to a new song? Yes, I tried listening to Love Shot by EXO over dinner since my sister had started humming it. It was okay but I quickly shifted back to BTS right after hahaha.

Written in a notebook? No. I only do so when I practice my Hangul but I have yet to work on that today.

Fed an animal? Yes, I have pets.

Checked your emails? I mean that’s kind of the standard in my job lol I have my Gmail tab up throughout the 8 hours.

Told someone you love them? No.

Made a phone call? No, I’m rarely the one who makes the call.

Have you in the last week?

Travelled on a bus? I’ve never ridden a bus solely for commuting by myself. I’ve only been on them when it’s the arranged vehicle, like for school field trips or our family vacations. Our public buses are quite bleck and unsanitary and the drivers maneuver the buses like it’s their last goddamn hour on the planet, so I don’t get on them myself.

Washed your face? I mean yeah, when I take showers. I don’t really have a skincare routine though, if that’s what you mean.

Used a blender? We rarely have a use for a blender at home so we don’t even have one.

Received a phone call? No. My biggest pet peeve is when delivery riders call me up once they’ve arrived at our place just to say “I’m here,” but fortunately the one assigned to me today to deliver my package knew how to use the doorbell.

Talked to someone you dislike? Yeah I have to deal with a client I absolutely fucking despise everyday.

Consumed alcohol? I’ve thought of it, but then I thought of how sleepy I get whenever I drink alcohol and decided against it because I wanted to stay up tonight.

Eaten pasta? Yeah, my dad made Filipino-style spaghetti for dinner the other evening.

Planned for an event? Not an event per se but sure, I made some plans? Punk is slated to make his debut on AEW/return to pro wrestling next weekend or sometime soon, idrk - and this is a big fucking deal omg, 15 year old Robyn has arisen from her grave - and Andi and I made plans to watch it together so we can freak the fuck out.

Asked someone for a favour? Yes. I borrowed cash from my mom since the delivery fee for my packaging earlier was apparently cash on delivery.

Watched something funny? I mean I watch BTS clips pretty much everyday and a gigantic chunk of them are hilarious.

Trimmed your nails? No, but I did bite on them multiple times.

Browsed Reddit? I did actually! After a super long time of not doing so...I just decided to randomly check out r/bangtan to see what’s going on there. It’s mostly Americans though so idk if I’ll make a habit out of browsing.

Talked to yourself? Oh this happens a few times a day.

Purchased tickets for something? Nope.

Felt like you were annoying someone? Just about everyday.

Cleaned a toilet? I have not.

Reminisced about the past? Not really. I’ve made references to the past with friends, but we didn’t ~reminisce.

Used headphones? Yeah I always use my headphones when playing Rhythm Hive so I can hear the beats better.

Laughed with a friend? Many times. Always just virtually, though.

Cooked dinner and then didn't feel hungry? I don’t cook.

Written a list? LOL yes. My period had been coming and I noticed I was crying over the smallest, stupid things, so I started a list of the things I cried over the last week. The funniest item on the list is probably an ad that was shown to us during a campaign briefing...

Played an instrument? Nope.

Felt jealous or envious? I will sometimes feel the tiniest tinge of envy and wistfulness when I see my friends in happy and fulfilled relationships, but it passes in a second.

Ignored a text message on purpose? So many hahahahahahah

Congratulated someone? Yes!!! Graduation season was last week so I congratulated a shit ton of friends.

Have you in the last month?

Made a piece of art? Making art was never made for me, so no.

Rewatched one of your favourite tv shows or movies? Yep, I rewatched Friends a couple of weeks ago.

Called a plumber? Nope.

Been to a see a doctor? I mean, technically I guess yeah? When I had to get my vaccine shot.

Finished a book? I haven’t done that in a while.

Had a crush on someone? Just celebrities but I won’t count those.

Travelled on a train? I haven’t.

Worn heels? Haven’t done this either.

Been to a friend's house? I’ve been to Angela’s house semi-regularly, yup.

Shared a bed with someone? Nah.

Been to see a movie at the cinema? I haven’t been to the cinema in like a year and a half.

Paid attention to celebrity drama? Erm not really. I also haven’t been up to date with that, especially with American celebrities hahaha.

Felt anxious? Maybe not anxious but nervous.

Taken an elevator? Yeah in Mega since that place is so goddamn big.

Given someone the cold shoulder? Yep, my mom when she is being extra annoying/condescending.

Purchased a new book/game/movie? I guess you can say that? I bought a subscription pack on Rhythm Hive because I was using it regularly anyway.

Applied for a job? I already have a job, so no. I did get a job proposal on Linkedin a couple of weeks ago with another PR firm, but I took a look at their clients just to see if the offer was something I could sink my teeth into - and even though their brands were quite high-profile, they were in industries I didn’t particularly find interesting.

Used a printer? Nah.

Had lunch in a park? No.

Gotten a manicure or pedicure? I have not.

Made an appointment? Just for my shot but that’s it.

Had a blood test done? Noooooo not another one of those plz.

Suffered from a major bruise? Not a major bruise but a huge bloody gash on my thigh after a particlarly rowdy play session with Cooper. There’s still a very visible scar on me.

Researched a topic in-depth? I do this quite a bit in my work, yes.

Have you in the last year?

Been to the beach? No, I’ve mostly stayed at home since July 2020.

Visited someone in the hospital? I haven’t. Too risky.

Played pinball? No, it’s never interested me.

Travelled on a plane? I haven’t. :(

Worn a costume? Sure, for Halloween last year I went as Dora.

Been thrift shopping? Not that I can recall, no.

Thought about getting pregnant or got pregnant? Definitely not at this point in my life.

Made a big life decision? Uh yeah this past year was both the worst and best rollercoaster I’ve ever been on. I can’t believe it’s almost been a year since that shitty breakup...

Changed a lightbulb? Nope.

Framed something and put it on your wall? No but I have been meaning to do this for months. I just never get around to buying some actual picture frames lol.

Been stargazing? Not the professional kind of way with a telescope and all. I’ve just lied on my back at the rooftop to gaze at the night sky and the stars.

Made a new friend? So many!!! Reena is probably my bestestestest new friend <3 I mean we’ve met a while ago, as Angela’s mutual - even had a few drinks or so together - but we didn’t become closer until just a couple of months ago.

Added to a collection? I’ve had merch that arrive every week or so these days because I bought a ridiculous amount of shit between May and June when I was a new Army. I’ve substantially calmed down now, but I should expect to receive my running list of ordered merch up until September LMAO. At first I used to bitch about the really long shipping period considering all the products come from Korea, but after 3 or 4 fulfilled orders you kinda get used to it.

Been to the dentist? No.

Broken up with someone? Yessss. I didn’t know it at the time but it would turn out to be one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

Held a baby? Nah.

Created a budget? Yeah...doesn’t mean I’ve been successful. I always go over, hehe.

Confessed feelings for someone? There isn’t anyone to do that for.

Had surgery of any kind? Nopes.

Quit a job? No and I have no plans to anytime soon.

Been in a car accident? Nah but my dad has, c/o some stupid and unattentive motorcycle driver.

Purchased something worth over a grand? So in US dollar conversion, around P50,000? Hell no.

Been on vacation at least 500km/300mi from home? No. :( The farthest we’ve been to was Tagaytay and I think that’ll remain the same for a while.

Applied for an academic course? Yes, my Korean class.

Had your photo taken by a professional? No, it’s been over a year since my last professional shoot for my senior photos.

