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my-johnlockficrecs · 2 years

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bet you thought you wouldn’t see more of these lists huh. man. this one has been sitting in my drafts for SO long now, mostly complete except for this little chatty bit. those of you who’ve been around for a while probably know i’m a champion procrastinator but this one really takes the cake 🤡 june felt very much like a nothing-month because nothing really happened. it was just very monotonous. and also hot. hope y’all’s june was fun though! and that it wasn’t too unbearably hot, wherever you live. july is basically over now, and wow this was. one hell of a month. and i think that threw me off a bit! after a whole month of nothing, suddenly EVERYTHING happened, and just kept happening, and it was all a bit much. not in a totally bad way, but definitely overwhelming. anyway, i shall cease the rambling now 😮‍💨 on to the main event!

key: blue: reread • 🏳️‍🌈 pride month theme • 💌 valentine’s day • 🐺 A/B/O • 🔎 victorian era fic

spotlight rec

✰ Totus Mundus Agit Histrionem by mistyzeo (42k, E) 🔎

The stage lost a fine actor, even as science lost an acute reasoner, when he became a specialist in crime.

January, 1881: a despondent army doctor is offered a ticket to a Shakespeare play, and is instantly captivated by the fellow playing the Danish prince himself. Then there is a murder. Then they fall in love.

i was hooked to this fic from the very first meeting of john and sherlock. a john pov that is so so good, it’s adorable to read how mesmerising and irresistible john finds sherlock. the flirting and wooing is so subtle and delicately done, even though it’s because they have to avoid drawing attention to their sexualities, there is an undeniable and inherent romanticism and sensuality to it. the whole fic is so sensual to me, with an unhurried pace that tells me the author has superb control over the fic. also a lovely sapphic couple in there too! (hint: one half of the couple is irene 😉) i absolutely love the interactions between the two couples, when john and sherlock can finally be comfortable and be themselves around at least two of their friends 🥹 and, of course, there is a murder. the balance between case and romance is perfect in my view, not too much and not too little of either. the two end up blending into one another, which is exactly as it should be.

bite sized (5k and less)

Do You Want to Know a Secret? by @chriscalledmesweetie (59, G) 🏳️‍🌈

John has a secret. Does Greg want to know?

The Hike-n-Talk Fall by @chriscalledmesweetie (529, G) 🏳️‍🌈

Sherlock is falling for John. Quite literally.

Paint Your Palette Lavender by @chriscalledmesweetie (80, G) 🏳️‍🌈

Sherlock has an epiphany.

Giving Us Lift by @chriscalledmesweetie (485, G) 🏳️‍🌈

How will John entertain Rosie while Sherlock is out on a case?

Interval by berlynn_wohl (3k, E) 🐺

"You shouldn't leave the window open in your state. It's dangerous.”

Antiseptic by @gaylilsherlock (3k, G)

What did John hear on that secret tape from Culverton’s hospital?

Both Sides Now by @totallysilvergirl (12k, M)

Sherlock, undercover on the Norfolk coast, texts that he needs help; John is still seething after Sherlock’s gambit in the train car, and he refuses. When Sherlock goes missing, Mycroft sends John in to pose as Sherlock’s bit on the side.

For Rent by Sexxica (4k, E)

John needs to let off some steam. What better way to do it than by hiring the prettiest rentboy on the block?

En Pointe by standbygo (3k, E)

Sherlock tries pointe shoes. John approves.

Random Numbers by songlin (1k, teen)

Just because they're not having sex doesn't mean they aren't intimate.

A collection of moments in the relationship of asexual!Sherlock and straight!John.

All That I Have by the_arc5 (3k, M)

In the aftermath of the Great Game, Sherlock finds himself with a new weakness. John is both the cause and the cure.

Neriine by Accident, holmesian_love (4k, teen)

Sherlock couldn’t resist. It wasn’t his fault. He had been walking by an alley and it called to him. So he put it in his coat pocket and took it home. He didn’t know how John would react. They had only been together two months now and he didn’t want to ruin things so early on, but he just couldn’t say no. He kept his hand in his pocket, holding his prize.

Il Est Revenu, Mon Amour by @gaylilsherlock (2k, G)

Can things that were once broken be put back together?

Happy Anniversary by Salamboo6 (3k, E)

John inhaled deeply, feeling his cock pulse under the silk gown, and he let his eyes travel on the lean body in front of him.

Sherlock was kneeling on the bed, their bed, and the picture had been taken so John could perfectly see his bare chest and pelvis. But what mattered most, what made John harden rather quickly, was the pair of panties Sherlock was wearing in the picture. Black, string over each hip and laces that outlined Sherlock’s erect cock barely hidden under the soft underwear.

Lingerie by Sexxica (4k, E) 💌

It's Valentines Day and Sherlock is taking John to Angelo's for dinner. Sherlock also happens to be wearing a garter belt, stockings and a rather small pair of women's underwear under his clothes. There's no dessert at Angelo's because John needs to get Sherlock home just as quickly as he can before they both lose their minds entirely.

Cypher by roane (2k, M)

When Sherlock fails to solve a case in time, John will need to be there to pick up the pieces.

Incendiary Hearts by @gaylilsherlock (1k, E)

What really happened in a corner of an abandoned tunnel in the London Underground?

Sherlock Holmes, the Artist by @gaylilsherlock (1k, G)

What if Sherlock had come back home to John before he’d ever even moved out of 221B?

Tell Me Your Secret by @gaylilsherlock (4k,E)

“You can use your soldier voice.”

Still, With Hearts Beating by @finamour (2k, E)

John already knows the sound of Sherlock’s heartbeat. He’s become familiar with his breathing patterns, the way they grow quicker and more shallow as the two of them run through the streets of London. He has, in a passing manner, come to know Sherlock’s scent; the colour of his skin in the dim light of the alleyway; the way his hair grows matted and sweaty against the nape of his neck on a warm July night.

But he has never been pressed up against Sherlock like this, the rise and fall of his breath pushing into his own body through their thin summer clothes. Until now, he has never been fully immersed in his scent, felt his hair softly brushing his face, the thrumming of Sherlock’s heart against his own chest.

fortune favours by @simplyclockwork (5k, M)

On military leave, John Watson discovers that his sister has signed him up for a blind date book event. The set-up is simple: one person brings a book and ends up on a blind date with whoever chooses their contribution.

To say that John is reluctant to attend is an understatement. Luckily, sparks fly between him and a stunning new author when he makes an unorthodox selection from the book choices.

short fics (5k-15k)

Stronger Than This by Laiquilasse (8k, E) 🐺

Sherlock is convinced John is stronger than his Alpha instincts, and he stronger than his Omega. So when Sherlock goes into heat, this is the first time John remains at Baker Street with him.

Heart Like Glass by Laiquilasse (15k, E) 🐺

It's the day after Sherlock's heat has ended, and a trip to the pharmacy brings out emotional baggage for both Sherlock and John. Sherlock struggles with the physical after-effects, and John with affarirs of the heart. As John takes care of the only omega in his life, he has to question how long they can keep this up, and whether there are some things better left unsaid, and if a life without bonding is truly possible for them.

Reignite by augustbird (9k, teen)

When Mary dies, John finds himself in financial trouble without a home for himself and his young son. There's not much choice except to turn to his ex, Sherlock Holmes.

Two Facts by SailorChibi (6k, G) 🐺

When Sherlock and John first mated they decided that they didn't want children. But now Sherlock's pregnant and it's threatening to tear his world apart. He knows John will leave him once he finds out, but how can he decide between his alpha and the child he didn't know he wanted?

A Fortuitous Oversight by scribblesinthebyline (14k, E) 🐺

Sherlock Holmes was perfectly content being a single parent until a scent on the wind caught his attention.

Casualty by @totallysilvergirl (12k, E)

Sherlock renders assistance at a hit-and-run and is left deeply shocked. When the accident turns into a case, John moves back in to 221b to help—and finds that Sherlock has way oversold his image as an emotionless thinking machine

The Important Bit by Solshine (9k, G)

Just where exactly is the line between “to love” and “to be in love”? What difference is required between “flatmate” and “husband”? (Besides the rings, obviously.) No, the important bit is that they have each other. Thirty years, give or take, in an atypical marriage. Basically a long bit of platonic domestic fluff.

The Losing Side by EchoSilverWolf, englandwouldfalljohn (10k, teen)

Sherlock was the only person whose loss had ever brought Captain John Watson to his knees.

I Need You to See Me by Mssmithlove (12k, E)

After going back to war, John is yet again invalided home, this time with a broken ankle and a chunk of his memory missing, unable to recall the last five years he's spent being Sherlock Holmes' partner and husband.

Strong at the Broken Places by @blueink3 (10k, M)

They dated for ten months during Sherlock's first year of uni and John's last before the latter went off to fight someone else's war.

When they meet again two-and-a-half years later, John's gained a scar in his shoulder and a limp he can't seem to shake.

Sherlock's gained a new boyfriend and bruises he can't seem to explain away.

The Adventure of the Apocalypse by CopperBeech (12k, teen)

John's anger at Sherlock over Mary's death meant a long break in their friendship, and it’s only precariously patched up. But now he's back in the sitting room of Baker Street, listening to a plump little bookseller and his dire-looking companion explain why they need Sherlock to help them find a certain boy before the impending End Of The World.

Rains of fish, violin playing, fast driving in a Ford Fiesta, and Sherlock and John working out what they mean to each other in the shadow of Armageddon.

Locked Room Mysteries (or, what really goes on at 221B) by @gaylilsherlock (12k, G)

What do the dashing detective and his beloved blogger get up to when the case is finished? More than you’d think.

All the Flavours, Cherry and More by cwb (6k, E)

“Mm, what is that? You taste good.”

“Cherry lip gloss.”

“Fabulous. What other secrets do you have for me, then?”

Sherlock feels a blush rising to touch his cheeks, more sensual than uncomfortable now that he knows John isn't disgusted by him. No, John is responding exactly the way he had hoped.

By the Bi by emilycare (7k, teen)

It's been a year of living together. Sherlock and John are getting more comfortable with one another. A bit. John's out of sorts tonight though.

Irene Adler insisted to John that he and Sherlock are in a relationship. This has John rethinking his understanding of himself. And Sherlock...well, is Sherlock. But in the face of some movie night cuddling, key information--finally--is shared.

Cracking the Code by CaitlinFairchild (6k, E)

They’re sure of each other, now. They’re settled. And as far as Sherlock is concerned, settled isn’t the least bit boring or stifling or constraining.

Settled is marvellous. Settled is freeing.

Settled means sometimes you make romantic love by candlelight, murmuring hushed words of endless devotion solely because you want to, because the moment feels right and good.

And sometimes, settled means you fuck on the sofa on a Saturday afternoon, straightforward and uncomplicated, no deep desperate romance necessary, just because fucking is fun.

mid length (16k-50k)

Shift by stopthat (46k, E)

Sherlock is tired.

John senses a shift.

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“I’m tired, John,” He murmurs. Barely a whisper. John swallows, feeling irrationally helpless.

“I can see that,” He responds quietly, tracing an eyebrow with the pad of his thumb. “Sleep, then,” He can hear the crack in his own voice—a perfect match for the one in his chest. He hopes that Sherlock won’t notice, won’t try to pick it all apart.

“Not what I meant,” He rumbles, as he drifts off and away, leaving John alone in wakefulness to wonder what the hell had just happened.

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way To Samarra by @gaylilsherlock (20k, E) 🔎

And so Death said, “I was astonished to see your servant in Bagdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight, in Samarra.”

Holmes and Watson retreat to the good doctor’s family country home and lay their feelings bare. What follows, however, neither man could have foreseen.

*ACD-verse fic, imagined with Brett, Burke & later on Hardwicke, as the players, hence my fandom tags.

Let’s Make a Bed Out in the Rain by anonymous (17k, M)

John is devastated after his long-term girlfriend leaves him. Sherlock helps him through it.

Leave the Signs and the Sirens by out_there (24k, G)

After John's released and back home at Baker St, Sherlock still feels it. Down the centre of his chest there's an ache like a healing wound. A physical awareness of a body he usually ignores as much as he can. It's psychosomatic, nothing more interesting than that.

(Post-S1 AU)

long fics (50k and above)

The Men Who Talked Between Words by Odamaki (463k, E)

John expected to be a father some day; he expected to have the house, and the wife and the nice suburban job. Sherlock never expected to have children, in part because he never expected to make it past 30. As it turns out, you don't get a choice. Crammed into Baker Street with a baby, John struggles with single-parenthood and his own fears, while Sherlock treads the fine line between doing too little and saying too much.

Summit Fever by J_Baillier (78k, M)

After graduating from medical school, John Watson followed his heart to the Himalayas. Ten years later, he's a haunted cynic working for his ex-lover's trekking and mountaineering company. Will leading an expedition to Annapurna I — the most lethal of all the world's highest mountains — shake John out of his reverie, and who is the mystery client added to the group at the last minute?

The Agony and The Ecstasy of Sherlock Holmes by @gaylilsherlock (54k, E)

How many times will Sherlock Holmes die for John Watson?

series/collections

February Chaos 2021: Prompt Ficlets by @ohlooktheresabee

Winter’s Child series by Canon_Is_Relative, ImpishTubist (116k, 26 works, complete)

Five years after they meet, Sherlock and John adopt a baby boy.

The Unintentional Crafts of Sherlock Holmes series by cwb, KarlyAnne (13k, 3 works, incomplete)

The Oh, What a Night series by penumbra (fan comic, 3 works, complete)

I’ll Carry the Moon (and the Stars in your Eyes) by 1electricpirate (49k, 7 works, incomplete) 🐺

Containing scenes from an experiment – perhaps the greatest of all. After all, Sherlock is a bonded Omega ... and maybe some urges are about more than biology, anyway.

The Horse and Carriage series by flawedamythyst (60k, 14 works, complete)

What Tomorrow Will Bring series by addicted2hugh (28k, 3 works, incomplete)

#at least i got it out before july ended 💀#don’t even ASK about when the july list will be out #i’m not even thinking about that🫣#johnlock fic rec #my johnlock fic recs #my johnlock fic recs: june 2022 #bbc sherlock #johnlock #johnlock fics

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howlingday · 2 years

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A good leader is one that creates situations where their followers can shine and do their best both in combat and out. Can I get a story showing jaune being a good leader and friend making sure RWBY and NPR shine and thrive?

"How's your day going, Jaune?" Ruby asked, carrying her notebook to the Leadership class they were required to take.

"Alright, I guess." Jaune sighed, rolling his shoulder. "I just got done being Cardin's punching bag again."

"Again?" Ruby asked. "I thought you guys made up."

"We did," Jaune answered, "but that doesn't mean he's going to hold back in his one-on-one's with me anytime soon. In fact, he'll probably hit harder now."

"Well, good luck with that." Ruby offered a sympathetic smile. "After this, I have to go get chewed out by Weiss."

"Really?" Jaune quirked a brow. "Why's that?"

"I got a C+ on my last class."

"But... that's good, right?"

"That's what I said!" Ruby exclaimed. "But it's not good enough for her! She says I should be getting straight As!"

"Well, she's not wrong," Jaune replied, "but then again, I'm barely passing, too. Not to make excuses, but I also have to help my team, too."

"Really? How?"

"Well, after this, I have to help Nora study." Jaune opened his notebook to reveal an Ursa doodle he made, with an X slashed over it. Underneath it was a large three, and to it's side was a four. "She learns a lot better with drawing and pneumonic devices."

"Numo-what?"

"Y'know, like, 'Reverse Aura'?" Jaune explained, "when you show up to a mission, you, 'Arrive, Report, Understand, and Attack,' which Nora is going to do when I show up for our study session."

"Oh, yeah." Ruby nodded. "But that's just Nora being Nora, right? I'll bet Ren and Pyrrha are easier to handle, right?"

"Kind of, but also no." Jaune chuckled. "Pyrrha and I are training every chance we can get, and she's constantly wanting to try new moves on me."

"Wow!" Ruby exclaimed. "I'll bet they're really awesome!"

"Yeah," Jaune scratched his head, "until I catch her off guard with something."

"Pyrrha? Off guard?"

"It's more common than you'd think." Jaune admitted. "But she's definitely tough, so I want to make sure she's at her best with everything."

"So long as it isn't Ren's protein shakes, right?" Ruby sniggered.

"Yeah, he's still working on their flavor." Jaune awkwardly smiled. "But he's improving, and with a little help from me, I think he'll be able to make something for all of us."

"Really?"

"Mhm." Jaune nodded. "And not just his meals. I'm also helping him with his endurance. I've been looking into stress relief to help him keep his energy while fighting."

"Do they work?"

"He hasn't passed out since the Emerald Forest, so I'd say it's good progress."

"Huh." Ruby said, as they were entering the classroom. "Neat."

'I wonder how I could improve my team, too.' Ruby thought to herself.

#rwby #ruby rose #jaune arc #my answer

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ithinkilikeit-reactions · 3 years

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The Boyz “You watch them jerk off”

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Ask: It's a kinky one, but how about The Boyz reacting to the reader watching them jerking off/playing with sex toys? 💓💓

A/N: This is.... really dirty. My mind really took over on this one. So this is your warning.

Sangyeon:

He was loving this, the look on your face, the way your eyes alternated between his face and hand on his cock. He couldn’t help himself but chuckle. “Look at you, you look like an eager puppy.”

You pouted, you just wanted to touch him so bad. Sangyeon could see that, the eagerness in your eyes as you watched him and well, he was feeling generous. “Come here.” He said, using his free hand to gesture for you to come near. You abided and got closer, not touching him just yet but had a feeling you knew what was coming. After all, you had behaved yourself.

“You’ve been good, so I’ll let you finish me off.” His voice was serious, watching as your hand carefully trailed up his bare thigh. Your fingers wrapped around his cock gently and you made sure to look at him. Afterall, eye contact was essential to him.

Jacob:

Jacob only really did this when he was incredibly needy, otherwise you were there to satsify his needs. Which was why you didn’t think twice when you entered his room, but why you were so surprised to see his cock in his hands. Sweat dripping down his chest, frustrations from practice really having got to him.

“Oh shit.” He cursed, noticing you walk into the room but also not being able to stop his hand from moving. He was just so close, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. “Don’t stop on my account.” You said softly, dropping to your knees in front of him. “Were you that needy?” You asked him, stroking his thighs as he started jerking himself off even harder. Jacon let out a whine, one he himself would consider pathetic, one that you would say was beautiful.

“Fuck- when you look at me like that- I.” He choked out, throwing his head back as he felt himself cum, splaying over his stomach as he moaned out. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” You smiled, standing up and kissing him on the forehead. You were about to walk away, when he pulled you back.

“You’re funny if you think I’m done after that.”

Younghoon:

It was cute, how unsure he was at this moment. Gently stroking himself as you watched. For Younghoon being so big, he looked so small and shy in this moment it just turned you on more.

“Come on, don’t get shy on me.” You told him, sitting at the edge of the bed. Younghoon’s eyes locked on yours, only mustering a whimper before he looked away again. Jerking off when he was alone was one thing, but jerking off in front of you... he was so turned on that he was embarrassed of it. He felt pathetic and that made him even closer to cumming.

“You’re close aren’t you?” You asked, creeping closer to him and drawing your hand from his ankle to up to his thigh. The closer you got to his length, the harsher his whimpers got and the more his hips bucked. “Oh yeah, you definitely are.” His hand slowed down and you ran your pointer finger over the underside of his cock.

“Please finish me off, I can’t take this.”

Hyunjae/Jaehyun:

Jaehyun looked at you with hazy eyes, hand lazily stroking his cock as your own hands did a number on yourself. Yes, this is exactly what he wanted when he suggested mutual masturbation. Especially with the way your eyes scanned his body, it made him cocky.

He continued to stroke his cock, a little faster now and watched as your pace faltered. “Keep up.” He said, voice not giving in once even despite the pleasure he was feeling. You couldn’t help but whimper and shut your eyes, feeling close yourself as your hands worked over your core. “Look at me.” Jaehyun’s voice was commanding and you couldn’t help but listen.

Your eyes went directly to his hand, wishing it was on you rather than pleasuring himself. He could tell that you needed him, which made this all the more fun for him. Jaehyun leaned over to you, placing his face close to yours.

“If you’re good and cum with me, I might help you out later.”

Juyeon:

He wasn’t particularly shy, especially not about this. Juyeon didn’t even flinch when you entered the room while he had his fist around his cock. No, he more gave you a look that told you to either leave or sit and watch and well, you obviously chose the latter.

Listening to his moans and watching the veins in his arms get more prominent, you were getting needy yourself. Especially as he locked eyes with you, practically smiling as he did so. You were having a hard time just sitting and watching, fiddling with your hands before dropping down to your knees in front of him.

“You want to take over? Don’t like watching?” He asked as your hand reached out for his length. You nodded and he sighed, allowing you to take over. Hissing as your hand wrapped around his. He teased you, now you were going to do the same. Or so you thought, until he grabbed your wrist and made you look him the eyes.

“I let you take over, doesn’t mean you can tease.”

Kevin:

Kevin was quite insecure when it came to you watching him. It was one thing for you and him to have sex together but another if you just wanted to watch him. But he pushed that aside, because he wanted to please you and well he didn’t regret it.

“You look so good.” You praised, as he pressed his back to your chest. Your hands were running over chest, shoulders and stroking his face, but not where he needed you. “I bet you’d feel better than I look.” Kevin retorted, hoping his taunts would get you to touch him instead. You laughed a little watching as he picked up the pace.

“Hmm, nice try.” You said softly in his ear, dragging your nails over his chest lightly as you did so. Getting a moan in response as watched his hand pump even harder. Why this was so hot to him, he had no idea.

“You’re evil.”

New/Chanhee:

Chanhee thrived off of attention like this, there was just something about being the center of attention and well, he knew he looked good. Especially with the way your eyes followed his hands every move.

He looked so incredibly good but sounded even better, God you could watch him touching himself forever. But you wanted to touch him so bad, you couldn’t help but reach out for his cock. Only for him to pull away and tut at you.

“I told you not to touch.” Chanhee said and sat back down. You just wanted to make him cum, you just wanted to hear his pretty sounds and you wanted to be the reason for them. “Please.” You pleaded and he shook his head, stroking his cock slowly, teasingly.

“If you would’ve asked first... maybe. But now, no.”

