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squidlyskeet · 3 years

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Joy Ride -.003

Pairing: StreetRacer!Bakugou x Fem!reader

Genre: TokyoDrift!au, Noquirks!au

Status: Ongoing

TW: violence, blood, firearms, eventual nsfw, 18+, mentions of anxiety and OCD disorders, grand theft auto, gang activity.

Summary:

It started with a simple question, “what do you say Y/n? You coming?”

After the sudden death of her mother, Y/n is sent to live with her estranged aunt halfway across the world in Tokyo, Japan. Weary of what this new adventure might hold for her, she decides to let loose the first night she was there, but how was Y/n supposed to know it would lead to a car chase? A car chase in the the passenger seat of a very angry, very hot, street racer’s super car?

A/n: I have not a clue what’s going on with my text seperator, and these are taking for E V E R TO POST. Don’t mind me, this is just a fic dump at this point. Also I just want to point out that BOLD ITALICS are meant to be words spoken in Japanese. I didn’t realize it wasn’t keeping the font when moving the chapters from my word doc’s to here, so I’ll go back through and edit them so they make more sense. ✌🏻-squidlyskeet.

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“Oi. What the hell is this.” A stern voice gritted out from behind us.

I didn’t understand a word but I knew it probably couldn’t be good. For some reason I felt like this was the infamous Bakugou.

“Oi Bakubro, where were you man. The race is about to start.” The red head, Kiri I think, blasted back in Japanese.

My confusion was spiraling as they continued their conversation. I still hadn’t turned around, and was debating how fast I could turn to leave and walk off without anybody questioning me.

Ochakos attention was taken when Deku signaled her to come over to help with something he was fiddling with, and now I was stuck between two very heated men as they rambled back and forth in Japanese.

In a split decision, I turned my heel and attempted to side step the man behind me. Figuring retreat was my best way out of this.

I made it a few steps before I let myself breathe again but I was halted when I felt a firm grip on my arm and a menacing aura behind me.

“Who the fuck are you?” The voice said, I still hadn’t looked in his direction, and if it were up to me I never would.

“Dude ease up, she doesn’t speak Japanese.” Kiri spoke, before anyone else could get a word in. I look at him in silent thanks, not understanding but would recognize the defensive tone anywhere.

“Tch. Look at me,” The voice, Bakugou, demanded.

I gulped fruitlessly trying to wet my dry mouth, and decided to give in and just look at him. If I dwelled too hard on his blatant hatred, I was afraid a flip would switch and I’d be thrown into a debilitating anxiety attack.

When I finally turned my body around to face him, that same slow motion effect kicked in as I traced his features with my eyes. His full lips were tight and slightly open, showing off his perfectly white teeth clenched underneath. Some of his pale blonde hair fell in his ruby red eyes, which were focused and narrowed on me. He was stunningly handsome, the kind of man you’d do a double take at to make sure he looked as good as the first time you glanced. Only to find out he was better looking.

His body was lean and muscular, the tight fit of his tank top showing off his biceps and forearms. He was bent down, probably trying to intimidate me, and like the other two massive guys he was towering over me too.

In conclusion, Bakugou looked like he was made of all hard angles. From his personality to his body, nothing but ice cold stone.

I didn’t realize I was staring until his gravelly broken English spoke up again.

“The hell are you staring at. Who are you?” His voice came out just as terrifying as before, but he relaxed his grip when I jumped back at his tone.

Heat spread through my cheeks, I was ashamed I was showing such weakness in front of him. I wanted to be confident, especially with a man who looked like him.

I tried to sound confident.

“I’m Y/n L/n, I’m Noel and Mirios niece.” I said, feigning any semblance of a steady voice.

“That’s funny cause last time I checked, Mirio didn’t have a niece.” He deadpanned.

Damnit, I was hoping maybe throwing around titles would get him to get off my case a little. I just wanted to stand with Ochako and wait for the race to start, maybe have her tell me a little bit more about how all this works.

“Well technically, no. I’m actually just Noel's niece but Mirio did tell me to call him uncle, so I’d assume he would be okay with me telling you that. Although this is my first race, so I’m not really sure how or what to..,” I trailed off when one of the guys in a lawn chair whipped around and stared directly at me, obviously overhearing my statement about this being my first race. “Oh no, I wasn’t supposed to say that.”

Bakugou was standing in front of me, brows furrowed in annoyance and confusion. He was looking at me like I had sprouted a second head, and it was making me uncomfortable.

“What?” I directed at him.

“For someone so damn shy, you ramble like an idiot.” He said flatly. At least he was no longer arguing about my identity.

He turned his body slowly, completely losing interest in me and walking back to his car I somehow missed noticing at the front of the lined up cars.

“Oi. Who brought this Nav hoe over here? Someone get her away from the cars.” He yelled over his shoulder.

“Kaachan!” My head whipped to Deku, who stood from the ground, “Don’t talk to her like that, what if she’s actually Mirio’s niece? And you heard what she said. This is her first race.” He yelled back, the deep baritone intimidating, but leaving Bakugou unphased as he kept walking.

“Shut up you damn nerd.”

“Thank you Deku, but I can handle this.” I planted my hands on my hips. There were a lot of things I’d take from people, but degradation wasn’t one of them. My mom taught me that at least.

“You can stomp around having a hissy fit like a child all you’d like Bakugou, but I was invited over here by Ochako and you don’t even know me. So don’t stand there and call me names like you do.” I was huffing in anger when I finished, but quickly calmed down. Immediately embarrassed by my outburst as I noticed every single one of the West side Riders were staring at me, jaws unhinged.

I was a little shaken when I noticed Bakugou had stopped walking midstep, hands clenched tightly at his sides.

Oh my, I think I’m in trouble.

“Hey hey hey, everyone just calm down now. Y/n was it? Hi sweetie,” The yellow haired man from the lawn chair did an awkward walk run to place himself next to me. “I’m Denki Kaminari, hope this isn’t a bad time or anything, hah, but did hear you say…this is your first race?” He threw his arm over my shoulder, with a wicked smirk on his face.

Shit, I thought we were past that and that no one noticed.

“DAMMIT YOU DUNCE FACE.” Bakugou's loud yell brought me back to reality as the third degree was taken from me and placed on Denki.

The other guy in the lawn chair let out a loud laugh, assuming this was the Shinsou Ochako was talking about, I pushed down a smirk when I put together that Denki must catch a lot of crap from Bakugou.

“What? Why does that matter?” I asked the man still leaning on me.

“Shut the hell up Denki, I swear to god.” Bakugou said, and Denki’s wicked smirk turned into a shit eating grin.

Shinsou was full on laughing now, doubled over in fits of laughter at Bakugou’s expense.

“Because little flower, if you are who you say you are, that means you’ll be Bakugou’s Navigator tonight.” Denki’s eyes weren’t on me when he said it, they were on Bakugou. I was happy for it, because while the details didn’t make sense, the statement did. There was no way I wanted to be trapped in the car with an angry porcupine for however long it took to finish a race.

“No she’s not.” Bakuhou’s gravelly voice strained out through his gritted teeth. He was facing us now, sharp features twisted up in anger and looking like he wanted to hit Denki.

I looked at the others, Kiri was openly laughing now, Shinsou has been a mess of laughter since before the spat started, and Ochako and Deku had their faces turned away, mouths covered by hands, and chest heaving in silent giggles.

“Yes she is, you’re the only available squad leader,” Denki stated, before sucking his teeth loudly and checking his nails. His eyes shot back to Bakugou. “That is, unless you want me to get Tenya on the phone and tell him he needs to come fulfill the duty as a squad leader. That’ll do just fine won’t it? Leave this adorable, defenseless flower in the hands of Tenya?”

I didn’t know what Denki said in the second half of his rant, but it seemed serious enough that everyone, even Shinsou, stopped laughing. All eyes were turned to Bakugou.

I thought for a second I saw his cold exterior drop and a look of panic flash across his widened eyes. But it was gone so fast I thought I imagined it.

Everyone stood in tense silence for a second, while I wondered what was going on. It was starting to grate on my nerves how much I was actually left out of simply because I didn’t understand most of their language. It was my own fault, and I’d remember to pester Noel about it until she taught me a few words and phrases.

Bakugou’s shoulders visibly slumped out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look at him, his head still held high but the look of reluctant defeat across painted his features.

“Fine. She can come,” he paused, pointing a finger at me and holding my eyes. “I want you and your gear ready before this race is even finished. When the winner is announced go back to East wall and stay there until I come get you. I’m going to prep until the second round. Don’t bother me.” With his final annoyed statement, Bakugou opened the door of his sleek orange car, shooting me one last look of disdain, got in and left.

Bending down to put my hands on my knees I finally let myself breath normally. Relieved I could have a moment away from Bakugou’s heavy personality.

I felt a hand rub circles on my back before looking up at Ochako.

“I’m sorry, I really should have warned you before I brought you over here. I didn’t think he’d be happy, but I really didn’t think he’d call you names.” She said, apologizing genuinely.

“I honestly can’t believe he caved, I guess all you really gotta do is throw around the boss’s name and he backs off that attitude of his.” Denki piped up from behind Ochako, retreating back to his lawn chair.

“I really wouldn’t push him too far next time Denki. Sure he relents for the boss, but he has limits. You know he doesn’t like having a Navigator.” Kirishima said, injecting himself. His tone sounded scolding and disappointed. I’d be lying if I said it almost made me want to try to cheer him up.

“That’s enough.” Deku commanded.

“Hey, it’s not my fault that bitch left him for-.”

“DENKI. I said that’s enough,” Deku’s firm voice cut over Denki’s antagonizing one. “Kirishima, go check on him and make sure he's okay. Denki shut the hell up from now on.”

Without a word Kirishima pocketed his phone and in one smooth motion got in his car. Within a second he was gone too, all that was left was Ochako and I, Deku and the two bumble heads in the lawn chair.

I felt really bad. That could have gone way better than what it did, and now I have to try and Navigate for Bakugou. Jesus, how am I supposed to tell Noel and Mirio.

“Izu, I’m gonna go help get Y/n ready and then we are going to go watch the start of the race. I have my phone if you need me.” She yelled in Deku’s general direction to which he replied with a flick of his wrist practically dismissing her. I caught the look of surprise on her face, and watched it melt into anger.

Lord have mercy on that man's soul for later.

“Alright Y/n, lets go get your equipment, and I’ll give you a few pointers.” She smiled back at me, warming my soul and easing some of my anxiety.

Maybe this wouldn’t be that bad.

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It definitely was that bad.

Round one just ended and Mirio won, I guess people bet on these things, earning Mirio a lot of money. I remembered leaning over the edge of the hip high wall of the parking deck, looking down over the road trying to spot the obnoxious yellow vehicle through the maze of buildings and sidewalks.

My breath caught as the previously mentioned car shot around the corner in a wide arc and straightened out only to move so fast I could hardly see them. The next thing I knew a yellow flare was being shot into the sky and Mirio was being announced the winner.

Which lead me to right now.

Mirio had just backed into his parking spot, and Noel was cheering about how fast he went in the straight shot.

The thought brought me back to Ochakos mini lesson, ‘A straight shot is a part of the track where there are no turns, not even any curves. Drivers can make up the time they lost trying to drift around curves because they can’t go as fast. Now I’m going to show you a little secret...’.

I was trying to memorize it in my head when Noel caught my attention.

“What’s that stuff for honey, we were only racing once tonight. I don’t need another set.” She said, her brow furrowed in confusion.

“Well you see, I uhh- ImetagirlnamedOchakoandshewantedmetomeethersquadsoIdidandthenImetBakugouandIaccidentlyspilledaboutthisbeingmyfirstraceandnowIhavetoNavigatrforhim.” I was breathing heavy when I was done, and Noel planted her hands on her hips.

“I can’t fucking believe this, I’m sorry you what?” She demanded.

“All I’m saying is I see why you wanted me to say this wasn’t my first race. Now I have navigate for the angriest man at this stupid meet. Is there any way out of this?” I said while pleading with my eyes.

“Mirio.” She shot over her shoulder.

Said man, turned to look around and abruptly left the conversation he was having next to his car.

“Yes baby?”

“Tell him what you just told me.”

“Uhg. I accidentally may have let slip that this is my first race to the west side team. Now I have to Navigate for Bakugou.” I was getting tired of repeating myself, I wanted answers.

“Well I suppose it could be worse. It could be Teny-.”

“Mirio!” Noel slapped his arm.

He sighed before starting. “I’m sorry little chick, there isn’t anything I can do. You technically are a part of the East side Riders now as long as Noel and I are together. Even if you don’t race, all family members are a part of it. It’s tradition. New members are initiated by Navigating for a different side's squad leader. It’s meant to be that way so a third person party can tell if the person is worthy of joining.

This may seem like fun and games, and most of these people are irrelevant. But every person here who is on a squad has to either be ready to drive or navigate at a moment's notice. Usually under more stressful circumstances, but we won’t get into that. The reason you have to ride with Bakugou is because he is the only squad leader available without a permanent Navigator. I have Noel, and Monoma has Kendo. The south side is out of the question.” He shrugged as he finished.

That was a lot to process. Does that mean I’ll be a part of a gang or something? Jesus. What did I get myself into. All I wanted to do was have a few drinks and go fast in a car and now look.

My god I’m a train wreck, and my stomach was clenching with every passing second.

The gong sounded, and the announcer's voice sounded off through the speakers again.

“Gear up, round two starts in ten minutes!” It sounded like he was screaming, but I couldn’t really tell with blood rushing in my ears.

Noel has the bridge of her nose pinched between her fingers, her foot tapping on the floor. When she finally huffed and looked at me, I made it a point to look at anything that wasn’t directly back into her piercing cat like eyes.

“Look at me,” I finally relented, and snapped my sight directly back at hers. “If you get hurt in any way, psychically, emotionally, shit even if he hurts your feelings. I’ll kill him.”

As if on cue, the rumble of a motor popped over the bump in the entrance and maneuvered it’s way around the sea of cars. I didn’t have to look over my shoulder to know it was a burnt orange sports car with a fuming blonde in the drivers seat as the tires came to a screeching halt behind me.

“Get in.” Bakugou’s deep raspy English left no room for argument.

Noel nodded after me before reaching out to wrap me in a hug. I returned it thankfully.

“You’ll do great.” She whispered in my ear before releasing me.

I counted to ten before turning around taking a few steps to Bakugou’s passenger door. I looked through the windshield at the headrest only to find it bare, and sighed in relief. I was putting things together in my head, and as far as I could tell, some stitching on the headrest indicated a person belongs there. Permanently. And if it’s not your name, it’s not you.

Man this is the worst walk of shame I’ve ever taken, and it didn’t help that Bakugou kept his eyes on me the entire time.

I finally pulled open the door, standing back when I remembered the car doors opened up and not out. I slid in, taking in the interior of the car. It was leather, like real leather. It felt warm and nice on the exposed skin of my back between my crop top and jeans. I could feel there was no cushion though, probably just leather stretched over hard plastic meant to keep the bucket seat stable at high speeds. The color scheme was hunter green and orange with neons under his dash, lighting up the floorboards.

I didn’t know much about cars but I knew enough to know that this car probably cost a lot of money. Whether he built it or bought it I had no idea, but either way it was a fortune. The dash displayed a screen bigger than a computer, and when I looked behind me there was no back seat, just six nondescript silver tanks. All neatly stacked in racks with hoses coming out of the tops and disappearing into the floorboard.

“Shut the damn door.” Bakugou snapped at me, pulling me out of my inspection.

I jumped when he spoke but quickly regained composure and reached for the door handle.

“Tch. Not like that.” He reached across me brushing his arm against my collarbone and pressed a button on the side of the dash. I turned my face to the side to try and hide the glowing red that creeped up my neck while the door started closing automatically. When the door finally closed my blush burned hotter as I got a face full of what the inside of his car smelled like.

Heavenly. A perfect mix of sweet and spicy. Sandalwood, and gasoline. And something sweet. Was that..

Burnt sugar?

Whatever it was, the smell mixed together in my nose fogging my brain.

Without moving out of the way for other people in case they needed to get through, he pressed his foot down on the third pedal beneath the dash and shook the shifter in the middle before reaching behind my seat, obviously trying to find something.

I stifled a giggle unsuccessfully when I caught sight of his shift knob. It was short, sunk down further into the center console compared to Mirio’s which sat higher. I was giggling though, because the shift knob was a grenade.

“Something funny?” Another short jab.

“No no, I was just admiring the shifter.”

“What, you don’t like it?”

“No I do, I was just thinking that’s a very Bakugou thing to have.” I replied.

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean? I can’t fucking do this.” He growled out the last part in Japanese, thoroughly confusing me and shutting me up.

Something for the second time tonight landed in my lap, the familiar straps indicating it was a seatbelt. Or, more accurately, a harness.

“You have two minutes to attach that to the seat and put it on, after that we are going and you don’t want to be out of a seat belt for the exit.” The last part sounded more like a threat than anything else and it sparked my limbs into moving.

He didn’t think I could do it, well I’d show him.

But after a minute I realized the slots were different than the ones Mirio had, and instead of five points there were eight points of attachment. I fumbled to try and get them into the slots when I finally figured out how they went in. It wasn’t the most comfortable sitting arrangement known to man, sitting practically backwards and trying to fanangle the small silver pieces into their designated holes but I refused to ask the hotheaded blonde for help.

Thinking about him caused my eyes to unconsciously shoot in his direction, he had a look of annoyance on his face and if you squinted hard enough you could almost see amusement.

A sadist through and through. Gaining amusement out of my struggling.

Finally I had the damn thing in place, and when I went to sit down back in the seat I heard a thump from the inside of the car on Bakugou’s side.

Pulling the harness in place, and finally clicking the last buckle together I looked up to find Mirio leaning against the door and looking into Bakugou’s car.

Bakugou kept his face and eyes straight, almost like he refused to make eye contact.

“Are you all strapped in little chick?” Mirio had his signature smile while he addressed me with his new nickname. I actually like it, cute but at the same time platonic.

“Yup.” I replied with a smile of my own, trying to ease his tension and my own with the false pretense.

“Got all your equipment?” He asked, but this time his face was pointed in Bakugou’s direction. His eyes held a glare, but he kept his voice light as he spoke to me.

“Yup look!” I reached down to the floor showing Mirio all my stuff. I was pretending at first, but this time around it was genuine.