#survey #surveys

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deanmon69 · 6 years

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Tumblr Prompt #6

@castiel-is-not-a-god Here you are, my dear! So sorry it took so long. Classes really put a damper on getting these things out in a timely manner. Hope you enjoy!

Prompt: Could you write tfw 2.0 with their new years resolutions? I think it's something that Jack would insist on for the human expirence Also, it's up to you whether it's going to have destiel or not

Pairing: pre-slash destiel

Rating: G

Warnings: Fluff, author’s attempts at humor, Dean being stubborn

Dean was positive he had cotton in his ears. Maybe he was dreaming. Has been attacked by a Djinn and in the midst of some mind fuck. Part of some perverted fanfic of one of those crazy Supernatural fans (Becky, probably) and Gabriel was back from the dead to make it come true.

Because there was no way Jack, son of Satan, was standing in front of him with that stupid innocent face and those stupid earnest eyes. Asking him to participate in this stupid tradition that Dean knows full he will not stick to in the slightest.

“No,” Dean said, arms crossed over his chest, feet planted firmly apart.

“Dean,” Sam warned, giving him Bitchface #67.

“What’s the damn point-“

“Jack wants to experience human traditions,” Sam spoke over him like the rude Sasquatch he was. “And he wants us to help him.”

“He wants to play ‘normal’,” Dean growled the word out, because he hated it. He opened his mouth, ready to put this discussion six feet under where it belonged just like every dead thing that wanted to pop up in his life. But, goddamnit, Jack’s face fell and he was doing a very good impression of Sam’s Puppy Dog Face #23 and Dean caved.

“Fine,” he barked, ignoring the look of triumph on Sam’s stupid face. “But I get to pick my resolution with no argument.”

“Uh-“ Sam started.

“Done,” Jack nodded happily and scampered off to go do whatever it is that nephilims did.

Dean grinned and Sam groaned with deep, deep regret.

~*~

So it turned out Dean sucked at picking a resolution.

“Reading,” Dean deadpanned, giving his little brother a Look.

Sam sighed. “Yes, Dean. I want to read more.”

“Sammy, you read all the time.”

“I read lore books for cases,” Sam shook his head, his ridiculous hair moving with him. Dean itched for some scissors. “I want to read for myself. For pleasure. Not research.”

Dean rolled his eyes, but couldn’t really argue with that. He couldn’t remember the last time he picked up Vonnegut. Still, now that Sammy picked it he couldn’t copy his resolution.

“You picked yours yet?”

Dean shrugged, already turning away to head towards the kitchen. Pie would help him think of one.

~*~

“You’re…volunteering?” Dean said slowly, his fork full of baked goodness hovering by his mouth.

“Yes,” Jack said happily. “I want to keep helping, but until I get a handle on my powers…” He trailed off and shrugged, his smile diminishing somewhat. “Hunting is still too dangerous for me.”

Dean nodded around a mouth full of apple pie, cheeks bulging out as he tried to speak. “Thash goo’.”

“What?”

Dean swallowed. “That’s good. Do whatever you want, kid.”

Jack grinned and began narrating the various volunteer opportunities around town. The kid even had pamphlets. Dean inwardly groaned. He was going to be a giant nerd just like Sam.

~*~

Dean stared down at the yellow legal pad, his food bouncing, his pen taptaptapping on the paper. He had thought this would be easy, getting to pick his own and all. Something stupid. Like, eat more pie. Exercise less. Go get laid.

But every stupid thing he wrote down left a heavy feeling in his gut. He didn’t really want to eat more pie. He ate plenty and honestly it was starting to catch up to him. He had a noticeable pudge now that he was able to hide with extra layers, but after every shower he was very aware of its presence. Thus eliminating the exercise less option as well.

The prospect of going to some bar and hooking up with whatever was available just made him feel sick. Dean wasn’t sure when he’d outgrown it, but somewhere down the line random bathroom sex had lost its appeal.

A flash of blue eyes and unruly hair in his mind told him exactly when he’d outgrown that habit, but he stubbornly pushed it away.

So came the somewhat serious ideas. Exercise more, which he crossed out almost immediately. It’s not that he didn’t want to. It’s just that if Sam caught wind of it, the dude would go Mad Trainer on his ass and Dean would probably end up dying on a treadmill from pure exhaustion.

Wear less plaid. Yeah, right.

Let Sam drive Baby more. Um, no thank you.

No more red meat. Ridiculous. What other kind of meat was there?

Get a hobby. Yeah, but like what? He couldn’t draw stick figures, let alone paint them. What pictures did he have to scrapbook? Also, that was for grandmas anyway. Knitting looked complicated. He could sew alright, but only well enough to mend the occasional rip. Models were stupid. What do you do with them after it’s put together? He sure as shit couldn’t write. And music…well, okay he could actually play the guitar well enough. But his singing was awful.

Damn it. Whatever. He didn’t have time for a hobby anyway.

Dean growled, about ready to throw the pad across the room when there was a knock at the door. Grateful for the distraction, Dean grunted a ‘come in’ and tossed the legal pad by his feet on the bed.

Cas walked in and Dean ignored the little skip his heart did.

“Hey, man,” he cleared his throat. “What’s up?”

“Hello, Dean,” Cas greeted in his usual forlorn tone and closed the door behind him. Dean was suddenly aware he was in his bedroom with Cas. Alone. And he was sprawled out on his bed and Cas…was now moving to sit down next to Dean. Which was fine. Totally fine. Normal, even. Like, okay, maybe it wasn’t normal for Cas’s backside to be brushing up against Dean’s leg. Other guys wouldn’t let that happen. But Cas was weird and Dean didn’t really mind

“I’ve picked my resolution,” Cas started. Dean blinked and felt kind of bad that he hadn’t realized Cas would be participating in this little project.

“Uh, yeah?”

Cas nodded. “But…” he paused and looked down at his hands. Dean raised an eyebrow. Cas was noticeably nervous and that had him a little curious.

“But…?” Dean prompted when it seemed Cas had stalled out.

The angel sighed. “I would like to…keep bees.”

Dean blinked.

“Like…bee keeping?”

Cas nodded. “Yes. Not a lot, of course. Just a few hives. I can harvest their honey…you can use it for cooking or…when you make pancakes…”

“Cas,” Dean interrupted. “You don’t have to, like, sell it to me. If you want to keep bees, then do it. You’ve helped us save the world more times than I can keep up with. Letting you keep a few bees is the least I can do.”

Cas looked up from hands which had been clasped together tightly and Dean be damned if the dude’s face didn’t light up like the friggin’ sun.

“…Thank you, Dean,” Cas was beaming, like Dean had just given him the moon. The hunter could only nod, breathless, as he was pulled into a hug. His arms, only slightly shaky, returned it weakly.

“Yeah…” He said gruffly. Dean coughed and pulled back, his hand lingering on Cas’s shoulder. “No…no problem, man. Go nuts.”

Castiel was still smiling and Dean’s heart was thumping. The angel started rattling off everything he would need and Dean just nodded along, even agreeing to help clear some bunker space for the supplies. By the end of it, they were sitting so close Cas was practically in his lap.

“I’ll start looking for an appropriate spot for the hives,” Cas announced as he stood, clearly excited to get started. “Thank you again, Dean.”

Dean swallowed, nodded, and blinked when Cas disappeared with a flurry of wind and feathers. He inhaled deeply, the smell of a thunder storm tickling his nose, and leaned back against his headboard.