Q/Changmin:

In this moment you were wondering why you had agreed, letting him tie you up so that you wouldn’t be tempted to touch. Yet here you were, still tempted to touch as your fingers fidgeted behind your back and well Changmin could tell. He could tell and he was enjoying it.

“You don’t like just watching, not being able to touch me huh?” His words were strained, jerking himself off quickly as you sat in front of him. You shook your head in response and he couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m enjoying this though, you look so needy.” He said between moans, knowing just what effect he had on you right now.

“I’m so close to cumming.” Changmin said and watched you squirm at his words. You just wanted to touch him so bad, you wanted him to touch you so bad. You felt like you were losing and he was just so amused.

“Watching you like this just turns me on more. It’s fun to see you struggle like this.”

Haknyeon:

He was trying to get caught, it was something he was into that you still needed to discover and boy did you discover it. Seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed jerking himself off, simply nodding a head in your direction with a smile. It caught you off guard but you, adjusted quickly and sat next to him on the bed.

His hand didn’t slow down as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. “You wanted me to watch didn’t you?” You asked, running your hands over his stomach and listening to him his. You kissed over his shoulders too, moving your lips up and by his ear to kiss his sweet spot. “Mhmm.” He responded to your question, finger tips swiping over his slit and making himself moan.

“Hmm, maybe you should make yourself cum then, if you wanted to get caught so badly.” You mumbled into his neck, watching his pace pick up and hearing his sounds get louder. God, this was so hot and the fact that he liked being watched like this.

“I’m so fucking close.”

Sunwoo:

When you told him you wanted to watch him, he felt himself get shy. But he would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t like the thought. Especially because Sunwoo loved your eyes so much. Particularly now, that you were on your knees in front of him and looking at him like that.

He was so hard and turned on he was almost angry, stroking his cock and letting out grunts as he did so. You dragged your tongue over your lips and blinked at him again, eyes locking with his making his hips buck. “You knew what you were doing when you asked this.” He moaned, leaning down to kiss you quickly and not taking his hand off of his cock.

You watched his hand and licked your lips again, the action not being unnoticed by Sunwoo. He was trained on your facial expressions as you watched him and the fact that you were so turned on watching him, made the tension is stomach get even more intense.

“Fuck, you like to watch as much as you like to swallow. Open your mouth.”

Eric:

He didn’t understand, he would much rather have you touch him or just have sex with you in general. Eric didn’t understand the appeal, but he tried it because you asked. He didn’t understand the appeal, until he was close to cumming and feeling your hands everywhere except where he wanted you.

“I thought you said you didn’t like this.” You teased as he whimpered under your touch, his hand not letting up on his pace. He wanted to cum really bad. “I don’t. But this feels so good.” He whined and you allowed your hands to move over his thighs. You dug your nails into them lightly, enough for him to feel it and hiss.

That was the straw, the thing that made him cum. Eric’s thighs started shaking and cum coated his stomach and thighs as he whimpered.His eyes shutting and you smiled, petting his hair. He was having a hard time opening his eyes after that, but he managed and looked at you with hooded eyes.

“I- hated that. But fuck, we should do that again. Maybe I watch you this time.”

A/N: This absolute pure filth like absolute filth. I haven’t written something like this in a long time. @kpoporacle I hope you like it!

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edenmemes · 3 years

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skyward sword sentence starters

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❝ you promised to meet me before it starts, remember? ❞ ❝ you seem pretty...relaxed about the whole thing. ❞ ❝ is something wrong? what’s the hurry? ❞ ❝ sometimes i just don’t know what’s going on in your head. ❞ ❝ i'm not like you. i fail at everything i try. ❞ ❝ a shrimpy boy like you hardly looks the part of a hero. ❞ ❝ swatting a few monsters will be no trouble for you. ❞ ❝ run and play this time. get in my way again, though, and you’re dead. ❞ ❝ don’t even pretend that was an accident! ❞ ❝ do you doubt these eyes? i look upon your shirt and i see a single thread loose on your sleeve stitching. ❞ ❝ this is no place for one such as you. and yet here you stand. ❞ ❝ i need to vent all this unhealthy anger, and your agony is such a great stress reliever. ❞ ❝ remember what we discussed. restrain yourself. focus on the task at hand. ❞ ❝ do my words anger you? do my words sting? let them. ❞ ❝ you don’t come by here just to see me, do you? ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? you just made a face like you wanted to say something. ❞ ❝ oh, i get it. you’re trying to weasel out of having to practice. ❞ ❝ i guess it’s not all bad. at least i’m getting paid. ❞ ❝ there’s something i’ve been meaning to talk to you about.... ❞ ❝ would you wake up, straighten up, and grow a backbone already? ❞ ❝ nice try, but you’re not fooling me. ❞ ❝ i...i have to go. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ folks were always cheering me on like it was a parade. but as you know, time passes. ❞ ❝ you keep some very strange company, friend. ❞ ❝ i don’t know if it’s safe yet...i’m going to stay here awhile longer. ❞ ❝ oh no. you’ve done it now! there’s no escaping this one! ❞ ❝ so, what now? are you going to cry? ❞ ❝ i can’t begin to tell you how sorry i am for pulling you into all of this. ❞ ❝ what is wrong with you? just look at what you’ve done! ❞ ❝ what we’ve seen here today defies explanation. ❞ ❝ you put up more of a fight than i would have thought possible out of such a soft person. ❞ ❝ did you really just draw your sword? foolish. ❞ ❝ should you heed the call of destiny, i don’t know what dangers you may have to face. ❞ ❝ i can’t help being such a coward...i’m really sorry. ❞ ❝ i fear i spent far too long teasing and toying with you. ❞ ❝ you do your people proud. ❞ ❝ how long do we have to live in constant fear? ❞ ❝ i'll just beat you within an inch of your life! ❞ ❝ dawn is drawing near. it has been a long night for the both of us, hasn’t it? ❞ ❝ you were limp and unconscious. i feared the worst. ❞ ❝ what do you think you’re doing sneaking out with that? ❞ ❝ such a beautiful day, but we’re too busy to enjoy it. some things never change. ❞ ❝ i guess you’ll never learn unless you run into trouble one day. ❞ ❝ look at my face. if that’s your idea of a joke, i’m not laughing. ❞ ❝ you appeared to be relishing that snooze, so i declined to wake you. ❞ ❝ huh? oh, uh, nothing. really, i was, uh...talking to myself. ❞ ❝ you’re looking a little pale... ❞ ❝ i imagine you and i will cross paths again. until then, do not lower your guard. ❞ ❝ you certainly are persistent... ❞ ❝ all that may be well intentioned and true, but it doesn’t mean it’s right. ❞ ❝ i’m prepared to pay the price for what i’ve done. ❞ ❝ i had no idea we were fated to carry such a heavy destiny. ❞ ❝ i need your strength to tip the scales in our favor. ❞ ❝ all this training, and no results! ❞ ❝ all i’ve hears so far is a bunch of babbling about destiny, but that’s a load of garbage. ❞ ❝ when night draws her tenebrous curtain across the sky, i come here. ❞ ❝ what in the world just happened? did you use some kind of magic? ❞ ❝ please, see it through and prove the legends true. ❞ ❝ i was happy just spending my days hanging around with you. i wanted that feeling to last forever. ❞ ❝ you are vital to a mission of great importance. ❞ ❝ the chances of that happening are just about less than zero. ❞ ❝ i hate to break it to you, but today’s the day i bust up this adorable little fantasyland you’re living in. ❞ ❝ this is a war, and the fate of the land hangs in the balance. ❞ ❝ i know you, and you’re no hero. ❞ ❝ you’re messing with me. say it again, i dare you. ❞ ❝ you float through life with your head in the clouds. ❞ ❝ i don’t do charity for wimps. ❞ ❝ what’s this...? what is it that my eyes behold? ❞ ❝ don’t even think about it! are we clear? ❞ ❝ the point is your work here is done. i got it covered from here. ❞ ❝ my eyes foresee a hazardous, thorny road ahead for you... ❞ ❝ you...this is your fault, you know. ❞ ❝ my heart is bursting with thoughts of you. ❞ ❝ i have a serious dilemma on my mind right now, and you’re distracting me. ❞ ❝ i’ll make you proud. you’ll see! ❞ ❝ feels dangerous. something could jump out at us at any moment. ❞ ❝ we’re talking about a tale that’s been passed down over a lot of years, so i wouldn’t put much stock in it. ❞ ❝ i have the right to experience an unfettered and passionate love, don’t i? ❞ ❝ i’ll tell you, it gives even a big guy like me the creeps. ❞ ❝ oh...how can i get you to notice me? ❞ ❝ i get the feeling nothing i can say will talk you out of it. ❞ ❝ my love for you is wider than the horizon and deeper than the clouds. ❞ ❝ trust my piercing eyes...listen to my pure and innocent voice. ❞ ❝ i feel so excited, so cheerful, so full of life. ❞ ❝ i sense a silent power dwelling somewhere in your frame. ❞ ❝ this turn of events has left me with a strong appetite for bloodshed. ❞ ❝ there’s no doubting it. the gears of fate have begun to turn. ❞ ❝ i'm sorry. i was lost in thought there for a moment. ❞ ❝ don’t men open doors for a lady anymore? how long am i supposed to stand here waiting for a little chivalry? ❞ ❝ i hate even saying this, but i guess you got it all figured out. ❞ ❝ you must not push yourself. you’re still recovering. ❞ ❝ you think you’re pretty suave, don’t you? ❞ ❝ i know you’re in a hurry, so i really appreciate you taking the time to help. ❞ ❝ i saw it, but i was able to escape by the seat of my pants. ❞ ❝ do you have any idea how that made me feel inside? furious! outraged! sick with anger! ❞ ❝ you’re really something else. i could never imagine myself doing what you’re about to do. ❞ ❝ i must aid you in fulfilling the great destiny that is your burden to carry. ❞ ❝ i should have believed you...i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ lately, when i think about you, my head gets all fuzzy, my heart races, i get short of breath, and i feel all dizzy... ❞ ❝ you should know better than that to fret about me. ❞ ❝ thanks for jumping in there to rescue me. ❞ ❝ hey, hold on there! what are you trying to pull all of a sudden? ❞ ❝ your face cries out in earnest wonder, and that cry is: ‘what’s this?!’ ❞ ❝ i promise up front not to murder you. ❞ ❝ you...didn’t hear any of that, did you? there’s no way you heard, right? ❞ ❝ i tell you, all sorts of weird things are going on lately. ❞ ❝ calamitous visions appear before me... ❞ ❝ you...make me so happy...i think i’m going to keel over... ❞ ❝ i wanted you to be the first to see me like this. ❞ ❝ i can’t imagine a more fitting color for you. it’s as though you were born to wear it. ❞ ❝ i bet you can’t even decide what to have for lunch on your own, huh? ❞ ❝ amazing, right? wrong! it is beyond amazing! ❞ ❝ it can’t be easy for you, can it? ❞ ❝ you’ll see in time that you have your own role to play in all this. ❞ ❝ trust in fate to guide your feet. ❞ ❝ i bet you’re here just to check me out, right? ❞ ❝ i just hope nothing has happened. i’m worried sick thinking about it. ❞ ❝ whoa...you’re kind of imploding my mind right now. ❞ ❝ if you wanna live again one day, you should head for home. ❞ ❝ you have a great journey before you, and those clothes...they don’t look up to the task. ❞ ❝ did you manage to get even a wink of sleep last night? ❞ ❝ ever heard of banging your knuckles against the door? it’s called knocking. ❞ ❝ so, uh...yeah. just how long have you been standing there? ❞ ❝ honestly, it’s almost as though you become a completely different person when you worry about me. ❞ ❝ you showing up here must mean we’re connected somehow. like fate. ❞ ❝ sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. ❞ ❝ to tell you the truth, i’m feeling a little frustrated, and right now i just need someone to vent to. ❞ ❝ what’s with you? leave me alone if you don’t want anything. ❞ ❝ hearing that is such a...huge weight off my mind. ❞ ❝ though your journey will put you in harms way, you must endure. ❞ ❝ i'm just deadweight. what kinda use is that to anyone... ❞ ❝ seriously, what is that thing over there?! ❞ ❝ before i say another word, i feel like i owe you an apology. ❞ ❝ during your long journey, you’ve grown so much. ❞ ❝ from the moment i laid my eyes on you, i could tell you had a gentle and generous heart. ❞ ❝ oh dear...i don’t know what’s come over me all of a sudden... ❞ ❝ you don’t appear to have any serious injuries. for that much we can be grateful. ❞ ❝ i can see into those dopey eyes of yours. ❞ ❝ i can finally smile and laugh again! thank you ever so much. ❞ ❝ i think i might of broke something. ❞ ❝ is that it? i thought it was going to put up more of a fight. ❞ ❝ i thought we were goners this time. sort of glad i was wrong about that. ❞ ❝ what? i don’t seem like my usual self? ❞ ❝ this place needs a name. a name fitting for this rugged, adventurous wilderness. ❞ ❝ what were you thinking? you scared a year off my life! ❞ ❝ care to explain just what you meant by ‘our special moment alone’? ❞ ❝ my advice? work hard and wish with all your heart. ❞ ❝ say, you look all flustered. ❞ ❝ i fear we can’t dwell on our success. ❞ ❝ the world is bursting with undiscovered surprises, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ you're not exactly mr/mrs.perfect either, are you? ❞ ❝ this is easily as scary as i thought it would be. ❞ ❝ i swear this neighborhood’s getting crummier every day. ❞ ❝ you ain’t as dumb as you look. ❞ ❝ i was going to ask if you wanted me to take care of you forever... ❞ ❝ i need to learn how to keep these delirious dreams in check. ❞ ❝ maybe you should forget about everything that happened here tonight. ❞ ❝ can you imagine a more gruesome fate? ❞ ❝ there are more monsters about than before, so be careful. ❞ ❝ human desire is an insatiable, fearsome thing. ❞ ❝ i sense an evil presence on the other side of this door. ❞ ❝ you understand, don’t you? i’m not wrong about this, am i? ❞ ❝ i never wanted to lay eyes on you again. ❞ ❝ i would have gotten discouraged if you hadn’t come by to cheer me on. you gave me motivation. ❞ ❝ who do you think you are, getting involved in my business like that? ❞ ❝ i just wish there was more i could do for you... ❞ ❝ i don’t even understand how you could make such a wild accusation! ❞ ❝ it was at that moment i finally realized. i realized that...i love you. ❞ ❝ make sure you come home every now and then. nothing like a good sleep in your own bed. ❞ ❝ you’d better not keep me waiting. ❞ ❝ make sure you put your heart into it! i won’t stand for anything but your best. ❞ ❝ how could you be swayed by the temptation of material gain? do you have no honor? ❞ ❝ you really want to hear about all my troubles? that’s kind of you. ❞ ❝ you...weren’t supposed to see that whole spectacle. how embarrassing... ❞ ❝ you have only succeeded in buying us a little more time. ❞ ❝ watch it! that’s no way to talk to someone who just saved your life! ❞ ❝ you look like you need to get something off your chest. ❞ ❝ know that all the questions you have now will be answered in time. ❞ ❝ there is nothing natural about these tremors. ❞ ❝ you might just be the person i need! you seem pretty good with the ladies. ❞ ❝ it’s great to hear you’re so confident in me. ❞ ❝ ideal love is unfettered and passionate. anything less than that can’t really be called love at all. ❞ ❝ you're incessant buzzing around my head like some irksome gadfly when i’m this busy is...making me very disagreeable. ❞ ❝ you may not have noticed, but i’m trying to hide here. could you please scoot along? ❞ ❝ you'd better keep your eyes to yourself, if you know what i mean. ❞ ❝ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❞ ❝ you...you came to see me! i’m so happy. ❞ ❝ your job is simple! you make sure none of these monsters lays a claw on me. not...one...claw. ❞ ❝ now is not the time to be picky about who will help you. ❞ ❝ watch carefully while i demonstrate what a real hero looks like. ❞ ❝ you are something else! there is nothing you cannot do. ❞ ❝ if you think about how often we meet, you have to admit that our relationship has gone beyond friendship, you know? ❞ ❝ i’ll make the affair so excruciating, you’ll deafen yourself with the shrill sound of your own screams. ❞ ❝ i was right, then. there is something special about you. ❞ ❝ i should have reprimanded you the last time we met, but instead i was...soft. ❞ ❝ ha-ha! you didn’t see that coming, did you? ❞ ❝ you really are a snake in the grass. ❞ ❝ you are indeed worthy of being called a hero. ❞ ❝ i’m not used to getting stared at like this. it’s making me blush. ❞ ❝ i can’t hide anything from you, can i? ❞ ❝ the longer i train, the more i realize i’ll never measure up to you. ❞ ❝ whoa...you took out every last one of them. ❞ ❝ i know how bad this must look to you right now, but i assure you i mean no harm. ❞ ❝ it’s all very strange, but i doubt there’s much of a connection between these things. ❞ ❝ you're a weird one, climbing all the way up here. ❞ ❝ don’t cry --- it’s perfectly, mostly safe! ❞ ❝ you and i, we’re bound by that thread of fate. destined to fight. ❞ ❝ meet me in battle, and the thread of fate that binds us will be soaked crimson with your blood. ❞ ❝ i do not wish to dwell on what may have happened if you hadn’t been here. ❞ ❝ you have awakened a wrath that will burn for eons! ❞ ❝ you really like those fantasy stories, eh? ❞ ❝ there is one teensy, tiny thing i lack...namely, mercy. ❞ ❝ i must warn you, i won’t go easy on you this time. ❞ ❝ i might be willing to forgive and forget if you’ll strike a deal. ❞ ❝ since i know i can be honest with you, i’ll admit i got a little sulky. it was frowns all around. ❞ ❝ i see you’re still among the living. ❞ ❝ i saw them dragging you off unconscious, so i tailed them. ❞ ❝ i want you to visit me at my house tonight. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to say a word. i can see how you feel by the spark in your eye. ❞ ❝ you’ll see. i’ll be as tough as you in no time. ❞ ❝ it’s not like ‘oh, hey, that person’s back! i’m so happy!’ or anything like that... ❞ ❝ whoa...that’s some really terrible handwriting. ❞ ❝ i would very much like it if you would go out with me. ❞ ❝ truly? you choose me? ❞ ❝ i swear to you, whatever it takes, i will drag you into an eternity of torment. ❞ ❝ you and i, we’re bound by a thread of fate. ❞ ❝ i’ll watch over you, protecting you from afar. ❞ ❝ until then, we’ll keep our love secret. ❞ ❝ this news has just filled my heart with rainbows! ❞ ❝ this place seems strangely familiar... ❞ ❝ don’t you gotta take care of your own business first? ❞ ❝ they’re not going to do anything nice if they catch you. ❞ ❝ it’s not humane to tease someone this bored. ❞ ❝ i’m not some sideshow for you to gawk at. ❞ ❝ it’s weird to say out loud, but that’s just how i feel right now. ❞ ❝ you can’t break me with interrogation. you’ll never make me talk. ❞ ❝ word is there’s a huge treasure hidden in these here ruins... ❞ ❝ what? that’s not weird to say! ❞ ❝ ...i understand your true feelings. better than you know. ❞ ❝ all the fairytales that we heard growing up...they appear all too real. ❞ ❝ do i look sad? no, i’m doing what i want to do! ❞ ❝ i don’t know what came over me! i had no clue i had the talent to make something like this. ❞ ❝ you shouldn’t be out here in the open with no way to defend yourself. ❞ ❝ you do have the tendency to cause trouble for those you ‘help’. ❞ ❝ as far as i’m concerned, i got nothing but time. ❞ ❝ don’t you play coy with me. i know that you know, so why not let me in on the fun? ❞ ❝ so you really think a sob story like that is going to work on me? what a joke. ❞ ❝ i’d take pleasure in punishing you, but i have no time for recreation. ❞ ❝ sorry to leave you on your own, but you look like you can handle it. ❞ ❝ remember --- it’s a secret to everybody. ❞ ❝ it isn’t as action packed as what you’re doing, but maybe this is my destiny. ❞ ❝ don’t you just love the way it smells down here? ❞ ❝ defending the land...it’s my purpose, i think. it’s why i’m here. ❞ ❝ what do i know...you might just surprise me. ❞ ❝ fibber! you’re a fibbity fibber! ❞ ❝ you needn’t even say it. i can tell from the look of sheer astonishment on your face. ❞ ❝ you have had this destiny thrust upon you without warning... or choice, for that matter. ❞ ❝ don’t do anything heroic and get yourself caught. ❞ ❝ ...you want to tell me but you can’t? ❞ ❝ you know, i really worry about you. it’s a weakness of mine. ❞ ❝ try not to get in the way of my shots, ok? ❞ ❝ i haven’t slept a wink in...ahhh...i don’t even know how long. ❞ ❝ i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure. ❞ ❝ you seem a good deal stronger than the last time we met. ❞ ❝ i would be remiss if i didn’t let you know of the weight on my heart. ❞ ❝ i have a reputation to protect, you know. ❞ ❝ listen closely. do you hear that? ❞

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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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May I request Ogun with a Black shy female reader doing a training session that leads to a little bit more 🙈

Anon please

You’re a second-generation pyrokinetic (Like Joker and Maki). Idk why but I made up in my head that you have flint-bottomed tap-dancing shoes that briefly light when you scrape your feet against the floor…..so that’s where you get your fire from 🤣🤣🤣

This one is a bit longer than normal cause i gotta build the tension

I am terrible at action scenes bruh

Chug- lift heels, slide forward, and then drop the heels at the end of the slide forwards

“Hey, Y/n!” You look up from the bland mashed potatoes and corn Company 5 had prepared. It was a hot Sunday morning and your partner in crime was as excited as ever. He stood a few feet away at the back entrance in the cafeteria. Cocking a thumb behind him, he dawns a toothy grin. “Want to play a quick game?” The game Ogun hinted at was one you were quite familiar with and one you should have known he would ask you to participate in today. “Fine, but don’t cry when I win.” You scoop another spoonful of corn before tossing your tray away for recycling. You’d need all your strength cause Ogun never lost without asking for back-to-back redos.

.You didn’t quite understand the need to be sweaty all the time, but always gave in to his whims

Ogun preferred to train in the field where the sun shined the most throughout the day at the far left of the Company. Often as you went on throughout your day-to-day training, you’d spot Ogun doing laps and practicing his attacks throughout the day.

