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sashi-ya · 7 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 26: SHOWER SEX Sōsuke Aizen x F! Arrancar! Reader

Requested by @muzansfangs ➡ Hi! Since you are literally one of my favorite authors, I would like to submit a request for the kinktober event! I would love to read Aizen + shower sex. I trust in your abilities blindly. Add whateve kinks you like! I don’t remember if I had to specify the gender of the reader. In that case, I would like f!reader. Thank you for your hard work and for blessing us with your works! tw: mdni. bathtub sex. praising. vag. arrancar! reader wc: 1.2k masterlist

The sound of dripping water echoing all around the biggest bathhouse you have ever seen. His head thrown back, his chocolate hair too. Arms strong but also lean helps his naked body to float as he grabs from the sides of the tub.

You take some time to admire his beautiful physique. Abs barely visible from over the water level, protruding collarbones, prominent Adam’s apple and the sharpest mandible framing his relaxing façade.

“What, (Name)?” he asks, surprising you with the tray and a cup of tea on your hands.

“I’m sorry, Aizen-sama. I… brought your tea, where should I leave it?” you ask, stuttering. How could you forget how much of a powerful being he is? Of course he could sense your presence… you’ve been created by himself.

Sosuke opens his eyes and after sighing, he turns his head to you. Him, in that sterile environment with everything so white as everything in Las Noches, stands out in such delightful imagery.

“Bring it to me” he commands, with a soft smile on his lips but eyes full of impure intentions.

You nod, and fast enough bring the tea closer to him. You are aware of his nudity, but still try to act as if he was fully clothed… even if your eyes couldn’t get away from the running drops coming from his wet hair to his chest.

Your lips barely part, letting soft sighs of warm breath scape in between them. You slowly kneel on the ground to serve him the tea, you shouldn’t be above your Lord.

Your pupils dilate as he lifts his back just a little, allowing some more of his belly to emerge from the water. Aizen Sosuke is the definition of temptation, of lust, of need…

“Heh… You like what you see?” he asks, breaking the enchantment all of a sudden. “Excuse me, Sir. I didn’t mean to look, I…” you quickly excuse yourself, although your cheeks get on fire and your breathing accelerated.

The ting of the porcelain cup on your hand echoes as much as the water drops… the more you tremble to keep it steady as you pretend to serve him, the more it resonates. And Aizen is delighted, because if there is something that pleases him is when people consider him a god. He enjoys intimidating you as everybody else.

“You seem to be having trouble to serve me a cup of tea today, (Name)… leave the teapot aside for me, please” he orders, always politely but still perversely.

You leave everything on the floor, bowing before him. “I’m sorry, Aizen-sama. I am so unworthy of serving you!” you repeat, hitting your forehead on the wet floor of his bathroom.

He takes his hand to his chin, observing your pathetic intent for mercy, and stops your whining.

“(Name), you might have trouble serving me tea… but I know you are good with other tasks, aren’t you? Come here, help me bathe” he commands, offering your hands the privilege of touching his godly -not so pure- flesh.

You blink, as he stands up. His whole anatomy surfaces, showing you his attributes with absolutely no shame. Aizen extents his hand for you to grab it, as the very depiction of a godly creature inviting you to heaven.

You swallow. A trembling hand of yours touches his, and with his help you stand up from the floor.

“Very well… now, use this to rub my chest” he indicates, giving you a piece of white cloth imbued in water and a soapy substance.

You take it in between your hands; the cloth is warm and so is the water and your core. Your quivering hand approaches his right pec with delicacy, almost as if you were about to touch something fragile.

Aizen smiles lovingly, looking at you in the same way a master looks at his dog. You are, to him, inferior. And still, cute, so very beautiful.

Slowly tracing circles on his flesh, you let a fine mantle of foam. Your eyes, fixed in the pores of his skin, are battling against your own need not to look any further… down, down where his sin start.

However, and besides not watching, pulled by the transgressive force of desire, you lost the battle against morality… you let your cheek to be pressed right in the middle of his chest.