He looked down at the forgotten legal pad and picked up his pen. His resolution seemed very simple now.

Make Cas smile more.

#prompt #ask #destiel #fanfic #drabble #fluff

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hazardousgrace · 7 years

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Before the Monster, I Was Me

Chapter 1: The Monster in His Head “The Creation 1In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. 2The earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was moving over the surface of the waters. 3Then God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light. 4God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness. 5God called the light day, and the darkness He called night. And there was evening and there was morning, one day. 6Then God said, “Let there be an expanse in the midst of the waters, and let it separate the waters from the waters.” 7God made the expanse, and separated the waters which were below the expanse from the waters which were above the expanse; and it was so. 8God called the expanse heaven. And there was evening and there was morning, a second day. 9Then God said, “Let the waters below the heavens be gathered into one place, and let the dry land appear”; and it was so. 10God called the dry land earth, and the gathering of the waters He called seas; and God saw that it was good. 11Then God said, “Let the earth sprout vegetation, plants yielding seed, and fruit trees on the earth bearing fruit after their kind with seed in them”; and it was so. 12The earth brought forth vegetation, plants yielding seed after their kind, and trees bearing fruit with seed in them, after their kind; and God saw that it was good. 13There was evening and there was morning, a third day. 14Then God said, “Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate the day from the night, and let them be for signs and for seasons and for days and years; 15and let them be for lights in the expanse of the heavens to give light on the earth”; and it was so. 16God made the two great lights, the greater light to govern the day, and the lesser light to govern the night; He made the stars also. 17God placed them in the expanse of the heavens to give light on the earth, 18and to govern the day and the night, and to separate the light from the darkness; and God saw that it was good. 19There was evening and there was morning, a fourth day. 20Then God said, “Let the waters teem with swarms of living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth in the open expanse of the heavens.” 21God created the great sea monsters and every living creature that moves, with which the waters swarmed after their kind, and every winged bird after its kind; and God saw that it was good. 22God blessed them, saying, “Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the waters in the seas, and let birds multiply on the earth.” 23There was evening and there was morning, a fifth day. 24Then God said, “Let the earth bring forth living creatures after their kind: cattle and creeping things and beasts of the earth after their kind”; and it was so. 25God made the beasts of the earth after their kind, and the cattle after their kind, and everything that creeps on the ground after its kind; and God saw that it was good.” - Genesis 1:1 from the New American Standard Bible. Everyone knew the story of Creation as God had bestowed that knowledge upon them through the prophets of old. Many also had knowledge of the other beings that existed, but those stories were incomplete and best left for the Darkness to swallow and swallow it did. There were pieces of the story that not even the angels knew, but one day there would be one special human that would know it all. The story of one of the most beloved and powerful angels and his slow descent to Hell without his consent was entrusted to one and only one person, the true vessel of the lost archangel. But we’ll get to that soon enough. Let’s start from the beginning, shall we? God created the four archangels once the Heavens were created and secure. After all, you wouldn’t leave your babies unprotected would you? Neither would God. The first to be created was Michael, who unintentionally had a bit of a sense of privilege in being the first created and therefore the closest to their Father out of all his siblings. God personally raised Michael while he created the next archangel. By the time Lucifer was created, Michael was equivalent to a six year old human with a peaked sense of curiosity and imagination. He pestered his Father constantly as he awaited the arrival of his baby brother peppering Him with questions about Creation and when Lucifer would be among them. “Dad, why did You make the grass green and the soil brown? Why is the sky blue but the clouds are white?” Michael asked, sitting criss cross on the ground next to his Father’s work table. “How much longer until my baby brother is created?” “Hush, my child,” God chuckled, hugging his first created. “Have patience and faith that your Father knows what He does and why. Your brother will be with us soon, I promise.” Michael blushed and smiled at his Father as he was set down. God kissed his forehead and sent him off to watch over Earth through the pure waters that resided in Heaven’s center. The young archangel was entranced by the flow of life. A flower bloomed and a bee pollinated it, taking the excess spores to its hive where it was later made into honey. On its next trip to pollinate more flowers, the bee was eaten by a bird. Later, that bird would be killed and eaten by a wild cat. One day, the wild cat would die and give its body over to the soil and any scavengers that may come across it. Michael had moved his attention over the oceans, where a similar flow of life and energy was occurring. As he watched a pod of dolphins gracefully leap out of the deep blue waters, there was a shrill and unhappy cry sounding through Heaven. Michael grinned and dashed over to his Father’s work bench. There the larger than life celestial sat cradling a tiny cherubic angel with glowing fluffy white wings in his arms. “Michael, my son, meet Lucifer, your younger brother.” God announced in hushed tones as the baby angel started to calm down. “He’s quite the sensitive little graceling. You’ll have to help watch over him. Do you think you can help me, Michael?” “Yes, Father!” Michael beamed, concentrating and using his wings to hover high enough to get a better look at his brother. “He’s beautiful, Dad…” Lucifer looked up at his brother and squealed with joy. He didn’t know they could fly! He reached out and grabbed a hold of his brother’s hand, sucking on his fingers as they watched one another in awe. Michael was quite enamored with Lucifer and happily babied the younger on almost every occasion. He taught Lucifer to crawl, to walk, stretch his wings, and talk. They snuggled together when night fell and Michael would retell the story of Creation to his little brother and how their Father had said that one day he would make mortals in their images. Once Lucifer was old enough to be more independent, his curiosity often got him into trouble. The most memorable instance occurred when Lucifer tried to fly down to Earth. He was even more enamored with the world than his brother and wanted nothing more than to visit it himself and spend time with all the beautiful creatures. Much to his confusion, he was scolded by both God and Michael. He was told that Earth was no place for angels but never got an answer as to why. The more he pressed, the angrier they were with him until Lucifer was in tears and curling into himself with his wings wrapped around him. Father and Michael both apologized and did their best to make it up to him. This coddling continued until Michael discovered they were to have another sibling. By the time Lucifer was around six years old in mortal age, the same age Michael had been when he was created, Raphael was created. The newest angel was much more like Michael than Lucifer and the oldest and youngest were soon as thick as angel grace. Raphael was practically his oldest brother’s mini-me and with all the attention being diverted to the youngest, Lucifer was left on the fray. He watched over the years as Michael and Raphael bonded and forgot all about the middle archangel. So the little outcast spent many a night alone in his own little corner of paradise, weeping softly into the clouds, which sent gentle showers down to earth. He wondered what he had done wrong and why his big brother didn’t care for him anymore. He eventually got his answer when God requested his presence by the work bench. He took His middle angelic child onto His lap and held him close. “You’ve been quiet, Little One.” God pointed out, gently stroking his son’s wings. “That is very unlike you. Is something the matter?” “Daddy, why doesn’t Mikey like me anymore?” Lucifer asked, his eyebrows scrunched with worry and confusion as a deep, pained frown tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Oh, sweet Lu,” God sighed sadly, a sympathetic smile on his face. “He does like you. In fact, he loves you. He and Raphael both do.” “But they never spend time with me… It’s always just Mikey and Raphie.” Lucifer pressed, no less confused and hurt than before. “Do I spend every moment with any of you?” God questioned, relaxing in the rocking chair as he pushed against the floor and watched his son thoughtfully. “Well… No…” Lucifer hesitantly answered, a small bout of fear welling up inside him at that thought that maybe his Father didn’t like him anymore either. “Stop right there, Little Angel.” God responded, tipping Lucifer’s chin up to look him in the eye. “That’s not what I meant. Just because I don’t spend every moment with any of you or all of you, does not mean that I do not love you. I love all my children and all my creations equally, but I have much to do so bonding time isn’t as long or often as any of us may like it to be. Besides, Michael likes to be a helper and he is very good at caring for you and your brother. Since you’ve grown, he’s looked after Raphael, who needs more guidance than you do.” “I guess that makes sense,” Lucifer commented, still pondering the point. “But what am I supposed to do? Mikey teaches, Raphie learns and I just… exist…” “I thought you might ask that,” God laughed, hugging his son and smiling brightly as Lucifer giggled. “First, you need to help me finish my latest creation and then you will have your task.” “Okay, Daddy,” Lucifer giggled, excited that he got to help with a creation since even Mikey didn’t get to do that. “What can I do?” “Lucifer, meet Gabriel.” God segwayed, lifting his son to better see the lifeless baby archangel with shimmering golden wings and caramel hair laid upon a small bed of clouds on the work table. “He’s the last of your kind to be created and your youngest brother.” “Hi, Gabe!” Lucifer quietly greeted, awestruck by the tiny being. After not seeing any movement or sign of life, the middle archangel began to worry. “He’s not dead, is he, Daddy?” “No, he’s not dead. He hasn’t been given life yet either. I thought he could use a special touch.” God answered, tucking a small sun shaped amber shard into the baby’s chest. “I need you to hold out your arm for me, Lu.” Lucifer did as told, squeaking in surprise as God removed a small amount of grace from his being. He watched as his Father cupped the substance in his hands and then looked up at the celestial’s face. “Whisper sweet words to it and blow it a kiss,” God instructed with a patient smile. “Hi, silver water… Thank you for all that you do for me and my brothers. Please help Father bless my baby brother with life,” Lucifer whispered, staring into the shining substance. “So that he may see this wondrous universe that awaits him. I want to show him the way the stars kiss the skies, all the little things that wander the life planet, and tell him stories of Creation and what lies ahead… like Mikey used to do with me…” Lucifer blew a kiss towards the life giving essence and watched as Father poured it into the youngest. After a few moments of nervous but patient waiting, Gabriel began twitch, cooing and yawning as he lazily opened his bright and beautiful amber eyes. The middle archangel