“I’m feeling fired up today Y/n, you might want to be worried.” You close your eyes as you stretched an arm over your chest. You had yet to lose but you knew Ogun only saw that as a personal goal to get past. “Let’s get this over with, I’m tired.” The smell of smoke enters your nostrils giving you enough time to dodge Oguns boosted attack. “I told you about letting yourself known Mr. Montgomery.” You open your eyes, Oguns skin was lit ablaze with his pyrokinetic abilities.

From afar you’ve always admired the swirls that decorated his skin whenever you got amped up, and this time was no different. “I see you’re already using “Flaming Ink” what, you already scared?” Ogun widened his stance, glowing white eyes watching you shift your feet. “I’ve been working on a new move that I want to show you so why don’t you try your little fire trick.”

Curious, you scuff your shoe on the floor and draw your fire...only the fire doesn’t come. You do it again and the light goes out just as quick as it came. “What did you do?” You narrowed your eyes at Ogun. “Oh nothing, I’m just faster than you now.” You take a few steps back, “Oh that’s how you want to play it? Okay!” You take off running at the very edge of the field and Ogun is fast behind you. Internally you admit that he had gotten much faster, but a simple fact as that wasn’t going to make you lose.

Doing your best to maintain speed, you chug and draw the flames close to your chest out of Montgomery’s line of sight. It was small, mostly snuffed by the kick of your legs as you ran but it was big enough to get the job done. Similar to Ogun in his natural state, you too could throw projectiles just not as damage-inducing.

Turning around as you run, your eyes widen when Ogun appears just inches in front of you, “Surprise!” Your flame is snuffed and you tumble bringing Montgomery down with you. You prepare to feel your body be crushed by his muscled one but at the last minute your shoulders are grabbed and you flip again. The change in elevation causes you to lose a bit of focus, but you can still clearly feel Ogun cushion your fall.

“Oh wow, this looks like something out of an anime.” Ogun laughs when he finds himself lying flat on his back, you positioned comfortably on top of him. The position was completely ridiculous with your thighs straddling his stomach but you were thankful that you wouldn’t be in any sort of pain later.

“Looks like I’ll need to train harder huh?” You playfully punch Ogun’s shoulder. Even though the whole ordeal only lasted 6 minutes, you could feel your back drenched with sweat. While you couldn’t wait to get in the shower, Ogun seemed content with being in a salty state. “You’re dripping all over me you know?” Your head immediately snapped down to look at Ogun with wide eyes, “Excuse me?”

Ogun had a neutral look on his face not hinting at any humor behind his words. “You’re sweating really bad. Did little ole me get you all worked up?” He had to be teasing you at this point, but you couldn’t find a single crack in his facade. “Yeah well, maybe if you didn’t choose this big ass field with no trees I wouldn’t be 2 seconds from passing out.” You stand up, a bit wobbly, and help him up. “I’m going to go shower, you can stay out here if you want to.”

Ogun happily joins you on the way to the showers. You could hear his excitement from finally beating you. “Don’t get cocky, it was a one-time occurrence Ogun.” An arm is slung over your shoulder. In a smug tone, Ogun mocks you, “Don’t be mad cause you lost. You’ve had enough time to be cocky on your own terms.” You gasp mockingly before turning your head to spit back a remark but lose your breath from how close his face is to yours. At such close proximity, you become aware of small details. How his skin shinned in the sunlight, how Oguns eyes contained such a very specific hue of orange that they mimicked the fire of Sol almost precisely. You even wouldn’t be surprised if they would burn to the touch.

“What’s the matter, got nothing to say?” Out of instinct, you shove his head away with so much force he goes flying before landing on his ass. Before any questions are asked you deflect, “Gross I got your B.O all on my shoulders.” From behind Ogun scoffs, “How dare you, any other fine lady would be blessed to be near my manly musk.” Stifling a laugh you utter one final tease before slipping into the girl’s shower, “Yeah, manly must.”

It was endless labor as your captain followed you around, blowing that damn whistle. Given laundry duty, you had to take multiple shifts back and forth throughout each level of the building to collect everyone’s clothing. When you came across Ogun’s level your job was hindered as you were forced to wait as he sifts through his piles of dirty laundry, “Trush me Y/n, there’s a shirt that I accidentally put in here but it’s actually clean.” “Ogun if it’s in the dirty clothes then it’s dirty.” You try to haul his stuff out but he stops you. “I swear if you don’t move I’ll burn your stuff.”

Ogun chuckles, “You burn my clothes and it’ll catch your clothing as well.” Ogun reaches inside the pile you held pulling out a blank white T-shirt that looked annoyingly similar to the 12 other T-shirts you had watched him toss to the side. “Unless of course, you’re trying to go streaking which by all means I encourage you to.” You ignore his joke and pretend it doesn’t strike a certain feeling in your gut.

For your next task, you had to prepare different levels of activities for a group of 5th graders coming to the company the next day. Of course, Ogun would be assigned to the same task as well so while you worked diligently to bring equipment from the storage room, Ogun spent his time using each of the items incorrectly. “Please stop bouncing the footballs with the tennis racket before you get hurt.” Ogun ignored you as he dribbled with the racket. “Don’t be mad cause you’re not as creative as me.”

Well, as you predicted Ogun ends up getting punted in the face when he tries to toss the football in the hoop. Even though the sound it made on impact was loud and hollow, Ogun barely flinches when it ricochets. “Wow you seem pretty experienced with getting hit in the face with balls, you barely moved.” Ogun glared as he watched you pick up the football. Absentmindedly you spin the football as you speak, “You know if I didn’t know any bet-” Your speech is gargled when your mouth becomes stuffed.

While you weren’t watching Ogun through a basketball at your hand making you push the end of the football in your mouth. “Wow you seem pretty experienced with balls in your mouth, you gotta show me some time.” You cradle your mouth, it throbbed with dull pain and resentment filled your mind. “I’m sure it’ll be easy, there aren’t going to be too many inches stopping me.”

At this point, both your nerves are on high alert, and the energy in the air shifts from playful to angry. “Oh yeah?” Ogun walks slowly and calmly towards you, raising a brow when you stumble back yet still maintain your glare. The hand cradling your jaw is held tightly in his grasp, “Would you like to try?” The dare only eggs you on, “You won’t last a second.” The faint twitch of his temple lets you know you hit a nerve.

*Wheeeeze*

Both you and Ogun’s heads snap to the left. Pan stood at the gym doorway arms waving and whistle blowing, a clear attempt at reprimanding your laziness. The playful aura comes back and you and Ogun are subjected to extra work for your negligence. “This is your fault you know.” he shoots back, “I don’t want to hear it Montgomery.”

Ogun walked down the hallway in search of a new victim to torture, so it was only pure convenience when he stumbled near your living quarters and caught you just before you walked inside. “Y/n! You were absent for dinner.” You take one look at him before dashing into your room. All you wanted was to sleep, training with Ogun, and then having to complete your own set of chores plus extra was tiering. So seeing Ogun wandering out and about during the late hours only met trouble.

You jolt from your train of thought as your door is banged on. “Go away Montgomery, I’m trying to sleep.” Ogun whined, “Well you weren’t trying too hard cause you weren’t in your room yet, now let me in.” You kicked the door back, “No, now go away!”

No sound is heard, not even a shuffle. Sighing you walk towards your bed with a content smile, you’d apologize to him later but now it was your time for rest. Heavy wind billowed through your opened window making you shiver as the curtains tickle your skin. The sharp coolness made your teeth rattle but it was just the right amount of cool you needed in order to head off quickly to dream land. Turning the dial of your lamp, your room is shrouded in darkness and you climb underneath the covers. Nothing could stop the relaxation you were about to receive…….nothing but the feeling of “something ain’t right.”

Opening your eyes and expecting the worse, you are then greeted with the worst as the same fiery eyes you admired hours before, hovered above your face. “You should really close your window.” You scream and throw a punch in Oguns direction but it is in vain as he catches it and pins it down. “I should really get you back for doing that earlier.” Ogun doesn’t make any move to let you go or even speak again. “How the hell did you get there so fast?” You are unable to look away from his eyes, nothing else would have mattered anyway.

More wind blows through your curtains. “I told you I’ve gotten faster.” You can feel his breath caressing your cheek the closer he gets to your face. The hand wrapped around your wrist tightens despite your body being slackened. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah”

No one knows who moved first. All you know is that your pajamas were being ripped off of your body as Ogun aggressively devoured your lips. Tossing everything to the ground, Ogun sits above you, with his shirt was off, you are given the liberty to admire his chiseled body. Ogun makes quick work with fingering you open, watching with a toothy grin as your chest shakes and your breath stutters. “Not talking much now are you?” He doesn’t care if you respond, all he cares about is wearing you down. You pull him closer, nails dragging down his back, as your orgasm overwhelms you. “Ogun!” Your legs are hiked up and over his shoulders as he positions below you.

“Good job, I don’t want to hear anything else but my name.” The stretch was burning and filled you tightly. “How many inches you think that is?” You weakly slap Ogun’s arm as he weakly ruts into you before pulling out completely, “S-Stop making fun of me.” “ Aww, but it’s fun!” Ogun is slow and precise as he mashes his hips forward. There is no hesitation and the pace stays at a fluid toe-curling pressure. “You’re so silent now Y/n. Tell me, how does it feel, huh?” Your back raises from off the bed, “It...good-I oh god!”

The simple fact that you couldn’t speak sent tremors to Oguns cock. He wanted to tease you more, make you break. Your pussy was wet and sopping for him and not even Sol could make him stop fucking you, not when you looked so beautiful underneath him. But a mischievous streak doesn’t go away that easy.

Leaning back on his haunches, you are put back on top of Ogun, the same position you were in when on the feild. He doesn’t move and just looks at you, “What are, what are you doing?” You try to bounce but he holds you down making you pulse around him. “Please let me move.” But he doesn’t, the only movement you get is when you’re held down harder on his cock. “How many inches Y/n?” You shrug, “I don’t freaking know like 5 or something!?” You just wanted to cum not answer a random questionnaire.

Ogun uses his strength to lift you up and slam you back down. “Wrong, try again.” It takes a moment for you to catch the breath that got knocked out at the second stroke. “Do you really want me to stroke your stupid ego, fine 8inches!” You are slammed down again and this time it hits a special spot just short of your G. “Wrong again, don’t be a smart ass Y/n” He rubbed your side. “Come on, play my game for a little bit, don’t you want to cum on my dick?” Oguns hands squeeze your breasts, thumbs rotating the dark circles of your areolas leaving your nipples to tingle in need.

“Si-Six damn it! It has to be like 6.” your answer is mumbled but is loud enough to satisfy Ogun. As if you weighed nothing less than a piece of paper, Ogun uses his thighs to bounce you on his cock. Your chest bounces in his face taking his immature mind to cloud nine. He could feel the tell tell sign of his own orgasms cumming, as your ass slammed down on his shaft. “Stop squeezing down so damn hard!”

Being the person you are, you don’t listen even after you feel Ogun spill inside of you. “Oh fuck!” You rearrange your own legs and start bouncing at your own pace. The tight grip on your waist means nothing as you chase your second cumming. “Hurry up you little shit my balls are burning!” Ogun tossed his head back as his mouth releases cracked moans. His cock continued to twitch as it became softer but still stimulated. Soon, Ogun couldn’t take the stimuli anymore and pushes you down on the bed. The feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy was a little less satisfying than his cock but you cream around it just as easily.

You lay down giggling while Ogun goes in and out of sleep. “I was right, you didn’t last a second.” “Shut the hell up, you’re like a vice.” Your sweaty state somehow doesn’t bother you as you rest in the afterglow. Your blinds continue to shimmer as the wind continues to blow. “Five and a half.” The numbers mean nothing to your muddled brain, “What?” Ogun looks at you, “5 and a half inches is the correct answer but I appreciate the 6.”

Suddenly the glow was no longer worth it.

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lesbian-deadpool · 3 years

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Happy Little Accidents

Part Two: Hope

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 2,317

Warnings: I don’t think there is any?? Crying/light angst, adoption process, stress??

Request: Yes

Summary: You work on getting you little girl back. And hope that it’s successful.

A/N: It’s been a long time coming, I haven’t proof read it or anything (but when do I ever? Lol), so bare that in mind.

Ko-Fi

(Not My GIF)

***

Being a pair of Avengers and going through the adoption process was so very complicated.

On one hand, you were well known across the globe. Household names.

But on the other. You were dangerous people, with violent past's -and futures to come- with more enemies than you could count. Some of which you didn't even know existed. And who in their right minds would ever let a child into that environment? People have been turned down for much less.

However.

You were basically celebrity's. And as everyone knows, that comes with a lot of special treatment. Even if you and Natasha -And most of, if not all of your team- denied to use any of it. But in this case? For little Hope? You would do whatever you had to.

So, it was thanks to that, that you were even allowed to be considered for adoption.

And there was so much work that had to be done.

Papers to sign, meetings to attend, visits and screenings every which way. And so much more.

It was a long and tedious journey. And you still had a long way to go.

Right now, you had to watch as someone picked apart your home -once again- to make sure it was okay for your little girl to come home. Where she belongs.

You had moved not too long ago, maybe a little over two months, and in that time, it had been looked at three times. Which really made it seem like you weren't doing anything, in their eyes, considering you were busy working and renovating the whole place out at the same time.

The day after you and Natasha had to say goodbye to Hope, you knew that you had to get a bigger place than the apartment you had both shared. And began looking for new homes the very same day.

Tony's help wasn't needed, you had plenty of money, but he insisted. So when you two found a townhouse that you absolutely adored, not too far from SHIELD HQ -where you both now worked most of the time. As when Fury found out that you were both to be adopting Hope- or trying to at least, the man lowered your hours and took you off missions altogether. Just until you were all settled-, the billionaire bought it for you, the moment he got wind of it.

You were moved in three days later. Deciding to work on the house while you lived there.

"So, where would the child be sleeping?" Your caseworker asked.

"Oh, right this way," you said, leading her down the hall to the newly decorated bedroom. Natasha following behind.

You gestured to the light pink, yet slightly sparse room. "This is it."

"We still have to pick up some of the furniture. But we've been waiting for the room to be decorated first," Natasha said, excusing the bare room.

"Yeah, Hope's not going to sleep on a stack of paint cans," you tried to joke. To which you barely got a smile from your caseworker, Stephany Halla.

"It look's decorated to me?"

"Oh." Natasha smiled. "We're having a friend of ours paint a mural or two on the walls."

"Yeah, Hope has a few favourite Avengers, so he's gonna paint them. And he's been learning how to draw cartoon characters for it, too."

"He's actually trying to adopt the two kids he took in with his fiance."

"Steve Rogers?" Stephany asked.

"That's the guy," you said, nodding along with Natasha.

"I've seen him around the office," She spoke again a few moments later. "So, when are you planning on getting the furniture for the room?"

"Hopefully, within a month," Natasha replied, "But with our and Steve's schedules, things are up in the air."

It was a difficult start to the adoption process, more so than it was now. Considering that the children legally didn't exist to the world. So, everything was so confusing and thrown up into the air while waiting for the kids to be registered.

Almost like you didn't know whether you were coming or going. Everything stuck in limbo as you waited to see what kind of adoption process you would have to take. And even with all of your connections in the world, you were still left in the dark.

There was the fact that the kids were found overseas in Romania, so they could be considered Romanian. And so, you would have to go through international adoption.

However, none of the children have birth parents and were brought to America because you had rescued them. So, some would say they could be considered immigrants.

Nothing like this had ever happened before.

Babies that had been grown in a lab and saved from a further torturous life, that now needed legalization in the world's eyes.

You and Natasha had to watch as Government's essentially fought over these children you saved. Over the same child, you clothed and fed. The one you played games with and bonded with the little girl you grew to love and consider your own.

So, as the world fought for the right of your child, your little Hope, you waited. Just wishing and wanting to bring your daughter home.

But, luckily for you, the children were now classed as American citizens. Which made it ten times easier for you to adopt than it would otherwise.

Which is honestly just crazy to you, considering just how intensely hard this is.

There were times you didn't believe you could ever adopt your child.

On more than one occasion, Natasha would come to you, saddened to her core, because she truly believed that you would never have Hope in your family.

It was so fucking hard.

Natasha had rolled over one night after you two had -once again- gone through the rules and regulations of adopting. Uttering how you were, "Never going to get her back" that there was "Juts no way, they will let us adopt", as she cried into your arms.

But still, the process continued.

"Well, your home seems to be in good standing. So for. But I advise you to get the furniture for the child's room as soon as possible," Stephane commented as she began packing up her belongings and paperwork.

"Oh, we know."

"Steve did say that he was going to start work on it in the next few days," Natasha added, nodding along with you.

"Well, that's is good news." Stephane smiled. "I'll see you at our next meeting with Hope."

Natasha sighed happily. "We can't wait."

"Well, goodbye then."

You whished the dirty-blonde woman farewell, closing the door behind her.

"We get to see our daughter in a couple of weeks," your red-headed girlfriend said excitedly, dancing from side to side out of pure happiness. Her bright smile filling your soul with warmth, that travelled all the way into your bones.

You matched her emotions, hands coming to curve around her shoulder blades and pulling her close to you.

"I know, Honey. It's been so long since we've seen her. And we're gonna bring her home one day."

That was all you could say before your mouth was covered, with the crushing feeling of Natasha's plump lips against yours.

***

Nerves rattled through you, but you hadn't the faintest idea why, considering this wasn't the first time you had seen Hope. However, it had been one of the first times you were able to see her since the day she was taken away from you.

If you thought you were bad.

Natasha was far worse.

She was practically shaking. From nerves or excitement, you didn't know. But you had a good inkling to think that it was both.

You had done so much for this child in the short span of time you had known her.

And yet, you couldn't imagine your life any other way. The thought of how your life had been that time last year.

No Hope. Surrounded by missions and work. Every free moment you had was spent with Natasha, and the rag-tag group of hero's you had grown to call your family.

It all seemed so foreign now.

Like a past life.

'Wow', you thought, 'Maybe I really am growing up'.

A part of you was afraid that the girl you thought of as your daughter wouldn't recognise you or your []. And would be scared of the two strangers that had just barged their way into her life. Breaking both of your heart's.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

Was the thing that greeted you, as soon as the door had swung open. Making you realise just how stupid your train of thought really was.

Natasha rushed forward, scooping the girl up into her arms, with a bright smile upon both of their faces.

"So, I still don't get a name, huh?" you joked, walking over to the reuniting girls.

Brushing a hand over Hope's short hair. Grinning when she reached her arms towards you, ready to give you a hug of your own, which you gratefully accepted.

"Don't worry," Natasha said, rubbing Hope's back as she hugged you, "You'll get a name soon."

"I better. Or else I'm gonna have ta tickle it out of her."

Hope's squeals reached your ears as you threateningly poked her side with your fingers.

"Here, baby. I'll save you," Natasha called, pulling the giggling girl from your arms. Both of them watching as you pulled your hand's in front of your face, wiggling the fingers almost spookily as them. The girls turned to each other, "They're silly."

Then they walked away.

With you calling after them.

"Hey! I may be silly, but-... I have no rebuttal!"

Natasha laughed at this, then greeted the care worker that was patiently waiting for you both. The one that you had only just noticed.

"Hello, Stephany," Natasha said in greeting, shaking the woman's hand. You following suit.

"Hey. How have you two been?"

"Missing this little one," Natasha replied, bouncing the girl on her waist. Receiving fun-filled giggles in return.

"I bet you have. And you, Y/N?"

"Exhausted," you told her honestly, "With moving house and everything, I just want to have Hope home, then sleep for a week."

The care worker laughed at that.

"Let's hope that that's sooner rather than later, then."

Your few hour's with Hope passed faster than you ever could have imagined. You played with blocks, ate lunch, "helped" Hope colour in her haphazardly filled colouring book. You absolutely adored the way her eyes lit up, and she started dancing and flailing her arms when she saw bubbles for the first time. You almost couldn't continue blowing them because of your bright smile.

And now you were watching as Natasha spoke gently to the little girl. Hope's hand's resting on the red-heads cheeks, watching her mother with such concentrating eyes.

You adored your little family.

You just wished you could have them all home.

'One day', you thought, 'one day'.

Saying goodbye was one of the hardest things you've ever had to do.

Just like the last time.

And the time before that.

And the one before that.

It just got harder and harder each and every time you did this.

Hope was crying. And so was Natasha, albeit silently, as she tried to console the toddler.

"I know, my little love, I know-"

"Mommy!" Hope cried.

"I know, angel. We'll be back before you know it, I promise."

"Mommy!"

"I know."

Once in the car, you let your tears fall, Natasha sobbing in the seat beside you.

"I don't think I can keep on doing this anymore," you admitted. Deciding it was best you explained when Natasha turned to look at you, an incredulous look upon her face, "Keep on seeing her, and not being able to bring her home."

"We'll get there," your [] reached over the centre console to squeeze your hand, "We will. You're the one who's always saying that we've got to take after her namesake and have hope."

"But it almost seems endless, Nat."

"I know, honey." She wetly kissed your tear-stained cheek. Her lips, brushing against it as she continued, "We'll bring her home. I just know it."

"I hope you're right."

***

She was right.

Of course, she was right.

She was Natasha Romanoff, after all.

It was like she just had this inability to be wrong.

But in this case? You were so fucking happy about that.

Granted it had taken a while longer -a good eight months- but finally, you were here.

Exiting the courthouse with Hope in your arms, and Natasha by your side. Bright smiles upon all of your faces, about to take the little girl- Your daughter home.

You would never have to say goodbye to her, like that, ever again.

She was legally a part of your family now. And nothing would ever change that.

"Ready to go home, sweetpea?" Natasha asked the beaming girl.

"I don't know about you," you started, "But I think this deserves celebratory ice cream."

"I think you just want ice cream before dinner."

You gave an overdramatic gasp.

"Why I would never! How dare you accuse me of such a thing?"

Natasha laughed at your antics but nonetheless nodded her head.

"I agree. This does deserve celebratory ice cream."

"Yes!" you exclaimed happily to Hope, your free arm raising above your head in victory, making the girl copy you by raising both of her arms.

She was already taking after you.

Your red-headed girlfriend sighed dreamily after you, as you chanted, "Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!" On your way to the car.

She couldn't remember a time where she was this happy.

It had been a long time since then.

And Natasha just couldn't wait to see what the rest of her life would bring with the two of you now by her side.

***

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MELEE

(Link's Thought Brambles part 19)

“Yes, sir Oron?”