He gasps, would it be a lie to say he wasn’t surprised. Aizen plans it all, but still… there are some types of physical contact that are simply unforeseen. A man whose life has always revolved around being lonely, breaking limits with no mercy for a higher mean, can still get amazed at a sudden show of love.

Sosuke takes some time to think; never has he ever stuttered… but this time he did; and the final decision meant for him to turn off his mind and let desire to take over. This time, as he learnt the Hogyoku was supposed to do, he just let his heart manifest its true desires…

A heavy hand falls on the crown of your head. Though hefty, it’s also delicate and caring. Aizen presses your face against his chest, you can hear the heart inside pumping harder and faster.

“You love me that much, (Name)?” “I love you more than much, my Lord… with all my soul” “Your soul? Mh… I see”

He sighs, not annoyed but pleased. And his hands pass around your waist, pulling you inside the tub swiftly.

You get your white and black uniform all wet, things he doesn’t mind and also enjoys. The transparency of it, showing hard nipples through. The soaking skirt, attaching to your skin, showing your sex.

“Come here” he murmurs, kissing you with a class that cannot be found in another man. It’s also perverse and deadly, and you are all about losing your life for it.

Slowly, softly… both sliding down. Hips straddled on his lap, the water playing with the hem of your skirt, making it float and dance with the way you hump on his hardness.

Sosuke presses you down with his hands on the small of your back; your hands, hang loosely on his shoulder blades. His lips attacking your neck, and the breasts he freed as he tore your uniform.

And the more his kisses go down, the more your back arches with him holding you with playful fingers along your spine. Your hair rains on your back, your cheeks tinted in black drops as your make up has started to smear.

“You know you are here because I created you? And you are here because I wanted to, right? He whispers, kissing in between your breasts, down your sternum.

“Yes, Aizen-sama. I am beyond grateful because you chose me, my Lord. I am completely devoted to you” you murmur, feeling his sex search for your entrance.

“Would you be a good girl and let me fuck you?” he asks, -in reality he doesn’t need to-

You alone lift your hips to help him accede faster to your insides, you are desperate… “Yes, my Lord… please, fuck me”

Aizen smirks, tracing circles with his index on your lower belly around your hollow. And with his free hand, he guides his shaft into you.

Who knows, maybe you were just one more of his Arrancar… Or maybe you were created from a piece of his own very soul, because when he penetrated you, it felt like two forces were finally rejoined…

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th3casscad3 · 2 months

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A First For Everything

Lute X Virgin! Male Reader (Smut)