climbed up on the work table and gathered his brother in a hug, wings wrapping around the littlest archangel. “I love you, Gabe.” Lucifer whispered as the baby angel giggled and snuggled in closer. “He is yours to look after, my sweet little Lu.” God informed his older son. “Do you think you can handle him?” “Yes! I will never let anyone harm him.” Lucifer answered, a very somber and defensive tone to his voice as he gave God a very serious look. From then on, Lucifer was never alone again. Gabriel happily stuck to his side, even at night, which was when stories were told and cuddles were exchanged. Gabriel was every bit as mischievous and curious as his mentor, resulting in many pranks and gentle scoldings by God and Michael. By the time Gabriel was the equivalent of a mortal toddler, God had made many lower level angels for various purposes and continued to do so. Lucifer and Gabriel were inseparable, especially upon the day that the Darkness grew too big for her britches and wanted more than what she had. With the help of his archangels, God bound the darkness and He resumed his first attempts at mortal beings after entrusting what would eventually be known as the Mark of Cain to Lucifer. In the coming days, Gabriel would have crying spells, alarmed by the changes in his brother as the Darkness whispered of violent delights and Lucifer’s pranks would be harsher than normal. Instead of simply popping out and scaring their brothers, he would create visions of monsters to creep in their rooms at night and rather than simply dumping water over their heads, he poured honey over their wings, causing them to stick together rather painfully while the Darkness laughed and said it was all in good fun- just a harmless prank. Fortunately for the baby of their little family, Gabriel was never a victim but he stopped being an accomplice when he grew old enough to be more independent. Gabriel would gauge his brother to see whether it was a good or bad day before risking being around him. Night time was always the best time for Lucifer because the Darkness was often preoccupied so the two could snuggle and talk of stars and stories just as they did before Lucifer was burdened with the Mark. “Luci?” Gabe quietly called peering around the door into his brother's room. “Hey, baby brother,” Lucifer smiled, getting up from his nest and scooping the little archangel up in his arms. “What are you doing wandering around at night?” “Couldn't find you…” Gabe murmured nestling closer to his brother. “Story time?” “Of course, Gabey.” Lucifer agreed, nestling the little one against his chest as he laid down. “What story shall we have tonight?” “Life planet!” Gabe smiled, looking up at his big brother. “Which one?” Lucifer asked, twitching the fingers on his right arm which caused vines to grow from the ceiling to grab their nest and rock it from side to side like Gabe had always enjoyed. “When Luci will go down…” Gabe murmured, rubbing his eyes. “Alright but just this one because someone’s a sleepy little sheep,” Lucifer softly chuckled, gently grooming the youngest’s golden wings. “You are the only angel that wants to sleep.” Gabriel pouted and stuck his tongue out at his brother before nuzzling his face against the older angel’s neck. He couldn't help that he was created with a touch of the sun and the lesser light of the moon didn't suffice. “One day, very soon, Daddy will create mortals in our image. They will be beautiful and bright like us. They will walk the earth and mingle with all the other life from bees and butterflies to elephants, big cats, and wild dogs,” Lucifer murmured, looking out over the vast expanse of Heaven. “I will descend, tucking my wings away, and walk among them. They shall know me and I will guide them. I will help them find their place in their vast yet tiny world and teach them the ways of God. They will accept me as I have been blessed to be before. I will be able to walk among them as one of them…” There was a pensive silence that caused concern in the younger angel. His mentor had never been quite like this in the night before. There was an odd and far away look on his face. Gabe frowned and gently pat his brother's chin as he used to when he was just created. Lucifer shook his head and smiled softly, but it was fake. Something was not right and it was getting more obvious every day. “I could even rule over them if I do pleased,” Lucifer continued, a much more somber tone to his words. “They would revere and bow to me. It would only be natural as they are mere mortals instead of us bowing to them and catering to their whims.” Gabe pushed himself up and crawled out of the nest, tears burning his eyes and he fluttered his little wings to help him land softly on the cushy ground below. He ran to find God, who was at the Fountain of Hope, watching to see what his first attempt at mortals would do. Gabe was in tears as he tugged on his Father’s tunic. “What's wrong, my little trickster?” God inquired, his brow furrowing in worry as he cradled his youngest archangel in his arms. “Luci say naughty things, Papa,” Gabe cried, clinging to God. “He never talks like that cause he says it's bad, but now says it and- and he believes it… Want my Luci back, Papa…” God frowned deeply at Gabriel’s words. He cupped a hand to his son's cheek and looked into the memory that was troubling the cherubic angel. When he heard what his second created had said, he gasped in surprise. “I will have a talk with your brother and help him through this,” God promised, glancing back at the Fountain. “Oh no… No, that's not right…” “P-papa?” Gabe hesitated, too afraid to look for himself. “We must gather your brothers,” God responded, getting to his feet. “Michael, Lucifer, Raphael, come to me my children!” Before long, all were gathered before God and the others could sense the turmoil within Lucifer. They all exchanged concerned looks before turning their attention to their Father. “As you all know, I attempted to create mortals in our image,” God began, allowing Lucifer to take Gabriel into his arms at the youngest’s consent. “They were never meant to be perfect but I fear they fall at the darkest depths of the imperfect. They are too dangerous to be left on such a fragile world so I must go and lock them away for the safety of themselves and all that is good. I will call upon you to help me seal them away once I have them gathered.” “Yes, Father,” The archangels consented in unison. With that, God rained down upon the earth and gathered his ‘misguided’ children. It was a struggle at times since many were unwilling to go without a fight. Eventually, the archangels heeded the call of God and locked the scoundrels away in a place to be known as purgatory that only the four brothers could unlock. In the Darkness, something crept after the youngest, who was equivalent to an eight year old mortal at the time. Gabriel panicked as it attempted to wrap around his legs and climb- the only visible parts being the black tendrils that burned as they made contact. Lucifer heard his brother's cry decimated the fiend- or so he thought- and took his baby brother into his arms. “I will never let anything or anyone hurt you,” Lucifer promised, holding the smaller archangel close to his chest. But he never considered that he might be the one to hurt the littlest archangel. A few more years passed and God announced the creation of the true mortal that would be known as human. There were only two in the beginning, a man and a woman, known as Adam and Eve. They were almost finished and God was eager to introduce them to the world and see how they fared. When their Father wasn't looking, Lucifer snuck down to earth under the cloak of night. He sat amongst the branches of the tree of knowledge and awaited the arrival of the humans. While he waited, he daydreamed about what the mortals would look like. Would Adam look Michael? Or perhaps like Raphael? Maybe like himself or Gabriel? Or maybe the best features of all them…? What would Eve look like? He couldn't recall seeing much of his sisters in Heaven since the archangels were kept separate for the time being. After the problems with the Leviathan, God was more weary about mingling the different angels- partly out of fear that the less powerful would be hurt that were angels with greater power and higher rank. “H-hello?” A voice hesitantly called out, sounding rather scared and frail. Perhaps this was Adam or Eve? “Hello, are you Adam?” Lucifer inquired not moving from his branch just yet. There was a pause. “Yes, I am and I am in dire need of help,” the being answered. “Can you help me?” “Of course, I can. I am a child of God and it is what we do,” Lucifer responded, his excitement clouding his judgment. “How may I aid you?” “I am an incomplete being- my other half is missing- and I need more shelter than what I can find. This world is beautiful and terrifying,” He explained. “Can you help me find shelter?” “My brother, you may take shelter in me until Father sends Eve to complete you.” Lucifer nobly offers, descending from the tree and stretching his arms and wings out to the supposed mortal. As they embraced, the melded together as one. Lucifer stilled, his eyes going wide and his body tensing then trembling. He fell to the ground, losing the control he once had over his form as his wings scorched the earth and threatened to set it ablaze as the blackest ink filled his throat and choked him. “Thanks, Brother,” the cretin chuckled darkly inside Lucifer’s head. “You naive winged fool.” “Wh-what are you?” Lucifer sputtered. “The very thing that you attempted to kill all those years ago when I went after your brother when you and yours locked mine away,” the creature hissed. “Enjoy the descent into madness, you self-righteous imbecile.” The next day, Lucifer was able to return home just as the real Adam and Eve were placed on the earth. He flew back to Heaven and sought out his siblings and Father. When they all were gathered, they - except Gabriel who was himself ignored- disregarded his pleas for help and instead scolded him for disobeying the order to remain in Heaven and to leave the earth be, to not interfere. When he tried to speak of the incident, the foul Leviathan inside him threatened his family. “Father, he is a danger to himself and all that is good!” Michael warned. “His pranks have gone from humorous to threatening! If he is allowed to continue to disobey and stay in your good graces all the while, he will set Heaven ablaze and leave all in ruin!” “I understand, Michael, but he is your brother and my son.” God reminded his eldest. “He also bears the burden of the Mark. With that in mind, he may not be himself and I will not condemn him for something that I have cursed him with.” Gabriel sat back and stayed silent. He didn't like this anymore. He didn't know who to believe or what the fate of his mentor and brother really was. He listened as they came to an agreement that Lucifer be monitored for the time being and should his behavior and mentality continue to decline, he would be sent on a one way trip to Hell, banished from Heaven and locked away in a cage of his own making. And it was so. For, years later as the humans flourished and grew as God intended- as the Leviathans should have, Lucifer’s behavior became erratic and ill-tempered. His actions and all the conflict they resulted in caused Gabriel to run away from Heaven and take refuge on earth, where he would hide for ages, posing as a Pagan deity. After a nearly fatal brawl with his brother after refusing to bow to the humans upon God’s wish, he was cast out of Paradise and forced to smelt blades of archangels together to form his own cage as his wings fell to the same ruin as his Leviathan infected mind and grace. He was then locked away with hundreds upon hundreds of seals enclosing him. In his mind, he cowered and cried for help. He desperately wished to tell Gabriel it was not him speaking and acting, that he was poisoned and he was no longer himself. All the while, the Leviathan laughed at him and told him to get comfortable for millenniums would pass before he's ever see even the surface and when he did, it would be ablaze with the unholy flames of the apocalypse. Everything he ever loved would be decimated.