“Princess, please forgive the interruption. Sir Margil just told us something we thought you should be aware of at once.”

“Yes, Sir Margil?”

“It’s about Sir Link, Princess.”

-----

It’s the day dreaded by every knight, guardsman, soldier, and trainee in this castle. The day they draw straws to get stationed at Carok Bridge, the town wall, the Irch Docks, or the watchposts at Hylia River in order to avoid. The day Sir Greggan won’t let anyone get out of forever, including me.

The one day a week they let me back in the training yard.

So why is the yard so full?

“G’morning, Sir Link.”

That’s grumbly-sounding... “Morning, Sir Greggan.”

“We have a full house today.”

“Yeah… I see that…” There’s a cluster of poor souls who look like they don’t want to be here. “So, are they the ones on rotation?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“… And the others? Here to watch?”

Oh. That’s some grimace. “No.”

“…Here to put me in my place?”

“…Something like that.”

Father never tried to prepare me for this one. He expected me to embarrass myself and annoy people, but not bring the wrath of what looks like half the knighthood down on myself.

“Kid.”

He hasn’t called me that since the first week. “Yeah?”

“Can you take them?”

“…I don’t know.”

“Wise answer.”

He’s staring at me real hard. Chewing on something to say.

“You’re good, kid. Best I’ve ever seen. I mean that.”

Wow. “Thanks.”

“This crowd is mean. Nasty things being said. They’re not thinking with their heads.”

“Yeah. Um.”

“Say it, kid. No time to second-guess yourself.”

“You’re in charge of this space. Why let them?”

“I could stop them with an order, sure. Then they’d find you when you’re off duty and do it there instead, out of sight. This is better. In a way, you’re lucky yesterday was when this blew up. They didn’t spend six days stewing. They mightn’t have waited that long.”

I can still turn around. I can walk out. This is ridiculous. He’s right, though, isn’t he? He’s good at reading people. A lot better than I am. That’s why he’s every trainee’s first stop. What’s he grinning at?

“Hey, kid. Think you can do it for her?”

Huh? Oh. Oh, she’s here. Right behind us. On the ramparts with Oron and Uri. Margil is up there, too. And Beraya. Is that…? It is, Zo and Kerkand are joining them. I think I hear more footsteps on the wall.

It’s her guard. Her guard is on the ramparts. Not in the yard.

Oh Goddess. Oh Goddess, this is not good. She has to leave. She has to leave now. The yard just got real quiet. They know. They’re here to support me, aren’t they? Which means we have two sides one of which is essentially the king’s guard and the other of which is the Princess’. This is a serious problem waiting to happen. No, not waiting. Happening now.

Because no matter who wins in the yard there are now two opposing sides within the walls of this castle.

By Hylia, are all those knights actually loyal to me? Have I done enough to be worthy of that? I just schedule their shifts. Or is it her? Are they here because her reputation is caught up in this, too?

Fight the smile. Fight it, Link. It’ll encourage them if you let it out, and that’s not good. But by the Goddess. For someone in this castle to show loyalty to the Princess, not because they have to, but because they support her, is the most incredible thing that’s happened since I arrived.

She’s looking you straight in the eye.

“This doesn’t seem a fair fight, does it, Sir Link?”

Wow, she can project! I bet they heard that down in the moat.

“After all, you bear the Sword that Seals the Darkness, a blade which knows no equal.”

Wait. What?

“I believe I must ask for your sword at once in order to make up the difference. You shall have to make do with another weapon.”

Whaaaaaat? What is… why is Sir Greggan laughing?

”Kid… give the Princess your sword.”

“…Uh-“

“Kid, you’re good but you can be just a little thick sometimes. Unstrap the thing, get up there and hand it to her.”

It’s not like I would’ve used it for this anyway, of course we’d be using the training swords... Here I go, I guess? A quick jog through the wall, up the ladder, and here we are.

It feels strange handing her the sword. I feel like-

“Sir Link.”

Yep, that would happen next. The King. Walking this way. Fast.

“Sir Link, I know your father instructed you regarding the rules of court. That is no way to hand your Princess your sword. Is it?”

Huh? Why is no one making any sense? How else should I hand her my sword? I’m not-

Oh.

OH.

Is that what I’m doing, here?

Am I her champion? Defending her honor? Princess, give me a clue, here. Eye-talk to me or something. Should I kneel?

That was a tiny nod, wasn’t it? Okay, Link. Kneel. Bow your head. Offer her your sword.

She took it. By the Goddess, she took it. What does this all mean?

“I accept your sword, Sir Link. I regret that I cannot return it to you for battle owing to the unfair advantage it would bestow.”

Nod. Too confused to say anything, really. Give the Princess one last bow. Don’t look at the yard. Into the tower. Stop for one breath. I’ve never been able to hear quiet before. Not as a sound in itself. I’m hearing it now for the first time.

Back into the Sun. Sir Greggan’s smiling now. I think that’s a good thing. Oh, I get a clap on the shoulder, too. That’s nice. That, and a training sword and shield.

“Breathe, kid.”

“Can I ask-?”

“Take a breath and think. There’s no rush. That crowd is getting more nervous each second.”

He’s jerking his head. Up, toward the rampart. Thought we covered…. that….

The king’s up there, too. He’s not in the yard.

And he’s not on the other side of the rampart where half of his guard are now shuffling with visible anxiety.

And she told me to give up my sword because it was an unfair advantage. Major insult to the 100-ish people all waiting to clobber me over there. ‘Yeah, my knight and his sword? They’re better than all of you put together.’

And the king wanted me to be his daughter’s champion. Which means he’s not supporting them, either.

What does this mean, Link?

It means the king still thinks you’re in the right. The two sides aren’t the king vs. the Princess (or his guards vs. hers). The two sides are the royal family with you as their champion, and these other assholes who made a big mistake. Because you are going to wipe the f(#*ing floor with them.

It also, and most importantly, means your Princess wants to see you kick some ass. Mustn’t disappoint her.

Move to the middle. Try not to smirk. If you lose, you’ll regret looking like a conceited punk right before you do.

”I’m ready if you are.”

There. Nice and simple. Funny how no one’s moving.

“ALL RIGHT YOU RUDDY MUCK-SPOUTS!”

Well, that’s familiar. We’re all first-day trainees again.

“LOOKS LIKE A MELEE! YOU KNOW THE RULES! BLUNTED OR WOODEN BLADES ONLY! YOU DISARM, DOWN, AND DISABLE BUT YOU DO NOT AIM TO KILL NOR MAIM YOUR OPPONENT! YOU DO NOT RUN YOUR BLADE ACROSS OR THROUGH FLESH. YOU DO NOT THRUST WITH YOUR BLADE. YOU DO NOT THROW YOUR WEAPON. YOU DO NOT STRIKE ANYONE WHO HAS YIELDED. YOU DO NOT STRIKE ANYONE WHO ISN’T CONSCIOUS. AND IN HYLIA’S NAME DO NOT AIM FOR ANYONE’S NETHERS.”

No one laughed. That’s a bad sign.

“ANYONE HELD PRONE FOR TEN SECONDS IS OUT. ANYONE PRONE UNHELD FOR TWENTY SECONDS IS OUT. ANYONE UNCONSCIOUS IS OUT. ANYONE WHO YIELDS IS OUT IMMEDIATELY--NO CHANGING YOUR MIND. IF YOU’RE OUT YOU MUST RETREAT TO THE WALL AND LAY YOUR WEAPON ASIDE. SPOTTERS RETRIEVE DOWNED BRAWLERS. YOU DO NOT STRIKE SPOTTERS!”

Faces in the windows. They’re appearing on the ramparts, too. I guess the news spread.

“ARM YOURSELVES NOW OR RETREAT TO SPOT.”

Aaaaand it’s a scramble. We might just have enough training weapons. Especially since the group I was actually supposed to spar with mostly hurried to the wall instead. That’s 25-ish people out. That’s good. With this many combatants we’ll need lots of spotters. No one wants a coldcocked, trampled brawler. Unless maybe it’s me.

“TRAINING BLADES ONLY, BLAGMEER YOU BASTARD.”

Who are the threats? The royal guards, obviously. Kertiss. Virn’s not here… huh. Cahz. Merendith. Eberoy. Jeralt. Every single one of them is as formidable as my father. Some maybe more so. A lot of skilled knights here. Meedla is a force of destruction. Garai’s just to her right, they work well together, watch that. Rayan. Farniha. Kelinger. Blagmeer. He IS a bastard. Watch him. Vayden’s worse. Charly. Tlad. Hendley. Grier. Moorly. Wenn.

“It- it has to happen, doesn’t it father? We have to let it.”

He’s slow, but Crinno is a monster of a man. He sits on you, you’re done.

“Yes, Zelda.”

The others, less skilled I think. But with so many, they could take me down.

“To diffuse the tension.”

They really could, couldn’t they?

“Yes.”

And here they are. Spreading out. Armed. At the perimeter. A thick semi-circle of soldiers fixed on me. They’re already flanking, slowly. As if I won’t notice. Your advantage, Link? They’re too close together. They come at you, they squeeze each other out. This isn’t a free-for all where everyone will go after whoever’s nearest. They’ll all try to reach you.

Push them close. Push them as close to each other as possible. Make them one. Make them vulnerable to each other.

Moorly’s on the end on my left. First threat.

Can I do this? I’ve never fought more than five monsters at once. And no more than ten training opponents at a time. Don’t forget to use the flat of the blade. Don’t get yourself disqualified.

Her eyes. She’s watching you, Link. This isn’t the time to doubt yourself.

You’ll have to do the Thing. Concentrate. Hard.

“Father- what if he-“

“THE MELEE BEGINS ON MY SIGNAL. LAST ONE STANDING WINS.”

So either me or all the rest of them, then?

“AAAAAAND BEGIN!”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Pounding reverberating through my feet up my legs in my chest

Still. Concentrate.

Slow them down.

I see it. Glint of light off Moorly’s pauldron, his elbow out, sword curving up to his right.

Face forward, Link. Sword straight right. Front stance. Shield left. Concentrate. Moorly at the corner of your eye. Chaos to your right.

His swing reversed.

NOW.

Spin, low, slide right, build momentum, flat of the blade to the man on the rightmost edge STRIKE, Moorly carves air, keep turning, under him, sweep his feet, throw them up, feed him to the line spin away

A line of toppled soldiers, springboard, in the air swipe their hands disarm them

Crinno’s wide chest kick off him HARD FLY ABOVE THE LEFT OF THE LINE RIGHT OVER THEIR HEADS THEY’RE MINE

Shield sweep, two down

“TEN NINE”

hold them

“EIGHT SEVEN”

the line is turning

“SIX FIVE”

SWORD AT YOUR HEAD, LINK

“FOUR”

ROLL

“THREE”

ONE STILL

“TWO”

UNDER YOU

“ONE”

SHIELD! AH AH AH AH

“CLANSEN OUT!”

Push back, shield-bash, get out, get out from under them! Back off back off back off- wall- KICK OFF, SHIELD FORWARD

Six down

“TEN”

stay on top

“NINE EIGHT”

defend this person-hill, Link!

“SEVEN”

SPIN

“SIX”

Knock swarm back HEY

“FIVE”

You hit my feet,

“FOUR”

I take your swords

“THREE”

One two three

“TWO”

Four five swords

“ONE”

Flying swords, within rules

“BARDEN, MURIAL,”

I swatted them (didn’t throw)

“ENNIGER, PURT,”

and they weren’t mine.

“TYPHLE, YOU’RE OUT!”

Owlin wriggled out.

Down, stance low, they’re circling what’s that sound?

MEEDLA SAILING OVER THEM

DODGE-

-Concentrate slow her strike strike strike strike push-

“Merciful Goddess-“

“Father?”

She’s tough she stumbled still standing here they COME surge of swords and shields flooding pushing, duck low, roll, one has momentum, leg-throw him, slam the crowd, exit behind him

more waiting come out spinning take their legs out from under them-

AH!

FLYING FLYING SKIDDING WALL

Oh.

“TWENTY NINETEEN”

Oh.

“EIGHTEEN”

No. No.

“SEVENTEEN SIXTEEN”

NO. Get up, Link!

Not good. Some blood. Crinno. He’s massive.

Jelly legs.

Eberoy.

I shouldn’t be so fascinated by his sword arcing down at me like that. Should I?

“LINK!”

Her voice!

Sidestep, swing up, smash elbow, kick shoulder, spin, momentum, back strike, keep spinning avoid the others, ankles, sweep those, keep moving keep moving still shaking, wet neck, blood dripping, mine, backhand, kick, block, push, kick right, spin down, arc up SMASH SHOULDER

“TWENTY NINETEEN”

one down

“EIGHTEEN SEVENTEEN”

shield bash

“SIXTEEN FIFTEEN”

DODGE- AH! Swords!

“FOURTEEN”

Too close, too tight

“THIRTEEN TWELVE”

strike strike kick feint strike Greggan stopped counting DUCK PIVOT the guy got up swipe BASH kick! Garai- I see him. Both hands, fingers locked. Meedla steps, he tosses. Here she comes again

The hilt toward my head can’t let her too many each side too close can’t step SHEILD take her momentum, roll back, foot to her hip, toss her back, roll back, kick off the wall, just in time, heard her land, shield forward, javelining through them, going to land on my back prone prone I’ll be prone

HILT TO MY SIDE IT’S KERTISS ROLL RIGHT, ROLL RIGHT, OVER THE TWO DOWN no time, no time to-

WRIST GRABBED jerk him! Pull him with me!

That was a crunch. Kertiss. Aiming to break me. Broke this guy instead. Wrist free, lucky,

“MEEDLA OUT!”

get up Link AH! Knights on my back, neck. Neck. Neck. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe no can’t stay here Kertiss Kertiss he’ll

HILT TO MY SIDE “aAAAAGH!”

“Mmph!”

“Breathe, daughter.”

Heave them! Heave at Kertiss, down him!

“TEN”

Kertiss pinned

“NINE”

I am too we all are

“EIGHT”

hilt to elbow

“SEVEN”

hilt to elbow

“SIX”

HILT TO ELBOW

“FIVE”

AGAIN

“FOUR”

AGAIN, KICK UP

“THREE”

KEEP THEM BACK HILT TO ELBOW!

“TWO”

FREE!

“ONE”

Scramble, Link!

“KERTISS”

Dust dust

“LARZ”

Roll

“KLAIN”

swing behind me,

“BRYZON”

sweep ahead

“YOU’RE”

spinning

“OUT!”

too much spinning it’s your head, it’s your head, Link DODGE strike strike too slow back off how many how many left

Still a swarm closing closing they’re closing need my legs back under me, need them back. Stop shaking SLAM BASH PUSH PUSH PUSH PUSH RELEASE! Scramble, scramble while they fall.

“TEN NINE”

Can’t keep

“EIGHT”

doing that

“SEVEN”

they’ll catch on

“SIX”

they’ll trap me.

“FIVE”

Run, Link,

“FOUR”

run, run to the wall

“THREE”

Run alongside

“TWO”

“ONE”

Come ON legs!

“ANDRUE, YOU’RE OUT!”

Full tilt full tilt full tilt they’re moving like an ocean wave moving to meet me head on, along the wall stay like a wave yes stay like a wave closer closer closer closer RUN ON THE WALL LINK UP TO THE SIDE ABOVE THEM SWORD OUT SHIELD TO CHEST LEAP, SPIN!

CONTACT BATTERING BUFFETTED RICOCHETTING SO MANY HITS, WHO

“TWENTY”

DOWN

“NINETEEN’

DOWN

“EIGHTEEN”

STAY DOWN!

“SEVENTEEN”

Legs. Legs, Link-

“SIXTEEN”

BLAGMEER FULL TILT-

“FIFTEEN”

aaaAAAAHHintheairintheair

“FOURTEEN”

intheair SPIN hit this jerk's rear HIT IT

“THIRTEEN”

faceplanting Blagmeer

“TWELVE”

that’s a winNNO-“AAH!”

“ELEVEN”

wh-what

“VAYDEN YOU BASTARD,”

through

“YOU’RE OUT!”

it went through

“TO THE WALL!”

through my thigh

“SPOTTERS, KEEP COUNTING!”

they’re coming pull it out

“TO THE WALL! NOW, VAYDEN!”

scramble scramble

“OR I’LL HAVE YOU BACK”

they’re everywhere

“IN THE BARRACKS”

they’re getting up

“FOR THE NEXT YEAR”

blood, so much

“MUCKING OUT THE BLOODY LATRINES!”

You can’t let them all get up-

“NOW, YOU PIECE OF S@&$!”

Two nearest, back smack, tackle

“FOURNIER, TELL ME WHO ELSE GOT OUT”

Up Link, back up, stop shaking

“WHILE I SHOUTED AT THIS F*@$ING GARDEROBE!”

Damn. Damn it.

“TLAD, OWLIN, CHARLY, ALANDER, PELL, ULIAH!”

Got a little lucky.

“YOU HEARD THE MAN! YOU’RE OUT!”

Cinno landed on a fewoooh more more coming closing think think think

hands, knuckles, disarm, upslash shield smash, downward, disarmed. Kick it kick the damn sword he’s ON me leg throw hit the line with him land land YES scramble.

There’s a line again too slow too slow have to concentrate, have to

concentrate

do the Thing

concentrate- AH- missed me, Hendley strike strike strike strike strike strike

“TWENTY”

Grier, swinging wide – DODGE- strike strike strike strike strike strike

“NINETEEN”

Moorly, swinging up – SWERVE- strike strike strike strike strike strike strike

“EIGHTEEN”

Shaen, mid-bash – PIVOT – strike strike strike strike strike strike strike STRIKE

“SEVENTEEN”

The air behind you, a shield swinging down

“SIXTEEN”

ROLL – strike strike strike strike

“FIFTEEN”

strike strike stomp

“FOURTEEN”

stay down, Grier

“THIRTEEN”

kick.

“TWELVE”

stay.

“ELEVEN”

DOWN.

“TEN”

STOMP-whuh!

“NINE”

Ah! Swept!

“EIGHT”

CRINNO'S COMING!

“SEVEN”

ROLL, LINK, ROLL!

“SIX”

AH! Swordsworditsunderhim-h!

“FIVE”

Moorlyswordshoulderpain

“FOUR”

painpain “AAah fFh!” whoiskidneypunchingme

“THREE”

pain let go you have to

“TWO”

let go of your sword, Link

“ONE”

Let go! Roll, shield

“HENDLEY, YOU’RE OUT.”

bash Moorly’s knees

“GRIER, YOU’RE OUT.”

grab Shaen’s sword

“SHAEN, YOU’RE OUT”

scramble dust sticking wet blood

“JOHNSTONE, YOU’RE OUT.”

“I YIELD!”

Guess Moorly’s knees hurt.

“MOORLY’S OUT!”

Crinno’s up.

Farniha flourishing. Advancing fast.

Let her come. Wait for it. Wait. Concentrate.

There it is, her backhand perfect form absurdly fast but BACKFLIP everything slows- race beneath the blade strike strike strike strike strike spin STRIKE she’s flying.

She’s on Emza

“TEN”

and Hale

“NINE”

The others surging again

“Ah! EMZA’S OUT! HALE’S OUT!”

toward me

“SIX”

My Goddess Crinno’s a mammoth. I don’t remember him looking so tall. What’s he-

WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU, LINK?!

Scramble scramble back off back off wall again. Back to the wall. Take stock take stock glance down. Red. So much red. Don’t zone out. SLASH THE AIR SLASH SLASH SLASH stay back shaking legs shaking more SWIPE SWIPE stay away you’re bleeding and concussed, Link, better think of a way to speed this up.

The royal guard. They’ve been holding back. Only striking opportunistically.

Waiting til the end. When I’m exhausted.

Attack them. Attack the royal guard. Use the others.

I don’t like the nasty grin on Blagmeer’s face. Him first.

SPRINT! SMACK! Perfect, blade flying, smack his side too then spin, hold the sword like a club and send him flying AIM IT RIGHT, LINK!

At Jeralt’s feet.

“TWENTY”

Not close enough.

“NINETEEN EIGHTEEN”

Guess I’ll have to do it myself.

“SEVENTEEN”

SPRINT HOP TWO FEET ON BLAGMEER

“SIXTEEN”

LAUNCHING SELF, SMASH SHEILD to face

“FIFTEEN FOURTEEN”

land on chest, bounce away

“THIRTEEN”

don’t stop don’t stop

“TWELVE ELEVEN”

you do this enough they’ll go down on their own.

“TEN”

SPRINT

“NINE”

Rayan, parry, don’t stop

“EIGHT SEVEN”

Knight cluster! Power through, don’t stop

“SIX FIVE”

KNIGHT CLUSTER! No, don’t let them stop you FEINT

“FOUR THREE”

Faked you out, ha!

“TWO”

Cahz! Full speed, slide under his guard, two-handed thwack to the middle spring up, armpit shot, lower back, ear, that hurt, he’s turning around swinging, BACKFLIP- swipe strike kick bash strike strike

Not enough, so tough, still standing.

They followed me here- Knights, knights, everywhere shield shield SHIELD no, no, it cracked, I heard it, it doesn’t have much left

Cahz heard it, too! ARCING his sword arcing down, down, DIVE toward him, sweep his legs out-

“AH!” hit in the tailbone

Not good not good not good not good each step pain grit grit bear it HILT this jerk in the head. He’s out, he’s aaaaAAAAH!

“CAHZ IS OUT!”

They’re on me they’re on me

“TEN NINE”

PUSH PUSH PUSH WRITHE

“EIGHT SEVEN”

WHOSE STENCH IS THAT

“SIX”

NASTY ARMPIT IN MY FACE

“FIVE”

SHOVE! SHOVE YOU HARD!

“FOUR”

PURCHASE I HAVE PURCHASE

“THREE”

PULL, LINK, WITH YOUR HANDS

“TWO”

PULL PULL PULL PULL FREE!

“ONE”

SPRINT painpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpainpain

“BERTAND, TUMAS, STEPNEY, CHAD, IRWEIR, YOU’RE OUT!”

painignoreignoreit another people-cluster

“F$@& YOU, GREGGAN!”

Circle them pain SWAT

“F*#& YOURSELF, IRWEIR!”

Yeah, go chase your sword Jessrel

“I WAS ON TOP-“

Leave the crowd TACKLEpain

“RAYAN’S LEGS WERE ON YOU--TO THE WALL!”