Every Since Your Arrival In Heaven You've Been Chased After By The Other Charming Woman. Adam, Being The Dumbass First Man Becomes Jealous Of The Attention Your Getting. So, When He Finds Out Your A Virgin He Wastes No Time Spilling The Tea. Later That Night You Hear A Knocking On The Door, To Your Surprise Its Lute. I Suppose There's A First For Everything.. Warnings: Smut, Slight Bullying, Readers First Time, Playing With Wings, Kissing, Cursing, Not Fully Naked, And Blow Job. Part 1 - Part 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You Had Been In Heaven For Quite Some Time And Its Fair To Say The Ladies Had Quite An Eye For You. You Didn't Mind The Flirting And Conversations As Much, But You Wouldn't Let It Go Any Further Than That. Not Because You Didn't Want To, But Because You Were A Virgin. You Just Hadn't Found A Reason To Have Intimacy On Earth And There Shouldn't Have Been A Problem With That. Sure, You Had Desires And The Need To Make Love. But, It Just Didn't Happen. Today Was Just About A Day Like Any Other, You Were Walking Around Heaven, Giving A Wave To All The Females Whom You Past And Chatting It Up With The Guys. The Next Extermination Wouldn't Be Coming Up For About Another Month So The Angel Count Was Higher Right Now. That Also Meant Adam Was Back. Great, That Man Had No Problem Fucking Every Single Woman Here In Heaven If He Felt Like It. And Boy, Felt Like It He Did. It Always Set You Off. You Could Understand Why Lilith And Eve Left Him, He's A Total Womanizer. You Sighed When You Heard His Voice Nearby. The Woman Around You Took Notice Too. Mere Moments Later Adam Was Face To Face With You, Slurping A Near Empty Soda. " Wassup, Man. " He Said With A Chuckle, Pointing Finger Guns At You. The Nerve Of This Guy, For Real. " Hey, Adam. What Can I Do Ya For? " You Spoke With A Slight Irritated Tone, He Was So Loud. Every Time He Came Around You It Feels Like Going To The Stoe With A Crying Toddler. " Nothing Much, Man. I Just Keep Noticing You Stealing All My Bitches, And That Is So Not Cool. " He Finished Slurping The Rest Of His Drink And Threw It At You. He Then Adjusted His Wings. You Noticed Lute A Few Seconds After, Standing In Her Military Pose. She Didn't Really Speak Unless It Was Backing Adam Up. But You Had Liked That She Wasn't One Of Those Ladies That Clung Onto Him. You Grunted When The Cup Landed At Your Face And Sighed. You Picked The Cup Up And Threw It Away " Adam, First Man, I Am Not Trying To Take Anyone Of These Respectable Ladies Away From You. Chill, Dude. " " Whatever Fucker. You Know That I'm The Original Dick! All Your Dicks Descend From Me, I'm Fucking Adam! Don't Go Thinking You're All High And Mighty Cause You Got Fair Looks. " He Shouted With A Scoff, Pointing His Hand To His Member. " Yeah! He's The Original Dick, Go Fuck Your Own Ass! " Lute Said Pointing To You Before Standing Back Into Position. " Lute, Fuck. Chill. Bitch. " Adam Scoffed. He Then Proceed To Laugh At You Before Leaving With A Few Females In His Arms. Lute Following Behind Him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You Weren't Aware At Forst Until You Noticed The Snickering Coming From The Extermination Females. You Raised An Eyebrow And Shook It Off, But The Worrisome Knot In Your Stomach Didn't Go Away. The Men Had Been Laughing At You Every Time You Passed Them. Finally Thats When You Overheard What Was Being Talked About. " How Does This Man Pull Anybody, He's A Virgin " One Guy Laughed. The Other Male's Followed Behind With More Whispers And Snickering. Embarrassed And Highly Annoyed You Made Your Way Back To Your House. You Knew Exactly Who Had Managed To Pull This Stunt And To Say You Were Enraged Wouldn't Even Begin To Describe How You Were Feeling. This Was Suppose To Be Heaven, Yet The Way Everybody Was Suddenly Treating You Because You're A Virgin.. Really Makes You Feel Like You're In Hell. You Hadn't Came Back Out Of Your Quarters At All That Day, Figuring You'd Need Time To Let The Talk Of The Town Die Down. You Hadn't Confirmed It To Be True So Hopefully Nobody Will Continue To Worry About It. You Sighed Sitting On Your Couch. Just When You Thought You Were Going To Have A Regular Day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Evening Turned To Night Quicker Than You Realized. You Were Disrupted From Your Tv Show By A Knocking At The Door. You Stood Up And Flew Down, Opening The Door To Be Greeted By Lute. Your Expression Is One Of Utter Confusion As She Makes Her Way Inside And Sits On Your Couch. You Takle A Second To Process Her Arrival Before Groaning And Closing The Door Behind You. You Make Your Way In Front Of Her. " Why Are You Here, Lute? " You Said With Slight Irritation. You Knew Adam Was The Cause For The Rumor And Lute Was Always At His Feet. " I Hear You're A Virgin..? I'm Here To Change That. " She Speaks As She Crosses Her Legs. Her Arms Crossed Against Her Chest. She Wasn't Kidding. " You Aren't Going To Laugh At Me, Or Beat Me Up About This. What's In It For You, To Go Run To Adam As Proof That I Am A Virgin " You Scoffed, You Could See She Was Serious But You Needed More Proof " Adam Doesn't Know I'm Here. I'm Just Wanting To Help You Out, Okay. We've Had Our Fights So Its Not Like I'm A Stranger. I'll Be Gentle. " Lute Looked You In The Eyes And Spoke In A Stern Reassuring Tone. You Wont Lie, The Idea Of Having Intimacy With Lute Was Everyman's Dream. You've Even Thought Of It. So After A Moment Of Thinking You Nodded Your Head Yes. Lute Smiled And You Two Made Your Way To The Bedroom. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Before You Could Truly Process What Was Happening, You Were Seated On The Bed And Lute Was In Between Your Thighs. She Was Gently Caressing Your Member, The Feeling Of It Hardening Sent A Shiver Down Your Spine. This Was Really Happening, You Felt Your Hard Member Press Against Your Pants. " Let Me Know When It Becomes To Much, Okay. Just Relax " Lute Spoke As She Took Your Pants And Boxers off, Exposing Your Hardened Member, You Had Pre-Cum Already Leaking Down. Lute Gently Started To Rub Your Member. Her Soft Hands Rubbing You And Down. You Closed Your Eyes, Enjoying The Sensation Being Given To You. Your Virgin Dick Twitched. She Brought Your Head To Her Mouth And Slowly Started To Tease Your Tip. You Grunted And Threw Your Head Back. Buckling Your Hips. Lute Smiled And Took You In, Swirling Her Tongue Around Your Cock As She Bobbed Her Head Up And Down. You Let Out A Couple Soft Moans, Just Enjoying The Feeling. Lute Was Gentle And Wanted To Make Sure You Felt Everything She Was Doing. She Jerked You Off Until You Felt A Knot In Your Stomach. You Had Never Experienced This Before But Your Cock Twitched And Felt The Need To Thrust Your Hips Into Her Mouth. Gripping Her Hair As You Shoved Yourself Inside Of Her, It Didn't Take Long For The Knot To Snap As You Came In Lutes Mouth. You Moaned Out As Lute Cleaned You Up. " You Did Well. Same Time Tomorrow? You Still Have A Lot To Learn "