“Good. Have fun little chick. Don’t get hurt okay, your aunt will kill me.” He waved, and Bakugou revved his engine clearly ready to go.

Bakugou was about to take off when just as he was about to put it in first gear to leave Mirio grabbed the steering wheel and leaned down, invading Bakugou’s personal space.

“If anything, and I really mean anything happens to her, I’ll string you to the side of the building and count the seconds till you stop breathing. You hear me?” Mirio’s voice changed when he changed languages, his tone was dark and menacing as he spat the words out.

Bakugou revved the engine again, visibly clenching the grenade shifter harder.

“Loud and clear.” The Japanese words his only reply before he slammed the car in first gear and took off towards the exit.

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#my hero academia #this took a lot longer than i thought it would #bnha au #mha #uhgggg #bnha fluff #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou katsuki #tokyo drift #tokyo #bnha angst

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tinkonka · 3 years

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sirinoel: trapped in the past

setting: after the mishap at the horror storytelling session. words: 2,448. content warning: descriptions of organs/disturbing imagery. characters: sirius gibson, noel levine, claire elford this was originally intended to be platonic, but i don’t mind for it to be romantically interpreted! enjoy :)

It is not unfamiliar to Sirius how ostracized 'witches’ are by the world around him. He wouldn't know if a person before him was a heinous witch, nor would he take out his frustrations on someone in the first place, unlike the many members of the public that did so without hesitation. It was the way of the society before him - witch, bad. Nicholas, mayor of Ribecca, good. Although Sirius knew that execrable man was buried 6 feet under, his distaste for him still sat sour on his tongue.

To him, and him only, he was the villain, and she was his hero. Lady Dorothy, who had taken him in, shown him love. Surely, someone as compassionate as her would be rendered a good person in society - he was doubtful he was the only one with whom Lady Dorothy had shown kindness. And yet like puppets on a string, the public ate up the artificial story like a moth to a flame. She went down in history as an unwelcome demon.

So of course it was reasonable for Sirius to be upset, yes? Though the curses he had spat out whilst bombarding Ashe with feeble kicks and punches may have been unnecessary, the words of disdain that had slipped out the researchers mouth was deemed a perfect excuse to shut him up. It was explainable that the others would defend him, given his reaction, and yet here Sirius sat, gaze fixated on his hands which were quivering in response to the thoughts that seemed to be burning into his mind.

It was the only thing he wanted to look at. He was sure if he glanced up to pay mind to some inanimate object, he would witness the horrific incident 12 years ago for a second time, where Lady Dorothy had so hastily departed from his life. Organs spread along the walls, gouged out eyes scattered as if they were merely childlike toys - as if the room in which multiple people died were a playroom. Blood, blood, so much blood. The smell was suffocating.

And lo and behold, he was alone. Alone in this wretched room. Most days, he would find solace in his own company, but now it felt like his own shadow was taunting him from another world, prompting him to think of 'what if's despite the tragedy having been over for a long time.

She would come back, he told himself. No matter how long he would have to wait, his heroine would come back and he would prove them all wrong.

"Just keep calm... it's over. She will come back." He whispered, willing himself to keep the tears down, to keep the 12 years of trauma secreted. Honestly, the one moment he wished to let out his emotions, and there were people inhabiting the once lonesome mansion. The size of the place made it so he was confident that he wouldn't be heard, but given the circumstances he didn't have much doubt someone would come to say some pointless words.

Consolation, resentment, neither mattered to him. Simple sympathetic platitudes wouldn't cure his unhappiness.

And as he seemed to predict the future, there came a couple of knocks that snapped him out of his stupor. Followed by a few moments of silence, and then they began for a second time, accompanied by calls for him by two familiar sounding voices.

At this hour? Sirius grumbled to himself, forcing himself to look to the clock. Luckily for him, the sudden spikes of dissonance had grounded him back to reality, and Lady Dorothy's bedroom appeared as it was mere minutes ago. No mustached man pointing a revolver at him, no intestines thrown around as if they were party streamers.

He was safe. And he hoped this would remain, as he promptly stood up to answer the door. Hands still trembling ever-so-slightly, he rubbed his face, just in case some tears had fallen astray without his knowledge. With hesitance, he twisted the knob and opened it slowly.

"Sirius!" Ah, it was Noel and Claire. Predictable.

"Siriuuus!!" Claire exclaimed, overjoyed to see his presence for some reason he fails to comprehend. Combined with Noel's excited smile, the two of them being here, and Claire's usual jubilant demeanor despite the dreary circumstances... frankly, Sirius was baffled.

"Ugh, what's wrong with you two? Do you know what time it is?" He grumbled, a scowl set on his face per usual.

"Wah! Sorry!" came Claire's apology.

"We're sorry!" Noel added. Honestly, the two of them are still doing this?

"...What are you here for?" Sirius decided on saying, his expression softening as he gazed over his two childhood friends.

"...We were worried..." Noel replied, rubbing his arm with his left hand meekly. He chuckled weakly with a small smile. "Haha, though I guess you're okay... Hm?"

Unwarranted, Noel took a step closer to Sirius, squinting with concentration as he analyzed the smaller males face. Aforementioned smaller male was definitely not having the best night - and in response to this, took a step back.

"Whatever do you think you're doing? I'm fine, see?" He scowled. Maintaining eye contact, Sirius could see (even with only one side of his face) that Noel had found what he was searching for.

"...Have you been crying?"

...What?

"...Huh?"

"Your eyes are swollen... and you're a little red." Noel continued with a worried expression, gaze still centered on Sirius' face.

"Oh, dear!" Claire exclaimed, moving forward to stand adjacent to her light-haired companion. "Are you sure you're okay? Can we come in? I'm great at cheering people u-"

"I don't want your flimsy condolence!" Sirius waved a hand dismissively, his face heating up. "I'm fine. I don't need to be consoled. You'd do well to just leave me be."

"Whaaat?! That's not true! Everybody wants help when they're upset, right?" Claire argued obliviously, placing her hands on her hips. Seems she had yet to figure out when Sirius was genuine, that at certain times talking back was deemed a personal attack. Her energy then dulled as she fixed her stare on Sirius' face with a smaller smile than before - one that was sympathetic rather than joyful. "We're here for you, okay? You can tell us-"

"What part of 'leave me alone' do you fail to comprehend?! You're as thickheaded as you've always been- everything was just FINE before you decided to come back!" Sirius shot back angrily, his hands balling into a fist as he progressively got frustrated.

"...Come back?"

Ah, shoot. A slip of the tongue - as composed as he usually was, Sirius found himself seething at her words that likely had good intent - and had so senselessly spat out things he had wished to keep to himself.

"What do you mean, 'come back'? I haven't come here-"

"AHHRGG! Just forget it, okay?! It doesn't matter!" He could feel the tears building up, and yet he stupidly preserved. "Just leave as you did all that time ago! See if I give a damn!"

"Sirius, stop." Noel, who had been keeping his silence, placed his hands on Sirius' shoulders, appearing stern - something extremely foreign to Sirius. He was too stunned to take Noels hands off his shoulders - his serious expression wasn't something Sirius had witnessed before. "...Claire, would you mind leaving us alone for a little?" He turned to the shorter girl beside him, who in response, nodded with a meek expression.

"...Let me know if you need anything, alright?" She mumbled, and with that, she walked off with her head hung low.

Now with the usually boisterous girl absent, Sirius' attention immediately turned to the more pivotal objective - not to confront Noel, who undoubtedly had things to say, but to keep the lump in his throat down. It had been years since Sirius had cried, and with company, he didn't want to start now. He couldn't start now.

Head spinning, no words left his mouth as Noel led him into his room, shutting the door behind him as he led Sirius over the desks in which he would spend a long amount of time slumped over, attempting to complete some work. Upon seeing the protective charms he had recently finished, he was once again reminded of his precious violet-haired witch.

And the world turned red.

Suddenly heaving for breath, Sirius slumped over, his hands rushing up to his face in an attempt to hide from the horror that had befallen him. The pungent, estranged smell of blood that he hadn't suffered for years had quickly made its home back in his nostrils. And before he knew it, the anguish he had worked so hard to conceal came pouring out in a single go.

He was too far gone to hear the cries of alarm that undoubtedly came from his childhood friend, too trapped in the past to realize he was now on the ground, curling up instinctively as he sobbed out years of pain.

And as quickly as it started, it halted with a foreign warmth that had enveloped his body, eyes flying open to reveal aforementioned childhood companion holding Sirius in a tight hug.

"Take deep breaths. You're fine, you're safe." He could hear him properly now. Noel's smooth voice never failed to ground him, whether had been an explosive outburst or being too wrapped in a book - Sirius would recognize his voice no matter what the circumstance.

And with no hesitation, Sirius melted into the touch. It was comical how long he had denied needing to be held, how he had voiced his distaste for physical affection - and yet he had so quickly surrendered his boundaries.

"I- I-"

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here." came the comfort that he swore he detested. He clung onto Noel's blazer tightly as he wept and wept - and he wondered if he held on tight enough he would be able to prevent Noel from leaving.

If he kept Noel close, perhaps he wouldn't have to be alone again.

And thankfully enough, Noel showed no signs of departing any time soon. He seemed content to hold Sirius for as long as he needed, making the effort to continue the small circular rubbing motions on Sirius' back, which were accompanying soft shushing noises - both of which were helping tremendously.

"I promise you that Claire means no harm - none of them do." Noel murmured quietly after a few minutes, head dipping into Sirius' hair. "Ashe may have spoken out of line, but that's no reason to resort to violence, okay? His words may have hurt... but there were other things you could've done."

All Sirius could do in response was hiccup softly, having no energy for some verbose remark. He understood that - he was never one to act erratically, and his sudden desire to hurt also left him surprised. But Lady Dorothy? A murderer? It was as if his pain was no longer valid - like his attachment to the witch was inferior.

He'd be damned to let the researcher continue. To let him slander his heroine even more. Despite that, he wished he could've responded more appropriately - a course of action that didn't require physical abuse.

"...I'm sorry..." He managed to croak out, leaning further into Noel's chest. He could hear a small chuckle leave the taller boys mouth - and now pacified, he knew he meant more good than evil.

"Now, now, where's this meekness coming from?" Taking his arms off of Sirius' back (much to Sirius' dismay), Noel placed them on Sirius' cheeks, forcing the lilac haired boy to meet Noel's single cerulean eye. "Where's the headstrong guy that I know and love?"

"...Quit using words like that, you." Sirius, now feeling a little better, got up on his own and gently took Noel's hands away so that he wouldn’t feel the heat on Sirius’ cheeks. "An apology is an apology. I don't need to possess a certain demeanor to feel remorse."

"Haha." giggled Noel, his usual smile returning to his face. "I know. But... I'm not the one you need to apologize to."

"...Yes, I understand." Sirius replied quietly, his gaze shifting downwards. It's not like he didn't feel apologetic - he just felt like he was owed an apology as well. If simple words from a mere stranger were able to bring him to his lowest point, then surely he was guaranteed some words of remorse, right?

"...Well, I'm feeling sleepy, so... you can leave." Sirius muttered, getting back up on his feet. An awkward close to the emotional outburst, yes, but Sirius was in no mood to spare feelings at this moment. Luckily, Noel knew of his hidden sincerity, evident as he stood up along with Sirius.

"Right, okay. Are you... going to be alright?" Although Noel had just spent time consoling him, he was still able to show some additional concern. How he did that effortlessly, Sirius had no clue.

"Yes, I'll be alright." He sighed, bringing a hand to his face to wipe the tearstains. "...Thank you. For... uh." At a loss for words, he gestured to his undoubtedly red face. "Assisting."

"Don't mention it. I'm happy to help." Noel smiled softly in response, and walked past Sirius with a pat on the shoulder. "Goodnight, Sirius."

"Goodnight to you as well." Sirius replied, and with the click of a now shut door, Sirius was alone. However, this time it was okay. He found solace in the silence, rather than before where it seemed to choke him.

With a deep, long sigh, he made his way over to the bathroom, washing his face with cold refreshing water. Taking a look at himself in the mirror, he cringed - it had truly been a long, long time since he had seen himself look this upset, so teary-eyed and, quite frankly, disgusting.

But strangely, he felt relieved. He hadn't realized how much he needed to cry. It was amazing how light his head felt after only a few brief moments of tears. It was... nice, for a change.

Padding over to his bed, he crawled in, and with another sigh, he let his eyelids shut, welcoming the hopefully dreamless sleep that enveloped him quickly with a heavy, comforting mist.

And as he drifted off, he could hear the familiar sweet melodies of the woman he held so dear, sending him off to sleep as she did 12 years ago when he was plagued with nightmares. No longer did the memory of her bring him sadness, but instead, as he slowly fell into his thoughtless slumber, it brought happiness.

And for the first time in years, he fell asleep with a smile.

#witch's heart #sirius gibson #noel levine #claire elford #this took a few days to write whoops

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rainbowserenity · 4 years

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uhhh so this is @comeonlight and @lightning4ever‘s faults 8))) I didn’t expect to write anything else this year due to massive amounts of stress, but....this happened. it’s silly but also kind of nsfw?? idk but HAPPY HOLIDAYS, here is some OTP ridiculousness and here’s to hopefully more in 2020! I love you guys, thank you all for the support you’ve given me and keep giving me <3333333333

The thing about having game night at Fang and Vanille’s place was that the size of the place was immediately obvious when they all gathered. It was fine for two of them, but nine people? It was a wonder the floor didn’t cave in.

They all usually got around this by having Snow sit on the floor, while everyone else crammed onto the loveseat and couch. Sure, there were extra chairs, but they were at an awkward height for the coffee table - not to mention that Fang and Vanille had an ever-changing roster of foster animals that like to use the chairs as beds.

So whenever game night happened at Fang and Vanille’s place, Lightning swallowed her pride and would do something she never thought she would ever do:

She sat on Hope’s lap.

It worked out, for the most part. After all, they were a couple, and stuff like this wasn’t out of the ordinary. It just....well, had a massive PDA vibe to it, and Lightning wasn’t one for that kind of stuff.

But these were their friends and it was better than sitting on the floor. The others teased them for a bit, but after the first few times, Lightning started looking more and more forward to those nights they’d drink and play cards at Fang and Vanille’s, because she’d have a dumb excuse to stay close to Hope without it being weird and obvious.

Sappy? Yeah. But Hope seemed to love those nights as well. She got used to having his arm slide around her waist, or his chin on her shoulder. It was comforting.

"Comfy?”

Lightning nodded. “Are you?”

He grinned. “Always.”

They were two hours into a card game and they were all relaxed and happy (and in Sazh and Fang’s cases, pleasantly buzzed). Lightning had even found herself huffing with laughter at one of Snow’s stupid jokes, which was quite a feat.

However, at one point, she was aware that there was something growing a bit uncomfortable. She kept moving around on Hope’s lap, struggling to find the best way to sit without making his legs go numb.

It wasn’t until she heard Hope suck in a quiet breath that she realized what was happening.

Oh.

Lightning turned to face him a bit. Hope was gripping the back of the couch like a lifeline. She could tell that he was calling on every possible ounce of concentration to keep a neutral expression on his face, but there was no hiding the fire in his eyes when their gazes met.

She glanced away and swallowed heavily, struggling to keep her own expression level. It didn’t help when Fang took once look at them and started snickering, though luckily everybody ignored her.

There were, of course, a bunch of ways this could turn out:

One, they would ignore this like adults and keep hanging out with their friends. A plausible option, Lightning thought, although she had a feeling Hope would vehemently disagree.

Two, they could duck out early and leave, knowing Fang would probably laugh and spill the beans, but who cared? Maybe Hope had a teenage fantasy of having a quickie in the car. Lightning never had, but then again, she never thought she’d be in any sort of romantic relationship, so anything was possible.

Three - and this was by far the worst option - they could be totally obvious and sneak off into the bathroom. Or maybe Hope could sneak off in there alone, although his slack were very loose and comfortable and left pretty much nothing to the imagination.

Lightning was trying to think of a fourth option where she just sat here all night until Hope, uh, calmed down, when Fang suddenly got up from her spot on the couch.

“Yo, Sunshine! C’mon, you and me and Serah should go for a beer run, yeah? We’ve gotta restock, anyway.”

“Uh.” Lightning stared at her, knowing exactly what she was doing. However, the not-so-little predicament under Lightning’s lap was having an extremely curious effect of turning her mind to mush. If they hadn’t been surrounded by their friends, there was no doubt in her mind that she’d been moving her hips juuuust right...

“Store’s just around the corner. We’ll be back in plenty of time.” Fang smirked.

Everyone else was staring at them now. Clearly Noel and Serah had figured out what was going on, because Noel looked extremely awkward and Serah seemed about to burst with giggles. It was only a matter of time before the others caught on.

Would Lightning let herself be embarrassed this way? Hell no!

“Sounds good. I could use the walk,” she replied.

Then, in a move only befitting of a former solider, she swiftly stood - ignoring the quiet noise of protest Hope made - and slammed a pillow in his lap in the span of about half a second. Obvious, yeah, but if no one saw anything....

Fang’s shoulders shook. Now even Sazh was trying not to laugh. Maybe the pillow really had been too obvious.

Hope cleared his throat, sitting up a bit and hugging the pillow to himself. “We’ll just hold down the fort here. No big deal.”

Now Fang barked out a laugh. “You should come too, Hope.”

Bad, bad, baaaad choice of words, Lightning thought. She was about to retort when Hope suddenly stood, still holding the pillow casually at waist-level, if one could even do such a thing causally. “I, um - I need to use the restroom.”

“You need the pillow for that?”

For some reason, that was what made Hope finally blush. “I need it for....back support.”

The Goddess had no mercy on them, because Snow joined in the conversation. “Is that what they’re calling it?” He snickered. “I thought Light was you ‘back support’.” He made air quotes, like anyone could possibly not understand.

“Yeah.” Fang laughed again. “You gonna leave her hanging?”

There was a pause where things were nearly quiet - or would have been, without everybody snickering or trying not to laugh.

Then, to Lightning’s absolute shock, Hope suddenly grabbed her hand and yanked her across the room, shoving them both into the tiny bathroom and slamming the door behind them.

The catcalls and whoops were just barely muffled by the closed door. Lightning knew she probably should have been embarrassed and annoyed and whatnot, but Hope was staring at her with that fire in his eyes and that was all she cared to focus on.