HILT to his nose, runpain

“NOW! YOU’RE OUT!”

No time to feelpain bad about it, Link, Jessrel’s really green but-

“I YIELD!”

“JESSREL’S OUT!”

Don’t feel bad painkeep moving, that cluster behind you, a new half-circle forming ahead PIVOTpain hook leader’s calf he’s down, took one with him, FARNIHAaAAAAAAAAH!

“TEN”

F@*#ING KNEE TO THE GROIN

“NINE”

S@*$ S*@# S*#& GET HER OFF GET HER OFF

“EIGHT SEVEN”

WH!! WAS THE BACKHAND TO THE FACE REALLY NECESSARY!?!?

“SIX”

Knight on your shield arm hilt punch him

“FIVE”

swing back at Farniha’s ear SHIELD FREE TUG BASH HER SHOULDER

“FOUR”

AH! Shield splinters bad she’s off me scramble up

“LEXTON’S OUT!”

SENT SPINNING CRINNO CRINNO ROLLING ROLLING DUST SPIT BLOOD STONES

“TEN”

No no no

“NINE”

Crinno on your shield arm

“EIGHT”

aaaaaaAAAAAND THERES HIS FIST, BEND- HILTPUNCH HILTPUNCH HILTPUNCH HILTPUNCH HILTPUNCH

“SEVEN”

Rip the strap off, rip it off now while he’s reeling

“SIX”

OFF OFF OFF YES UP pain SPRINT ERGAAH stomach side struck no shield need one, can’t, they’ll spot you going for one a mile off AH AH quick strikes it’s Wenn, he’s fast make him overshoot, Link, PIVOT, TRIP HIM HERE THEY COME FARNIHA BLAGMEER MANY OTHERS CRINNO BEHIND CRINNO CRINNO USE CRINNO LINE YOURSELF UP LINK LOOK AT BLAGMEER LINE UP CRINNO WAIT FOR IT WAIT FOR IT THERE THEY ARE LINED UP, USE YOUR SHOULDER, BASH BLAGMEER, MAKE HIM STOP SHORT, SIDE-HOP! SPIN ATTACK, ROPE IN OTHERS!

They are DOWN, Crinno on them!

“TEN”

Spin slash pivot swipe

“NINE EIGHT”

keep the rest back and DON’T LET CRINNO UP

“SEVEN SIX FIVE”

NOSEPUNCH! EARSMACK! DOWNSWIPE SHOULDER SHOULDER SHOULDER DOWN DOWN DOWN

“FOUR THREE”

NO YOU DON’T YOU BIZZARELY HUGE PERSON!

“TWO”

LEAP AND LAND ON CRINNO GIVE ME THAT SECOND GIVE IT PLEASE

“ONE”

YEEEEEEEEEEEEES! Oh that’s my blood on his heraldry

“CRINNO, MARKASTEN, EASDOWER, WRICK, BLAGMEER, YOU’RE OUT!”

BACKFLIP over their heads they were right behind me I felt the butt of a sword on my neck hairs just barely I just barely rotated above it before it hit it was Wenn wasn’t it I’m over his head right now, HILT HIT him, keep flipping land behind- WAIT COLLISION-

He CAUGHT ME! PULL! PULL! Legs stuck in his ARMPITS!! Bash him in the stomach Link never mind your jammed knees and ankles or the fact that he just stretched your leg wound open with his sword’s hiIIILT!painpainpainpainpain jelly jammed legs

Hahahaha jelly jam

NO! NO DUMBASS DON’T BE STUPID SNATCH HIS SHIELD RIP YOUR LEGS FREE AND ROLL, ROLL get your legs back under you Link, get them there, you have to you have to holding shield no time to strap no time stomach-punch with it instead one two three punches, stand, spin, bash with shield edge

“TWENTY- NEVERMIND, BOORIS IS OUT!”

Here’s Wenn, carry the momentum Link, keep spinning, shield flush to the flat of your forearm like you’re playing discus he’s swiping arc your face away and KEEP SPINNING bring shield edge down on his forearm, the flat of your blade hard on his back he’s down again he’s tough he’ll get back up one more shield hit to his ribs-

Too many others back off back off they’re going to surround you again, Link.

The shield the shield Greggan never says you can’t throw shields spin spin spin SPIN RELEASE carry the momentum through once more

“TWENTY NINETEEN”

SMASH Rayan’s sword arm spin along it

“EIGHTEEN SEVENTEEN”

SMASH his back AH!

“SIXTEEN FIFTEEN”

Shield to the face lucky I was so far behind him

“FOURTEEN”

Grab his shield, Link, pull, block his sword with yours, his arm’s hurt, no contest, pull pull YES my shield now, Rayan, front kick HIP GRAB SOMEONE HAS ME BY THE HIPS

HILT BACK, HIT THEIR SIDE HIT IT BEFORE THE OTHER GUY FINISHES- HWAH! Gut punching noHUAH!- more coming HUAAH- hook hook your legs LinkHUAH AH AH behind his knees, bend them FALLING backward SLAM AAAGH

“TEN”

YOUR ANKLES LINK

“NINE”

no no no more leg injuries

“EIGHT”

need legs shakingshaking

“SEVEN”

DODGE THAT KICK, LINK!

“SIX”

He’s over your shoulder grab his leg

“FIVE”

use Rayan like a fricking claymore!

“FOUR”

MAN-SWORD! SWING!

“THREE”

Hey, that worked, he took one down.

“TWO”

Now another, let go!

“ONE”

Get off the guy under you grab sword grab shield move

“ZACH, YOU’RE OUT!”

Movepainmovepainmovepainmovepain

“TYLLY’S AT FIFTEEN!”

Ignore- Ignore it-

“I YIELD!”

Good… good… breathe Link…

“TYLLY, RAYAN, YOU’RE OUT!”

“Come on, kid, give it up!”

Jeralt.

“For Hylia’s sake, you’re a bloody mess!“

They’re hanging back. Waiting to see if I’ll yield.

“There are at least thirty of us left. You won’t win this.”

Take the breather. Take a breath. Like a gift from the Goddess herself.

Garai looks livid. Where’s Meedla?

Found her. Knocked out. A medic at her head. Garai’s using the breather. Stalking me.

Don’t be underhanded, Link. They gave you a breath. Give them the truth.

“I won’t yield.”

I’ve never seen that look on Jeralt’s face before. I’m sure he can see it. How badly my legs are shaking. Grip the hilt, Link. Grip it hard. Force it. Get your concentration back.

“… Very well.”

And here they come. They know better this time. In ranks.

Like war.

Farniha on point. Because of course she is. Right-handers on right and left-handers on left. Swords held at trapping angles. They won’t attack. They’ll keep me in her reach. And the line behind them and the one behind that will make extra sure I don’t get out.

All right. Farniha it is.

I’ve already pummeled her twice and she’s still steady as a Goron latrine. How is this woman not one of the royal guards? Her ear’s bleeding where I hit her. It’s the only sign.

Here comes her SHIELD duck under it don’tthrowshe’sseenthattrick shoulder bash her use her momentum to knock her own wind out STOP

She stumbled. That’s something, but now she looks mad-SWIPE intercept with your sword, redirect, here comes her shield your shield to hers hold it- hold it-

SMASH clang clang clang metal on metal BASH parried SWIPE blocked LUNGE caught slide my blade along hers, get closer get KICKED in the chest SMASH SMASH SMASH her shield, Link, break it- PARRIED! Stumbling AH!

Skidding

“TWENTY NINETEEN”

face-down

“EIGHTEEN SEVENTEEN SIXTEEN”

at wall

“FIFTEEN FOURTEEN”

What are you doing, Link?

“THIRTEEN TWELVE”

They want to make the rules

“ELEVEN TEN”

They want you to fight this way

“NINE EIGHT”

They want to stay in formation

“SEVEN”

Don’t let them

“SIX FIVE”

They clearly think I’m not getting up

“FOUR”

They’re wrong

“THREE”

CLIMB THE WALL!

AH, S@$&! My side!

“ROVERT YOU ARE OUT!”

What’s one more wound at this point

“DON’T THROW YOUR SWORDS!”

Farniha, I hear her scrabbling for purchase. Maybe this is a little unfair of me. But it’s not against the rules. If they want to change it, it’ll have to be for the next melee.

“Link you f&*@ing coward!”

Kertiss’ voice.

F@&# him.

Am I high enough? I’m high enough.

They’ve seen me leap at them before. They’ll be expecting it. So that’s not what I’m going to do.

Farniha, I am really, really sorry about this.

Let go, Link.

Pin her

“TEN”

pin her down

“NINE”

ARMS DOWN

“EIGHT”

And here they come. Charging like madmen, straight at us.

“SEVEN”

Make sure your feet are free, Link, don’t let her hook them

“SIX”

- wait for it ARMS DOWN wait for it- !

“FIVE”

NOW

Leap straight up, shove sword in belt!

“FOUR”

I hear him, Jeralt, yelling no, but it’s too late.

“THREE”

LOUD collision, grab the ledge.

“TWO”

It worked. That’s some pile.

“ONE, THAT’S FARNIHA OUT!”

Side-leap, Link, you can do it

“SEVEN FOR THE REST OF YOU, SIX”

you’re shaky and woozy

“FIVE FOUR”

but you can still manage this.

“THREE TWO”

Just get as far away as you can while they struggle to get off each other.

“ONE! MYRRIN, ANNAXISA, COUPER, SLYTHE—HOLD! HOLD THE MELEE! BRAWLERS CALLED, TO THE WALL! ONES BELOW, LET ME SEE YOUR RUDDY FACES!”

A hold. Praise Hylia. A hold… thank…

“CARLIDE, JORR, ATHAN”

Oh. Oh, no. That’s not a good thing, is it, Link?

“MYCHLE, MAYLORD, TO THE WALL”

Your left pant leg is red. It’s red. Your blood is all over this yard and you’re still bleeding.

“DON’T BE SHY LAYER THREE, LET ME SEE YOU!”

You feel cold. Everything seems far away. You’re trembling and weak. Climbing took most of what you had left, didn’t it?

“AND NOW I GET TO SEE WHO WAS LINING THE WALL IN THE BACK!”

There are still… still going to be about a dozen left.

“BRYSTYLE, TOB, EDLIM, CHORA, RETT”

Including Eberoy, Merendith, and Jeralt.

“HURUAY, LANDES—YOU’RE OUT, WHO ELSE?”

My Goddess, they’re still in it. You’re too distractable, Link. You knew you should’ve taken them out before.

“HEY MUCK-SPOUTS, GET OFF FARNIHA, SHE’S BEEN UNDER THERE LONG ENOUGH!”

The longer it takes them to walk off, the more I bleed. I think they know that. There are glares.

“ERL, KYLAR, BENNENT, ORRIMER, PEX, YOU’RE OUT!”

Oh, no. No you don’t, Link. Don’t do that. You go down on one knee, you might not get back up. Resist. Resist.

Look up. Look at her. The Princess. She’s watching you.

And suddenly, I can’t breathe. Her eyes piercing mine. Her breath coming quick. Her fist white against the parapet. Her hair blown before her like she’s trying to reach me.

You have to do this. This isn’t about you, Link.

You can’t let it be about you.

Concentrate. Grip.

“BRAWLERS, READY!”

Concentrate. Stance.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAND BEGIN!”

Concentrate. They come as sawtooth, some more forward, not a neat pattern. They’ve learned. Or maybe, it’s the smart ones who are left.

Concentrate. Blade out, right. Shield left-center. Concentrate. All your strength, Link. All your willpower, your determination, your love for the woman on the battlement. All of it. Into your sword.

NOW! SPIN ATTACK “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” what?! Where did that light come from it blew them back IT BLEW THEM BACK

“TWENTY”

DON’T STOP NOW LINK

“NINETEEN”

YOU HAVE THE ADVANTAGE,

“EIGHTEEN”

TAKE IT!

“SEVENTEEN”

Leap, soar! Over them, they’re all down!

“SIXTEEN AND VINCHETT’S OUT”

Kelinger, shocked still, flat of my blade to his chest

“FIFTEEN AND BILLI’S OUT”

downed, disarm, de-shield,

“FOURTEEN AND AHADIS IS OUT”

he has my wrists

“THIRTEEN AND JOH’S OUT”

I’m stronger, chop his elbow

“TWELVE”

“I YIELD!”

hilt to head

“ELEVEN AND NEDLEY’S OUT”

“You’re an effing-“

jump away-HIT

“-coward too, Ned!”

“TEN AND KELINGER’S OUT”

Skidding, roll, try to see

“F(@$ off, Kertiss!”

“NINE”

who slammed you

“EIGHT”

don’t know his name

“SEVEN”

three more coming, some got up-LEGS

“SIX”

throw him over, spin, kick out

“FIVE”

got one, roll up!

“FOUR”

He went far, strange-URG!

“THREE”

Sword to ass, that’s embarrassing

“TWO”

Pivot, backhand that guy

“ONE”

He flew, too, wow…

“QUENN, NIKO, ABEL, JATE, WENN, YOU’RE OUT!”

They’re down

“MARL’S AT THIRTEEN!”

All down, except

“TWELVE”

Except

“ELEVEN”

Eberoy

“TEN”

Merendith

“NINE”

Jeralt

“EIGHT”

Advancing on me

“SEVEN”

Slowly

“SIX”

Probably hoping I’ll bleed myself unconscious

“FIVE”

Before they get here

“FOUR”

Their mistake.

“THREE”

Concentrate. Blade out, right. Shield left-center.

“TWO”

They see it they’re speeding up concentrate concentrate here comes Eberoy’s down-slash with the flat of his blade- DODGE!- STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE SHOVE HIM INTO JERALT faked you out!

MERENDITH’S FORWARD SLASH BACK-BEND UNDER IT UNDER HIS GUARD STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE SHOULDER BASH

Greggan never said one he never said one the other two they’re up BEHIND YOU, LINK! SPIN LOW LEG SWEEP caught one THERE’S THE OTHER spring forward, fast, shield bash!

“TWENTY”

Pin him, he’s further from-

“NINETEEN”

NO, EBEROY’S SWORD LOW TO LEG SWEEP YOU

“EIGHTEEN”

JUMP STRAIGHT UP, HILT PUNCH TO FOREHEAD

“SEVENTEEN”

Merendith right beside him, my shield edge to his shoulder

“SIXTEEN”

He’s heavy, I pushed myself left-

“FIFTEEN”

THERE’S JERALT, HIS SHIELD, IN THE AIR I CAN’T DODGE

“FOURTEEN”

BASHED!! SPINNING SPINNING SPINNING FACE IN THE GROUND

“THIRTEEN”

SCRAPING SCRAPING IT BURNS I HIT SOMEONE

“TWELVE”

“AH!” He’s on me whoever it is he’s on me

“ELEVEN”

Push, Link! Roll him over

“TEN”

EBEROY LEAPT “AGHhhh!”

“-TEN!”

Ignore his elbow in your stomach and bash his shoulder

“NINE”

BASH IT GET HIM OFF YOU BEFORE-

“EIGHT”

THAT OTHER KNIGHT LEAPING

“SEVEN”

Don’t panic hold your hilt out just hold it out

“SIX”

SMASH it hit his face

“FIVE”

Jammed your elbow your shoulder

“FOUR”

Ignore it ignore it Link just GET EBEROY OFF YOU

“THREE AND DEXER OUT!”

SHIELD AND SWORD DOUBLE BASH ROLL HIM

“TWO”

FREE! Scramble scramble he’s on Marl’s knees-

“ONE”

Merendith Jeralt

“MARL, YOU’RE OUT!”

Get off your knees, Link, QUI-

“TEN”

PAINMerendith’s downswipe

“NINE”

Myshoulderdislocated?isthiswhatthatfeelslike?painpainpain

“EIGHT”

ignoremyGoddessignoreitGETUP

“SEVEN”

ROLL BACK away from them AH!somuchpain

“SIX”

Thewallthewallthewallthewall run as fast as you can the wall the wall the wall!

HIT THE WALL HIT IT BASH”AAAAAAAAAAAH!”

It worked. It’s back in, it’s back in.

They’re coming.

Merendith. Eberoy. Jeralt. One other… don’t know him.

That light. Can I do it again? Without telegraphing it?

Just concentrate. Don’t move. Lean against the wall. Concentrate concentrate concentrate everything you have into the blade think of her think of her think of her everything into the blade wait for it wait for it until they’re RIGHT HERE!

Up and to the left, spinning, not as strong, not as bright, not as full, but it’s there it’s still there pushing them back, away from me, they’re all on their asses-WH?

BEHIND THEM GARAI HIS HILT-

“LINK!”

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

"EBEROY'S OUT!"

r-ringing- huh? P-Princess… heard you…

Stay- stay on- your- knees- Link- don’t- fall-

“My Goddess. Princess…”

what- is- that?- bright-

“S-s-sir Oron?”

“Sire, they’re killing him. Please, end this!”

bursts- light- FIST-

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

stay- up-

“Garai, stop, that’s enough!”

“Shut up, Brahm, this is for Meedla.”

FIST- SHIELD-

WALL!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

“Sire, look at Greggan, he has his hand up-“

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

“he’s ready to end it on your command!”

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

“Please, sire!”

Not- so- smart- Link.

“Skies above, Oron, you think I don’t know?”

Goddess-

“Father-“

Please- please- help-

“Father, please-“

For- her. I’m- her- champion-

“Screw this, I YIELD!”

They’re-

“BRAHM’S OUT!”

surrounding- me-

fist- MOVE-

“AAAAAAAAAAAAGGHT S*@* YOU M*&#$(@)&%@ LITTLE S*@$, GO DOWN!”

yes- he- hit- wall- broke- his- hand

sliding- you’re- sliding, Link-

No- No-

Goddess, please- for- her-

???????? Sword, straight- up? Why? Why?

I- feel- something- in- my- blade. Different-

Downslash-

“What the-!”

Back- it blew them back!

Hit Garai hard.

“TWENTY”

Up.

“NINETEEN”

Please, legs. Up.

“GARAI’S OUT. SPOTTERS!”

Yes. Just a- little more- no, no, Merendith- MY NECK against the wall, lifting me, his forearm his forearm push it push push push push breathe- can’t breathe- air- bright- bright- lights-

“Yield, Link! YIELD!”

Legs. Legs, Link. Be- quick- so he can’t- respond. Wait- a moment longer-

LEGS UP KNEES BENT FEET TO HIS CHEST, KICK OUT KICK AS HARD AS YOU CAN-

“Oof!”

You pushed him- but- you’re down, Link…

“TWENTY”

Still- have time

“NINETEEN”

he’s- tackling- you!

“EIGHTEEN”

FLAT OF YOUR BLADE CATCH HIM WITH BOTH HANDS

“SEVENTEEN”

He’s on you- shoulders, elbows, jammed- jammed again

“SIXTEEN”

there’s some- leverage- push with your left- shove him overpainpain you’re on top

“TEN”

vulnerable- Jeralt’s behind you-

“NINE”

THROWN flying- skidding, burning again

“TWENTY”

Everything hurts

“NINETEEN”

He’s rising- can’t- let him-

“EIGHTEEN”

pin- you- so weak-

“SEVENTEEN”

momentum- you- need- momentum-

to knees- one leg- out- behind- he’s coming- one last- SPIN- THROW SHIELD-

his chest- hit- he- didn’t- fall- I’m- too weak! He’s- coming- he’s coming-

Get- up, Link- Off- knees- NnnnggghhhHH-

DOWNSWING NO SHIELD- BLOCK, LINK, SWORD UP! STRUCK STRUCK STRUCK STRUCKWHAT STRUCKDO STRUCKI STRUCKDO STRUCK STRUCK DOWN DOWN HE’S DRIVING ME DOWN LEGS TOO WEAK TO ROLL HIM PAINPAINPAIN forward, Link- only way- dive forward- through- his- legs- then turn up- push him- have to time- wait- NOW

Dive spin up both hands drive sword flat to his thighs drive him with his own downswing momentum yes yes YES HE’S DOWN HIS BLADE STUCK IN THE GROUND NOW LINK NOW CRAWL ON TOP JUST CRAWL ON TOP

“TEN”

Don’t let him-

“NINE”

Lift- that- sword-

“EIGHT”

Get- on- top of it-

“SEVEN”

Sit- on- his- head-

“SIX”

“Holy S*@#, you little- pffff!”

Heel- on- his- sword- hilt-

“FIVE”

You- don’t have- to-

“FOUR”

Take- him- out- just-

“THREE”

don’t- let- him- have

“TWO”

leverage- KNEESKNEES HIS KNEES, NO!

“ONE”

AH!

“MERENDITH, YOU’RE OUT!”

“WHAT? F@#* YOU, GREGGAN, I THREW HIM!”

Up-

“TOO LATE, MERENDITH.”

Up- on- knees- Link-

“LIKE HELL IT WAS, YOU LIKE THIS BRAT, YOU’RE ON HIS SIDE!”

Before- spotters- count- you- down-

“THERE ARE NO SIDES IN A MELEE, MERENDITH, NOW GET TO THE WALL.”

Just- stay- up-

“I WAS UP BEFORE YOU SAID ONE!”

Why- do- they- sound- so- quiet?

“YOUR HEAD WAS STILL IN THE DIRT, HALF UNDER LINK’S ASS.”

Have- to lean-

“I WASN’T PRONE!”

lean- on- your- sword.

“FACE-DOWN IN THE DIRT IS PRONE, MERENDITH.”

His- face- is so- red-

“LOOK AT HIM! I HAVE HIM! HE’S NOT GETTING UP!”

Huh?

“ON KNEES IS NOT PRONE.”

Jeralt.

“ONE MORE SWAT AND HE’LL GO DOWN!”

My Goddess- Jeralt-

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT, MERENDITH. THE POINT IS YOU’RE OUT. GET TO THE BLOODY WALL!”

He’s- staring- at me- he’s- hardly hurt-

Your- head- Link-

Not- right-

Merendith- stopped- arguing-

Any- second- any- second-

Things- are- so dark. Did- sun- go behind- clouds?

No- no- see? There it is- Link.

Why- isn’t he- attacking… me?

“I YIELD!”

Wh- what?!

“F#*$ YOU, JERALT!”

“We’ve heard enough from you, Kertiss. I’ll deal with you, later.”

He’s- walking- toward- me-

Must- have- heard- wrong- so- messed- up-

The- ringing’s- still- there- isn’t- it?