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iforimaginary · 9 months

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Hello there!

☆ I go by Imaginary on most social media platforms- so I guess that’s what you’re stuck calling me… ☆

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Basics:

• I’m something roughly dude adjacent and use he/they pronouns. I wouldn’t be too opposed to any neo-pronouns you may choose to use.

• I was born in Russia however I have a hefty mix of Russian, Ukrainian and Mongolian blood. Essentially it all boils down to me being white + asian.

• I’ve moved since and am now based in the UK. However, I do tend to travel a-lot so there is no telling where on the globe I might be at any given moment.

• I fluently speak Russian, English and French (though I am terribly out of practice and might be rusty). I know a good bit of Latin and am currently learning Japanese!

DNI:

• I’ve been active online for the better part of my tween and teenage years so I am well aware that not everyone will be everybody’s cup of tea. If the type of content I put out doesn’t particularly resonate with you, please be reasonable and simply scroll by :)

• I am part of the LGBTQ+ community and it goes without saying that anyone residing with homophobic or transphobic views will not be tolerated on this blog.

• The same sentiment is also applied to any kind of anti-asian or anti-black dispositions.

Content:

• I like to keep myself busy so I engage in everything from writing fan-fiction to drawing fan-art and even cosplaying!

• As far as writing goes; I will mainly post drabbles and short one-shots on this blog. Any of my longer works that may be advertised here will be posted on my Ao3 profile (can be found in ‘Links’).

• As far as art goes; Anything from rough sketches to fully rendered pieces will be posted on this blog. Feel free to repost or repurpose my art but please be sure to give credit to this specific blog regardless of the social media you choose to repost or repurpose it on!

• As far as cosplay goes; I will not be posting any of my cosplays on here as Tumblr tends to associate cosplaying with NSFW content and SW (which there is absolutely nothing wrong with, I simply don’t engage with producing such content). However, if you wish to see my work it’s predominantly posted on my TikTok page (can be found in ‘Links’).

Fandoms:

• Getting some self promotion out of the way: If you’re feeling so inclined, consider joining a new fandom… check out my concept for a WIP Will Wood Jukebox Musical titled Welcome To Suburbia

• Where do I even start… I’ve been a massive part of fandom culture since I was in my early tweens and there is absolutely no way of encompassing every single fandom I have ever been in, but I can surely try:

Film & TV:

Sherlock BBC; Hannibal NBC; The Umbrella Academy; IT; Marvel; DC; Harry Potter; Fight Club; Back To The Future; American Horror Story; Dr Who; Good Omens; The Sandman.