“Hope - ”

“I can handle you sitting on my lap, Light. I’m not some kid who can’t control himself.” He leaned in close and caged her between his arms, her back against the wall. Her traitorous hands went to his waist, skimming the waistband of his pants, to which he leaned in and let out a low groan next to her ear. The noise shot heat between her legs so quickly that she lost her breath for a second. “But for some reason, tonight...I just couldn’t focus on anything but you. And then you kept moving and all I wanted to do was bring you home and keep us in bed for the next week.”

Even before they’d started their relationship, Lightning had been very aware that Hope was an adult. She did occasionally have fleeting thoughts of when he was a shy but determined teenager who knew nothing about the world, and those thoughts were always met fondly.

It was times like now, however, that she was very aware that he was very much an adult....and she was very much attracted to him.

“You still could,” she replied in a low, breathless voice. Her hands were trembling to unbutton his pants. “They’ll already know what we’re doing in here.”

Hope flicked his tongue against her ear and she moaned, trying to keep it down. The sound apparently made something in Hope snap and he grabbed her legs, lifting them up so she could hook them around his waist. She let out a sharp gasp, their heads instinctively turning to seek each other’s mouths in a desperate kiss.

“I can’t wait another second,” he growled against her lips, and there was something about him manhandling her that just left her gone. They shoved aside just enough of their clothes and it was all she could do just to hold on, not caring about the muffled sound of their friends right outside the door. All it did was remind her to try and stay quiet.

“Later,” Hope murmured against her ear, gripping her thighs tightly like that was the only thing keeping him upright. “Later, when we get home, I’m gonna drag you to bed and do things with you so that you can’t help but scream.” He moaned, not doing as well to hide the noise as she was....not that she was being all that quiet. “Do you want that, Light?”

“Yes,” she gasped, one of her hands gripping his hair. Her fingers twisted in the strands and her head fell back, knocking against the wall, but it felt like nothing compared to what he was doing to her. “Yes, please - !”

They needed to keep kissing in order to stay quiet, but it was impossible when her breath was continuously taken away. It was ridiculous - they were in a tiny bathroom, their friends were right on the other side of the door, and they were both in for the most embarrassing moment of their lives when they came out.

But god was it worth it.

When they’d finally come down from the high and she was able to stand without her legs feeling like jelly, they rearranged their clothes and Hope fixed his hair somewhat. The bathroom door creeeeeeeaked open.

Seven pairs of eyes instantly swiveled towards them.

Hope cleared his throat. “I, uh - ” Cough. “I have an extremely complicated series of buckles on this pair of pants. It requires three hands and a lot of effort.” Lightning thought of how easily she’d undone the zipper and wisely said nothing.

“Sure.” It was Fang who replied after an incredulous pause. “And I’m bettin’ those buckles were very entertaining.”

Serah was the first one to start cracking up. It wasn’t long before everyone - even Hope and Light - followed. Sure, she was embarrassed and they would never hear the end of it. Maybe she’d regret letting hormones, of all the crazy things, get the best of her.

But that repeat performance she’d been promised?

Worth it.

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noel-byers · 5 years

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What monsters do you fight? || chapter O2

Chapter O1 • Chapter O2 • Chapter O3

Words: 1650

N/A: the girl in the gif with Noel is Melissa

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If there was a place where surely a girl was hiding to cry she was definitely under the terraces of the garden, where they usually played rugby matches. In fact, she was under the seat, with her knees on her chest and her shoulders clutching her bent head. I could hear his sobs and his breath trying to stifle his noisy cry. I slowly approached her and seeing that she still hadn't noticed my presence, I coughed putting both hands in my pockets. Melissa looked up and only then could I see her swollen and red eyes. That piece of shit had reduced it to a rag with a few but sharp words. "Cigarette?" I asked, taking the named item out of a pocket of my jeans.

"I...I don't smoke" she said, sniffling. Ah man that sucks the mucus.

"Better this way" I replied with a shrug. "You will ruin only your breath and your lungs. Smoke isn’t cool kid, unless you want to destroy yourself. Which is really cool” I said with a little irony as I tried to light my beloved cigarette.

A few moments passed in silence until Melissa said lightly to me "Did you see it all?"

"Yep" I replied immediately taking out a cloud of smoke from my lips "You don't have to fear anything, you won't lack respect next time" I said capturing the blonde's attention "It's an insult to the male gender to take it out on a woman when it's ten against one” I continued shaking my head.

"But he had all the reasons in the world, in short, look at me...I'm like all the girls...I thought to impress the bad boy of the school and take his best part out of him...but I just deluded myself" the girl explained, sniffing again.

"Listen to me, Melissa, first of all take my flannel shirt and blow that nose...my heart is crying to sacrifice my favorite dress but I don't have handkerchiefs, so blow your nose before I change my mind" I said handing her my shirt, which she immediately grabbed looking at me, puzzled but not refusing my order.

"You're really weird, ehm..." he stopped, looking into my eyes and making me realize that I hadn't introduced myself yet. I put the cigarette between my lips again and brought my hand closer to shake her in education.

"Noel, Noel Byers" she raised an eyebrow.

"Melissa Danielsen, as you will already know. Are you the sister of the missing child?"

"I would prefer you to call him Will, I'm sick of people cataloging him as a poor outcast" he said pulling up a heavy sigh "Going back to us, I know how you feel now, you'll surely be wondering what made you sell your virginity to that asshole of Billy Hargrove, and many other things that surely do not positively depict your person" Melissa nodded silently “Stop being so hard on yourself, you are young and in fact we are both young and in this adolescence we make so many mistakes" my cigarette, making her realize that as far as I was an employee I hated being under a stupid habit.

"The truth is that in the coming days people will stare at you, laugh at you and make you jokes of bad taste, and you don't have time to cry, you have to be strong, you have to growl and let the comments slip away that are not worth it to listen. Probably the same girls that Billy uses as a sex toy will tease you, but you don't listen to them, i mean, you know which pulpit the sermon comes from" I explained, sucking up some tobacco.

"Not forgetting that I will no longer have friends on my side..." Melissa commented disconsolately.

"And who the fuck am I? Santa Claus?" I asked slightly strangely "I almost blew the head of Billy Hargrove for you and probably because I'm a bit feminist. But first of all I did it for you” I concluded with a shrug.

"Thank you..." she replied with a small smile.

"And then, as strange as it may seem, I have a couple of friends too, and they certainly think like me" I continued to cheer her up letting an almost maternal smile show on my mouth "But now you raise your blonde ass, let's go to the bathroom to rinse your face, you blow your nose with real handkerchiefs and I'll walk you home, huh?” I suggested standing up with a jerk and pulling Melissa by the arm in a playful way, urging her to follow me and she choked and consented.

"All right, as long as you wash your mouth a little, hell, you smell obscene tobacco"

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By evening he had fallen on Hawkings and tonight we strangely breathed less heavy air in my house. It was probably because Bob had come to visit us. He and my mother had been dating for a couple of months and...God, I never saw my mother so happy. Seeing her joking, hugging and kissing with one who finally didn't mistreat her made me feel at peace with myself. Slowly my family was re-emerging from that dark and distressing oblivion, I felt that if they were still passing by a couple of months surely my family could have been called as such.

"What are your plans for the evening? Will you watch a movie?" I asked as I made my entrance into the kitchen, tying my hair into something not too high, Bob turned around and his camera automatically picked me up.

"You choose the boys the movie is evening. Do you, ma'am, have an appointment?" The man asked playfully, infecting me with his good humor.

"Tempting, but not. My shift starts at 8:20 pm and if I don't leave the house in ten minutes, I'll pay back my salary” I explained with a shrug “The only plus is the free hot dogs" I admitted attracting my mother's attention.

"Noel don't eat too many, do you remember that on Jonathan's birthday last year you had a colic and -"

"MUM! I don't want you to make a short film about my intestinal problems while Bob is back! "I answered, turning my face flushed as I ran away with my tail between my legs in my room, looking for my shoes.

I went through WIll's room and my attention was caught by his sudden raising of his voice.

"Stop treating me like that! Like I'm about to break. So don't you help me, just make me feel weirder" my exasperated younger brother said, it was obvious he was arguing with Jonathan.

It was difficult to take someone's part in these situations, I knew how Will could feel right now, he was scared and had suffered multiple traumas, including that of an apparent death. On the other hand, I also understood Jonathan, because it was also my own position, like that of anyone who wanted to help Will. To console some or give him moral support was like wandering in a minefield, you never knew if you could touch some sore point.

I remembered when I decided to sleep together with Will the night made me feel better, I knew that I could protect him, but now that he's growing up and kindly asked me to let him sleep alone, I realize how much my "safety" thought travels one way. As far as I could have been next to Will, there was nothing I could do to keep him from thinking about his mind, he was a demon that only Will could have fought.

"You're not weird" Jonathan said

"Yes I am, I am" replied our younger brother dryly. I looked at the figure of Jonathan who was about to give up, but then he came out with a sentence:

"You're right, you're weird" both my younger brother and I raised both eyebrows. "So why should you become normal like the others? Being weird is better, I'm weird. Our sister who has been staring at us for half an hour is weird” he said pointing to me.

"Hey nerd go easy" I said in an ironic tone, approaching Will's bed and occasionally pulled an ear to my big brother in a playful way.

"Is that why you have no friends?" Our little brother asked disconsolately.

"We have friends, and weird friends are the best. You don't need to have a hundred to feel cool, a couple is enough, because you know that you will remain faithful forever. And then we are creative, sensitive and original, in short, the best on the market" I explained to Will to encourage him, infuse he also had it, but it was obvious that in those dark moments the positives were difficult to see them.

"Then why are you always with me?"

"Because you are our best friend!" Jonathan immediately replied "And we prefer to be friends of Zombie Boy than of a trivial nullity. Do you understand me? In short, who would you like to be friends with? About Bowie or Rogers?" At that point Will almost shivered and shook his head with an amused smile.

"What Jonny wants to say is that normal people never do anything important in life, as Kierkegaard says, they are locked in their 4x4 box with a family and a job, thus continuing until the end of their days..."

"Oh my God the nerd has come, Will stuck your ears!" Jonathan said jokingly, pushing Will away, who had begun to show signs of little laughter.

"Come on idiots, it's important! In summary, it is always the people outside the lines who make the revolution and enjoy their lives properly" I explained hiding a laugh and pulling a small snort.

"What about Kenny Rogers?" Will asked ironically.

"Kenny Rogers? Oh I love Kenny Rogers!” Bob said suddenly, coming out of the corridor and suddenly I remembered that I was being late for work.

"Fuck! I love you guys, please, be good" I said, running off down the corridor.

"NOEL YOU ARE LEAVING WITHOUT SHOES" my mother shouted.

"Fuck the shoes!" I yelled back, turning back.

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N/A: Hello everyone! This is a passing chapter, but it also seems right to give some space to noel and her character before making her interact with Billy. Thank you all for your support, you make me really happy. If you want to be tagged in the next chapter, please leave a comment and tell me what you think of the story, if you like 🌸🌺

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ancientbooshartifacts · 5 years

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Could You Ever Love Me?

Author: Vous_et_moi

Year: 2008

Rating: R

Pairing: Mike/Dave

“We should tidy up, Mike”

Dave swung one leg idly down off of Noels bed, it was a sham that movement, he had no intention of getting the other leg off of the bed, or getting up at all, he was comfy, Noels bed was huge and soft and bouncy with hot pink sheets. It must have cost a fuck load this bed.

“Mmm Yeah we should really tidy up.” Mike stretched beside him, letting his t shirt ride up, he scratched his head and mussed up his hair before grinning, “But I don’t think I will, I think I’ll just lie here and hope it tidies up itself.”

Dave grinned and swung his leg back up onto the bed, rolling over until he could lie on his stomach, “I don’t think it will Mike. And I think Noel is goanna be pissed at you if you don’t make the effort to maybe sort out the living room at least.”

Mike snorted and moved his hand down to his chest, leaving it there casually, in his other hand was the remote, he flicked through the channels, wrinkling his nose every time he caught sight of a soap, “He shouldn’t have given us his place while he was away then should he. House sitting, honestly? How paranoid is he?”

“Well, he did get broke into last time, and all them paintings nicked.”

Mike frowned, remembering “Yeah, and Dee’s diary, she was well upset, cried for like a fortnight. But I aint seen it kicking about anywhere on the internet and believed me I’ve looked,” Mike nodded and yawned. It was 10 past 12 in the afternoon, and they had been awake for roughly 15 minutes, sharing Noels bed the night before neither wishing to crash out on Noel’s lumpy sofa that may well have been direct form the sixties. They’d bunked together loads of times before, Mike was used to Dave’s deep breathing, Dave was used to Mike never lying still. “Pass us that cherryade Dave, my legs don’t work.”

Dave tutted and rolled his eyes, but made no effort to move. It was just a lazy Sunday, he didn‘t have to do anything for anyone. What time had they got in last night? Must have been near to four in the morning. “Lazy boy. Poor Dee, I bet it’s somewhere, like those total obsessive pages, but they’ll be keeping her secrets sacred, not realizing how much they’ve violated her privacy anyway.”

“She says its more because she writes down dreams she has rather than secrets, and how she feels if her and Suzie fight-”

“Suzie. You’d never call her that to her face.” Dave snorted with laugher, remembering when Noel had called her that once and she’d flipped, the only one who could get away with it ever was Dee. Mike grinned as well staring at the ceiling, before turning his head to look at Dave.

“Nope, neither would you. Dave please just pass us that cherryade?”

Dave frowned, and shook his head, “Its on your side. Noel bought her that book the day we all went to that really crap fair YEARS ago, do you remember?”

How could they forget that day at the really crap fair. It was scratched into his memory like graffiti on a school desk.

“Yeah, you won that goldfish that died the same day. Dee made us all write her a message in her new shiny notepad her new shiny boyfriend had bought her.”

“Yeah and you wrote something like ‘Hi from Mike, Dave’s Goldfish died today, like it was all a big joke” Dave put his head in the pillow, half joking, half remembering what I had felt like to have them all make fun of hem like that, it wasn’t that he got emotionally attached to the fish he’d known all of five minutes, it had been the concept that had just been so sad.

“You were proper gutted about that fish man, it was funny. Its on my side but I cant reach it without getting up, if you lean over me you can get it easy and not have to get up.” Mike stretched out his arm as if it illustrate his point, Dave sighed and pulled himself up a bit, he leaned across Mike, trying not to take his time in case that feeling hit him again and reached for the bottle.

“I was gutted because the poor thing had only ever known life in a plastic bag and I wanted to set it free.”

“You’re a freak. And don’t lean on my chest!” Mike shifted uncomfortably, nearly causing Dave to drop the bottle he had stretched out painstakingly to get.

“I’m getting your damn Juice.”

“Thanks.” Mike unscrewed the cap and took a long drink, frowning as he did so. “Ugh it’s gone all flat. And anyway I checked those sites too and I got nothing.”

They all knew about “those sites”

“Yeah? Even the Photoshop ones?”

“Yeah.”

“Even the Mighty Bumming sites?”

Mike nodded slowly, as if he were considering something, “Yeah. It’s not just Vince and Howard you know, there’s Noel and Julian, Old Gregg… there was one called Fossil fun time”

Dave groaned and Mike grinned, putting the lid back on the bottle and setting it down on the side he lay back down next to Dave, pulling a little sad face at Dave who was just glaring at him peering out between the pillow and his messy fringe.

“Thank you Mike you just made me want to die. Did you read any?”

Mike pulled a face and shook his head a little too wildly “No! like, 90% of them involve my brother in some form or other.” He grinned then, wickedly, and shot Dave a mischievous look, “Well I have, like two. Just to see.”

“Ones with Noel?” Dave grinned into the pillow, just as Mike hit him with his own.

“Ack no! don’t be foolish Dave.”

“Who then?”

“You’re awful keen David Brown. Do you want me to send you the links when I’m next on MSN?”

“Am I in any?”

“Aw Dave! Coarse you are mate! Boosh weirdo’s love you! You feeling left out?” Mike smiled wickedly again and shuffled over so he was eye to eye with Dave.

“Shut up. Just wondering, cause you know, the constant disguises…”

“Nah yeah you are. You’re quite a slut really with the men folk. You’ve had us all.”

“Nah.” Dave said, rolling onto his back and looking disbelievingly at Mike.

“Yeah, even Julian, though he’s really pining for Noel and you’re just being a mate by lending him your arse.”

“I’m selfless I am, mate. I think that’s how you know you’re famous. If you look on the internet one day and find yourself being bummed by your best mates.”

“Yeah totally, you’re just not it if you’ve not been written into erotic fiction.”

They laughed together then, it was an odd sort of flattery, but it worked out ok.

Dave remembered something Dee had told him once, about Noel and Julian stories, and smiled, “You know they mush up names? Dee told me-

-she goes mental over the stuff the freak.” Mike muttered, he was never very keen on how Dee would always ask Noel and Julian to kiss, but he guessed he didn’t like seeing his brother kiss anyone.

“I know apparently she makes Noel read it all the time,” They rolled their eyes in perfect unison, “anyway, so like, Howard bumming Vince is like, Howance or something. And Julian and Noel is Noelian-”

Mike tutted loudly at that, “I hate that. Noelian is a language me and him made up as kids, those nutters have tarnished it now.”

Dave laughed, but patted Mikes arm reassuringly, his hand lingered there for a little too long so he pretended to stretch to cover it.

“We’d be like…Dike.” He didn’t know why he said it, why he would bring that subject up around Mike at all, and he blushed heavily; luckily they were both looking up at the ceiling.

“Nope, we’re not.” Mike eventually said.

“What?”

“We’re not. We’re Mave.” Mike said this so matter-of-factly, as if he’d known for ages, that Dave turned to look at him questioningly.

“Mave? There’s no humour in that. We should be Dike.”

Mike grinned as he stayed looking up at the ceiling, “Why don’t you make an official complaint, they’d listen to you.”

“Encouragement they don’t need mate.” Dave laughed, shaking his head, Mike did the same.

Dave looked at Noels bed side table, where Mike’s laptop he’d brought over was sitting… It couldn’t hurt to look could it? Just to see? Mike had seen it, obviously, even if he hadn’t gone looking for it.