I- just- stopped- noticing- it- ringing- ringing-

What- do I- do- when he- gets- here? No- strength- left. Sword- point- first- in- dirt. Leaning- on- it. Maybe- I- can- get- him- to- downstrike- then- I- lean- back- he- falls- on- sword- hilt- then- I- try- to- punch- his- face-

Where’s- his sword?

“I won’t take this away from you, Link. I’ve never seen anyone accomplish what you have here, today. Didn’t think it was possible. Here.”

His- hand. He’s- offering- it.

“B-but… d… d… pwhkh… …. don’t you… hate… me?”

“…Anyone here who hates you is doing it for the wrong reasons. I thought… well. Never mind what I thought. It doesn’t make sense to me anymore. Take my hand.”

Here… here… it… is…

Up. Lifting- me. Slowly- shoulder- elbow- pain- noticing- again- I’m- too- short to… to lean- on his… shoulder…

I… I have to… make it… up… to the rampart… to her… rules of championship…

Look- look up.

The king. He… has a hand… on her arm… telling her… to stay…

“You can make it. Let’s go.”

Step. Step. Keep stepping. Jeralt. Arm- under my arms.

“That’s it.”

Door. Into the wall.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee quiet in here eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Jeralt- said something…. what did he say?

“-ladder, Link. You have to climb it. I’ll stay behind you. Try not to fall.”

Ladder. Hands. They’re so white.

“Go on. One step up.”

Blur.

“Oh, no. No you don’t.”

Tap tap tap tap who’s tapping me?

“You’re too close for that. Up the ladder. Up, Link.”

Up. Yeah.

To Zelda.

Zelda’s up there. Yes.

Think of her. Step.

Strange... What’s- that feeling? Squelching. Thigh.

Blurry.

Zelda. Step.

Right. You remember.

Your sword. Step.

Have to… give her your sword. Step.

Up. Up.

Got dark out.

Up.

Pull. Climb.

Stone floor, so cold. Shivering.

“Link, I’m beside you. Take my hand.”

Okay.

“Good. No, that’s the wall, Link. You can’t keep leaning on it. Take a breath, but then walk out to her. Before you pass out.”

Breathe. Breathe. There she is.

That’s why. That’s why it all seems so dark. Look how bright she is. She outshines the rest.

I’m moving, aren’t I? Toward her.

Oh. The sword’s in my belt… Handy…

Here. I’m here. Kneel, KNEEL- oh… that was close… almost fell…

She’s above you. Look at her. She’s… not smiling… why not? I did it… I did it…

You did it, Link….

Oh. Now YOU’re smiling… like an idiot… at her…

“Your sword, Link.”

Why- is she… whispering? This… isn’t the library… sword! Oops… of course. For you. Here.

“Superbly fought, Sir Link. That was nothing short of the most glorious display of skill I have ever seen.”

Hehe. Thanks. Loud, though. Hurts my head.

“I hereby return your sword to you. May you – may you grow together, as one.”

Oh, it’s my nice sword. She- she’s buckling it around me. So close. Is that a handkerchief?

“Sirs, may I request some water?”

“Of course, Princess.”

“Thank you, Sir Margil.”

“Oh-“ oh that hurts… feels good too, though. Nice and… cool? Why is she patting… back of my head???????? Oooooh oooooh it’s bloody now…. more water? Oh. My face. She’s cleaning… cleaning…. Feels… so…….. thank you…………

Blur.

Dark.

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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PLEASEEE write more for august walker! i'm in love with the banter in "welcome home, walker" and how he's grumpy but has a soft spot for the reader. LOVE UR OTHER WORKS TOO <33

Aww, I love Auggie! And it has been a bit since I wrote for him. Soooooo...

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Pairing: August Walker x fem!Reader

Words: 2145

Summary: You and Auggie go out with the graduating cadets to celebrate your new assignment.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (innuendo, teasing, sex in a public place, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex), violence (fistfight, implication of gore and death), betrayal, protective!Auggie, TW- implication of impending date rape/mentions of drugs, SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: This got away from me a bit if I’m being honest. I was just gonna do the teasing in the gym but I couldn’t stop myself, so please enjoy this little impromptu fic! And please feel free to send me an ask if there’s a character or kink or anything you’d like to see more of!

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You didn’t know how he got you in this position. You could practically feel him beaming over you as you struggled to get out of the hold he had you in.

“You keep moving like that, you’re gonna make me hard, sweetheart. You want me to fuck you right here on the mat?”

August ground his crotch against your ass to illustrate his point and you let out a moan. Your arms were bent back at your shoulders unnaturally as you scrabbled for some purchase to get out of his grip.

“Fuck off, Auggie. You know the only reason you’re on top right now is because I didn’t get any sleep.” Maybe if you arched your back a little...

August groaned in your ear as your ass rubbed against his growing erection.

“Shit, Y/N. The director is right there.”

You turned your head as much as you could to see Sloane standing at the gym entrance, surveying the cadets as they practiced their sparring. You wiggled your ass again, making Auggie growl at you.

“You’re not giving me a lot of options, baby. You know my brain doesn’t work when I’m sleep deprived.”

He grumbled and you felt him start to loosen the hold he had on your arms. You grinned to yourself as you wrapped one arm behind his neck, gripping the hair at the base of his scalp and rolling forward. You heard him give a small sound of surprise as you flipped him over, knocking all the air out of his lungs when you slammed him into the mat and wrapping your body around his shoulders, stretching him to the point of pain.

“Damn it, I thought we were done.”

“I don’t remember tapping out, sweetie.” You gripped his wrist and stretched his arm even further as you squeezed your thighs around his neck.

He wheezed for a second before a wicked grin spread over his face. “Y’know, when you get me in these holds, I can smell you, and it drives me fucking crazy.”

You almost loosened your hold at his admission but caught yourself at the last second. “August...” you growled in warning.

“I know you’re soaked under these sweats, sweetheart.” He turned his head as much as your hold would allow, running his nose along the inseam of your sweats until you released him with a hiss.

“Fine, it’s a draw.” You mumbled, drawing yourself to your feet as he chuckled darkly. “Equipment room in 5?”

“Walker, Y/L/N, with me.” Sloane gave a beckoning motion and the two of you moved to follow, sighing with frustration.

You moved with the director as she marched back towards her office, shooting each other apprehensive looks as you considered what she may want to talk to you about.

“Good news you two.” Sloane announced as she closed the door to her office behind you. “We finally managed to get the heat off you from Interpol, and you’re set for a new assignment in Brazil.” She handed you your files detailing the op. “Looks like there’s a Syndicate group operating there, moving weapons through the black market there. You ship out in two days. Please do your best to remember, Syndicate members are assets, not targets.”

“Right, boss.” You murmured, flipping through your ID docs. August just grunted beside you.

“Alright, I heard the two of you are going out with the graduating cadets and trainers tonight to celebrate the end of the course. Don’t overdo it.” She gave you a knowing wink before you turned to leave the office.

“I think she knows about us.” August whispered as the two of you headed to your lockers.

You just laughed at him. “Auggie, honey, we’re the worst kept secret at Langley.”

“Y/N, Walker, I hear congrats are in order! We’re gonna miss the two of you in training!” Melissa managed to find out everything as soon as it happened, you didn’t know how she got stuck in training instead of the field. “I’ll make sure everyone buys you a round at the club tonight.”

You groaned at that, those goddamn trainers would have you passed out if they got their way. You slammed your locker closed and turned back to August.

“Meet you at the club, baby. Make sure to do your reading first!” You called over your shoulder as you headed out.

You arrived at the club 4 hours later to see August looking incredibly uncomfortable in the middle of a group of rowdy cadets. You tutted to yourself as you approached him, he always had a stick up his ass.

He saw you then, and his face relaxed as he walked to meet you.

“You’re late.” He grumbled as the two of you headed to the bar. “You know how much I hate talking to these kids.”

“Relax, grandpa.” You smiled before turning to order yourself a gin and tonic. “You gonna dance at all tonight, or just stand there glowering?”

He scoffed into his scotch as you grinned at him, moving closer and rubbing your foot over his calf suggestively.

“Don’t you start something you’re not prepared to finish, beautiful.”

Just then, Melissa arrived with a tray full of tequila shots, and you let out a groan. This was the second time you got cock blocked today, and you were starting to get frustrated.

“Look what I’ve got for you!” she said gleefully as the two of you winced at her.

“Melissa, I’ve told you a million times, I don’t do tequila.”

“C’mon, it’s your last night with us, just a couple.”

You took a deep breath and grabbed a shot for yourself, giving August a shrug before tossing it back. He hissed between his teeth as he downed his own.

“Fuck me, you sure this isn’t rubbing alcohol? Jesus, Melissa!”

She just handed the two of you two more with a giggle, and clapped her hands when you swallowed them. Before you knew it she was dragging you towards the dance floor, your head fuzzy from the tequila as you instructed August to watch your cocktail. He gave you a grin before turning back to the bar, but that quickly changed once he noticed movement in your glass.

August clenched his jaw as his arm shot out to grab the cadet that was wandering away from the bar, wrapping his fist around his upper arm with a vise-like grip.

“The fuck you think you’re doing?” He growled, a menacing glare taking over his face.

“Get your hand off me, man.” The frat boy idiot actually looked offended as he glanced down at August’s hand.

Walker just tightened his grip as he patted the asshole down, cocking an eyebrow as he pulled a tiny baggie of tablets out of his breast pocket.

“Graham, right? What’s a senator’s nephew doing with… what is this? GHB? Molly?”

“Look, buddy.” The moron gave him a grin like he was his friend as August stared him down. “That piece of ass needs some loosening up. I bet she’s a tiger in the sack.”

August threw your drink in his face before hauling him outside. He considered letting you handle it yourself, but he wanted to let off some steam.

He didn’t say anything, just punched the smarmy bastard in the face. The idiot didn’t even try to defend himself, pathetic.

“What the fuck?! You broke my nose!” Graham held a hand to his face as he stared at Walker in disbelief.

“Yeah, that’s not all I’m gonna do to you.” He growled as he set to work.

Five minutes later he stood over his handiwork, wiping the blood off his knuckles as he let out a sigh. That had gotten a little out of hand.

“Fuck.” He muttered, pulling his burner out of his suit pocket and dialing. “Yeah, this is Lark. Send a cleanup crew to the alley outside Sketch. Yeah, some senator’s nephew.” He frowned over the phone. “Because it’s a fucking order.” He hung up, not bothering to wait for the Syndicate’s sanitation team before heading back into the club to find you.

He found you on the dance floor and a hungry sneer came over his face. He strode toward you and wrapped a possessive hand around your throat from behind, drawing you fast against his chest and growling into your ear. You whined as he pulled you away from the group, Melissa beaming at the two of you like an idiot.

“Have fun you two!” She called as August steered you around a corner.

He pressed you into the wall behind a column, his mouth devouring yours as he slotted his knee between your legs. You whimpered as he shoved a hand in the front of your blouse, squeezing your breast viciously before tweaking your nipple to the point of your pain as you arched into his hand.

“Fuck, Auggie. What happened?” You were panting with need as he moved his face down to bury in your neck, his teeth scraping over your throat.

“I’ll tell you later. Are you still drunk?” He moved his other hand to the apex of your thighs and groaned against your chest when he felt your slick coated folds. You weren’t wearing any panties.

“No, the dancing burned most of it off. Shit.” You hissed as he inserted two fingers inside you, stretching you open as he fumbled with his zipper. “Can’t even make it to the bathroom, huh?”

“Sorry sweetheart.” He mumbled as he freed his dick from his slacks. “Sure seems like you were expecting this, though.”

He moved his lips to yours and swallowed your cry as he dipped his hips and plunged into you. His hands wrapped around your thighs and lifted them to wrap around him as he started to move his hips. He tried to move slow so it wasn’t obvious what the two of you were doing, but those goddamn tiny whimpers you were making into his mouth were making it hard for him to control himself.

“God, this cunt feels better every time I’m in it. Fuck.” You were clenching around him with each thrust and your breath was coming in ragged gasps, letting him know you were close. “Jesus Christ, it’s barely been a minute. You’re so fucking sensitive.” He nipped at your bottom lip and stilled his hips for a beat as he teased you.

You slapped his bicep playfully and whined. “Shut the fuck up and move, asshole.”

He braced one hand on the wall and drew his hips back slowly before slamming into you. You buried your face in his neck to muffle your scream as you came apart. Your pussy fluttered around him as every muscle went rigid. He felt you sobbing against him as your muscles quivered in your release, his hips still setting a punishing pace as he fucked you through it.

“Shit, honey.” He murmured against your cheek as you came down. “You make it so easy.”

Your snort turned into a whimper as a particularly deep thrust had him kissing your cervix. “Fuck, Auggie.”

“Yeah, right there?”

You nodded vigorously as your face screwed up in bliss, leaning it back against the wall as he picked up the pace.

His cock was dragging against that sweet spot inside you with each thrust and it was all you could focus on. Your thighs squeezed around him as he brought you closer and closer to another orgasm. He loved watching you take it, getting completely lost in your pleasure. And knowing he was the one doing this to you was just icing on the cake.

“You close, gorgeous?” He asked, feeling his own imminent release looming.

“Shit, shit!”

He was extremely grateful for the loud music as you screamed in your release. He swallowed a shout of his own as his cock twitched and his cum spurted into you, painting your insides as his hips faltered and he collapsed against you.

“Jesus.” You whispered as you set your feet on the floor, August still sheathed in you as he softened. “Public sex, who knew?”

You felt his chest rumble against you as he gave a low chuckle, sliding out of you gently before he tucked himself back into his slacks. He ducked his head to give you a tender kiss as he drew down the hem of your skirt over your thighs.

“We should go back to your place.” He whispered after he released you, leaving you breathless.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you tonight, but I’m totally fine with it. Lemme just say goodbye to Melissa.”

He grinned as he watched you saunter away, your gait a little wobbly as you tried to keep his cum from leaking out of you. He was really looking forward to your new assignment. The thought of being cooped up with you for several months was making him hard already.

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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shut in [4]

Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, you’re forced to hide in a safehouse with a man you’ve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, you’re forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before it’s too late. (Sam Wilson x Reader, Hitman AU)

Warnings: cursing, threats

Word count: 3.7k

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“I’ll keep an eye out.”

“Alright, thank you.”

You hung up the call, trudging back to the house, discarding the battery along the way.

The air had a chill to it and there was an occasional breeze that went past, rustling leaves providing an eerily comforting background score. The temperature tended to rise as the day went on but nights were especially cold due to the abundance of trees.

Even though the stress of the situation you were in constantly consumed all your waking thoughts, you still found the time to appreciate how beautiful your surroundings were.

The last few days were barely memorable. Sam and you tended to stay out of each other's way unless your meal time coincided or you watched the local news together. The schedule had worked out favourably.

He wasn’t very hard to live with.

Most of the time.

His commentary and small jokes were never-ending but were not as unwelcome as you initially thought. It brought some much needed light into your otherwise dreary day. When it came to figuring out how to do laundry due to your now extended stay or whose turn it was to do it, things got a bit messy but were resolved quickly.

He used to disappear often for hours on end. You never concerned yourself with going after him to find out where he went, figuring that unless he was hatching a plot that led to your demise, he was entitled to his own privacy. He’d return a while later, calmer than when he left.

It was fine. Nothing to write home about. Neither of you were dead yet.

“What are you doing on the bed?” You were reconsidering your last thought when you walked into the bedroom to resume your self-interrupted sleep, only to find him face down on the sheets. “It’s my day today.”

“Just give me some time. I’ll be out of here soon enough.” His voice was muffled as he spoke into the sheets.

“You can take all the time you need tomorrow when it’s your turn.” You swatted at his legs, earning a grunt of chagrin from him.

“Go eat some soup and maybe you’ll calm down,” he fired back, unmoving.

“Today’s not soup day. Which you would know if you paid attention to our schedule. That we made. Together. The same schedule which says it’s my turn today.”

He groaned, shoving his face deeper into the pillow. “My back’s killing me. Just give me a few.”

“Why, what’d you do?” you asked curiously, letting go of his leg.

“Combat training. Took a few beatings, fucked up my spine.”

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“It comes and goes.” Sam finally rolled onto his back, giving you a view of his face. His bone structure was amazing, even from quite possibly the ugliest angle you could have over him. “You should’ve seen the other guy.”

You just stared at him as he linked his arms behind his neck, elevating his head to look at you. He had a small stubble that was starting to grow longer. You wondered if he would shave it. He looked good regardless.

“How’s your beloved?”

“Huh?”

“The person you keep sneaking around to talk to on the phone. I’m not your dad, y’know. You can talk to them inside the house, ‘m not gonna ground you,” he quipped, a small, teasing smile on his face.

“He’s not my lover. Just... an acquaintance.” You felt the awkwardness starting to set in after you trailed off. “Anyway since you’re awake, we need to talk.”

“‘Bout what?”

“What happened that day. We’ve been avoiding it but we need to figure out what went wrong. Or at least a clue.”

“Okay,” Sam agreed, wincing as he sat up straight. “How do you want to do it?”

“Just talk me through how you got put on this mission and what exactly happened that day, I guess.” You took a place on the bed, leaning backward on your hand for support.

He nodded, delaying for a second to collect his thoughts before beginning.

“So basically-”

The sun was particularly relentless that day.

The ringing bell above the door of his favourite coffee shop was a welcoming sound. The barista smiled at him in greeting, asking if he wanted his usual to go.

His park bench was empty as it always was. Sam liked to think of it as a small gift from the universe; the fact that it was perpetually unoccupied.

He liked to sit there and watch people’s day go by. His iced coffee-

“I don’t really require that much detail.”

“Patience. I’m getting there.”

It was arguably one of the most peaceful days he had had in awhile, and he was hoping to keep the streak going. Nothing seemed like it would phase him, not even the phone ringing, drawing his attention away from the scene in front of him. Caller ID didn’t trace who it was.

“Hello?”

“Wilson.”

Sam gripped the cup so hard he thought it might spill over onto his jeans.

“I told you not to call me, Ransone.”

“But honey we had such a good time last night,” he faux cooed, “You know I have needs-”

“I’m not getting involved in your stupid organisation, Vincent. I told you I’m done,” Sam broke in, not wanting to waste time listening to his stupid dramatics.

“Listen here, Wilson.” The swift change in his tone was looming, threatening. “You’re done when I say you’re done-”

“Wanna bet?” Sam took a sip of his coffee. “I thought we made it clear in Detroit that we’re done. Honey.”

He added the last part out of pure spite just to get a rise out of him. Much to his glee it seemed to work as Ransone let out a deep exhale before continuing.

“That was before we found out there’s a mole in my gang. I want you to kill him.”

“This is way below my pay grade. Have one of your interns do it. Your shitty murder warehouse hasn’t seen much action in a while.”

“This is Pierce we’re talking about. If he’s working for another organisation, his ass is going to be so guarded, these kids couldn’t wouldn’t even get past the gate. Besides, you know my murder warehouse is for special guests only-”

“Man, it must suck real hard to be you right now,” Sam didn’t wait for him to complete his sentence. He finished the last bit of the drink he had left, gathering his things before standing up. “Find someone else. I’m out.”

“You might want to reconsider that. We found him.”

He stopped in his tracks.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sam said steadily, grip on the phone tightening.

“I think you do, though. Had us fooled for a while there, thinking he’s dead. A little more research, some cash into the right pockets and boom! There he is, clear as day.”

Sam felt a chill go up his spine.

“He doesn’t know we know. We’re just keeping an eye on him for now.”

“If you even fucking think of touching him-” his fists were balled up, struggling to keep his anger from rising.

“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t.” Ransone laughed. “I’ll just have one of my interns do it.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Ransone. It’s not somethi-”

“Do this hit and I’ll leave him alone,” Ransone interjected. “You’ve worked so hard to pull him from our radar, Sammy. It would be a shame if it all went to waste.”

Sam’s jaw clenched. Suddenly the day didn’t seem as bright as it was a few minutes ago.

“I’ll text you the details. You tend to leave me on read so I thought I’d make it more fun. Do you want the confetti with the message or the lasers-”

Sam just hung up the call, feet firmly rooted in his spot. He had no idea what he was going to do.

The notification of a new text alerted him. Pierce’s address along with the exact timeline of when he’d be home.

It was across the country. If he botched the mission on purpose, Ransone wouldn't be able to find him for a few days at least, much less reach him. He could go on the run-

‘Do it or he dies.’

His train of thought was interrupted by a picture that made his blood boil.

Especially when it exploded with the stupid confetti effect.

“Okay, basically he threatened you with something to go do the hit.” You didn’t ask him what exactly he was threatening him with and Sam didn’t really elaborate.

“Yeah. Didn’t leave me with much of a choice. He’s batshit fuckin’ crazy anyway, I knew he’d do whatever he felt like.”

“So you ended up going.”

Pierce didn’t seem to get many visitors. Not that anyone could be blamed, this guy was one of the biggest pieces of shit Sam had had the misfortune of meeting.

Over the two days he had staked out in front of the mansion to find out if this guy had as much security as Ransone had boasted of, Sam had come to the conclusive truth that no, he very much did not. He had a standard home security system which was lacklustre compared to the rest of the house.

Maybe he just assumed that being a senior member of the mob would garner some fear to his name. Dumbass.

He found the tall shrubbery surrounding the property to be out of the line of sight of the camera, and climbing it wasn't very hard. He landed softly on the manicured lawn, adjusting his gloves and checking his surroundings before pulling his gun that was secured in the waistband of his pants.

He removed the safety, keeping it close to him as he stalked through the front yard.

The red car parked at the side earned an eye roll from him. If he had one, there was no doubt there’d be more. He just had to find a basement or garage.

Walking around the house, he kept close to the wall, searching for any opening to the basement.

It didn’t take long before he found a set of stairs to the exterior entrance of the basement. He checked to see if anyone was around before making his way down them. The lock was unsurprisingly easy to pick.

The basement was mostly dark save for a few strategic lights placed to highlight the magnificence of his several race cars. The man was moved slower than the second coming of Jesus. The cars just seemed like an overcompensation.

The switchboard was not difficult to find. He pulled open the cover, glancing at the switches before turning all of them off, plunging the whole basement into darkness. If his security system was as outdated as Pierce was, it would have turned off along with the rest of the house.

“Oh, that’s why the cameras weren't working when I showed up.” Bits that seemed amiss were beginning to place itself together the more his story progressed. “I assume you entered the house through the window on the side?”