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pixiealtaira · 7 years

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Hives

Pairing: Kurt/Adam

part of Kadam week 2017

Hives

After a run in with Rachel’s taste in laundry detergents…or rather her ‘I heard that so-and-so used this type of detergent and it is way expensive and we have to order it online because Ohio doesn’t even carry it, it is so exclusive’ taste in detergents…way back in 10th grade the third week her knew her, which left him with a rash and itching for three weeks, Kurt never allowed Rachel do touch his stuff. He eased up once, itched for another week and ended up with half his underwear a lovely lavender because Rachel didn’t think she needed to wash her new purple sweater by itself for a while. He tried banning her from using anything other than scent free mild as can be detergents, but that hadn’t worked at all, so he just banned her from his stuff.

He had not thought about the washable items in the rest of loft.

After the snow day, they had one of those ‘emergencies’ that made Kurt consider the mental abilities of both Rachel and Santana.

Rachel was supposed to have been doing dishes. She was supposed to have done them the night before, she didn’t and so Kurt informed her that they had better be done before he got back from classes or she was doing dishes under his watch for the next month as he ran out the loft to make it to his classes. He wasn’t a favored child, he couldn’t afford ‘mental’ days. Santana saw movers across the way who had removed their shirts as they did their heavy lifting. Lesbian though she may be, Santana wasted no time opening the window and catcalling. Rachel went running to watch as well…and drool.

The sink overflowed. The sink overflowed and neither paid any attention to it until their feet at the window across the room started to get wet.

They ‘mopped up’ using every towel, dish towel, and blanket other than his in the loft. Then to cover up that ridiculousness, Rachel washed it all…with a brand new ‘newest trend’ detergent she bought from an on-line store that was dubious at best, just because she heard Madame Tibideaux used it from one of the little trolls that followed her around like a lost puppy.

The scent was so over powering that they then put everything in the dryer with citrusy dryer sheets hoping to cover the one with the other. And sprayed air-fresheners and lit incense and candles.

Kurt had invited Adam home with him for the evening. They’d planned to work on a few mash-ups and then cuddle on the couch and watch TV.

Kurt should have turned them right around and gone off to Adam’s place the moment they walked in and his eyes started to itch, but Adam insisted that even though his eyes were itching as well, that he’d be fine. However both assumed it was some sort of incense or something Rachel had burned searching for her inner eye to point her in the right direction for auditions. Kurt opened the windows to try to air out the loft and they sat in the kitchen area by the open window while they worked their mash-ups. The irritant wasn’t too bad in the kitchen with the windows open.