“Where are you going?” Mike asked as Dave sat up suddenly, he grabbed the laptop and flipped it open, pressing the power button, “Did you actually just switch on that laptop? Dave you’re a perve.”

“I’m just curious now like.” Dave tried to defend himself, but smiled despite himself, “How do you find it?”

“Go to Google. I dunno, ‘Mighty Boosh’ um, ‘fan fic‘, who do you want?” Mike asked, sitting up beside him.

“Be rude to read anything but Mave right now, with the others not here to defend their sexuality.”

Mike laughed, “Alright type in ‘Mave’ then… nah wait that’ll be too specific we’re not that well loved, just put ‘fan fic’ and we’ll find it from there.”

“Ok.”

“And Click.”

“Yes Mike I know that bit, I’m not form the past.”

Mike held up his hands defensively in front of him but he was smiling, “don’t get touchy with me just ‘cause you’re slow on the computer.”

“Your only fast cause you’re always looking up Naboo porn” Dave shot back grinning, but Mike pulled a face.

“Do not even joke about that. Sometimes I find it very hard to look at you dressed as a monkey.”

“Really? Bollo? That is odd.” Dave grinned, “Boboo?”

“Haha, maybe.”

They watched as the Google page loaded, Dave’s eyes widened at the sight of the hits total.

“Fucking Hell 16,400.”

Mike nodded from beside him then sighed.

“Just click on the first one. Oh this is the Livejournal one I’ve been here.”

Dave didn’t really want to know how Mike knew all these sites.

“Ok, how do search through this site.”

“Give it here. You’re useless, stick to taking photos… Do you not use digital?”

“Well yeah But I’m good with computers, not weird ass websites.”

Mike looked a little offended about that, leaping to the fan girl defence, “Hey you were the one who wanted to see, don’t call them weird! It’s very popular and widely excepted kink in Japan.”

Dave snorted with laughter, “What, Mave?”

Mike grinned, “No, Boys with boys. They love it. It’s over romanticized and the boys are drawn like chicks anyway but boy on boy anime and manga is everywhere.”

“You are too into Japanese culture.”

“It’s better than ours. Here’s some.”

Mike passed the laptop back to Dave and got up out of the bed and headed for the door, Dave looked up at Mike in surprise.

“You not going to read it?”

Mike laughed, “I’ll be back, I’m gonna make some food.” He hopped towards the door and Dave started scanning the words on screen, “Do you want some?”

“Yeah sure… Mike I like your warm eyes… they make me feel safe.”

Dave was grinning as he read, Mike smiled as well, as he watched a pink blush crawl up Dave’s face, “Shut it and read, don’t poke fun out of embarrassment, it’s fine to be turned on, I am a very sexy man.

Dave kept grinning, reading the story, Mike watched as his eye brows raised slowly up into his hair line, Dave’s eyes flicked back to Mikes, Mike always got a little flip in his stomach when he saw those eyes from a far, so blue, “ And apparently very sluttish… since when do you giggle?”

Mike skipped over back to the bed, “I’m always doing that in these. Do you want me to find a more “us” one… There was one I read that could have been true, I’ll find that.”

Mike grabbed the lap top back off of him and started typing in. Dave frowned, could he really read something that read like him and Mike…doing it… sex…

“I dunno that might be a bit weird. Oh ok then since I’m reading it anyway.”

“Ok, can you please go switch the oven on… please?”

Dave shuffled through to the kitchen, Mike looked up his favourites. What? Don’t you judge him, it’s hard enough being in love with your best mate and thinking that you’re perfect for him without being in the knowledge that quite a few people in the world very strongly agree with you and you not to go looking at what they’ve been saying.

Dave came back through and Mike had the story up. He sat the laptop down on the bed and went towards the door himself, passing Dave and the way, brushing past.

“Ok there you go… Do you want an egg?”

Dave looked puzzled, “Is there even eggs?”

“I dunno.” Mike grinned, “Thought I should ask. That‘s what I always get asked.”

“Nah its alright.”

“Ok. Have fun. You should leave the girl a review, she’ll never know, bless.”

Dave had already started reading, “Uh huh”

Mike clattered around in the kitchen, finding stuff to cook, there was a pizza in the fridge that would take ten minutes, that would do.

…Dave kissed Mike softly, unbelieving, he never thought he’d find himself in this position, but yet he had, and he found that he wasn’t so opposed to the idea, maybe it was the weed, or the beer, or the high of finishing another live show but as Mike pulled as the bottom of he t-shirt he felt him holding his arms off, they only broke the kiss so the thick material couldn’t be pulled over his head…

Dave stared at the screen unblinking, chewing on his bottom lip his eyes dragged along the page, soaking up every word, wishing he could fall through the page…

…‘This isn’t right…’ Dave whispered against Mike’s skin, even as he said it he didn’t stop from pushing him gently down on the bed, Mike shook his head, to disagree with Dave or to shake away his words he didn’t know, all he knew was how wrong and terrible and amazing it all was …

Was it wrong to sit here in one of your best mate’s room reading a story where you’re about to fuck his little brother and getting off entirely on it? Of course if he wasn’t in Noel’s room and Mike wasn’t in the next room he’d be getting off on it a lot more. But as it was he is, so Dave resisted his urges and just kept reading.

“Alright Dave do you want sauce? Dave?” Mike came ambling back through with the pizza and a couple of plates, Dave was sitting cross legged on the bed staring at the screen looking vaguely shocked, Mike grinned but tried to get rid of the smile just as it came. He put the food and the plates down on the chest of drawers that stood by the far wall, and moved towards Dave, who gave no signs of even noticing that Mike had come in. “Dave?”

“Uh…” Dave responded unblinkingly still staring at the screen as if hypnotised, Mike laughed a little and sat down beside him, waving his hand in front of Dave’s face.

“Dave are you ok… Dave?” Dave managed to tear his eyes from the screen and looked at Mike, however he couldn’t hold Mikes gaze so he looked at his hands instead.

“I’m ok.”

Mike bit his lip to stop him from smiling, he couldn’t help it really, Dave just suddenly looked much younger than he was… like 12, “You don’t look ok you’re all flushed. You want me to open a window?”

Dave shot Mike a dirty look for a second, but caught Mikes grin by accident, he looked back at the computer and shook his head disbelievingly, “How would they know that?”

“What?” Mike shuffled over so he could see what Dave was looking at, Dave pointed at the screen

“All those things…Like, you’d say that… and I’d probably say that and I eh… I do like that. And you… I don’t think you’d do that though… But… and…” Dave trailed off, looking down at his hands he pulled his sleeves over his knuckles like he would if he was out in the snow, only if there was any snow near him just now he reckoned he would melt it in an instant.

“Dave?” Mike smiled gently, Dave looked incredibly sweet when he did that, Mike sometimes forgot about the five years between them, “Are you ok? Was it too much for you?” He laughed a little, “Do you want to lie down?”

“I… Mike?” Dave bit his lip.

“What?”

“Would you ever want to do that?” The back of Dave’s neck had gone scarlet, Mike had the urge to blow on there, cool him down… That might not, actually, cool things down at all.

“What like in that story? Like with you or any guy?” Mike was definitely testing the waters now, winding Dave up… he was allowed to though, it was his right as the youngest to be an annoying twat.

“Uh…” Dave paused, still looking at his hands, “a guy?”

Mike stalled, wondering if it was worth telling Dave about the couple of drunk fumblings he’d had a while back, with boys he wasn’t ever sure he was really that into and that he was never sure they were really that into him. “Yeah. I have.”

“Really?” Dave looked up then, in shock, and the sudden intense gaze made Mike blush furiously.

“Yeah.”

“Ok, wow.” Dave’s mind wondered about thinking who and when and why, there might have been a touch of jealousy about it, “Me?”

Mike swallowed, decision time, admit that yes, he did want to do those things with Dave, a lot, quite often, in as many places as legally available to them, and perhaps some non legal places too, like that forest up the road from where Dave used to stay, OR make a joke about it hope he doesn’t get upset and carry on with the not-so-perfect-but-God-you-don’t-want-to-loose-it friendship.

“Maybe. Dave do you…” Mike sighed, “you can’t fancy me just because of something you’ve read on the internet-”

“I liked you before.” With this admittance Dave’s head snapped down and he was back to looking at his sleeves, Mike’s heart did a somersault. And a jimmy flip.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

Gotta love those awkward pauses.

“Ah right. Cool.” Mike grinned despite himself, Dave cleared his throat and looked back at the screen.

“This is really good. But I wouldn’t have done that.”

“No?”

“No… I would have done it more like…” Dave very slowly, very nervously moved a hand up Mikes side round to his back, he stoked his thumb right the way down Mikes spine, Mike shivered a little and wriggled closer to Dave, “yeah?”

“Yeah… that’s quite good, it’s better than hers.” Mike mumbled, staring at Dave’s mouth, wanting to lean over and kiss him, but what if they were just mucking about, what if this wasn’t leading where he thought it was leading? If he kissed Dave it would be a commitment, that would be out there, in the world, forever.

“yeah, and then I would have brought your hand here like…” Dave brought Mike’s hand to the top of his thigh, Mike moved closer still to Dave, pressing up against him, they held each others gaze.

“Like this?”

“Yeah like this.” Dave wasn’t sure who pushed who, but suddenly they were lying down. “But you wouldn’t have said I love you, you would have said something more Mike, like…”

“Like I hope you have that fiver cause I usually ask for cash up front.” Mike grinned as did Dave, shuffling a little so he could lie across Mike a bit more, he brushed Mike’s hair away from his face, their smiles fading away a little.

“Yeah like that, so I’d have to shut you up… like this.” Dave leaned down and kissed Mike, gently at first and then more demanding, seeking entrance to Mike’s mouth and he submitted more than willingly, playfully biting down on Dave’s bottom lip. Mike tasted like artificial cherries, the type you get on cakes. Dave lets out a very small moan, before pulling away, is this still just mucking about?

Mike takes a minute to get his breath back, as does Dave, they exchange sly glances, neither wanting to break the silence but Mike wants to see how the story ends.

“…Yeah that would have probably worked. Then what?”

“Well…” Dave considers for a moment, writing out in his head how he wants his sex scene to go, “I’d go like this.”

Dave has one leg in between Mike’s thighs now and he grinds down, Mike gasps a little in surprise, he hadn’t noticed just how turned on he was, or just how hard Dave was, he wants Dave to do it again but a nervous eruption of butterflies in his stomach slows him down and stops him from bucking back the way he wants to. Mike wasn’t lying when he said he’d been with other boys, there had been two, one in high school and one on holiday, but it had felt very different from this, playful. This was something else.

Dave had ducked his head down; writers block. Mike bit his lip, he guessed this was his story as well, he should maybe contribute, after all, he was the one who had the experience in this field, yes?

“Yeah… Yeah and I’d hold onto your hips real tight and …” He closed his eyes and thrust up, Dave groaned a little and hid his face in Mike’s neck, “do that.”

“But if you did that I’d have to respond with this,” Dave brought his face back up and manoeuvred himself fully in between Mike’s legs, he ground down and the same time brought a hand up underneath Mike’s t shirt and rubbed his thumb over one nipple, kissing Mike harshly, Mike moaned into his mouth, the noise sounding so needy that Dave responded with a groan of his own, his hips still working over Mike.

They broke for air, Mike still gasping and wriggling up against Dave like a dream, Dave resisted the urge to growl.

“Would you?” Mike eventually says, in between gasps, Dave slows down his ministrations and kisses Mike briefly on the lips.

“Yeah.”

Mike grins with his eyes shut, “With what sorry?”

“This.” Dave smiles but grinds down again, tugging at Mikes t shirt somehow they manage to get it off over his head without breaking the contact at their hips, Dave still grinding down with Mikes hands back down at his hips, both of them now only in their boxer shorts, Dave is suddenly very horribly aware that his boxers say “sex kitten” on them, a jokey pair that Dee had bought him to go with her briefs when they were mucking about doing dance routines in their pants. Maybe Mike wouldn’t pick up on that just now. And maybe the sun won’t rise tomorrow morning.

“Mmm, I’d like that.” Mike mumbled, moving his hands around a little, one on his arse, trying to speed up Dave’s movement, Dave let him.

“Good, cause I wouldn’t stop.”

“Not ever?”

“Not ever, if I didn’t have to.”

And he meant it, he could do this all day, thrusting and kissing and panting and wanting, it was too good, far too good, Mike was far too good at this, he thought about Mike’s past history with boys, how much did he know? Was he himself alright? Or was he lacking? Mike seemed to be enjoying himself, but what if he was only trying not to hurt Dave’s feelings?

Mike dropped his head to one side, revealing a lovely amount of neck that Dave took full advantage of that, biting down. Mike let out a strangled groan, you couldn’t fake that could you? And you couldn’t fake that hardness. No, Dave was pretty sure he was doing alright.

“I might tell you I loved you then.” Mike all but whispered staring at the wall, biting a little on the inside of his lip, Dave stopped moving, all he could hear was their breathing, and the sound of his heart beating.

“I might say it back.”

Mike turned back so he could look at Dave, his eyes wide, and innocent looking, slightly scared, as if he was trying to work out whether Dave as being serious or not. Seeming to get the answer he was looking for Mike smiles, and tugs at the band of Dave’s boxers.

“I might insist this came off.” Mike whispers, keeping up the game.

“Ok.” Dave shuffles about so he can get them off, it makes him feel awkward, like when he was 15 years old and Cassie Simmons made him strip before she let him touch her breasts. “I’d probably get you to do the same though.”

“Well that’s only fair” Mike shimmies out of his own, it seems to go much smoother for him, a fact that makes Dave want to back pedal a bit, if he cant even take off his own pants elegantly then what chance in Hell did he have…

But Mike was looking at him in a way that Dave knew he meant the world to him, no matter how clumsy he could be. Dave loved him for it.

They kissed again, deeply, Mike's hands weaving into his hair, pulling them together, trying to get more Dave on him, desperate. They broke apart, flushed, Mike grabbed Dave’s hand from his hip and sucked two fingers into his mouth before bringing Dave’s hand in between his thighs and pressing own a little.

“And Dave, I think then I’d do this.”

Dave gulps, he knows what this means, if this happens there’s not going back, not ever, its about one o’clock, they don’t have any excuse, no late night madness to blame, no drunkenness to fall back on, “I’d ask if you were sure.”

Mike laughs and kisses him on the nose, “I’d tell you to stop reading Mills and Boon and that I’m not a fucking princess.”

Dave flushes annoyed for a minute, but only because he was asking himself more than Mike.

“I’d have to shut you up again.” He growls.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

He slides a finger into Mike and he bucks up, this reaction shocks them both a little and Mike laughs to sweep away his embarrassment. He’s so casual, even when he’s being serious you get the impression that it’s not him he’s taking seriously.

Is he serious about this?

“But I would have to make sure though, That you really wanted to, cause if you regretted doing this than it would change us forever.”

“I think I would tell you it already has. And then I’d have to shut you up.”

Mike kissed Dave hard, bringing himself off the bed as he did so, somewhere Dave’s mind is telling him to find lubricant, proper lubricant not just spit, and a condom, quite soon if at all possible, but where to look? He has no idea, in the story they had just been magic-ed out of thin air. He breaks the kiss and sits back a bit on the bed, Mikes eyes sweep up and down his body and Dave notices that this is the first time he’s been in a position to actually see Mike naked.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

They really needed to find stuff.

“In fics you don’t need to look for johnnies and stuff… you just know where they are.” He laughs nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

Mike laughs and sits up as well, “In Fics they don’t call them Jonnies and stuff, tool. You‘ll break the mood”

“Ah right. Well I’ve not read that much.”

“Well…” Mike goes back to recapture their story, “you see I’d remember that this is Noels room and that somehow I knew they’d be…here…”

Mike leans across and opens the second drawer on the chest of drawers on Noels side of the bed, he knew it would be one down from the regular drawer, ever the individual. there’s condoms, and lube, and some other stuff that Mike’s just going to ignore for now. He grabs a handful of sachets and condoms and waves them at Dave triumphantly.

“Wow, good guess.”

“Thanks.”

They assume the position, Mike laughing on and off as he tried to shift Dave around him properly, grinning foolishly as they rip open a packet of lube and it spills all over his stomach by accident, Dave’s frowning in concentration and this only makes Mike laugh more, Dave sits back again and Mike whines a little at the loss of contact.

“In a fic I’d know what the hell I was doing, and I’d be able to do this all smooth.” Dave mutters darkly, and Mike laughs again, but not unkindly, he reaches out for Dave and coaxes him to lie back down, trying again with a second sachet this time things run smoothly. Mike coats Dave’s fingers and again brings them down between his legs, Dave just soundlessly watching him as he positions two by his entrance and tries to persuade Dave into pressing forward, he does so and Mike gasps quietly and Dave just looks on, thinking he’s beautiful.

“Not in my fic you don’t, in mine I get to show you how to do this and you’d be a bit shy and yeah… you’d blush just like that.”

“Quiet, you.”

“And say something cute like that.” He leaves Dave’s hand and brings his own either side of Dave’s face, holding his head steady and looking deep into Dave’s eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, trying to get Dave to stop shaking, “and I’d just look at you like this till you calmed down…see?”

“Yeah.”

His kissed Dave and his hands search out one of the condoms on the bed, he opens it with ease, and feels Dave gasp and he roll’s it on over his length. He gets Dave to position himself and Dave removes his hand, Mike swallows but his throats dry.

“And then you’d…”

“Do this.” Dave thrusts forward slowly, until he’s all the way inside Mike and Mike lets his eyes close tight, just feeling him, all of him, Dave nuzzles in at his collar bone, safe.

“Yeah.”

“And the world would stop.” Dave mutters against his skin, tickling Mike slightly and Mike’s hands find their way to the small of Dave’s back, stroking here calmingly, soothing, loving.

“And there would be no one else.” There wasn’t, was there? Not in this world.

“But you”

“And you.”

“And I’d kiss you.” Dave brought his face out from where he was hiding, and started kissing Mike, little kisses at first, that built up, Dave shifted his weight, Mike jumped and Dave remembered that actually he had quite a bit of an advantage over Mike, He moved his hips again, and fuck, he felt fantastic, but even better was to see what it was doing to Mike.

“And we’d come crashing back to earth.” Mike panted out, bending his knees up a bit, wriggling about so that he was in an even better position, he pushed down on Dave’s back, wrapping one leg around him.