Anime & Animation:

Gravity Falls; Inside Job; South Park; TAWoG; Adventure Time; MLP; Sailor Moon; WINX Club; Monster High; Kakegurui; Moriarty The Patriot; Neon-Genesis Evangelion; Black Butler.

Games:

FNaF; Cup Head; Cult Of The Lamb; Sally Face; DDLC; Animal Crossing; Splatoon; Legend Of Zelda; Mario Brothers; Project Sekai (Colourful Stage); The Last Of Us; Detroit Become Human.

Books & Literature:

Frankenstein; Jekyll & Hyde; Dracula; Steven King’s Collection; Neil Gaiman’s Collection; Лето В Пионерском Галстуке (Summer In A Scout’s Tie).

Links:

• Role Play Blog

• Ao3

• Pinterest

• Spotify

• TikTok

• Instagram

Afterword…

Any and all engagement with this blog is appreciated. I love receiving comments and questions- anything that let’s me meaningfully interact with other users is always welcome.

☆ Stay safe and have a great day!! ☆

#get to know me #introduction #introductory post #intro post #my dni #my content #my fandoms #my links #lgbtqia #lgbtqia creator #multilingual #multilingual creator #any and all engagement is very much loved and appreciated #Spotify

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asinaphale · 10 months

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terrible pun name? check

easily flustered muse & mun? double check

lil nsft sideblog for zira bc I prefer to keep these things separate from my main blog bc I am kinda nervous about writing them, and I am fully aware it's not everybody's cup of tea.

brief spicy rules found here

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ally22042000 · 3 years

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BTS Reaction: Them forgetting / not coming to an important event - Aftermath

Commenting and rebloging is appreciated.

BTS x Reader

Fluff, Angst

Wordcount: 2K

Previous Part

Special Thanks: to the individuals who commented one the previous part. I hadn’t even considered writing a second part. Thank you for giving me inspiration.

A/N: I think I was a bit dramatic at certain part, but oh well. Here your go, I hope you’ll like it.

Kim Seokjin

“I’m sorry, honey. I promise to make a greater effort for this to work.”

And he did. It took you some days to forgive him, but you had noticed the change immediately. In the beginning you didn’t let yourself dream, thought it was only a temporary change because he felt guilty. But when he prioritises you even months later, telling the company no, when they wanted to plan a “Run BTS” shoot on your birthday, you realised that he truly chose to change his behaviour – for you and your future.

And now, as he was driving the packed car, you in the passenger seat, sleeping heavily, he couldn’t be happier to have made the right decision.

Your wedding ring reflecting the afternoon sun. He stopped at a red light and turn to take you in fully. Hand slowly lifting to land on your pregnant belly. Another four month and the both of you would be proud parents.

“The both of you are worth every effort a man could make. I’ll make sure my girls will never forget that.”

Min Yoongi

6 pm on the dot he stood in front of your booth, flowers in one hand, a beautifully wrapped gift in the other.

“Hey”, he awkwardly said.

You stopped your tiping to turn your chair in his direction, not bothering to stand up or replay to the greeting. A heavy sigh left his lips as he realised you hadn’t forgiven him yet.

“I- ahm, I brought you flowers and this” he held the present in your direction “this is the gift for our anniversary, I brought it month ago.” Slowly you turned back to your screen while announcing that you still had work to do.

“Oh, okay, that’s no problem. I’ll just wait right here until you’re done and then we can go for dinner.” You didn’t give any sign of acknowledgement and just started tipping. After a few minutes he rolled over a chair from one of your co-workers who had already left and soon after he pulled out his phone.

You wanted him to wait, to suffer, he knew that. Just like you had waited after preparing dinner for the both of you. But he would brave the silence and wait until you were ready to start the process of healing what he broke. Because if Min Yoongi was one thing, then it was patient. You were both aware that he would not leave until it was with you.