However it wasn’t really spring yet, and it got chilly. Kurt and Adam decided to move to the sofa and pulled the fleece throw off the back to cuddle into while they watched “Are You Being Served” and Adam pointed out jokes Kurt missed. Kurt had kept his sweater on, but Adam was wearing a long sleeved T-shirt and had pushed his sleeves up.

Adam started to fidget about ten minutes into the first episode they were watching. He said he was fine when Kurt asked though, so Kurt just cuddled closer. By twenty minutes, though, Kurt’s neck had started itching and Adam was scratching his arms and sides and both their eyes were watering so badly that they couldn’t really watch the episode. Kurt threw the blanket off and growled, meaning to stalk off to find Rachel and knew what she’d been burning in the loft.

He didn’t even manage a step. He saw Adam before he could move. Adam was covered in hives and scratching and his face was starting to swell. Kurt grabbed the blanket and sniffed, coughing at the scent which was making his throat itch. In the few second between sniffing the blanket and looking at Adam, Kurt could see the hives on Adams neck were more red and swollen and that Adam was starting to scratch at his neck and Kurt wasn’t certain if it was because his throat was swelling or not.

Kurt cursed and pulled Adam to his feet. He dragged him out the door and to the nearest urgent care health clinic that used a sliding scale for poor college kids. They contemplated sending them elsewhere, and nearly had to as Adam’s breathing become labored. However they had the necessary meds there, which Kurt knew because it was where Brody got his allergy shots, which is how Kurt knew of the place in the first place, so the medical personnel decided to keep them there unless it turned into a ‘serious’ issue with ‘complications’. Kurt worried and paced and called people while waiting.

Kurt called his dad and then sat by Adam’s side as the first shot they gave Adam helped enough that his breathing was normal within a half hour and the swelling in his face and neck went down. He called his boss because it was late and he doubted he’d make it in the next morning. He wasn’t leaving Adam alone even if they made it home before midnight. He called several Apples so they could explain to their teachers the next day that Kurt and Adam weren’t at school but would probably be back the next day but certainly by Monday. That was right after the second shot Adam got in an effort to reduce the hives and his itching. While he was sitting beside Adam after that shot the nurse who came to ask if Adam would like water while he was there noticed Kurt itching and the rash creeping up his neck.

Kurt called Rachel and informed her that if EVERYTHING she’d washed in whatever she washed stuff in wasn’t removed from the loft, and taken to a cleaners and had professionally cleaned in a manner to remove irritants by the time he got home and the detergent wasn’t removed and thrown out completely, he was going to charge her their hospital bills and sue her parents for letting her endanger others by encouraging her insane and usually delusional hero worship. He called Santana to make sure Rachel followed through and informed her he’d tell Brittany that she was making Kurt’s baby soft skin red, rashy and not soft if she didn’t help Rachel clean the loft and sanitize it. Kurt called Rachel a half hour after he received his shot in the rear end. When it was sore and bruised feeling. Later he almost let himself feel guilty for calling the girl when he was tired and worried and in pain…but one look at Adam squashed it.

It took three shots and nearly 12 hours for Adam’s reaction to ease to the point where they could go home. A shot later and even Kurt wasn’t rash free. Kurt was grateful he didn’t break out in hives and didn’t need that shot, although they gave him a shot for the rash and itchiness anyway since it would work faster in that form than pill form. Their clothing was removed and sacked up and they were given scrubs to wear home. Kurt was exhausted and had been near tears since he’d seen the hives, but he hadn’t let himself fall apart yet.

They went home to Adam’s place. After both had showered and changed into soft clothing, they tucked themselves away onto Adam’s bed to sleep. Adam was a bit worried about Kurt. He just kept getting quieter and paler as they get ready to snuggle down for the day. Kurt also looked like he was ready to collapse. Adam was well aware that although he had dozed while at the clinic, Kurt had not.

“I am so sorry.” Kurt said. His voice was soft and Adam could hear the tears in it.

“About what?” Adam asked.

“My stupid roommates trying to kill you? Not making us leave the moment our eyes itched in the first place? Toxic flesh-eating detergents…I don’t know.” Kurt listed off sounding slightly more hysterical with each item.

Adam kissed the top of Kurt’s head and pulled him closer. “None of it was your fault. In fact I am pretty certain you offered to find someplace else to go when we first walked in, I said it would be fine.”

“I wasn’t though! I could have killed you!”

“You didn’t. Furthermore you noticed the hives and swelling before it bugged me enough to feel the need to deal with it.” Adam said, carding his fingers through Kurt’s hair. “It would have been much worse if we hadn’t headed to the urgent care when we did…could have even been ambulance worse. I could have added to my ultimate American experience by adding a ride in an ambulance. See if it’s any different from Britain.”

“Don’t even joke about it.”

“I’ll be fine darling. I’m more worried about you.” Adam said.

“Me? Kurt asked.

“You had a bad reaction as well, and you have to go back and hope they have it cleaned out enough not to cause you issues,” Adam said. “Not to mention when you were chewing her out on your phone it sounded like this wasn’t a completely uncommon thing. What if whatever she gets hold of next is worse?”

“I’ll call her dads. They talked some sense into her in high school; hopefully they will get through to her this time.”

“You could stay here for the next few days?” Adam said quietly.

Kurt smiled. “I could.”

“I mean…just until I have someone go over and make certain things are all right back at the loft.” Adam said. “You could share my bed, just like this. And in the morning we’ll make pancakes.”

Kurt leaned up and kissed a nearly rash free spot on Adam’s neck. “I think that sounds like a plan. I think I might be sleepy, Adam.”

Adam chuckled. “Go to sleep, love. You looked out for me at the docs, I’ll look out for you now.”

“No,” Kurt said between yawns. “I need to stay awake and make sure you’re ok. What if the meds stop working and you can’t breathe!”

“I will be fine and they won’t.”

“But…”

“And if I start feeling at all not on the mend I’ll call the number they gave us immediately.”

“But…”

“Go to sleep, love.” Adam repeated, rubbing Kurt’s back in a soothing motion.

Kurt yawned and Adam rubbed his back while Kurt lost his battle with sleep.

Adam snuggled his sleeping Kurt closer. Kurt stayed with him every moment he could, and had been back by his side within fifteen minutes after his own shot, sitting in a hard chair watching over him. That wasn’t something to scoff at, not something to let go of.

Besides, he rather wanted Kurt a permanent fixture right where he currently was.

#kadam week 2017 #glee fic #kadam

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g-amzees · 7 years

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My little Lighthouse

Title: My little Lighthouse Ship: Gamzee Makara ♥ Tavros Nitram, Other Characters & Ship(s) mentioned. AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9896126

It was four in the evening when Tavros entered the livingroom in quiet, heavy steps. His shoulders and his head hanging, looking dead beat.

Gamzee, who was sitting on the couch and watching tv, took one worried glance at his matesprits face. The thick, dark circles under Tavros’ eyes and the way he swayed on his feet tiredly, was still a sight - even after three sweeps of dating - he was trying to get used to. It was hard to hide his concern. Tavros tiptoed behind Gamzee, leaning down into him, chin dropping on to his head right between those long horns. A soft sigh escaping his throat. “I’m home.”

“Welcome home, bro.” Gamzee turned his head murmuring, placing a small kiss on the others cheek, as he wrapped himself around his beloved neck and just held him.

“Did you, uh, miss me ?”

“‘Bout as much as sopor in my ass, motherfucker.”

“Wow, uh. That’s gross,” Tavros shuddered, then yawned widely, "Charming, as always.”