“And I’d fuck you like this.” Dave thrust as hard as he could, making Mike yelp in surprise and then smile again to hide his awkwardness at being so far gone. Mike was really starting to like this story.

“Yeah, yeah and I’d bite you like this...” a bite to a collar bone, Dave hissed out in pleasure and buried himself deeper in Mike.

“And I’d need you this bad.”

Dave’s hand snuck from Mike’s hip to his cock, wrapping his fingers around Mike’s length Mike groaned, and nipped at Dave’s skin in appreciation.

“And I’d want you so much”

“Fuck!”

“And I’d beg you to stop but you’d know I want more”

“and I’d be gasping for air” He was close he was so so close and he’d barely be doing this for five minutes and it was going to end and Mike was going to be so disappointed but he couldn’t stop and he couldn’t slow down.

“And I’d shout out your name, oh!” Mike gripped down on Dave hard and dragged him down on top of him, squeezing his eyes shut he came suddenly and unexpectedly, “Dave! Dave Dave Dave!”

Dave followed three maybe four thrusts after, being crushed in between Mikes legs he cried out and buried his face between the pillow and Mike’s neck.

They lay there for a few moments, panting, catching their breath, Dave slipped out of Mike and cleaned up, Mike laughed at the image of his come all over Dave’s stomach but couldn’t move himself, he just lay there with heavy lidded eyes.

Dave settled himself back down on Mikes chest with a contented sigh, a sound that was mirrored by Mike as he ran his hand through Dave’s hair, sweeping it back from his forehead, feeling the damp patches at his temple, never feeling more contented.

“…then we’d just lie here like this” Dave began, finishing off their story.

“With my hand in your hair.”

“Me between your thighs”

“And wish we never had to move.”

Dave sighed again, and moved so he could look up at Mike, “and we wouldn’t have to, ‘cause the fic would leave us there.”

“Without the complications.”

“Or the tidying up.”

“Or the dull ache.”

“Sorry.”

“Naw its alright”

Mike leaned down to give Dave a chaste kiss, and smiled up at the ceiling.

“I might love you.” Dave mumbled, drifting off.

“I might love you too. Dave?”

“Yeah?”

“Pass us that cherryade?”

end

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Behind Those Eyes

Chapter 1

If I hear the word essentially one more time I'm going to riot. It's my English teacher's favourite word, and she had used it three times in the past sentence. Three times. That word is ruined for me now. And it's a good word too. My teacher stood at the front of the room, the first day of class, lecturing after saying she didn't want to lecture on our first day back. She was going to briefly tell us what books we'd be reading this year, and what our theme is. Every year we get a theme, last year's was a dystopian world. We read a few books, but the main one was Brave New World. That book freaked me out a little, and I'm secretly a superhero.

About 100 years ago, an anomaly was discovered in some humans. An anomaly that gave us powers. Some could heal, some could manipulate gravity, some could even teleport. It was chaos. That's when we discovered that some people had some really terrible powers. Able to spread sickness and disease with a single touch. Things went badly. We went into what we now call the Second Dark Age. Until the remaining governments put some laws in place. Laws that dictate that nobody is allowed to use their powers outside of their homes, nobody. Not even the Queen.

We rebuilt after that. People were scared so they followed the rules. Until about fifteen years ago. Some villains came out of hiding, using their powers for bad. Heathen, he could change people's faith with a single thought. He usually went after spiritual leaders, and convinced them to condemn what they believe in. Mime, you never heard her coming, and then you'd never be able to talk or move again. She turned people into living statues, and they stayed that way either until she grew bored or they died of dehydration or starvation. Peculiar, she slowly turned people insane with a single kiss, anywhere. It would start out small, then you'd become more and more peculiar, until you turned insane. They was no cure. And the worst one of them all, Genocide. He could kill hundreds to thousands of people by way of disease, or natural disasters.

We didn't know there was a person behind the large groups of bodies, not until we realized their connection and Genocide announced himself. They all went to the same church, had the same shade of hair, were the same ethnicity, or had the same name. We don't know how to stop him. The only consolation we have is it takes him extremely long to work up a genocide. It requires more power than you can imagine. It should take more power than you can imagine, these are people's lives we're talking about. You shouldn't be able to just snap your fingers and be done with it.

Ms. Varone snapped me out of my thoughts. "Nessa," she was looking right at me. I hate that look. "Anything you'd care to add to the conversation?" She leaned her weight onto one leg, still looking at me. Uh oh, I thought. Better think of something quick. She isn't your biggest fan, not after the debacle last year.

"I was just wondering what this year's theme is, and how it relates to out culminating task," I responded smoothly, hoping she hadn't covered that when I'd been distracted by my thoughts.

"Excellent question," she said, looking around the class. "This year's theme is loss. Loss in family, in friends, in religion, loss in whatever. We'll be reading The Heart and the Bottle, Norwegian Wood, and Book of Mutter." We all groaned, they sounded like extremely emotional books and no sane seventeen year old would want to read a nonfiction book about loss.

Soon the bell rings, and I pick up my bag and head for History. One of my more interesting courses. This teacher is one of my favourites. He gets so excited about what he's talking about he starts jumping around. It helps that his projects are very easy and fun too. His class is a breeze, and he has a Powerpoint to go over what we'll be reviewing this year. The bell rings again, this time sooner than I thought, and I headed off for lunch. My friends and I always sit outside the library, our large group driving everyone further down the hall because of how loud we could get.

There were sixteen of us in total, but we all had our own mini groups. The Bio Buds: Jay, Quinn, Maria, Kiki and Miele. The Writer Worshippers: me, Roan, Kieran, and Tommy. The Engineer Squad: Penny, Elizabeth, Jake and Noel. And the Gym Gang: Dani, Oscar and Luca. Most of us have been friends since high school started, and some of us even before then. We had our middle school groups, me, Penny, Roan, Dani and Jake coming from St. Peter's, Jay, Quinn, Kieran, Tommy, Elizabeth and Noel coming from Wellington Junior High, and Maria, Kiki, Miele, Oscar and Luca coming from Manuel Public School.

We had a large group of friends, maybe the largest in the school that regularly hung out. The Bio Buds and the Engineer Squad had a lot of classes together, taking the sciences and maths. The Writer Worshippers took all the available English courses, and the Gym Gang of course took all the phys ed and health courses. There was some overlap, here and there, but those were mostly the small groups. We'd all meet at lunch, and sometimes The BBs and ES would go into the library together, comparing notes and working on assignments. I can tell you the WWs brain's melted almost every lunch whenever someone asked how our works in progress are going. Mine certainly did.

This year, however, our group is halved. The only ones left are Jay, Quinn, Roan, Penny, Dani, Kiki, Kieran and Oscar. The others had graduated and gone to university, or were taking a gap year. Some here in the city and others at different universities. Our friend group seemed so small now. It was even quieter.

. . .

Despite knowing Dani and Penny for a good decade, my best friend's name is Martha. She's tall, and has the prettiest brown hair and green eyes. She also happens to be a superhero, and my partner of three years. She had air powers, she used to tickle me with the wind, tease my hair, caress my hands. She doesn't do as often now, what with the villains making a sudden reappearance. She's known by the rest of the world as Aella, meaning whirlwind. I suggested that name. When she joined the Agency, right at the beginning, she would walk around with a bubble of air protecting her, pushing people standing too close back and lifting up everybody's hair. She's gotten friendlier over the years, and she's one of the few people I idolise. I want to be just like her when I'm older, except I won't have her powers. They're so cool.

After school I went home with Noah and Nellie, two other girls who live in the orphanage with me. I'm the oldest in the orphanage, at seventeen, with Noah at fifteen and Nellie at 13. There are thirteen of us total at the orphanage. Lucky number, I know. Not so lucky situations. Most of our parents had died, with no next of kin, or we had been abandoned at the doorstep. I wish I had been abandoned.

Memories of that night invaded my senses, making me shiver. I tried to push them back, but small glimpses of orange and black and the stars twinkling high above me. The smell of smoke invaded my lungs, and I bent over, coughing my heart out. Nell and Noah stopped beside me, pulling back my hair and rubbing my back. I felt something small and cylindrical brush my lips and I latched onto the straw, gulping down as much water as possible. I hated when I got attacks.

It took me a few minutes to calm down, and it was then I realised the smoke wasn't coming from my imagination. There was a building on fire a few blocks away, the thick black smoke billowing out and up into the sky. I stared in horror for a few seconds before Noah pushed me a little.

"Nessa go!" she said. "They need Chameleon."

I dropped my bag and sprinted off into an alleyway, looking back and forth for anyone before shifting. My legs got longer, my chest got flat and wings sprouted from my shoulder blades. My clothes shifted too, covering every inch of my face and body, with a cape unfurling and snapping behind me in the wind. I pushed off the ground, beating my wings, catching the air. I rose high above and shot off towards the fire, surveying the scene.

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted movement, and looked to the left seeing a fire truck roaring down the street and an ambulance hot on its trail. Looking closer I noticed that Aella and Waya had hitched a ride on the top of the truck. Good, I thought, not wanting to go at it alone today. I dropped beside them on top of the truck, casually dropping a "Hey" as if we weren't about to go charging into a burning building and I hadn't just dropped out of the sky.

"Okay," Waya said, ever the strategist. "Chameleon, Aella, get the people out of the building. I'm going to conjure rain to help the firefighters. I'll make you guys cold so you resist the heat for a little. Take these masks," he passed them over. Waya also had a cool power. He had the Word of Command. It was a singular word that held power, like saying rain and then it starts raining. He couldn't use more than one word, so he was also a walking thesaurus.

We nodded and Waya and Aella pressed their foreheads together for a moment. They did this every time we were on a mission. They were the cutest couple I had ever met, and I spent half my time teasing them for their cheesiness. What are friends for? Aella and I launched ourselves off the truck, heading straight for the burning apartment building. There were people streaming out of the front and side doors, and some using the fire escape on the side of the building. There were a few people leaning half out of their windows, gesturing towards my partner and I. I heard Waya say "Rain," behind us and the sky darkened, rain falling in heavy sheets. It beat heavily on my wings, dripping down the feathers and onto the ground.

The fire seemed to almost want to rage against the rain before It slowly got a bit smaller. The water helped with the smoke too, and people turned their faces upwards with their mouths open. Aella and I systematically dove towards the windows, pulling people out and dropping them next to the ambulance. The firefighters got the flames under control, and they were working on killing it completely. Aella stood on the ground with her legs planted, and created air bubbles around small parts of the fire, sucking the air out of it. The fires would go out, and stay out. Looking at the scene from high above, it was cool. I loved my job. It's hard sometimes, really hard, but I wouldn't trade it in for any other job in the world. The others at the Agency were my world, and I don't know what I'd do without them.

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[ Because I had to ] Drabble: ‘Our first child will be named after me.’

“Frey’s pregnant.”

That was not what Leon expected to hear. He looked up from his book, staring at his husband who was crawling into their king sized bed. Okay, it was bound to happen; Frey getting pregnant that was. She and Lest had been talking about babies recently as the two siblings both were settled down with their own husbands.

But? Why did Lest sound sad about the fact his sister was pregnant? Wouldn’t he be happy that his sister would be pregnant?

“Are you not happy?” Leon asked as he closed his book. He set the book on the side of his bedside table. His brows furrowed in worry for Lest, this wasn’t usual. Usually, Lest would burst in rave about whatever news he just heard. It happened when she announced her engagement to Will. It happened when Frey and Will got married and Lest talked about how happy and excited he was for his sister. How he was excited for something new, something different.

What was different that Lest wasn’t happy about.

Lest curled up towards his husband. The frown had yet to leave his face as he shook his head side to side. “I’m happy. I always wanted a niece or nephew. But…”

“But?”

Lest just let out a sigh as he sat up in their bed. He crossed his legs in front of him, looking into Leon’s purples eyes. Oh, how he loved that handsome man. The worry on Leon’s face hadn’t left yet, and as the silence consumed them, he looked more and more worried.

“Lest.” Leon put his hand in his husbands, giving it a tiny squeeze. Lest could feel his love’s wedding ring and the jewels around the band. They stared

Lest took a big breath in, before blurting out: “I want a baby one day, Leon.”

What. That was what he was sad about?

A baby?

That’s what he spent the past few minutes pouting about?

Leon couldn’t help but burst into laughter because the problem that’s been plaguing his husbands mind. Of course he was jealous, of course. He should have noticed when Lest started pouting. “Lest,” he wheezed out. He just couldn’t believe it. Out of everything, it was his husband’s want for a baby; his want for a family.

It made sense though. Two people lost in a place they don’t know who found a future within each other. Of course he would want to grow a family. For Ventuswill’s will, Leon had told Lest time and time again how much he loved children. Leon wanted to be a father one day. He dreamed of it hundreds of years ago. And Lest, well, he was simple. Children were fun. They thought Lest was cool for how good he was at sword fighting and Lest adored playing with kids.

Of course he would want a child one day. Someone to continue their legacy. Someone to adore, to teach, and most importantly, raise to be a wonderful human with memories and a life that won’t be put on hold or lose.

“Just letting you know little prince,” Leon said once his laughter died down. He pressed a kiss to his husband’s temple. “Our first child will be named after me.”

Lest could only respond back with a snort. He cupped Leon’s face in his hands, looking deep within in his blue orbs. “And what? We have Leon Bastet IX?” Leon could only nod back, keeping his devilish grin onto his face.

“You’re silly.” He whispered, pressing his lips to Leon’s. Leon stroked the back of Lest’s head, the act in itself making Lest pull away. The young prince put a finger on his lover’s chest, only covered the bathroom. “You’re a silly, silly, silly fox.” He continued as he pushed his husband into the soft cushions of their bed.

Silly, silly, silly fox.

BONUS

Whoever thought fatherhood would make Lest responsible? Cause it did.

Frey was still on maternity leave because apparently, when you give birth to a baby instead of using magic to create one, you deserve three or so months of rest and bonding time. Apparently. So, all the work was on Lest’s plate while his sister got to spend quality time with her baby daughter.

He didn’t even get paternity leave when Noel was born. Speaking of the little bugger….

Noel had been created on Christmas Day through some magic spell Lest had found in the castle’s library. Sure, he did the spell because Frey made him upset and told him he and Leon would never be that great of parents because of how immature Lest was but so far, they had done pretty solid job of parenting. The six months Lest spent with him had been tough, but wonderful. Sure there were long nights, fussy moments, and the kid HATED wearing shirts already, but Lest and Leon loved him. Not every night was spent in passionate love making like it was when Leon and Lest were child-less. Not every morning they woke up refreshed. Yet, the two wouldn’t change their current life with their son for the world.

The prince actually showed up for meetings on time, usually with his infant son in one arm now since the six month old was going through a phase where he wanted Lest and only Lest. Sometimes he wanted Leon, but very rarely did he go to anyone else without shedding tears.

Today wasn’t a meeting day. No one was visiting Selphia this week and the festivals for July had already been prepared. This was just a simple work day, complete with mountains of letters and paper work. Paper work that looked like it could probably be

The blond bounced the puppy-baby in one arm while going through mail in another. Noel hadn’t been fussy that day yet, but it was only a matter of time before his second nap of the day. So if Lest could entertain him while doing work, that would be perfect. The six month old held onto the side of his dad’s robes as he cooed at the funny looking papers. Lest had recently found out that Noel’s favorite thing to do was to take papers and throw it around as he was trying to figure out his own motor skills. Which usually meant that Lest had to pick up the papers, which in turn resulted in Noel trying to grab them out of his hands. And that was less than fun.

Lest bounced Noel again, moving him to his other hip so he could work better. It was difficult trying to take care of a baby and a kingdom at the same time. Especially when Noel kept spitting his pacifier out of his mouth and laughing. Thankfully, Lest caught it in his free hand right before it even fell down onto the tile.“Stop spitting this out!” Lest teased his baby boy before pressing a soft kiss to his chubby, baby face. He quickly put the pacifier back into the baby’s mouth, holding it still so his son could latched. He looked over the messy mountain of papers and letters before noticing one letter in particular. Picking up one letter, pink in color as it differed from the usual white or tan letters he received. Lest read the front as it was addressed directly to “Prince Lest, Sir Leon, and the young prince Noel of Selphia”. It was nice seeing his son’s name on a letter addressed to them. It made Lest feel proud whenever someone directly mentioned Noel, it made him so proud of his little family. who cared about Camellia

But, wait a second….

Leon…. Noel… Leon, Noel….

It finally hit Lest. Everything in the past six months hit him like a wall of bricks. He stared down at the writing, realizing his mistake. Realizing what Leon had done… “Our first child will be named after me.” Oh fu-

“Pffffff.” Lest shook his head, hearing the sound of something. He looked over to his hip to see his son blowing raspberries at his spit out pacifier that laid on the ground. “Pffff.” Noel made the sound again before looking up with a gummy smile at his dad. “Pffff.” He did it for the third time.

Noel’s big blue eyes looked up at Lest’s purple orbs. Every day that passed, he was looking more and more like Leon. His tail and ears were directly from Leon (of course they were, Lest didn’t have that). He had the same eyes of his beloved, the same hair. The only thing he got from Lest was probably his fluffy hair and cheeky personality.

Gods, how he loved his little son so much. Noel smiled up at his dad and blew raspberries for the fourth time. “Are you being silly? You know, papa just figured out something daddy did that was very silly too, Noel. Do you wanna go bug daddy?” Lest asked to his son as he held him up high above his head. As if he was responding, Noel let out a small squeal. “Alright, let’s go bug daddy, Noel~ ♪”

Lest was going to kill Leon.

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A Study in Miscommunication - Chapter 13

<<Chapter 1 <Chapter 12

----Sherlock's POV----

"Taxi. Stopped. Nobody getting in, nobody getting out. Why a taxi?" The lighting made it clear there was someone sitting in the back. Did the man offer to split fares with people? Prey on the drunk? The out of towners? People who didn't quite know where they were? "Oh, that's clever. Is it clever? Why's that clever?" There's something I was missing. Taxi. Obvious. But a puzzle piece was out of place. The friend. The boy was in a familiar part of town. Just running home for an umbrella. I was missing something. Something important, something obvious. But I didn't know what that was. Didn't matter, I could use this to cure John's limp. "Don't stare," I ordered when John turned his whole body to look out the window. The move would be completely obvious to anyone observing us. Clearly, John wasn't one for subtlety.