“Sure did.”

Your guess was right. He’s the reason why it was ajar by the time you arrived.

As soon as he entered he had his gun raised. Scanning the room as he went past, his senses were dialed up to eleven. If he was really under the protection of Serpentine, they were doing a terrible job. He had gotten in completely unscathed.

As he made his way deeper into the house, the sound of some movie playing became louder. But he had cut off the power supply to the house.

His eyebrows pulled together tightly into a frown, he made his way down the hall towards the sound. No one was in the dining or living room he canvassed.

Finally, Pierce’s silhouette became clearer. He appeared to just be sitting there idly while a smaller screen played in front of him. It wasn’t a TV, just an iPad.

If Pierce was asleep it would just make the job easier. Gun raised, Sam made his way into the room silently.

Pierce was still. Sam raised the gun, taking a step closer.

A floorboard creaked.

He immediately cringed, shoulders tensed as he came to an immediate stop. It seemed like forever as he waited for Pierce to wake up, to brandish a gun and try and defend himself.

He didn’t.

Taking a step to the side, Sam moved diagonally. Each one was slow. Ready for any sudden movements from his end.

He finally stopped in front of Pierce.

A bullet hole in his forehead. Eyes open. Chest still.

He was dead.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Sam breathed out, lowering his gun. Pierce’s glassy eyes stared blankly ahead. He didn’t look like had been dead for too long.

A soft thud in another room made his head snap up. It was in the same direction from where he came.

He silently moved backwards to the corner of the room, hoping that the darkness was enough of a disguise as he saw someone stalking down the hallway.

“And that’s when you come in. Thought you were comin’ back to make sure he was dead.”

“I had just got there. Saw that everything was off, and just assumed it was a power outage.”

“What about you? How’d you end up there?” Sam had his legs crossed, leaning forward to listen to you.

“Ransone told me that there was a spy who was sending information out for nearly two years. Needed him gone and he wasn’t sure if his other agent would show up-” you mentioned to him- “I guess that’s you. Told me I had an opening at 8pm. When I got there, the CCTV was off. Found the window open so I just used that.”

You were replaying your memory, step by step to remember what exactly you had seen.

“Heard the movie playing, found no one when I went down the hall. I saw the car keys on the island, which came in handy later. Entered the room, pushed his head with the gun and he just slumped over like a damn rag doll. That’s when you made your grand entrance.”

“Got one chance to make an impression. Had to make sure I looked cool, emergin’ from the shadows and whatnot.”

“It doesn’t make sense though.”

“Ouch. Thought it was pretty legit, actu-”

“No, no-” you waved him off. “Not your entrance. The henchmen thing.”

He paused, mulling over what you said. “If he was working for Serpentine, he would have been more careful. Why did they show up after he’s dead?”

“I don’t think they work for Serpentine. If Pierce was giving them information, they wouldn’t kill him.” You had good reason to be confident about that. You thought you did, from previous assessments.

“Unless they were scared that he’d switch again,” Sam suggested. You looked up from your fidgeting fingers to him. “Didn’t want any of their secrets going back to Ransone. They got to him before we did.”

“Why’d they shoot at us then? If they killed him and left, why’d they wait for us to show up? Why did they try to kill us?”

“I think we’re ignoring the important thing here,” he paused. You looked at him expectantly, prodding him on. “How did they know we were coming? They should have killed him and disappeared but they expected us.”

You tilted your head. “Are you saying-”

“There might be more.”

“Pierce might not have been the only one,” you finished. “There are more spies.”

“Tipped ‘em off. Told them we were going to be there.”

“And killing us was just to poke Ransone with a stick,” you murmured, eyes downcast, fidgeting with your fingers again. “But that just seems random. It doesn’t make sense.”

“None of this makes sense, sweetheart.” Sam scoffed, leaning back again.

“We’re missing something. There’s something wrong.” You looked at him. “If it’s just a random attack, why did they release our face to the whole fuckin’ country? Why are they specifically targeting us?”

“Finishing what they started. Covering all their tracks from that day. If we’re not dead, we’re a liability.”

“What if it’s not Serpentine at all? What if it’s another gang?”

“Serpentine has the most motive.”

“We don’t know that.”

He looked at you incredulously. “I think there’s substantial evidence to suggest they fuckin’ hate us. Besides, they’d want me dead specifically.”

“Why?” you inquired, eyes narrowing.

He opened his mouth like he was going to explain but closed it a second later, leaving you guessing.

“Fine, but it doesn’t mean they’re the only ones who do.” You made a point to ask him later or at least conduct your own research into it.

“Okay,” he said, shifting to lean on his elbows, “who else could it be? If Pierce was working for Serpentine and Ransone found out, sends someone to kill him, it’s essentially an attack on one of their own members. I’d say that's a pretty good motive.”

“I don’t know. Hydra doesn’t like us either. There’s Ten Rings too. But Serpentine just doesn’t work out.”

“How are you sure?” he asked. “You a spy for them too?”

You rolled your eyes at him as he raised his eyebrow. “It doesn’t make sense. What if we’re missing something? Did we go through everything?”

“I just went through my entire story down to the most irrelevant details. Twice. Nothing’s missing on my end.” He pushed himself off the bed, taking a long stretch before looking back at you.

“I think we should do it again. Just to make sure.” You rotated your torso to look at him. “We can figure it out-”

“You’re going to lose your mind if you keep at this any longer for today. Take a break.”

“I can’t take this lightly. Everyone’s out there looking for us and there is no one we can trust-”

“And going through our stories for the third time today is going to solve that how?” He had his hands crossed over his chest like a stern parent.

“I’m sorry but our faces are probably plastered in every damn police precinct in the country,” you snapped, “And I think that us remembering something some stupid detail might actually help rather than, I don’t know, taking naps and eating sandwiches. So no, I’m not going to drop it. Because I actually want to get out of here.”

You didn’t mean to sound so angry with him. He had told you everything twice already and patiently answered questions that you had. You didn’t think he was lying. You had no way of knowing but you hoped that some sort of allegiance was being formed between you both.

There was silence for a minute, leaving enough time for the guilt to creep in when he didn’t fire back. It’s what you expected.

“I’m not asking you to drop it. I’m saying take a break,” he said calmly. “You’re thinkin’ enough for the both of us anyway.”

You let out a small exhale, forcing the edge to retreat from your voice.

“I’ll be back in a while.” With that he turned around and left the room. A few minutes later you heard the backdoor open and shut.

Great.

You massaged your throbbing temples, eyes closed. He was right. Your mind wasn’t clear and you had been at this for hours. You wouldn’t be able to think critically.

Or at all.

You dropped back on the bed, grabbing a pillow and pressing it to your face. The coolness of the fabric felt nice.

You just let out a sigh, turning to your side to hopefully get some sleep.

_____

You woke up what seemed like hours later to a dark room.

It took your eyes a while to adjust stepping out into the hallway illuminated by the light in the kitchen.

“Hey,” Sam’s voice rang out. “Made you a sandwich.”

You rubbed your eyes groggily, looking where he was pointing. Sure enough, there was a sandwich on the table. He sat at the seat adjacent to it.

“Thank you.” You contemplated sitting next to him for dinner. It would be a first.

In the end you just grabbed your plate, giving him a half smile before making your way to the couch. You settled on sitting on the floor instead, leaning your back against the foot of the sofa.

The TV was already halfway through playing Megamind so you just let it continue, mindlessly chewing on the bread. As far as peanut butter sandwiches go, it wasn’t all that bad.

“Wilson,” you called out sheepishly, eyes not leaving the movie. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. It wasn’t right.”

“It’s okay.”

How he let go of it so easily was beyond you. The sandwich was surprising too, but you took it, not wanting to change his mind. He couldn’t have poisoned it. You had checked his stuff.

You sat in silence for the rest of the movie. Your mind kept slipping in and out of thought but it was a comfortable atmosphere you found yourself in.

After the credits started rolling, you went to leave your plate in the sink. Sam brushed past you, grabbing the blanket at the foot of the couch, launching himself onto the cushions.

“What are you doing?” you asked, puzzled as he snuggled in.

“Going to sleep?” He tilted his head to look at you.

“Use the bed.”

“It’s your turn today.”

“Your back’s fucked up. I’ll take the couch.”

He didn’t budge.

“Go on.” You mentioned to the room with a shrug of your shoulder.

“You’re not going to let me argue, are you?”

You pressed your lips into a straight line to hide a smile, shaking your head lightly.

“Well, okay.” He let out a small noise as he got up. “Guess I’m sleeping business class tonight.”

Sam walked past you, careful not to bump into you. You swapped places with him, making your way to the couch, readjusting the blanket that was haphazardly left there.

“Y/N.” You peered at him from the corner of your eye, only to fully turn when you caught his gaze. “I appreciate it.”

You just nodded, tossing the blanket over yourself as he switched off the light.

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Is That a Bet?

Clint Barton/reader

Summary: the reader and Clint give each other a first lesson in their respective skills.

Warnings: Alcohol, mild swearing. Just a simple fluff piece because I love Clint and I think he needs more attention. There's really no plot lol

Disclaimer: I'm no expert in either of these skill sets so yeah just putting that out there

You picked up the knife by the handle and tossed it between your hands. You stared down at the target at the other end of the room about twenty-five yards away. Feeling fancy, you stepped forward spun once and launched the knife at the target. Bullseye.

"You know it's scary how good at that you've gotten."

Your gaze shifted to the open doorway where your favorite sandy haired agent leaned against the frame. "Better than Natasha?"

"Oo," he scrunched his face, "I don't wanna answer that question."

You couldn't tell if he was afraid of offending you or Nat, but you laughed anyway. "Wanna show me what you got?" You held a knife out and he walked over and took it.

"Yeah why not."

You watched as he fiddled with his stance for a moment. Then he brought his arm back and ripped it forward. You watched as the blade barely pierce the bottom left of the target and then fall to the ground. “Come on, you can throw harder than that, Clint.”

"Gimme another one."

You handed Barton another knife and took a step back to watch him. He didn't change anything and threw the knife again which had a similar outcome. "I guess the hawk is only good with arrows."

He shot you a look. "I'm rusty."

You rolled your eyes and dropped your hands to your sides. "Show me your stance again."

He stood facing the target with his right foot slightly forward and shrugged.

"You're throwing right-handed so move your left foot forward."

He switched his feet, but they were a little too wide.

You kicked the back of his right boot, "bring this one closer. Stand up straight. No, don’t tense up, just relax."

"You're kinda bossy."

"Just take the knife and try again," you smirked.

He took the blade from your hand and threw again. This time it hit more centered on the target, but it was still low.

"I think you're bending your wrist, try to keep it straight." You handed him another knife and guided his arm up. “You want to let go right about here but don’t cross over your body. It’s not like throwing a baseball.”

"Okay, okay," he shrugged a few times. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before throwing the last knife. This time it landed two rings away just to the right of the bullseye.

"Nice," you clapped twice.

Clint sighed, “knives aren’t really my thing."

He walked with you to retrieve your throwing knives. When he plucked the blade that you threw out of the bullseye spot he pointed it at you. "I bet you can't hit that with a bow and arrow."

"Is that a real bet, Barton? Also don’t point my knife at me." You plucked the blade from his hand and started walking back.

"Sure, it’s a bet." A smirked crept across his face as he caught up with you, but it quickly disappeared. "Wait, you've never shot a bow and arrow have you?"

"No,” you laughed, “but it can’t be that hard, right?"

He grinned now, "Oh this should be fun."

You waited for him to retrieve his bow and arrow from a locker on the far wall of the training room. In the meantime, you recalled all the times you’d watched him shoot target practice in this room. Of course, he hit the bullseye every time until there were too many arrows in the way for him to land another one and have it stick.

"Here you can use my bow. Just try pulling back and see if it's too tough."

"Too tough? Really Barton?" Your hand on your hip as you glared at him.

"Hey, it's about 60lbs of draw weight. Normally people have to work up to that."

You stood up straight and drew the bow back. It wasn't as easy as you thought but still managed to pull it back. "It'll do for a few shots." Your arms were flexed showing off the definition in your biceps and forearms that otherwise goes unnoticed. Clint definitely noticed them right now, giving them an approval nod.

"Good. Come over here." He motioned for you to stand across from him, so you did. "Alright here's an arrow, there's your target, take your shot."

“Alright,” You set the arrow in the bow and pulled back as you raised your arms to eye level. You took a deep breath and on the exhale you let go of the bow and the arrow struck the bottom of the target, not even inside the outer most ring. "Damn it."

You heard Clint chuckling and glared at him. "At least mine stuck on my first try."

"Fair enough. I also threw four times, so I'll give you three more shots. Just to be fair," he winked. He retrieved another arrow from his quiver and handed it to you.

This time you held your breath without even realizing it. You let the arrow fly and it hit the outer ring on the right side. At least you hit the target you thought to yourself. "Two more," he stood beside you offering another arrow.

"Aren't you going to offer me any tips?"

"Tips to help you hit the bullseye so then I lose the bet. Why would I do that?"

"I helped you!"

"Fine!" He tossed his head back like a child. "What are we betting anyway?"

You shrugged, "loser has to swipe a bottle of whiskey from Stark’s private stash." You raised an eyebrow waiting to see what he thought of that proposal.

"Alright, you're on."

"Don't think about sabotaging me either with bad advice."

He shook his head and laughed. "I would never. Okay show me your stance again."

You stood up straight with your left foot forward and drew the bow back.

Clint walked around in front of you then behind without saying a word. Suddenly he kicked your back foot, "wider and turn your foot outward just a little."

You did as he said, and he stopped beside you. He was maybe half a foot taller than you, so you were very aware of how close his face was to yours. When you felt a light touch on your triceps your skin reacted with those little goosebumps. You cleared your throat, pretending you didn’t notice.

The smirk on Clint's face told you he noticed but he didn't say anything. Although his hand did linger on your arm. "Don't let your elbow drop."

You placed the arrow in the bow and resumed the stance he just perfected for you. Again, you took a deep breath and held it before releasing the bow. "Shit," you cursed a little louder this time as you were closer to the bullseye, only a few rings out. "I still have one more shot, right?"

"Yes ma'am." Clint offered you another arrow and you took it. This time you were determined to hit the bullseye even if your arms were already getting sore from pulling on the bow.

You adjusted your footing before drawing the bow back and lifting your back elbow.

You were about ready to shoot when Clint stepped right up to you and placed his fingertips on your left forearm. "Don't rotate your arm out. Keep it straight."

"Okay," you nodded once. Clint didn’t move so you looked up at him waiting for more instruction.

"Also, I noticed you hold your breath." He lightly jabbed your abdomen with his thumb. "Exhale and then fire." He stepped back and you dropped your arms wanting to reset your form before taking your last shot.

You drew the bow back, keeping your back elbow up and your front arm straight. When your target was in sight you inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly through the mouth. As soon as you released all the air in your lungs you let go of the bow but kept your form. To your surprise you actually hit the bullseye. You turned your head towards Clint and dropped your arms. "I think I just won a bet."

He stood there with his arms crossed, staring down at the target. “I’ll be damned.”

You lightly punched his arm and handed him his bow back. "I like whiskey. See if Stark has anything from the UK."

Once inside you made a bee line for the kitchen to make something to eat while Clint had disappeared on you. If you were honest you didn't actually expect him to swipe a bottle of liquor out of Stark's office.

By the time you were done making the chicken stir fry and sat down to eat it a bottle of Knappogue Castle slid across the kitchen island your way. "This one was already opened so I figured he'd be less mad if he found out."

Your eyes widened at the top tier bottle of whiskey sitting two thirds full right in front of you. "Oh my God you actually did it."

Clint shrugged. "Bets a bet." He stood up from the bar stool he sat on and pushed himself away from the counter.

Before you even processed what you were about to say the words were already out of your mouth. "Are you going to make me drink this alone?"

He considered his next words you could tell. "You just want me around, so you have someone to put the blame on if he finds you."

“I do not!” You couldn’t tell if he was serious or not until his face broke into a smile. You rolled your eyes at him and grabbed two glasses from the cabinet underneath the island. Clint helped himself to the rest of your stir-fry before taking a seat on the barstool beside yours. You poured each of you a single shot and sat down.

He tapped his glass on yours before you each took a sip. "Mm, that is smooth."

"Mhm," you agreed.

Two hours had passed as you talked about this and that, and your empty plates still sat in front of you. You two had gotten into a discussion about what it’s like trying to date when you live lives such as your own. It started after Clint asked you about a date you went on a few weeks ago and you scoffed.

“He knew exactly who I was.”

“He did and he told you he didn’t?”

“Yeah. Here I was thinking I could finally meet someone and go on a regular first date but no. All he wanted to do was ask me questions about the Avengers. He asked about your bow by the way. He wanted to know how the different arrows worked. Also, I’m fairly sure he just wanted to know if I could get him Stark’s autograph. Guess working for the man who runs the Avengers has its downsides, huh?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Sorry it didn’t go well for you.”

“Eh,” you shrugged, “I’m not losing sleep over it. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you seeing anyone?” I regretted asking as soon as I did but part of me really wanted to know.

“Uhh, no. I really haven’t seen anyone for a little while now.”

“Oh? How come?”

“Ahh, just, I don’t know… no reason.”

It was a funny answer the way he seemed to struggle with it made me think there was a reason. He just didn’t want to tell me, his friend. Nevertheless, I dropped the topic and moved onto something easier.

You were each on your fourth glass of whiskey now because you drank the first two rather quickly and then you both killed your third one when you thought you heard Stark come home. When he didn't make an appearance, you poured another glass and nursed it this time.

"How do you shoot that bow and arrow every day and not have your arm fall off?" You sat there stretching your arm across your body.

He didn't waste the opportunity to put down his glass and flex his bicep for me. "You get used to it," he answered nonchalantly.

Clint was always making you laugh, maybe you laughed a little too hard this time, but you did start drinking before your dinner had a chance to absorb into your system.

"Are you laughing at my muscle, (y/n), I am hurt." He still laughed though.

"No, no!" You placed a hand on his relaxed bicep. "They're very nice."

"Yeah they are." He flexed once real fast while your hand was still on his arm. You shoved him but he barely moved. He laughed that kind of laugh that comes from deep in the throat. "I don't know about you, but now I have a sweet tooth."

"Mmm," you eyed the fridge, "Steve always has ice cream in the freezer."

Without hesitation he hopped off his bar stool and checked the freezer. "Just vanilla. Not much left."

"That'll do." You set the dirty plates in the sink and grabbed two clean spoons. No sense in dirtying up bowls for this amount of ice scream.

Clint finished off his whiskey and poured himself another glass. "More?"

You polished yours off and slid the glass his way before taking a huge bite of ice cream.

Clint watched you. "You're going to get a brain freeze and I'm going to laugh so you know what please continue," he waved you on.

You swallowed the ice cream and stuck your tongue out at him. He snatched the carton from your hand and took a spoonful.

"Hey Friday," you both heard Stark's voice down the hall approaching fast. Quickly you grabbed the bottle of whiskey by the neck and held it below the countertop between the two of you. Clint hid his glass behind the ice cream carton, and you hid yours with your other hand. Stark barely glanced up as he passed through, thankfully his iPad was more interesting.

You set the bottle back on the counter and took the ice cream back, spooning another large bite into your mouth. The two of you passed the ice cream back and forth and continued to chat about your respective skills with you claiming you could outshine him one day. He responded by painting the tip of your nose with vanilla bean ice cream.

"Really?" You wiped it off with your thumb and index finger then licked them clean.

“Maybe I’m just a better teacher than you are.”

You opened your mouth to protest that theory when someone else walked into the common area.

"Hey guys," Steve was headed for the kitchen so you quickly slid the ice cream carton down the island, and it landed in the trash at the other end. Clint shot you a look and whispered, “it’s empty.”

"Hey Steve," you greeted him while Clint gave a lazy attempt at a peace sign over his shoulder.

"Man, someone finished off my ice cream."

"Oh no, you should probably put it on the list."

Steve did just that and settled for an apple before bidding you both goodnight.

“I do feel bad,” you expressed once Steve was out of ear shot. “I’ll buy him more tomorrow.”

It was quiet again and you both heard the door to Stark's office open down the hall.

"We should probably relocate unless you wanna offer him a drink?"

"Nope. Go, go!" You ushered him out of the kitchen and through the common area. You figured sitting out here would be just as risky as standing in the kitchen, so you lead him out onto the balcony. The blinds were shut so Stark wouldn't even see you if he walked by.

You leaned on each other, giggling like a couple of teenagers, as you walked to the edge of the balcony and rested your arms on the stone wall. It was a chilly night but the several shots of whiskey in your systems were keeping you warm.

"We forgot the glasses.”

"Eh," he took a sip from the bottle and passed it to you. You took a drink and held onto it.

"I’m glad Stark built the compound out here away from the city."

"Yeah," he agreed, "being able to see the stars is nice." Clint stood with his back to the stone wall and looked at the sky behind you.

The stars were slowly revealing themselves across the night sky when you noticed Clint was staring at you.

He looked like he was going to smile but shook it off and grabbed the bottle from your hands. He took a long swig and savored the taste of the whiskey in his mouth for a second.

Suddenly you realized you were watching him for longer than most would consider normal and quickly shifted your gaze to the lawn out in front of you. Not quick enough though.

"Something wrong?" He had a little half smile forming on his lips when you looked back at him.

You finally met his eyes with your own and shook your head. "Nope.”

"Well, you won the bet so you should get the last drink." He offered you the bottle and you took it.

Once the whiskey was gone you set the empty bottle on the patio table behind you.

"That was a really nice shot you took earlier. Are you sure you didn’t hustle me?" He nudged my side and I flinched because I'm very ticklish.

"I swear that was the first time," you laughed. “I did have a good teacher."

“Maybe I just had a really good student.”

You faced him fully now, leaning on your side. The cool night breeze felt refreshing against your face, but it probably did little to calm the rosiness in your cheeks that you suspected was there. You noticed Clint looking at you, like he wanted to say something.

“What’s on your mind?” You nudged his foot with yours.

"Nothing," he brushed it off but there was a hint of a smile on his face that had you curious. He tried to hide it by facing forward again.