Gamzee chuckled, then turned around and eased forward, far enough to properly touch Tavros’ overly tired face and stroke his thumbs over that hard jaw. “Yo, when was the last motherfuckin’ time you actually slept ? You’ve been gone for quite the time again, motherfucker. You’re all up and working too motherfuckin’ much, brother.”

“Uh. That, depends,” the other Troll gave him a tired half-smile, “what day, is it, exactly ? And yeah, i know, but uh, i can’t help it.”

“See, motherfucker,” Gamzee sighed and stroked his long, slender fingers through the soft, black hair at the back of his best beloved’s neck. “I bet you didn’t motherfuckin’ eat properly either. Messiahs, you’re getting rid all of that miracle flesh i love to get my cuddles on at.”

And as if on cue, Tav’s stomach rumbled and growled lowdly, begging for attention. “That’s, uh well not, entirely true, I had tuber paste.”

“That’s not real good motherfuckin’ food in the long run, you know.”

“It is when it’s, all you got, uh and you’ve been on a week long stakeout, and need some carbs. Being a, cavalreaper isn’t an easy job, Gamzee, you, uh, you should know that.”

The skinny clown just shrugged at his lover while rubbing through his own black, wild curls, “Yeah, yeah. If you say so, brother. I still think you need to take better motherfuckin’ care of yourself. Why don’t you motherfuckin’ change into some motherfucking chill clothing, while I’m all up heading to the meal block. I’ll make you a motherfuckin’ wicked meal, motherfucker. And after that, you can even have some motherfuckin’ chocolate-pie.”

Tavros drew a big breath, took only a little step back to turn around for the ablutions block and almost immediately stumbled. Gamzee reacted fast, his arm shot out and grabbed the edges of Tav’s dirty uniform, keeping him from toppling over.

“Sorry, uh,” His weary voice sounded slightly embarrassed, “I’m really, dead on my feet, it seems. Thank you, for the catch.”

“What are you all up and apologizing for, Tavbro ?” Gamzee giggled at his lover, “Just hold onto a motherfucker, I can walk you there.”

Tavros blushed in embarrassement, braced a hand on Gamzee’s shoulder and let his sweet clown guide him the short way to the other room.

He chuckled as he watched Gamzee take only careful little steps. “I think, I could get used to this, like having uh, a sexy servant that carries you anywhere.” Another big yawn cracked his jaw.

Gamzee furrowed his brows, “No motherfucker, don’t. This is a special motherfuckin’ service just because you’re all up and about to fall flat on that beautiful face of yours. I wouldn’t want you to break one of 'ya horns.”

Tavros couldn’t have possibly kept that sheepish smile that crawled up from his lips at the others words. “Oooh. Oh, so uh, what else, is included in this, special service ?” He tried to sound suggestive, but he was so exhausted and worn out, that he missed his usual seductive tone.

Gamzee just snorted right away at his best beloved’s poor attempt, “Even tired to the bone, you’re still a motherfuckin’ perv, Tavbro. What a miracle.”

The other Troll just giggled sweetly, too worn out to come up with a worthy reply. Not that he cared anyway, his matesprit was right after all.

“Well, I’ll go to the down and get that miracle-meal ready, then feed you properly and throw you into our motherfuckin coon. Come on down when you’re all up and finished, motherfucker. And please, don’t fall down that stairs.” Gamzee grabbed the stronger one’s hand and pushed him carefully through the door to the ablutions block.

Tavros just smiled blissfully as the door shut close behind his back. Getting out of his uniform was a bit of a drag in his terribly tired state. Since cooking would take his man longer than five minutes, he also decided to take a quick shower. He was dirty after the long week out in the fields, with barely water to drink, and basically none to wash, which was unfortunately required when working for the military. He also smelled grossly like sweat anyway and really didn’t want that to be a huge turn off for Gamzee, after it’s been too long since they saw each other. It maybe was only a week, but with a dangerous job like his, a week could feel like months to him. He likes his job and he thinks it’s honorable, but it’s still risky as fuck, and one can never be all too sure that they’ll return from a mission.

But Gamzee was the light in his life, no matter how dark his missions could be. And they were dark at times, with hope gone and lost, darkness descending. But he always knew he had someone he needed to return to. Gamzee’s existence alone was enough to always guide Tavros home.

He felt extremely refreshed after the hot shower and just a little bit less tired, even if only for the moment. He put on his favorite black shirt, which showed his sign in glimmering bronze color. He also put on the most comfy, clean pants he could find in the small block, which was a pair of Gamzee’s dotted pants. He owns at least nine of those, and Tavros finds that fact really ridiculous, every now and again. But that gave him the opportunity to steal one for himself, over and over again. They were comfortable as fuck, so he doesn’t blame his little clown for adoring them so much. He was also glad Gamzee liked his clothes wide and flexible, or else Tavros wouldn’t fit in, being quite a lot buffer than his slender partner. That would’ve been a shame.

After he finished himself up, he left the block and made his way slowly down the stairs, careful not to topple over, and yawning yet again, as he reached the meal block. He sat down with a whispered I’m back, his elbows resting on the dining table and eyes fixed on Gamzee as he was about to finish off the cooking.

“So, uh. Did anything, exciting, happen to you, this week ?” Tavros’ words slurred a little, tiredness taking over after the heat of the showers settles in. He really was trying hard to stay awake.

“Let’s see, motherfucker. Terezi thought it would be motherfuckin’ hilarious to blow up some of Equius robots, when all he was up and doing was asking me out on a pitch-date. She ended up making a huge fuckin’ mess, man. Eqbro was pissed as all shits and Nepeta had to pap the fuck outta him. Buuuut it really motherfuckin’ was hilarious, brother, i’ll give a sister as much. Karbro came over some motherfuckin’ times to check on a brother. Still takin’ me for a fuckin’ wiggler that can’t take care of himself, checkin’ out if i was eating and such. Didn’t say no to some pale sessions in a pile either, motherfuckin’ craved them even, the little miracle blooded brother. I tell you, it was glorious, i hella love teasing them nubby, sensitive horns,” He brought dishes full of deliciously looking food, put them down on the table and sat down to join Tav, who already got his hands on the silverware, “Oh, you also missed our wicked humans friendos. Johnbro, Davebro and Jadesis were all up and came over for a visit. Rosesis wasn’t with them tho, she’d rather met up with Kanaya, motherfuckin’ long distance relationship and such. Everyone motherfuckin’ gathered up and we had a fine ass dinner. I was up and told them to come by again when you’re around, motherfucker, don’t worry at that. Oh, and Aradia messaged a motherfucker a few motherfuckin’ times and asked me all out 'bout her pale-brother’s status, all fuckin’ worried as all shits about you, but I wasn’t much of a damn help, so we just got our worry on together…. And last but not motherfuckin’ least, work was quite the mixture of hilarity and hell. A brother had orders to cull some of them enemy motherfuckers, but overall, it was just shitty routine, s'all.”

Tavros didn’t respond and chewed lazily on a piece of bread, which had it’s crust cut off because Gamzee knew that’s how his lover liked it.

He couldn’t surpress yet another yawn, nodding with is head and blinking his eyes rapidly in an attempt to keep them open.

“Sorry brother, I am all up talking too much.”