John made a noise in his throat. "You're staring."

"We can't both stare," I responded. I left out the part that he probably wouldn't notice anything so I should be the one doing the staring. I was far more likely to notice something useful. That would probably be rude. I grabbed my coat before I said something unforgivable and ruined my plan. I left quickly trusting John to follow.

The man in the cab was looking around. Looking for his next victim? He was sitting in a patch of light; it was easy to see his face but not light enough to see details. I got the licence plate and taxi number just in case I needed to talk to the cabbie but I doubted I would, I was interested in his suspicious-looking passenger. How did he lure them in? The man sat back and the cab started to move. I needed to follow before they got away. I ran into the street.

A car honked and I jumped; going limp so I wouldn't get injured. This happened occasionally, I got too focused and lost track of my surroundings. It was pure reflex at this point and I vaulted off the bonnet across the street.

"I've got the cab number," John announced from behind me when I stopped to think.

Not important. He probably couldn't remember it correctly. Most people couldn't. I pulled up my map of this part of London. Soho... "Right turn one-way roadwork traffic lights pass light pedestrian crossing left hand only traffic lights..." That'd put him on Dean Street near Carlisle.

Perfect.

I started running, hearing John's footsteps close behind.

----John's POV----

"I've got the cab number," I said when Sherlock stopped. The taxi had taken off. Sherlock needed to get out of the street. He'd be hit again.

"Good for you." He said dismissively before putting his hands to his forehead and muttering about traffic lights and road work and other such things. His head snapped up and he took off, coat flapping behind him dramatically like some sort of cape.

I followed, of course. Who knew what kind of trouble Sherlock was about to get himself into?

The madman shoved someone roughly out of his way and I apologized, checking quickly to make sure Sherlock hadn't injured him. We ran inside a shop, ignoring the shopkeeper and sprinted up a narrow flight of stairs.

Sherlock didn't stop there. He found a metal spiral staircase and I wondered what in the hell he thought he was doing but didn't have the breath to ask.

"C'mon, John."

I smiled, he hadn't forgotten about me this time. I doubled my efforts to keep up. Down another spiral staircase and over a ledge onto the rooftops.

Then Sherlock leapt over a gap between buildings that gave me pause. If I fell from this height I would be seriously injured. The alley below was littered with bin bags that might have broken my fall but they were too far away. I reeled backwards.

"Come on John! We're losing him!"

Damnit! Sherlock must think it's dangerous. He needed backup. He needed me. I took two steps back and jumped.

Sherlock was waiting on the other side. He took off running as soon as I landed.

----Sherlock's POV----

I took the most convoluted route across the rooftops as I could while still keeping the time so that we wouldn't lose the cab. If we weren't there before the cab reached Carlisle Street I wouldn't know which way the cabbie went for sure and we might lose him.

Despite the many staircases and difficult jumps, John did a good job keeping up. I only had to tell him to hurry twice and I was quite proud of him and myself for this idea. Then there was a gap between roofs and John baulked. We didn't have time for him to suddenly get his limp back. "Come on, John!" I ordered. "We're losing him!" I demanded to keep the pressure on. We were losing him. If John didn't jump now at our current pace we wouldn't make it. I couldn't just abandon him though. If his limp came back he might need help getting back down to the ground. If he fell he could be seriously injured. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all...

John made the jump and landed safely on my side.

I breathed a sigh of relief and decided it was time to get off the roofs and back onto the streets.

When we exited the alley the cab passed us by. I was hoping I could jump in front of it and force it to stop there but John's little panic had cost us the opportunity. We weren't beat yet though. The cabbie was going down Poland. We could continue up Berwick and catch him. I knew where they were headed now. "This way."

John, of course, ran in a path that followed the cab. There was no way he'd catch him.

"No, this way!" I shouted without stopping.

I heard John's footfalls slide and pick up again.

We were too late to intercept him at Noel but if we took the alley... I leapt into the road and mistimed it. I hit into the bumper instead of up on the bonnet. But it worked! The cabbie stopped.

"Police!" I shouted. "Open her up!" I yanked the passenger door open and got a good look.

No, no, "no!" The "teeth, tan," Botox, hair dye. "What, Californian?" I confirmed this by checking his luggage. "LA, Santa Monica. Just arrived."

"How could you possibly know that?" John demanded breathlessly.

"The luggage." LAX to LHR 125-12HR-6307/1 clearly printed on the tag. How disappointing! I confirmed with him that he'd never been here before and hinted that the cabbie was scamming him but he seemed too dim-witted to pick up on that.

"Sorry, are you guys the police?"

"Yeah." I flashed one of Lestrade's warrant cards as proof. "Everything alright?" I asked. Maybe he wasn't as stupid as I'd thought because he didn't seem to be buying it. "Welcome to London," I said with a smile for lack of anything else to say. The drugs were wearing off and I was feeling funny.

"Any problems just let us know," John said before slamming the cab's door shut.

I walked away and even though the chase was over John followed me without too much of an issue. He was limping slightly but didn't seem to realize it yet. It'd almost worked! This whole night was turning out to be a disaster.

"Basically just a cab that happened to slow down."

"Basically." There was something about it though. I wish I'd never given in and... Urgh! What was I missing?! I couldn't think!

"Not the murderer."

"Not the murderer, no." Oh, no. Now I was repeating things. I hated when I did this.

"Wrong country, good alibi."

"As they go." John reached toward me and I tensed up. I needed space to think. He was so distracting! Why was he like this? So different! No one liked touching me.

"Where-" He was still rather out of breath. "-where did you get this? Here." John took the warrant card from my hand without thought. "Detective Inspector Lestrade," he read.

"Yeah." I didn't need John going all judgemental on me right now. "I pickpocket him when he's annoying." If you're not careful you'll be next. No, I was upset about the case. "You can keep that one." It will come in handy if you stay. "You can keep that one; I've got plenty at the flat."

Then John did something amazing. Instead of lecturing me on proper behaviour he started laughing. Breathlessly giggling! It was adorable!

"What?" I didn't understand his reaction. I didn't understand my reaction.

"Nothing," John said. "Just, 'Welcome to London.'" John was clearly riding some sort of high.

His laughter made me chuckle. Too involved! I'd thought that once I'd figured John out he'd become boring but John was just getting more and more interesting.

The cab was stopped and the man was talking to a PC.

"Got your breath back?" I asked.

"Ready when you are." John nearly purred the words.

I bee-lined for the flat. This could be very interesting. Very interesting indeed.

----John's POV----

Sherlock ran us down a fire escape and off a short ledge. The man had stupidly long legs and I had to really focus to keep up. I had to keep my eyes down too, I didn't want to trip on a crack or slip. I kept Sherlock's coat in my peripheral. When he slowed I looked up to see where we were. The cabbie turned and Sherlock took off in the wrong direction. I followed the cab but Sherlock yelled to follow him. I muttered an apology not having the breath to shout. It didn't matter that he wouldn't hear me. I doubted he'd care if he could.

Sherlock smacked into a wall as he careened around a corner. I was starting to get the feeling that having a doctor for a flatmate was going to be very helpful to him. I was glad he was wearing gloves otherwise he'd have scratched his palms on the brick. On an intersection, Sherlock started sprinting and I realized he was running slowly so I could keep up. It wasn't a good feeling.

Suddenly he dove forward and jumped onto the cab.

I winced in sympathy. He'd have a nasty bruise later. "Police!" Sherlock said, reaching for something in his pocket. "Open her up."

I had no idea how he was going to get out of this one. This was incredibly illegal. He opened the passenger door and I stood behind him, ready in case the suspect fled on foot.

Sherlock started muttering finally stating the man was American.

"How can you possibly know that?" I knew he was observant but that? How did he know the man wasn't just back from vacation?

Sherlock explained it was the luggage. After a short exchange, Sherlock flashed the thing from his pocket at the man and said, "Welcome to London."

Incredible.

The cabbie was running the meter so it was time to send him on his way. I decided to play along and told the man to let us know if he had any problems before shutting the door for him. I got a good look at his luggage by doing so and it did indeed have a tag.

Sherlock had stepped away and I went over to him. I was still catching my breath. I needed to work out more if we were going to do this on a regular basis. Maybe I should start jogging. I confirmed that the man was not the murder with Sherlock. I wanted to make sure he wasn't just letting him go to gather more evidence but Sherlock confirmed he was as he appeared. Sherlock didn't seem too impressed with his alibi. I would have thought it was airtight.

I wanted a better look at the thing in his hand. I wouldn't have been surprised if it was some sort of psychic paper like from Dr Who. I was starting to feel like I'd fallen down a rabbit hole.

It was Detective Inspector Lestrade's warrant card.

"Yeah, I pickpocket him when he's annoying," Sherlock grumbled. He told me I could keep that one that he had plenty of others at the flat and that made me laugh. The DI and he must think it some sort of game otherwise Lestrade surely would have put a stop to it.

I replayed the last few minutes in my head, wanting to cement the memory forever. The entire situation was absolutely ridiculous! I couldn't help a laugh.

"What?" Sherlock asked defensively.

I made sure he knew I wasn't laughing at him. "Nothing, it's just...'Welcome to London.'"

Sherlock chuckled deeply and I knew I had to make him laugh for real. That voice...

A look down the street showed that the American had found a PC so Sherlock and I ran off before we could get into any real trouble.

I hadn't felt this alive in ages!

Chapter 14>

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Madferit: The Novel - Chapter 8

The band got a little less than a month off before jetting back to America for the second round of US dates. One of these dates included another gig in Cleveland at a different venue than before...and it wouldn't take place until March.

When I told my parents I wouldn't be home until then, they got quite concerned. What was I doing in England? Who was I with? What would I do about work? Was I safe? I could answer some of those questions and assured them I was fine. I was an adult and could take care of myself.

Four out of five members of the band returned to Manchester for the break. Bet you can't guess which one didn't. He gave up life in his hometown in favor of getting his kicks down south. And he didn't think twice about it.

We hadn't spoken since Brighton. Kept our distance like before with him occasionally giving me those infamous death stares when he knew Liam was too distracted to notice. I tried not to let it bother me. I was having too much fun with the others to give much of a shit anyway.

Liam had his own place in Manchester city centre. It was a one bedroom flat that had a lovely view of the fish and chip shop across the street.

"When we move to London, we'll get a better view." He said as we stared out the window at the neon sign that signaled the place was open for business.

"We?" I questioned curiously.

"Yeah." He nodded. "Who else am I gonna move down there with? I certainly can't go alone."

"Well I appreciate you thinking of me but I can't move to London with you."

"What d'ya mean you can't?"

"My whole life is in Cleveland." I said. "My apartment. My job-"

"Ya can have all that in London!" He argued. "I'll find us a flat. A fuckin' mega cool gaff for just you and me. And we'll give it a name. Summat good like Kenwood or somethin'. And ya won't need to worry about findin' a job 'cuz I'll take care of you."

"Liam-"

"You're my missus, right?"

I looked at him puzzled. "I dunno, am I?" I asked.

"Course ya are!" He smiled. "Why would ya even question it?"

I suppose the answer to that question kind of went without saying.

We dropped the conversation after that. I really didn't see the purpose of labeling our relationship anyway. I was just the chick that was squatting at Liam's. I was sure I wasn't the first and I knew I definitely wouldn't be the last.

Snow came just as 1994 was ending. I gazed out the window on New Year's Eve Day at the falling snowflakes. A nice dusting covered the ground outside and it made for a nice scene in the last few hours of the year.

Liam lay in bed that afternoon resting up for the evening. We were planning to go to the New Year's Eve party at Bonehead's that night. The whole band (minus Noel) was going to be there with their significant others as well as the boys' friends in Manchester.

I decided to go check on him and found him lying on top of the duvet in nothing but a pair of boxers. I went over, sat down beside him, and began rubbing his stomach. After a bit, I switched to running my index finger along his stomach just under his belly button. When I added in running my finger down the topside of his dick through his boxers, I made him sigh a little.

His dick started to twitch a bit so I began running my thumb and index finger along its sides. He turned his head over as he moaned quietly but didn't wake up. He spread his legs some and I stroked him a little more firmly.

"Fuckin' mingin'!" He said without opening his eyes.

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. "What?" I said.

"It's fuckin' freezin'!" He replied. He shuddered a bit and I couldn't help giggling.

"That's why you should wear clothes." I told him. "It's the middle of winter."

"Clothes are fuckin'..."

"What?"

"Pointless."

I laughed. It was hard to tell if he was actually asleep or not but regardless, I wanted to play along.

I stopped stroking him and grabbed the waistband of his boxers. I rolled them down as far as I could.

"Lift up." I said as I tapped him on the ass.

He made a sigh-like moan as he did what I told him to.

I pulled his boxers down further before having him put his hips back down.

When he was good and hard, I got into position.

"Be sure to swallow." He said softly. "I'm delicious, me."

I rolled my eyes.

But I definitely agreed with him.

I slowly took his whole length in my mouth, letting the tip of my tongue glide along its underside.

He moaned as he moved his head up and down on his pillows and spread his legs more. He scrunched his eyes a bit and I smiled to myself.

I wrapped my tongue around his member licking and twisting, making him moan and sigh even more. After a few seconds I went right into sucking and his moans got louder.

Eventually his hips began to swing and we found a rhythm to include my sucking. Before too long his hips rose up off the bed and I knew I was doing something.

I gave the tip of his dick a little attention before going back over every inch of his cock. Then came his balls, which I took in my mouth together. I sucked and I licked, spending some time on the crease between them causing Liam's moans to turn to hisses as well.

I went back to his member for just a bit longer until finally...I got to taste even more of him.

He finally opened his eyes as he lay there panting. I went up to lay beside him as I wiped my mouth.

"Talk about a massive good wake up call." He said through panting as he put his arm around me and pulled me in close.

"Except you weren't asleep." I replied staring into his wonderful sky blue eyes.

"Yes I fuckin' was."

"No you fuckin' weren't."

He smirked at me which made me do the same back at him. He chuckled a little then gave me a kiss.

Bonehead's house was packed with people. And drinks. And drugs. And surprisingly food. The boys had good appetites which was pretty shocking considering the diet of drugs they were on.

Liam got to chatting with a friend of his from school. They chatted about things aside from the music and touring and Liam looked really happy. The smile on his face looked like it could stretch for miles.

Sometime later, Tony came over to us to see what was up. How was Christmas – that sort of thing. We carried on a conversation for a little while before Bonehead joined as well.

"Alright, lads." He said cheerfully. "Got some good stuff upstairs if you're interested. BigUn and them's gonna join in as well."

"Nice one!" Liam replied. "Ring in the New Year good, yeah?"

My heart dropped just a little. I knew what they were talking about.

And Liam could obviously tell.

"I know you're not into it, Tix but d'ya mind if I have a go?" He asked with politeness filling his eyes.

"No." I assured him as I shook my head. "I'll go with you but I don't wanna participate. Is that okay?"

"Yeah of course. You said yourself you don't need any to have a good time." He replied. He leaned over and said the next part into my ear. "And we both know that, don't we?"

I smiled.

He turned to Bonehead. "Let's fuckin' have it!" He said.

Bonehead nodded and then turned to lead the way.

Liam and I followed but stopped when we realized Tony wasn't with us.

"Ya comin', To'?" Liam asked after turning back to him.

"I think I'll go have a fag first." He replied.

"Can I join you?" I asked quickly.

"Yeah sure."

I broke away from Liam and then followed Tony outside while Liam went with Bonehead.

"So you and Liam." Tony asked right before he took his first drag. "Are you a thing now or what?"

"I don't know." I replied. "I really don't wanna label it just yet."

"Why 'cuz of Noel?"

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "What does Noel have to do with it?"

"Well it's his brother you're fuckin'. And shackin' up with. Fuck knows the prick's jealous."

"Jealous of what?" I asked.

He pursed his lips as he looked at me. "C'mon, Adds!" He said. "You know he's jealous. He can say whatever he wants, how this is his band and he's the leader and that but it's all a front. Liam's a thousand times cooler than he is and everyone likes him better. Why d'ya think Bonehead didn't bother invitin' him tonight? It's 'cuz he's a fuckin' killjoy. And he knows you belong to Liam."

"Noel hates me." I said softly as I thought about everything that happened in the last couple months.

"He doesn't hate you. He wants to shag you."

"Fuck off!"

"Can't do that." He told me. "You're with Liam now." He grinned.

I tried to hold back my smile but he made it impossible.

"C'mon!" He said as he dropped his cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with his foot. "Let's get back in there and get the party started before the ball drops."

When the clock was about a minute away from striking midnight, someone turned the TV on so we all could watch it. I counted down the seconds along with everyone else until it was finally 1995.

Liam and I locked lips as people screamed "Happy New Year" around us. Our kiss felt as fiery as the cracks of the fireworks on TV and Liam's tongue felt even more electric than it had before.

All the while we kissed though, I couldn't help wondering about how someone else was celebrating.

Was he alone? Had he found cooler friends than the ones who'd been there since before the fame?

And were Tony's statements about him as truthful as they sounded?

#Liam Gallagher #Noel Gallagher #OFC #oasis band #fanfiction

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superheroes.

CHARACTERS: Nixon and Pierce Anderson LOCATION: The Henderson House — Huntington Beach, CA DATE & TIME: February 18th, 2013 at 12:20 AM WORD COUNT: 984 words WARNINGS: None

Eighteen.

It's a monumental stepping stone in a teenagers life — one can be legally tried as an adult, one can buy their own cigarettes, one can get a permit to own a firearm. It's a big deal. It's not a surprise that Nixon isn't eager to be one year older. Had anyone asked him a year ago, two years ago, three years ago, he would've said that it didn't matter. While his opinion is still the same this year, it's a little different.

This year, he's with Noel. In real life, not in some twisted fragment of fantasy that his mind created to cope with what was going on around him. If he touches him, he doesn't fade like a mirage. Noel, he finds, has the same ideology on birthdays — something he thought wasn't possible.

For as long as Nixon could remember, Noel loved birthdays. He loved everything that February 18th gave, from the presents to the family to the sweets — to the day shared with his identical partner in crime. For a little while, the both of them were ecstatic about birthdays. Nixon grew out of the excitement by age ten. Hearing that Noel was just as down pushed Nixon to be the bigger man.