You face forward as well, your arms brushing up against each other. Clint snuck a few glances at you; it was obvious something was on his mind, but he seemed nervous almost. You looked over at him admiring how good he looked in this lighting. You thought he looked good in any lighting though. His dark grey t-shirt fit him so well; it was a good color on him. Your eyes traveled back up to his face, lingering on his lips for just a moment. You actually wanted nothing more than to kiss him, but you convinced yourself not to take that risk. Until…

The way Clint was looking at you had you thinking maybe he wanted to kiss you too. You found yourself leaning in closer as he did the same. He reached his hand across and cupped the side of your face. Just as your lips were inches apart the door to the balcony slid open. The two of you quickly pulled away but not quick enough.

“Alright, which one of you took my, oh,” Stark lost his train of thought when he saw us. “Huh, that’s new.”

Clint cleared his throat about to speak but you cut him off. “That would be me.”

It was then Stark noticed the empty bottle on the table and his eyes widened. “You drank all of it?”

“It was already open,” you shrugged, trying not to laugh but Clint was already snickering by your side.

“Okay, you’re both drunk. I’m going inside now. One of you better replace it, that was good whiskey!”

The door slid shut behind him while he mumbled something about not hiring anymore spies and you burst into laughter. “Well, we almost got away with it.”

“He must have seen the glasses we left on the island; I don’t think you finished yours.”

“Ah, damn.”

Silence fell between the two of you. If you had to guess you would say he was thinking about what almost happened before Stark interrupted because that’s what you were thinking about. The silence stretched on for a few minutes with nothing but crickets sounding off down below you. You were looking up at the night sky watching a plane make its way across when Clint spoke up suddenly.

“(Y/n)?”

Your head snapped in his direction.

“Listen, I,” he started to speak but couldn’t find the words you guessed.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say it. I mean, it’s probably just the alcohol you know…” you brushed it off like it meant nothing but in reality it hurt to say those things because what you really wanted to say was kiss me now. To avoid further awkwardness, you pushed yourself away from the wall and turned towards the door.

“No, wait, please.” He reached back gently grabbing hold of your hand. You stood there looking up at him waiting for him to say something more. “It’s not the alcohol, (y/n).” He drew you in closer until you were just inches away from him.

You gave him a questioning look and he laughed. His breath coated in whiskey.

“Okay the alcohol might have given me the courage, but I promise you that sober me wants to kiss you just as bad if not more.” He paused for a moment, still holding your hand in his own down by your sides. “I mean, if you would like that…” his voice trailed off as he looked down at you, eyes searching your face for some kind of response.

You brought both your hands up on either side of his face, your thumbs brushing along his stubble before bringing your lips up to meet his. The kiss was sweet and easy, like you did this every day. His hands settled on your waist, holding you as close to him as possible. You moved so that your arms were draped around his neck. It wasn’t how you expected this day to end but you were definitely happy with how it played out.

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Flower Fruit Family

@ninja-knox-ur-sox-off i know you’ll probably be asleep when i post this, but Happy Birthday!!! here’s your birthday fanfic!

Word Count: 1.6k

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MK and Wukong had been training for about 2 hours, the monkey trying to teach the kid some more fighting moves. It was taking a while, but Wukong found the kid to be an incredibly fast learner. It was quite impressive actually, and for some reason made him feel rather proud.

He watched as MK landed a move near perfectly.

"That was great kid!" Wukong said, "You've improved a lot!"

"Really?" MK asked.

"Really really." Wukong replied, "You're great at this!"

MK smiled.

"Thanks, dad." He said, and Wukong's train of thought came shuddering to a halt.

"What did you just call me?" He asked. MK looked confused for a moment, before the reality of what he just said seemed to hit him, and a panicked look took over his face.

"Um, I mean, uh, well, bye!" He stuttered out, before turning and using the staff to vault off the mountain.

"Kid, wait!" Wukong yelled after him, but it was too late, MK was already gone.

And the Monkey King had a lot to think about.

---

The next day, after a lot of contemplating (in which he realized that, oh, he did kinda think of MK as a son-), and after making sure that MK had left to run a delivery and that the restaurant was empty, Wukong practically kicked down the door to Pigsy's Noodles.

"Pigsy!" He yelled as he walked in, immediately catching the attention of both Pigsy and Tang. "The kid called me dad! What do I do????"

Pigsy sighed, subtly pulling some money out of his pocket and placing it in Tang's awaiting hand, before saying;

"Welcome to the club."

"Wait, what do you mean 'welcome to the club'? Has the kid called you guys dad too?" Wukong asked, choosing to ignore the exchanging of money. He had no idea what bet Tang had just won, and quite honestly he didn't really want to find out. Not being a normal kind of person, he ignored the seats at the counter he could've sat in, instead leaping over it to stand beside Pigsy.

"Yep." Pigsy said, purposefully ignoring the monkey's decision to vault over the counter. "MK...didn't exactly have the best set of folks. Kinda saw me and Tang and just latched on to the first positive parental figure he could find."

"So...did you two.... adopt him?" Wukong asked, suddenly feeling a bit saddened by the idea that MK couldn't officially be his kid.

"Of course we did, we weren't going to let those two fools hold any legal sway over him any longer." Pigsy said. Wukong's tail drooped just a little bit.

"What about legal guardians though? Didn't he have any?"

"No actually, but Sandy became one of his legal guardians a while back-" Tang said, but was interrupted by the fairly over excited monkey.

"Can I be one of his legal guardians too?" He asked, leaping on any chance to be somewhat considered the kid's parent, tail swishing in excitement.

"Wukong, I'm pretty sure you have to be a legal citizen in order to do that." Pigsy said.

"I do have a lawyer y'know." Wukong said.

"Since when did you-, nevermind, doesn't matter." Pigsy said, seeming like he really wanted to ask the story behind how Wukong got a lawyer of all things, but knowing that he was probably better off not knowing. "I guess you could be added as another guardian, but it's really up to MK in the end. It's his decision to make."

"Okay, but how will we find out what his decision is?" Wukong asked. Pigsy went to answer-

The bell above the door rang. Pigsy wasted no time, quickly shoving Wukong down so that he was under the counter and couldn't be seen, just in time for MK to walk through the door.

"Pigsy, I'm back!" He said, "Any more orders to go out?"

"Just one, then you'll be done for the day, MK." Pigsy said, and MK nodded, grabbing the take out bag and turning to head back out to the delivery bike. But right before he was about to leave through the door, he paused, turning back and looking at Pigsy and Tang critically.

"Is...something wrong?" He asked. Unseen by MK, beneath the counter, Wukong's tail started swishing nervously. He quickly grabbed it to keep it still and prevent it from knocking things over.

"No, I don't think anything's wrong. Why?" Pigsy asked, busying his hands by chopping a tomato. Tang flipped a page of his book.

"I don't know.... Something just. Doesn't feel right." MK said, sounding uncertain. Crap. They needed something to distract him, quick.

"Everything seems normal to me." Tang said, "Tell you what MK, when you get back from your delivery, I'll tell you another story about the Monkey King that nobody else has ever heard."

Almost immediately all the worry melted off of MK's face.

"Really! Awesome!" He said, excited now. "Okay, I'll be right back then!"

He turned and left the noodle shop, Pigsy and Tang waiting until they saw the delivery bike leave to sigh in relief. Wukong popped out from under the counter, doing a flip to crouch on top of it instead of under, giving Tang a mild glare.

"Oh, so you're the reason the kid knows about the Incident." He said. Tang avoided his gaze.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I have done nothing but tell him about your 'Grand Adventures'. I cannot imagine what 'Incident' you're referring to." He said, casually adjusting his glasses. Wukong's fur bristled.

"Oh yeah? Then tell me why a few days ago, while I was trying to teach him a focus lesson, the kid casually happened to bring up that time I.....misplaced my staff?" He asked.

"You mean you lost your staff." Tang corrected, purposefully ignoring how Wukong's glare grew sharper. "And then spent 2 hours turning over practically everything in the general area looking for it, until it eventually dawned on you that you'd left it in the tree you'd slept in?"

Wukong's tail swished angrily, and a surprisingly kinda evil smile made it's way onto his face.

"Y'know, I never did get my revenge on you three for not telling me you knew where it was...." He threatened, and Pigsy, recognizing the look on his face for what it was, stepped in, not willing to have to suffer through the monkey's pranks right now.

"Okay, you two have gotten far off topic." He said, drawing their attention back to him. "Wukong, if you want to be one of MK's legal guardians, you really just have to ask him about it."

"But how do I do that?!" Wukong groaned, flopping down so that he was laying on the counter. "You two both know that I'm not exactly all that good at this kinda thing."

"We're not the best at it either." Tang said, "But, I suppose the best advice I can give you would be to approach the subject delicately?"

"I don't think that 'delicate' is a word in my vocabulary." Wukong said, "But.... I guess I can try."

"Okay, now that that's settled." Pigsy said, "Wukong, get your monkey butt off of my counter."

Wukong let out a light laugh as he obeyed, hopping down off the counter and walking out the door, waving goodbye to the two of them as he did. Once outside, he summoned his cloud and flew back to Flower Fruit Mountain.

....Approach the subject delicately huh?

Sure. He could do that.

---

And so, Wukong decided to bring it up in the middle of a spar.

"I'm totally okay with you seeing me as a parental figure y'know." He said. MK, who had been mid-swing, stumbled, missing Wukong entirely as he barely kept himself from tripping. Standing up straight, he stared at Wukong in nothing less than shock.

"You, I-, what?" He asked, "No. Hold on. Full stop. What?"

"You called me dad the other day." Wukong said, and MK gave an anxious laugh, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous gesture he'd picked up from Wukong.

"Yeah I, I was kinda hoping you forgot about that." He said, twirling the staff and shrinking it a bit so that he could stim with it easier.

"Ha! I'm not exactly the type of person who forgets things." Wukong said, causing MK to give him a deadpan stare.

"What about that time when-"

"Nope, no, we're not talking about that." Wukong interrupted, "Whatever embarrassing story of my past Tang told you about, we are not talking about it."

MK closed his mouth, but there was an amused look in his eyes, and oh, Wukong somehow just knew that this would come back to bite him later. But he had more important things to talk about.

"Listen," He said, "I had a chat with Tang and Pigsy-"

"So that's why they were acting so weird."

"-and they said that I could be one of you legal guardians, but I'd have to ask you first." Wukong said, ignoring MK's little interruption. "So. Are you-, are you okay with it?"

"Yes! Uh, I mean, of course I'm okay with it, having the legendary Monkey King as a guardian would be awesome!" MK said, before suddenly looking a little nervous. "But. Are you okay with it though? I mean, I'm, well, me, and-"

"Kid, I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't okay with it." Wukong said, mentally noting to himself that he really would have to give MK a self confidence lesson at some point. "Pigsy, Tang, and my lawyer have already got things ready to be arranged. All that we needed was your approval. So-"

"Yes!" MK practically yelled, excited, quickly pulling Wukong into a quick hug before pulling away to jump a bit to get rid of some of the excited energy flowing through him. "Oh this is so cool, the Monkey King is going to be one of my legal guardians, oh I've gotta tell Mei-"

Watching as the kid, no, his kid, rambled on and on, excitedly, Wukong could do nothing but laugh in happiness.

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writethelifeyouwant · 3 years

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Pretty Boy

Pairing: Sam Winchester (SPN) x Spencer Reid (CM)

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2.2k

Tags: implied one night stand, college bar, questionable decision making, flashbacks, Stanford!Sam, virgin!Spencer, making out, grinding, back alley blow jobs

Created for: @spnkinkbingo - TedTalk!Sam | @there-must-be-a-lock 3,500 followers / 30th birthday celebration - Sam x Spencer

Summary: When Spencer comes across a viral TedTalk, he's stunned to see he recognises the speaker.

When he gets into the bullpen that morning Spencer goes through his usual routine. His messenger bag and scarf are dropped onto the desk, jacket slung over the back of his chair, and mug filled with coffee that – thankfully – smells fresh. He holds the warm ceramic tight between his hands, letting his fingers re-acclimate themselves to blood circulation after his walk in from the bus station, while his computer flickers to life and his inbox loads.

After years of resisting the advent of modern technology, Garcia had gotten fed up with him and set up his work email address with a few things to tempt him into reading his emails. Every day he comes in to cute pictures of baby animals - courtesy of the chain between Garcia, JJ and Emily - as well as newsletters from medical journals, physics journals, and psychological studies. Spencer opens today’s email from the TED conference series and sips his coffee while he waits for the embedded videos to load. Last week there had been a really interesting keynote on educational psychology, and he hopes there is something equally as stimulating today.

The headline under the video isn’t particularly enthralling, Top Federal Lawyer Shares How To Win - In the courtroom and in life, but Spencer nearly spits out his coffee when the video thumbnail loads and he recognises the speaker.

Sam Winchester. So he’d gotten into law school then. More than that, he was now one of the top Federal Attorneys in the country, according to the bio in the email. God, he’s young to have that job, he’s only two years younger than Spencer. Even Hotch hadn’t made it that far up the legal ladder by 35. He remembers Sam as intelligent, charismatic, intuitive – all skills that would have gotten him far if he shook the right hands along the way, but still – Spencer is quietly impressed.

“Hey, Pretty Boy!” Spencer hears Morgan’s voice distantly but he’s caught up in memories now.

“Pretty Boy!”

Spencer looks up from his drink and turns towards the sound of his nickname, about to tell Morgan to stop calling him that for the millionth time when he hears another voice shout back.

“Dude, can you just stop? I told you not to call me that!”

Spencer and Morgan both look puzzedly at the stranger who’d just told Morgan off. He has bright hazel eyes, and soft looking, light brown hair and – yeah, Spencer can see why someone might call this guy ‘Pretty Boy’.

“Oh, sorry,” Pretty Boy blushes and shakes his fringe in front of his eyes. “I thought you were Brady. I keep telling the idiot to stop calling me that.”

“I keep telling this one the same thing,” Spencer jerks his thumb over his shoulder at Morgan, shocked for a moment that he’d actually spoken. He wasn’t very good at speaking with strangers in bars.

Morgan claps his hand over his chest in mock hurt, expression teasing. “C’mon man, you know I’m only messin’ with you,” Morgan laughs and ruffles Spencer’s hair. “He is pretty though, in’t he?” he whispers conspiratorially at the other Pretty Boy and Spencer shoves Morgan off him.

“You’re lucky I don’t have my gun on me,” he threatens and Morgan holds up his hands in surrender.

“What like you could hit me?” And before Spencer has the chance to retort, Morgan’s dashed off, back to the table where Gideon is sipping a beer and reading through an open case file.

“So, you usually bring a gun on nights out?” Spencer takes a moment to realise the stranger is talking to him again.

“Oh I, uh,” Spencer stutters under the his open, curious gaze. “It’s not, um, I’m an FBI agent,” his voice shoots up at the end making it sound more like a question than a statement. “So it’s not, you know, illegal for me to–”

“Hey, it’s fine,” the stranger laughs and scootches one bar stool closer to Spencer. “I know who you are, actually,” he admits, ducking behind his hair again. “I was in the careers talk earlier.”

“Oh,” Spencer relaxes a little now he doesn’t have to explain himself but then tenses up again remembering how awkward he’d been during the presentation, and not really wanting to relive that experience if this guy was about to make fun of him for it.

“I uh, I’m Sam,” Pretty Boy – Sam – sticks his hand out, and Spencer shakes it, a little perplexed as to why this guy is still talking to him. “I’m uh, guessing I should call you Dr. Reid rather than Pretty Boy, huh?” Sam tries to break the tension with a joke and Spencer realises he’s still holding Sam’s hand, the skin soft and warm under his, and he’s staring pretty intensely at the guy.

“Um, Spencer,” he manages to choke out as he snatches back his hand and tucks his hair behind his ear.

“It’s nice to meet you Spencer,” Sam smiles, genuinely, but with some kind of intensity behind it that Spencer can’t place.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Sam,” Spencer tries the name out on his tongue and decides he likes it.

“I really liked the presentation earlier,” Sam says, taking a sip from the beer bottle he has in front of him.

“Are you thinking about joining the FBI?” Spencer asks, circling his fingers around his own glass to give them something to do, to keep them from creeping back along the bar towards where Sam’s are now resting.

“I don’t know,” Sam shrugs, turning on his stool to face Spencer a little more head on, and giving him a small smile. “I’m pre-law right now, but I thought it would be cool to hear about, I guess.”

“Law is nice,” Spencer nods. “We get a lot of people transferring in from law backgrounds.”

“Did you like the Academy?” Spencer grimaces at Sam’s question before he can help himself. “Oh, maybe not then,” Sam laughs.

“No,” Spencer rushes to explain himself. “I just, when I was there I was still really young, and y’know, people pushed me around a little. I mean, look at me,” Spencer gestures up and down his scrawny body.

“I am looking,” Sam breathes, eyes following Spencer’s hand and dragging across his form. Spencer freezes. Did Sam just… flirt with him? He has no idea what to do with that. He decides to carry on with his previous train of thought instead.

“With a guy like you... you wouldn’t have that problem,” Spencer finishes, feeling himself blush a bit in embarrassment at the lame conclusion. He was not doing a great job at selling the Academy.

“Whaddya mean? A guy like me?” Sam pushes with a knowing grin, that same intensity in his gaze, eyes still roaming over Spencer.

“Well, you, y’know,” Spencer waves his hand in Sam’s direction, hoping that will get his point across, but Sam just sits there smirking at him, waiting. “You’re all tall and, a-and,” his eyes catch on Sam’s shoulders, which are broad, and nicely displayed beneath a t-shirt that’s stretched just a little over the muscles there, “s-strong looking, I guess?” Spencer cringes. God he sounds like an idiot. “I bet you could throw around someone like me, easy,” he shrugs. Sam is still smirking at him, and Spencer takes another drink, trying to cool down the burning in his cheeks.

“You wanna find out?” Sam takes a casual sip of his beer, eyeing Spencer the whole time.

“Find out what?” Spencer’s brows draw together, not following. Sam grins and hops off his barstool, closing in on Spencer’s personal space. Most people might look threatening, doing something like that, but Sam just looks… happy. Carefree, almost – and excited.

“Just how easily I could throw you around,” Sam is still speaking pretty loudly to be heard above the noise of the bar, but he’s pressed himself close up against Spencer’s side and leaned in like he’s whispering in his ear. The feeling of Sam’s breath on his neck is enough to make Spencer shiver, and coupled with the words themselves, Spencer thinks he might just fall off his chair.

Sam pulls back to look Spencer in the eye, and Spencer finally understands what that darkness behind Sam’s irises is – desire, attraction, hunger. Sam’s eyes flick down to where Spencer is licking his lips, a bad nervous habit of his. That desire clouds Sam’s expression even more and he starts to lean down, eyes still fixed on Spencer’s mouth, and a split second before it’s too late, Spencer reaches out and places his hands on Sam’s chest, stopping him short.

“Sorry, I just...” Spencer glances nervously back at Gideon and Morgan who are, thankfully, engrossed in conversation and not paying him any attention. He looks back at Sam and sees the understanding flit across his face.

“Follow me,” Sam checks around them and then reaches up and grabs Spencer’s hand. Spencer makes a small noise of shocked protest but Sam ignores it, leading them around the bar and out a door in the far corner.

They emerge into an ally, dark and shaded from the street lights, and Sam immediately pushes Spencer’s back against the door they just came out of. Spencer stares at him nervously, but doesn’t pull away. This is nothing he’s ever done before. This is what Morgan does, picking people up in bars and slinking off somewhere private to do god knows what. This isn’t Spencer. But Sam’s still looking at him with those bright, beautiful, hungry eyes and Spencer feels something stir in the pit of his stomach that he hasn’t felt for a long time. And as nervous as it makes him, he lets himself admit that he wants this too.

Sam moves closer in, pressing his front against Spencer’s, and he feels solid. Yeah, this guy might be pretty but he could absolutely throw Spencer around if he wanted to. He feels himself shudder against Sam and the fronts of their hips skate against each other, sending a jolt of want to the pit of Spencer’s stomach.

“Hey,” Sam’s voice is low and soft, and it brings Spencer’s attention back to Sam’s face, which is only inches away now. “Is this okay?” Spencer nods, pleadingly, and Sam smiles. Sam’s hand comes up to his face and Spencer leans into it. His eyes slip closed as he relishes the warmth, this is more human contact than he’s had in months. And he doesn’t see it coming because his eyes are shut but then Sam’s lips are on his and wow – they feel amazing.

Spencer’s kissed people before but he’s never been kissed like this. Like he’s being devoured. Like he’s everything Sam could possibly want. And Sam is certainly everything Spencer could want. He pushes his hands up into Sam’s hair and pulls him in tighter. Sam moans against him and wedges their thighs together and Spencer swears that when he tugs on Sam’s hair again he can actually feel the twitch in Sam’s pants in response.

Sam is getting harder by the second and Spencer can feel Sam coaxing the same reaction out of his body. He juts his hips forward experimentally and the answering groan from Sam matches his own. Fuck, that feels good. And Sam feels big. Jesus Christ, Spencer doesn’t know how it’s possible for a guy to feel that big through that many layers of clothing and he can’t stop himself imagining how big he would be if he wasn’t trapped behind those jeans.

Sam grinds their hips together again and ducks his head to nip at Spencer’s neck, sucking a spot into the skin that’s visible above his collar.

“Oh my god,” Spencer whines, and he feels Sam grin against his throat, lips twitching in a smile.

“That feel good?” Sam murmurs against his skin, and when he ruts their cocks against each other again Spencer thinks he might die.

“God, yes,” Spencer pulls Sam’s lips back to his and kisses him hard and messy. Sam’s hands drag down Spencer’s chest and rub over his cock and Spencer’s breath actually chokes off in his throat.

“How far do you want this to go?” Sam asks against his lips, not wanting to break the kiss.

“I– I want…” Spencer knows what he wants but he’s scared to ask for it. He’s never done this before. The making out with a stranger in a dark ally part, or the more than ‘kissing and accidentally coming in your pants’ part. He doesn’t want to do that. What he wants is to drop to his knees and get Sam’s cock in his mouth. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to say it, so he goes for the next best thing.

Spencer drops to his knees with a thud, and looks up at Sam – panting, waiting.

“Fuck yes,” Sam moans and tears into his jeans, fists his cock out of his boxers and – yeah, he’s big. Shit, Spencer gulps, genuinely salivating at the thought of getting that between his lips. “This what you want?” Sam strokes himself in front of Spencer’s face and he can only nod, fascinated, not taking his eyes off the shiny red tip that is just begging to be sucked. “Alright Pretty Boy, let’s see what you got.”

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