“Hmmm? What, uh no. No, no Gamz, no, ’m sorry. You could, speak forever. I love your, voice, and i could listen, to you all day, and night, and never get bored. I want, to ..hear everything, you got to say. It’s not, you - it’s the, job and uh i’m just really, really beat…”

Gamzee just watched him as he mumbled sweet apologies, smiling softly and being really relieved to have him home. They both had quite dangerous jobs, his man being a cavalreaper and himself as a first class subjugglator. But when Tavros was gone for a week and beyond, a hollow feeling settled in Gamzee’s stomach. A feeling that would never ease until his matesprit walked back through the front door of their hive.

“…You, uh believe me, ..right ?” he asked, sounding only slightly alarmed, as he poked his chocolate pie - which is a dessert he loves and couldn’t turn down, no matter how tired he was - with a fork.

Gamzee gave him a heart-warming smile in return. “Yeah brother, i know as much. S'all good, dearest of brothers.”

By the time the dishes were empty and ready to be pulled away, Tav’s head was burried in his arms on the table.

“Hey,” Gamzee walked over to gently shake his shoulder, “let’s get you to coon. Was a long motherfuckin’ week for a brother.”

“Sex, comes first. Get a bucket.” Tavros mumbled as he had a hard time lifting his head along with his huge and heavy horns, and looked at his beloved with tired, reddened eyes.

“Fuck, bro. That can motherfuckin’ wait 'til some other time,” Gamzee lifted him out of the chair and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek, “you need sleep first. I bet a brother can’t even go up the stairs without motherfuckin’ falling like a pupa.”

“Uuuh. You won’t, let me fall, Gamzee.” Tavros leaned heavily against his mate, nuzzling wearily against the soft skin that smelled like cotton candy. “You never have, before, and even if I, did fall I know, you would catch me. Not. One. Doubt.”

In his exhaustion he might not understand what he was saying, or much it meant, but Gamzee surely did and his heart melted away. Melted at the words he was given, melted at the little breaths that tickled against his skin. He never expected to feel so much for this big, self-conscious, kind, beautiful troll when they first met, but he did, and it only grew stronger with every little moment that passed. And it hasn’t stopped yet, it’s like his heart is expanding with every little affection or sweet word he was given from the other, it might even explode one day. It would explode, just like that, and paint the surroundings with love and purple. That’s what’s going to happen.

They ended up in the respiteblock together, Tavros with both hands pressed against the wall with his little clown in between, leaning in closer and asking Gamzee for a tender good-night-kiss in whispered, sensual words.

Gamzee couldn’t think properly. His favorite troll was way too close to his face, his smell invading his cartilaginous nub, the scent of soap and chocolate making his mind all fuzzy. He thought he was ready for the kiss, they had kissed a billion times before, but nothing could have prepared him for the firm, yet soft press of the other’s lips against his after a long week. The heat that spread from the other through his cold body was instantaneous, his eyes closing as he pressed into Tavros, his hands coming up to grip the man’s muscular arms. Gamzee felt Tav’s big hand slide up to his face, cupping his jaw, their lips moving and sliding together as his head was tilted a bit. His legs threatened to give in, as he felt Tavros then slide one of his hands to the back of his head, his strong fingers weaving through his wild mane and the other gripping one of his horns firmly to pull him even closer. As he felt those fingers brush down the back of his neck, right down the middle, he let out an involuntary moan. He definitely needed to pull away soon. Tavros heard the moan, the sound filling his ears like music and going straight down to his lower stomach. He tightened the grip on Gamzee’s horn, his fingers still caressing the spot on the curly-headed’s neck, reveling in every moan he pulled from the clown as he felt Gamzee slide his hands up over his chest to grip the powerful shoulders, the other’s whole body coming closer. He sucked on Gamzee’s bottom lip, nibbling it a little, moaning against it as he felt blunt claws dig into his back. He took a step closer, bringing his body flush to his matesprit, as he pushed his lips against the others again, harder, the kiss getting deeper.

Gamzee’s hands rubbed gently at Tavros’ muscular shoulders with soothing, circular motions and then draggin his sharp claws down that strong, shivering back. It really was a gorgeous back and Gamzee loved touching the place. Tavros moaned softly, arching into his touch, the spot being a constant weak point for the bronze-blood. The soft, warm lips pushing harder against his own, the kiss running the risk of deepening.

But suddenly, Gamzee pulled back, breaking the tender, sloppy makeout.

“Nnnngh..Nah, bro …stop..” he swatted Tavro’s upper arm, “you’re.. too motherfucking tired to.. start anything.”

“B-But,” he stuttered, voice shaking but quiet, “I’m never, too tired for, a pailing session, really.” To fortify that statement, Tavros leaned in closer and buried his face in the crook of his lover’s neck, sucking on it softly.

Ignoring him, Gamzee put his hands onto Tavros chest and pushed his beloved away, as soft as he knew how to. Though it killed him, he tried to keep his touch impersonal and quick this time, not only for the other troll that really needed a day or two of sleep, but also for his own sake. Just a minute longer, and he wouldn’t be strong enough to stop. Tavros let out a soft sound of frustration, but couldn’t get a firm hold on Gamzee, as he tried to keep his lover pushed against the wall. His dead beat body slumping down into the purple-blood’s arms. Proof he really was completely drained.

Too bad Gamzee couldn’t say the same about his own body. He was careful to keep his lower half from touching Tavros. He needed to calm down fast. Tonight’s not the motherfuckin’ night, my excited purple bone-brother, he thought.

“Kay,uuh. ..Let’s.. let’s hop into, coon.” Tavros’ yawned. His voice had become so hoarse and scratchy, Gamzee had to strain himself to actually hear what he was saying.

“Hell yeah, bro, finally you make some fuckin’ sense.” Gamzee groused a little, but made sure he was careful as he picked up the big bull, and carried him through the rest of the room until they reached the recuperacoon.

“Messiah’s, you’re motherfucking heavy for someone who’s all up and didn’t eat much in a motherfuckin’ week” he complained.

Tavros turned his face into Gamzee’s chest and sighed deeply, a happy and content sound, “Mmmmhmm.”

“Yeah motherfucker, you’re not the brother toting around two-hundred pounds of dead weight.” Gamzee joked some more, “But ain’t no problem for a motherfuckin’ bad ass subjugglator like me. Gainin’ muscles and shit.”

Tavros just snorted quietly at the statement as he lifted himself up and crawled into the pleasant warmth of the coon that was full to the brim with sopor-slime, waiting.

“You, uh, not joining me ?” he asks, staring at the clown in confusion, who just stood there and smiled at his lover, bright and wide like an idiot. “Nah, my man. A motherfucker still got a mission to attend to. I’ll be motherfuckin’ off in a few minutes.” “Oh. Oh god, Gamzee. Fine..,” Tav murmured, rolling over, “Just, be careful. I don’t, even ..ask. It’s an order, i demand that from you. Make sure, you come back in one piece safe and, sound. When i wake up, i need ..y-you.. here…”

“Yeah motherfucker, don’t get all up and worry 'bout a brother.”

“Gamzee..,” Tavros whispered as he closed his eyes and let sleep finally take over, “..love you.”

“Love you too, brother,” Gamzee replied, and his breathlessness was surely due to having hauled Tavros’ big and heavy ass across the hive the whole evening, and not from the lump that was blocking his throat.

Gamzee would always return to him. Tavros was the same to him, as he was to Tavros.

The brilliance of Tavros’ smile, the warm glow of Tavros’ touch and the radiance of Tavros’ presence.

This light, so bright, one could see from hundreds of miles away, would always guide him home.

“I love you motherfuckin’ too, my little Lighthouse. And don’t ever fuckin’ forget it.”

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