“Noel,” he whispers in the dark, the only light between them being the glow from Noel's cell phone. He doesn't text, but he searches for a YouTube video. His brother looks up, gaze searching his for a few breaths. It's twenty minutes into their birthday, and neither of them have said anything. “Tell me you celebrated while I was gone.”

Nixon makes it sound like he was on vacation for the last four years, not spending a lifetime in hell. The scars on his body are proof of that. Nixon acknowledges the twinge of guilt that floods into his brother's gaze. He's so emotional all the time that it's a wonder how they're genuinely related, until Nixon realizes again and again that he is the odd man out. He thinks Noel will lie to pacify him, to make him feel better about his time spent away from the people who love him, but he surprises him.

Noel shakes his head. "I couldn't." His own voice is a whisper, though it holds much more emotion than his twin's. He gives up his search for the YouTube video and sets his phone between their crossed legs. "It's not a birthday without you."

His heart squeezes painfully in his chest. Nixon looks down and breaks their intimate stare, frowning. It wasn't what he wanted to hear and yet, yet, it was what he needed. He bunches the pillow in his lap between his hands, savoring the comforts of what it truly feels like to be home. Earlier Noel asked him to build a fort in his bedroom, taking the couch cushions and blankets and chairs from the dining room. Together, they stumbled across their old superhero blankets. Nixon pulls the Superman fabric closer to his body.

"So, you didn't celebrate?" His voice sounds distant and far-away. Something resembling sadness pricks at him, but he can't categorize his emotions anymore. He feels everything and nothing all at once, and trying to focus on which is which is simply too exhausting. "...At all?"

"No," Noel replies back. He shakes his head and mirrors Nixon's action, tugging at Spider-Man. "How could I? Celebrating without you would feel weird. Besides, we pinky swore when we were five, remember?"

The elder of the two hums, nodding. He wants to say that he'd done the same, that he hadn't celebrating his birthday without Noel, but it wasn't the truth. Sebastian forced party hats on him and made him blow out the candles on his vanilla-flavored cake. He practically counted down the days until Nixon turned eighteen. Nixon wonders if he's furious that he didn't get to see him legally become an adult. He blinks the thoughts away, and he nods again.

"That makes you... What, forever young?" He finds himself asking, the joke strained on his lips. Noel's own lips quirk up, but Nixon can tell that it's only for his benefit. Making him feel normal isn't easy, but it's a little easier when it's his identical other half.

"Like the song?" Noel pries. Nixon's cheeks flood with color at the jab. He's loved music before his time ever since he could remember. "Or like Peter Pan?"

Forever fifteen. Nixon wishes, more than anything, that he could go back and change his past. If he had the choice, he would've never started talking to Sebastian in the first place. Maybe he would've talked to a girl his age, or a boy who was interested in the same things as him. Maybe he'd be worrying about choosing which Ivy League he wanted to attend rather than panicking about the idea of seeing a therapist in a few days. Forever fifteen. It feels like a lifetime ago.

"The song," Nixon answers with a sigh. He taps his fingers on his knees nervously, and only stops when Noel reaches for his hand. That worried, wavering green gaze of his twin's only adds to Nixon's dwindling attitude. He shrinks. "Why're you looking at me like that?"

Noel pauses, as if choosing his words carefully. As if anything he says could set Nixon off. He's cautious more than anyone else, but it makes sense. Anything that Noel says directly affects Nixon and vice versa. Nobody can get under their skin like they can.

He squeezes Nixon's hand gently. Comfort washes through him. "I'm just really glad you're here, Squints." Tears brim in Nixon's eyes at the nickname, and he shuffles forward to wrap his arms around his brother. He's soft and warm, exactly the same as he remembered. Something close to a sob breaks from his lips. "Happy Birthday."

Nixon sniffles and smiles for the first time since he's been back. "Happy Birthday, Noel."

#03. SELF PARAS / when things aren’t enough. ❜#06. MAIN VERSE / forever and ever. ❜#05. PIERCE ANDERSON / andertwins. ❜

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rainbowserenity · 5 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @comeonlight~ I hope it’s as awesome as you <3333 thank you for being so great and such a light in my life ily so here is some OTP <333

Hope’s job had only one major rule:

Do not approach talk to the talent. Ever. Under any circumstances.

That was just fine with him. He’d been at this gig long enough to realize that most of the ‘talent’ that came through needed personality lessons. One model had actually refused to look at anyone’s face, which had dragged on the shoot for much longer than really needed.

Then again, it wasn’t like he’d get much chance to talk to the ‘talent’ even if he’d wanted to. Hope was a mere lighting assistant, which was just a fancy title for someone who held up lights and flicked some switches according to someone’s ‘vision.’ It was fairly boring most of the time. The only reason he was still working the job was because it actually paid far better than most places in town – and his boss was actually pretty good about working around his school schedule.

Plus, he had to admit, it was pretty interesting to see celebrities up close, even if he didn’t really follow much of pop culture at all. It wasn’t like he could tell people or talk about it outside of work, but he figured that once he’d finally gotten his degree, it’d be an interesting tidbit of information that he’d been within twenty feet of some supermodels.

Because of the general hush-hush environment concerning the celebrities – he’d had to sign a non-disclosure agreement on more than one occasion – they didn’t really get new staff all too often. Sometimes staff from other locations would come to theirs and he knew most of them.

Therefore, it was a complete surprise when he showed up to work early one morning and saw a stunning rose-haired woman pouring coffee.

She was dressed in a simple pair of leggings and an oversized shirt – usually the uniform of choice for makeup artists. A new one, maybe? Or an apprentice?

Whoever she was, Hope knew he was embarrassing himself by just staring. There was something very vaguely familiar about her, but that wasn’t why he couldn’t look away. It wasn’t even her incredible beauty either, although that didn’t hurt.

There was just something about her that drew him in. He’d never felt anything like it. People at school often told him that he had charisma, but that wasn’t quite the vibe he got from this woman.

No, he just felt that somehow, someway, they were meant to be standing here in this exact moment.

In the next instant, Hope realized how ridiculous he sounded in his own mind. He shook his head and walked towards the coffee. Who cared he usually drank tea in the mornings? Everyone needed a change now and then.

The woman dumped some sugar into her coffee, then glanced around before putting in some more. He smiled before he could stop himself and reached for the coffee pot.

She whipped her head around at the gesture, like she’d just noticed someone was right behind her. At the sight of him, her guarded expression visibly relaxed and she nodded. “Sugar?”

The word sounded so foreign that Hope momentarily froze, almost overflowing his coffee in the process. As it was, he filled it right to the top of his cup before fumbling with the pot and setting it down. “Uh, um – apparently not.”

Piercing blue eyes flicked towards his nearly-overflowing cup. She smirked. “And it’s still so early. Hard to imagine that we still have the whole day to go.”

Hope relaxed slightly. So she was a staff member. “Yeah, but that’s what the coffee’s for, I guess.”

“Tell me about it. I don’t know how I’m upright half the time without it.”

“Oh, yeah.” He tried to pretend that he totally drank coffee on a regular basis, yep. He totally wasn’t the only college student in existence who actually got a decent amount of sleep every night. “Kind of amazed I made it here without it.”

She eyeballed him again before another smirked formed on her lips. It was like she could see right through him, somehow. But that was completely ridiculous. “I know what you mean.”

They both chuckled in that sort of awkward way that Hope had only experienced a handful of times – when you knew there was somewhere else you had to be, but you didn’t want to leave the company of the other person and were trying to figure out if you could find a way to see them again.

At least that was easily done. “So, uh, are you here from one of the other studios?”

For some reason, the question caused her to grow quiet. She took a step back and stared – really stared at him, her head slightly tilted to one side. A thousand emotions flickered in those eyes of hers – surprise, amazement, appreciation, intrigue.

Before either of them could say anything, a woman with wild black hair he’d never seen before came out of the makeup studio and spotted the two of them. “Oi!” She tapped her wrist where a watch would’ve been if people wore them anymore. “Coffee break’s over! Get your ass over here!”

The rose-haired woman rolled her eyes in a spectacular fashion. “Sorry. Duty calls.” She turned away and took a sip of her coffee, but then glanced back over at Hope. “I’ll...see you later, I’m sure. Maybe we could talk more.”

“Oh. Uh.” Hope blinked a couple of times, wondering if there was anything that could have possibly warranted further conversation. Was coffee really that fascinating?

Apparently so, because he nodded a second later. “Yes. Absolutely.”

She quirked a bit of a smile before heading into the makeup studio, shaking her head at something the black-haired woman was saying. Maybe his hunch was right and she was a makeup artist. They tended to stick around during shoots in case there were any touch-ups needed or a new look.

Would he really see her later?

Why did he want to so badly?

Hope thought about this the whole time he slugged down his coffee. He thought about it as the rest of the staff arrived and his job got started. It distracted him so much that he couldn’t even concentrate on the whispers of who they were all supposed to be working with today.

“She’s already here?!” one of the photographers shrieked. “Her call time was at nine!”

“Well, you’ve heard the other studios,” one of the wardrobe people said. “She’s, like, notoriously punctual.”

“Punctual is one thing – being nearly an hour early is a whole different level!” the photographer continued, sounding dramatic. But this was typical for him, so Hope didn’t pay it any mind.

Instead, his mind continued to wander – and he kept his eyes peeled.

One of the worst parts of this job was the long, long stretches of time where everyone just needed to hurry up and wait. They had to get everything ready as quickly as possible, but then it was just a matter of sitting around and waiting for everyone’s jobs to finally finish. Hair and makeup, wardrobe, set design...not to mention that some of the celebrities that came through were ridiculously demanding and wouldn’t do anything until those demands had been met. He still had nightmares about the one model-who-shall-not-be-named that had put everyone behind schedule for three hours because she hadn’t had any vegan cannolis in her room.

And she hadn’t even eaten them.

Today though, things seemed to be moving at a faster pace than usual. Hope gladly threw himself into his work, which for now, involved standing on a step-stool and rearranging one of the lights to his boss’s specifications. Everyone was buzzing around with an energy he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Hope glanced at the other lighting assistant. “Hey, Noel.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you know who the talent’s supposed to be today?”

Noel paused and glanced at him, looking both bewildered and amused. “What, were you not paying attention earlier?”

“I guess not.”

“Man, even I know about her.” Noel shared the same interest in celebrity culture as Hope did – that was, basically none – so this was especially intriguing. “She’s all over the place lately – I think she was on the cover of, like, six different magazines in the past month. She’s the face of a bunch of different charities and stuff, too. Yeul loves her work,” he added, referencing his girlfriend.

“Oh.” Hope tried to imagine the newsstands. Something itched in the back of mind. “Who is - ”

“All right everyone, look alive!” The black-haired woman suddenly sauntered out and clapped her hands. “You’re lookin’ at the new face of Louis Vuitton right here, so you’d damn well better be makin’ her look good!”

“Shut up Fang,” a familiar voice muttered.

Very familiar.

He nearly dropped the light when out came the rose-haired woman, dressed in an extremely fancy outfit with a sheer black top with frilly designs on the back.

She wasn’t a makeup artist.

Not at all.

“Lightning Farron!” The photographer walked up and shook her head. “What an honor it is to have you here today!”

Of course, he said that to everybody, but it actually sounded sincere this time. And why wouldn’t it?

Hope couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid. Lightning Farron! The Lightning Farron!

Of course he knew of her – the woman who had appeared in magazines seemingly from nowhere, who was famous for being discovered in a kickboxing class. Earlier in the year, she’d worn a holster on her evening gown while modeling on the runway to bring awareness for gun control. She used her fame to start numerous charities and was, as he’d heard, notoriously punctual.

Lightning Farron, quite possibly one of the most famous models in the world.

That’s who he’d talked to.

That’s who he’d felt an instant connection with.

Oh, god. He was done for. There was no possible way anything could ever come from this.

But a few minutes later, when Lightning was directed into her first test shot, she glanced up and met his eyes, clearing recognizing him. Her lips, lined in a neutral expression, curled up ever-so-slightly at the corners.

“There!” the photographer cried. “That smize! Just like that!”

Somehow, Hope managed not to drop any of the lights or do anything stupid. Instead, he simply smiled back.

After all, he wasn’t supposed to interact with the talent.

But there were no rules if the talent came to him...

#hopelight #hoperai #hopurai #hopelight fic #comeonlight #a;lskdjfliwjeflwiejf #I WROTE THIS AT LIKE 2AM #BECAUSE I FORGOT WHAT DAY IT WAS LOL #PLZ BE GENTLE #someday i'll write a proper model AU #oh well i hope you like this moon #i just had my LV lightning posters for inspiration #shining down on me like the beauty face she is #~swoons #anyway HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN #<333333333333

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I love your fic about blind!Light 😍 Can you pleaseee write a continuation fic/headcanon about hope proposing to her and their marriage? Pleasepleaseplease...? XD

original fic

total nano count: 25880/50000

Themorning of their third anniversary, Hope veered from his usualroutine.

Hesupposed that for a typical couple, this wasn’t really a notablething, but when your girlfriend – the love his life, really – wasblind, routine was expected. Typically, they’d wake up around thesame and he’d make coffee while she took Odin, her guide dog,outside. If they had no other plans for the day after that, he’dusually make breakfast and they’d laze around the kitchen.

Moreoften than not, though, he had to go down to the coffee shop he ownedand take care of things there. Most of the time she and Odinaccompanied him and they’d wait for Serah to come in for her usuallyraspberry mocha.

Thismorning, however, he crept out of bed as quietly as possible andquickly took Odin out himself so that they wouldn’t have to worryabout him later. Once they were safely back inside his apartment, hepeeked in the bedroom to make sure she was still asleep and then wentto make coffee and breakfast.

Well,it wasn’t so much making asit was arranging things on a tray. Hope mused that maybe he should’velearned how to make crepes by now, since they were her favorite thingto have for breakfast. Hopefully he’d have time to learn.

Atleast…having more time with her was the plan, anyway.

“Lightning?”he murmured as he stepped into the bedroom, trying not to jostle thetray so he could surprise her. There were definitely benefits tohaving a girlfriend who couldn’t see when it came to catching her offguard…in a good way, of course.

“Hmm?”Her eyes fluttered open, though of course they didn’t quite focus onanything. Still, her face glanced in his general direction, and asalways, his heart did this weird little stutter in his chest. “Whatare you doing out of bed?”

“Oh,y'know.” He grinned and carefully set down the tray.

Apparentlyit wasn’t carefully enough, because she frowned in confusion when heslid back into bed. “What was that?”

“Situp a little more.” When she did, Hope sat right beside her, theirthighs pressed together, and set the tray on their laps. “Breakfastin bed, that’s what.”

Lightning’sfingers traced the edges of the tray, placing everything in her mind.Her lips quirked into a confused little smile when she felt thecrepe. “Is this what I think it is?”

“Yeah.I special-ordered them at the bakery last night.”

“Huh.”She carefully broke off a piece and ate it, humming in contentment.“What’s the occasion?”

“What,I can’t be nice to my girlfriend?” While that was truth, there wasalso a special occasion…she just didn’t know it yet.

“Notthisnice,” she teased. “Plus, you can’t stop smiling. I can hear itin your voice.”

“Whatcan I say? You just…” Hope smiled again, his voice softer. “Youmake me really happy, Light.”

Sheturned her head more towards him at the words, her lips curvinggently. He closed the space between them before she could even closeher eyes, a little shocked at himself that this was their first kissgood morning.

Notthat they lacked for kisses in general, but still.

“Drinkyour coffee,” he said when they’d pulled away. “You don’t want itgetting cold.”

“Youknow me so well.” She chuckled, feeling for the mug and holding itup to her lips, sipping from it as fluidly as any sighted person.

Thewords struck a chord in Hope’s heart.He, well, hopedthathe did know her as well as he believed. Three years was a long timeto be with a person, and even with the rough patches before they’dofficially gotten together, he couldn’t remember ever being happier.It was a feeling he wanted to cling to for the rest of his life.

Hehoped she’d agree.

Afterthey finished breakfast, she turned her head to silently ask foranother kiss, which he happy obliged. “Do you need to go down tothe shop today?”

“No.”Hope had purposely given himself the day off and taken care of enoughso that Noel would have no problems running the place for the timebeing. Not that Lightning knew that. “Why? Did you have somethingin mind?”

“Notparticularly.” Her hands carefully reached out and he met herhalfway to lace their fingers together. “I just think it’d be niceto spend the day with you. I guess that breakfast in bed put me in agood mood.”

Yessss.“Ican’t say no to that.” He leaned in for another kiss with a smile,brushing their noses together in warning before their lips met. She’dtold him many times that it was fine to take her by surprise when itcame to a kiss, but he preferred to be considerate. “Actually…”

“Hmm?”

Andit was was, one of the most nerve-wracking parts of today. Lightningwas so perceptive that he was sure she’d instantly see through hissuggestion somehow. “I found a new song you’d be able to play. Ialready marked the keys. Wanna try it out?”

Luckily,she didn’t seem to think anything was strange with his suggestion.Instead, her face lit up in that way it only ever seemed to aroundhim. “Sounds good.”

“Great.”He breathed out a sigh of relief. “I’ll take care of the dishes,okay?”

“Someone’sbeing helpful,” she teased. Dishes were usually her doing.

“Yeah,yeah. Just for today.”

Shewas still laughing under her breath as he took the tray and headed tothe kitchen to load the dishwasher. The chore was juuust menialenough for his nerves to come flaring back again. What if she thoughtthis was stupid? Or didn’t want anything to do with him after this? He didn’t think that would happen, but if three years of being withLightning had taught him anything, it was to assume nothing.

Asigh escaped him as he left the kitchen and crossed the room to sitat the piano bench. Having one had been pretty much mandatory whenLightning had moved in with him, so he’d basically had to rearrangehis entire living room. It was kinda nice, though, since it meantthat the both of them could get used to a new space together. Atleast moving things around had forced him to clean and now he madeevery effort to keep things exactly as they were so Lightning had noproblems getting around.

Heglanced up when he heard Odin’s paws padding across the floor,smiling as the dog shuffled to the kitchen to eat. Seconds later,Lightning emerged, looking beautiful as usual.

“Blueshirt and black skirt?”

Shenodded, making her way towards him, her hand held a bit out to theside. Typically, she didn’t like using her cane, never mind insideher own house, so they’d devised their own ways to help her getaround. “I thought so.”

Hopesmiled when her fingers brushed the piano and he tappedher hand, guiding her to the bench. It was comfortable, familiar. Hesincerely hoped he wasn’t about to ruin it. “You look beautiful asalways.”

Sherolled her eyes. The expression was so perfect that sometimes hewondered if she’d perfected it before she’d lost her sight. “You’rebiased.”

“Maybea little.” He grinned and brushed their noses together beforestealing a kiss. Another. And another…

“Quitdistracting me,” she murmured, pulling away, but even her unfocusedgaze was smiling. “I came here to play, Estheim.”

“Ifyou say so.” He tried to laugh, but it came out a little weak. Ohgod, his palms were sweating. Good thing he’d already marked the keys– using their tried and true method of masking tape so Lightningcould feel them easily – or he never would’ve been able to pullthis off. “We’restarting at the F chord.” The real song started a bit later thanthat, but this was a way to…ease her into it. Yeah.

Lightning’sfingers drifted soundlessly over the keys until she’d found onemarked with masking tape. She pressed down, smiling as one lone noterang through the air, and then slowly continued. Hope occasionallycovered her hands with his to guide her to the right notes, but shewas doing quite well by herself. As usual.

Themelody started out as asoft little tune that spoke of promises. It was something you couldlisten to for hours, he thought, because there was nothing about itthat commanded you to concentrate on every note.

Unlikewhat was coming next.

Hopetook a deep breath as he guided Lightning’s hands to the next keys.She tilted her head at his sharp intake of breath, but obedientlyplayed where he asked, the melody flowing into something else.

Thetune was unmistakable.

Dum,dum, da-dum…

Hewatched her the whole time, taking in how her brows furrowedslightly. Luckily, she didn’t seem annoyed – just more confusedthan anything. Even though he could just telltherewas a question at the tip of her tongue, she kept playing until thelast note faded andthere was a buzzing silence.

“Hope,”she said, turning her head in his direction. Somehow, she managed tostare directly into his eyes. “That was the wedding march, right?”

“Um.”He cleared his throat, glad that she couldn’t see him reach into hispocket. “Yes.”

“Why?Are we playing this at some wedding?”

“No.I mean, we won’tbe, because that’d be weird. I think. I don’t know.”

Shenarrowed her eyes. “What are you - ”

Herwords were cut off when he gently took her hand and placed an openbox in her palm. Carefully, he guided her other hand to feel the ringthere. It was different from a typical engagement ring – this onewas a platinum band molded into the shape of a rose with a smalldiamond in its center. Lightning didn’t wear much jewelry, but he’dwanted this to be completely unmistakable, so she’d never confuse itwith any other ring and could describe it by touch in an instant.

“Light,”he murmured when her eyes widened in realization. She knew exactlywhatthis ring was supposed to be. “Will you - ”

“Yes.”

“…”He blinked a couple of times. “What?”

“Youheard me.” She was smirking now, but the wonder in her expressionhadn’t faded. “Do I need to repeat myself?”

Thenerves that had been knotted in his stomach all morning finallyunraveled. “Maybe you should let me finish the question,” heteased.

“Areyou going to go down on one knee?”

“Idon’t need to. I’d rather see eye-to-eye with you.” She rolled hereyes at the bad joke, but that didn’t deter him from leaning in andbrushing his nose against hers. “Lightning Farron,” he murmured.“You make me the happiest I’ve ever been. I want to feel this wayforever with you.”

Sincehe already knew her answer, Hope gently took the box that was stillcurled in her hand and plucked the ring from it, carefully sliding itonto her ring finger. It sparkled there perfectly. “Will you marryme?”

Lightningflexed her fingers a few times, getting used to the feel of the ringthere. She touched it with her thumb, like she needed to make surethat it was real. He couldn’t blame her.

Eventhough he already knew her answer, the smile on her face spokevolumes. Still, he heard it again before she tilted her head andcarefully sought out his lips.

“Yes.”

#Anonymous #hopelight #hoperai #hopurai #hopelight fic #i can't believe i wrote that original fic 3 years ago wtf #but i was looking through my inbox #and this just jumped out at me haha #I HOPE IT'S CUTE???#YAY????#and it was enough to push my nano count over the halfway mark #which is more than i thought i'd do #so hell yeah go me #and it felt nice just to write some fluff ahaha #FLUFF FOREVER

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ancientbooshartifacts · 4 years

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Jack is Back

Author: ShoysRock

Year: 2011

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Vince/Kodiak Jack

"Howard? HOWARD?”

“You're all alone my little flower-girl.” The man grunted, wetting his lips with a thick tongue. Vince backed up as much as he could, blindly reaching around to try to find something, anything to prevent inevitable rape.

But he couldn't. His wrist was grasped, held firm in the demanding thick clammy hands of the woodsman. Vince was in a panick, horrified now he couldn't squirm his arm out of his grasp, the man hungry...hungry for him.

“I'm not even a woman you berk!” Crying out the rank tobacco breath assaulted him as the older man went in to his neck. Choking he was being roughly slobbered and nibbled, the flannal-plaid man grinding his body against him. It was quite an odd, but horrible feeling. Blushing Vince wished he could slap himself for making the loud shrill squeaks instead of screams he was making; he couldn't help it if his neck was so sensitive! Not to mention his only free arm from the grasp trapped between his sweaty chest and his own, starting to shake as he unsuccessfully squirmed.

“Hnng!” Well that's a hickie right there! “GET OFF OF ME!”

“Now now pumpkin-pie, don't worry I like 'em young, man or girly-lady.”

Vince wished he didn't hear that the man was playing for both teams.

Shutting his eyes he gave a buck, trying to kick his legs into Jack's groin. Unfortunately the man was too thick, his knees giving in as the man moved in to kiss him.

It was sloppy, tasting awful, worse than any woman he ever kissed. Vince's legs continued trying to push and kick but they were trapped, his body crushed against the wall while his mouth was violated. The mustache was making his upper lip tingle and itch badly.

How did it come to this? I could have ran! He thought, whimpering and grunting as the other grunted for a different reason. Something hard, not a hand was pressing into his stomach and he flinched with disgust, knowing what it was. His breath was being sucked out, like his saliva. His arms, trapped and pushing in the mess of vest and flannel as he was no longer properly standing on two feet...

It was getting incredibly arousing. He wasn't usually the one helpless. It was feeling quite wrong and confusing to him, being raped an all.

Pulling away Kodiak's lusts could not be contained anymore. With the strength of a bear he yanked off Vince's red scarf, giving him a burn. Yelping Vince's wrist was free, but his belt was quickly unlooped and pants shoved down, dropping past his thighs.

Aww shit... he thought, standing in his underwear with an erection jabbing into his hip.

“Mmm you so beautiful, so purty and all...”Kodiak Jack whispered in a harsh tone, rough like his unkempt beard. With another cry of protest Vince was yanked into his arms and nearly tossed to the mattress, head nearly bumping the wooden bedposts. The yellow light from the lantern on the bedside illuminated Jack's face as he laughed heartily and mounted him, Vince kicking best he can with pants around his ankles.

“HOWARD!?! NABOO! BOLLO! I'M GETTING...I'M GETTING RAAAPED!” Vince didn't care if he was screaming like a girl, stating the obvious. His hands were slapping and clawing at Jack's face, the man out of reach as he rudely ripped off his 'lady's Chelseas and skinny jeans. With an 'eek!' Vince shut his bare legs, wishing he wore underwear today.

“Ahh, you're biiiiig too!” Vince looked at him, panting already from the hammering heart in his ribcage. The way the man was looking at him, pushing his legs up to inspect his man-bits, made his gut flutter. It felt wrong, so very wrong that an insane bisexual hunter would eye his flaccid penis with such a sexual intent.

“F-fuck off!” Sitting up was not an option, his hips were lifted up as the hairy man settled into his crotch. He was even aware of the harsh, quick whimpers in his gasping breath from the fright and sensation of the braided beard tickling his legs and groin. But now was his chance! With a cry he punched the man in his nose when he leaned in a little too close. The beastly being snorted and growled, tossing his hat off and grabbing the protesting limbs. Vince's fearful frown became even frownier, yelping as Jack used his scarf to tie his hands together. Pushing them up over his head the long extra length was worked into a quick, complicated fishing knot to the bed-board.

I'm not going to escape, aren't I?

Both men were panting after this. Vince was wriggling like a fish, blue eyes wide like a fish, mouth open crying out in the frustration of being tied up like a fish out of water. His legs kicking once grabbed and pushed up, the sleek pale fashion-thighs and calves kicking in the air uselessly with the strength of a powerful swimming fish. Jack pushed up Vince's shirt, satisfying his lust at looking at the young man's nipples and undulating torso's muscles writhing and rippling like the waves on a lake. In fact, if there was anything besides game-hunting Jack loved fish-euphemisms, and so did he like his previous hermaphrodite mermangina lover...but that's another story, for another time. Fish.

But for now Jack imagined his squirming little feisty city-boy like a trapped rabbit, its 'foot' stuck in the clutches of his rusty bear traps. Course, now the trap would be his mouth. He couldn't wait to get a taste and make his little bunny-honey mewl with pleasure instead of terror.

“Just relax baby-boo, I just wanna have a taste of you, you do look so yummy, been a long time...”

Vince watched in horror as the man smiled happily and went down to his cock. Jerking he gasped as the man sucked him up, licking and slobbering his dick while the beard and mustache tickled his inner thigh and balls. The sensations were immediate: pleasure and a weightless, hopeless feeling pooling with the pulse to his hardening organ responding to the wetness of the dirty man's mouth. That and a curious-disgust.

“Stop it...stop...stop it...” His voice came out in a cracked whimper, his mouth dry from breathing so hard and loud. His head was up, watching as he got a sloppy blow job from a horny old man.

“Mmmpfh...” With a pop he pulled from the tip, smiling like a demented grandpa as he went down again, sucking the tip as chubby callused fingers quickly pumped his shaft.

I don't want it! I don't! “I...d...d-don't...”

“Come on Vincy, give in to me, I know you like it! All you pompadours like toot-toots!” Jack wasn't good at deep throating, but he did his best taking at least half of Vince's manhood to suck up and down, teeth sometimes chewing on him. Vince was feeling just enough arousal to stand nearly straight up, the teeth and horror doing in the rest of the blood flow to his heart to loudly and quickly beat.

“N-no...” His neck was hurting from its position and unfortunately the tricky suction and tongue swirling around was distracting him. Helplessness, sheer helplessness in his bound state gave him the most weirdest blowjob sensations he ever felt. Usually he was the dominant, yelling 'oh yeaaaah!' to the lovely lady...but this wasn't a lovely lady, it was a wild-man who's hairy face was scratching his bits.

“I can't take it anymore Vincy, let me take us away, up to the moooon!”

Vince let out a sigh of breath, rolling his eyes back with a moan. The tongue strayed too dangerously wonderful against the underside, but now the man was panting and slumped on top of him. He was jerked back into reality, a reality where his dick was swollen and a man was lustfully kissing him again. The sound of a zipper assaulted his ears. Something hot and hard sprung out, rubbing against his own dick to create a sudden sensation that alerted Vince to the prone nakedness of his untouched anus.

“Mpfff...MPFFH!” He groaned and protested into the saltier mouth, sucking in breath through his nose as he watched Jack pull out a tube of lube and an old-packaged condom.

“Never leave home without grannie's good ol' lubrication!” He laughed and pulled back, tearing open the condom with his yellow teeth. Vince's stomach lurched again at the knowledge the man's mouth was so dirty, and was around his own cold wet cock moments ago. Jack sat back, moaning as he slipped the protection on his stout shaft...Vince stared at it, gulping at how thick it was; it surely, surely couldn't...

“MmmMMM! You look so fiiiine...” Jack obviously couldn't recognize the look of terror on Vince's face. Unpopping the cork he gooped the beige-tinted lube on himself and his fingers, which were quick to finger Vince's unprepared rectum.

“Oh...GOD!” Huffing Noel arched, wincing as he braced himself. The finger was thrusting and wriggling, stretching as much as it could in Vince's tightness. It was hurting and an odd sensation for the lad, his breath hitching once Jack carelessly shoved another, humming and 'ooo!ing' at how sexy and nonconsensual Vince looked. In and out, in and out the fingers went, sucked tight into Vince.

“N-no seriously don't...I'm not i-into being bummed by Grizzely A-...Ah...AHDAMS..!”

It was hurting more now. But unfortunately it wasn't for long. While being scissored by the fingers they went in deep and were pushing against the fleshy organ, his prostrate. Each slow thrust into the tight suction touched against the male weakness.

“...a...h...ah...”

“That's a good boy now, likin' me a little more! Now I'm gonna fuck ya like a beast, lady!”

Withdrawing his fingers Vince hadn't realized how tense he was. He relaxed with a loud sigh from the break, though he still was sweating and making the soft noises of fear in his breath. Jack pushed his legs apart even more, spreading his saliva-drenched pelvis for the man to mount him. Making a gruff noise Jack grasped his slimy self and started to push himself into the hole.

“N...No! S-stop it! No, no, no, NO, NO, NO!”

His calls were unheeded, rising in pitch as he felt every hard inch of it slip inside. The lube was good, making it slip into the tightness. He clenched around it as he bucked, squirmed, shut his eyes to chew his lips at the odd and stretching sensations. It was very warm and he could feel the racing pulse of Jack inside, thrusting in and out a little to push deeper and deeper. Opening his eyes he saw how disgustingly pleased Jack looked, mouth open and drool in his beard, his eyes shut as Jack's hips roughly undulated in his thrusts. Vince was throbbing just as much as the elder in him, that is his anus muscles tight around his manhood. It was utterly distracting how powerful the sensation of that was. Vince couldn't stop trembling, no matter how many times he gulped down the achy butterflies in his throat.

“Oooh you're so good my bunny-pie!” Jack panted, smiling as he thrust a little harder. The man finally gave out from sitting up, panting as his hands were running all over Vince's body. Sweat against sweat Vince cried out, the angle changing a little in the copulation. He couldn't do anything to push the man's fingers off him, to remove them from brushing over his tingling nipples or arm pits. The salty smoky breath blasted his face and he turned his head, finding the pillow very convenient to try to muffle the childish fearful sounds he was making. He didn't want to cry out like this, whimpering like a dog or an abused child or a teddy bear set on fire in its dying stuffing.

The thrusting was faster now, the grunting loud in his ear. The breath was probably curling his hair into odd twisted shape. Worse He had to flinch again, Jack pushed his hair away and was sloppily kissing his ear as he fucked him.

“Nnn! Ah...H-help...F...fuck!”

Jack moaned as he pushed in far too easily, because his cock brushed again Vince's prostrate, his form crushing Vince now was rubbing his beer-belly against Vince's wet dick...and it kept hitting there. Vince's muscles spasmed and relaxed, flushing with blood and heat as he mewled. He didn't even notice for a moment as his heart fluttered and face blushed, relaxing with a loud moan into the quick thrusts of his rapist. The sensations against his cock were delightful, like a sloppy half-formed handjob around him, while the REAL pleasure was happening deep, deeper inside...

Vince started to notice, shakingly moaning and his eyes fluttering around in their sockets. His wrists were flexing, but the hands were gripping with terror. His hips were jerking in response to Jack's wild pace, the older man blubbering into his ear sweet raspy nothings.

“T-this is wrong...oh...God...wrong...wrong...wrong...”

I shouldn't be enjoying this! I'm getting raped! I should be sobbing, screaming!

He didn't want to feel it. He didn't want a hairy man's stubble and whiskers rubbing against his face. He didn't want to feel an annoying, pleasurable sensation pulsing through him from the stimulation inside and out. It was perplexing him, confusing. Wrong.

“Imma let you cum first sweetie-bee, lady's first!”

The old man's fist reached under and started to pump him. It was lubricated a little with his previous saliva, now the cold wetness warming from body heat.

“No sir, no I...don't need it no...s-seriously...hng...!” He bucked and yowled like a cat. The fisting was so fast, so much! Now Vince knew he was going to lose his mind. Gasping he gave in, legs limp and hip bones pressed against Jack as he took it deeper and deeper and the handjob faster and faster.

Don't...c-...c...

The mattress creaked loudly when Noel opened his mouth, letting out a yell. He spurted all over, flexing and heaving in the surprise-throes of ecstasy. He came so quickly, so suddenly in the wild mess of the fucking that was pounding his ass. Jack cooed and moaned, “Ahhh yes my Vincy!” not even caring his button down shirt was now coated with jizz, smearing all over the pale boy's stomach beneath him. Thoughts were suspended in the moments of his wild bucking, spilling his load out of the fist that caused it, pleasing his rapist.

“Gunna...ohoh!” Shutting his eyes Kodiak Jack let go of the now flaccid penis, grabbing unto his shoulders to steady his final thrusts. “I...OH...OH VINNNNNCYYYY!!!”

Vince's yelp was shaky, ending with a rattled breath of surprise, eyes lidded as he felt hot semen fill his insides. Both of the men were gasping for breath, Kodiak mumbling in a weird squealy voice as he slowly thrusted in and out of the channel, Vince fluttering his eyes shut to let the emotions wash over him. Shame, terror, and nagging pleasure was thrumming his whole brain. He felt like crying and yet going to faint with a smile on his face. It felt good, it felt bad, it felt sick...and his rear felt a bit distended and stinging once Jack slipped himself out. And then he felt flattened, whimpering once he collapsed on him to gasp and groan. He smelled like musk oxen.

It was a full minute for Vince to come down from his fleeting orgasm. He wasn't cold but warm from their heat and the sticky sweat they built up. His arms were aching from being held up so long, tied to the bed. His eat was wet and so was his left arm from his own drool and lips from when his head tossed back and forth, up and down in the act of copulation. His legs were trembling as he thought over what just occurred and how he was going to be dealing with being violated now in his life, especially so impromptu, tied up and fucked by the cabin leaser.

“H-Howard please c-come back...please...” He pleaded. It was what he could do at the moment, trapped and flabbergasted still. Jack laughed, rolling off of him and curling his fingers into Vince's hair, playing with the black curls like a doll.

“Mmm, such a fiiiiiine fine fuck you was girl, maybe we could go again...” He grunted, gently kissing Vince.

Vince didn't know what was keeping Howard and the gang, but he sure hoped it was soon again. He was surely in for a hard night, worse than boning any Yeti could be.

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