That’s why you were surprise when he got up suddenly and called for the elevator. It was just past 7 pm, no way would he give up that fast.

You decided not to go investigate and return to your document which could easily have waited until the following morning.

You didn’t look up when the doors opened a new, and you heard him walk back to your booth. What made you lift your head though, was the delicious smell, that suddenly floated in the air.

Two white bags were placed on your desk, on the side the name of your favourite Take Away.

“If you won’t let me take you to dinner then I’ll bring dinner to you.” He grumbled, while emptying the bags.

Not being done with that little dance of yours, your resume your typing, waiting until he would go off. You didn’t have to wait long though.

His hand grabbed the arms of your chair and spun you in his direction, caging you in your seat.

“Eat Y/N. You don’t have to talk to me, forgive me, hell even look at me. But you will eat.”

His eyes held a fire that you hadn’t seen in a while. Slowly you reached for the first dish and started eating. Meanwhile Yoongi had fallen back into his with a satisfied not.

You continue to ignore him for the rest of the evening. This dispute wasn’t over, and you were still hurt, you were both aware of that. But when you finally slipped into bed with him you made sure to pull him close, a heavy sigh slipping past both of you lips.

You fought and pickeered, but you would never give up on him. Never give up on your love.

Jung Hoseok

You heard him mount the steps before you saw the letter enter through the opening in your front door.

Two months, that’s how long you hadn’t spoken to him. Using the time and distance to find yourself again and reorganise your thoughts and feelings. Analyse the situation and trying to find the solution that fit you best.

And each week he dropped of one letter. He never ringed, respecting your boundaries.

The content was random thoughts he had had throughout the week about you - your smell that had left his bed sheets – your song that had play while he was on his way to work and made him stop in a parking lot to cry his heart out – the way he missed holding you – kissing you – making love to you – hearing you laugh.

In the two-month gone you were able to fix yourself again, gluing the pieces back together that you needed to protect yourself and to make the tough decision that was best for you.

And while you were able to do all of that, the loneliness never left. The loneliness only he could cure.

You had a lot of things you would need to work on, and he had to prove himself a lot before you would trust him with your love again, but your heart never left his clutches. Jung Hoseok was your man, your soulmate, your future.

And so, for the first time in two month you opened the door. He was in the middle of turning back around when he heard the movement. Your eyes connected. Shock written all over his face.

“Do you want to come inside for a cup of peppermint tea?” On simple question and the sun came out. His entire face was lit up with happiness. He nodded eagerly not able to form any words.

And with the closing of the door, a new chapter in your story begun. Let’s hope this time it would have a happy ending.

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon’s entire body felt like it was made out of stones when he entered his bedroom. He was beyond tired and everything hurt. He flipped on the light and almost let out a scream when he saw you sitting on the edge of the bed, exactly where he had left you.

“Y/N?” his voice nothing but a whisper.

Slowly you lifted your head to look at him. Your eyes red from crying. A white stick between your fingers.

“What is that?”, what a question? Of course, he knew what that was. Was he ready to hear it, though?

“I’m pregnant.” Your voice sounded horse and tired. Your entire posture screamed exhausted. No at all how he imagines he would ever hear those news, but well it was kind of his own fault.

“Okay.” Was all Namjoon said, knowing both of you weren’t in the right state of mind to have the required conversation right now. He helped you clean up and tucked you in. Quickly jumping into the shower, himself before he crawled beneath the sheets next to you, one arm thrown over your middle.

Sleep came fast for the both of you, your bodies allowing you the rest. Tomorrow you could deal with all of this. With the emotions. With the questions: does this change anything? Will this be enough for him to change his priorities? Or will the same factors win again as they always did.

Park Jimin

It was shortly past four in the morning when you returned. Silently you walked through your apartment and slid though your bedroom door. After cleaning up and changing you slid beneath the sheet ready for sleep. That is when you realised that the man next to you was awake. Eyes trained on your celling, not moving a single muscle.

“Jimin?” his name was nothing but a mere whisper as it glid past your lips. You thought he would be deep asleep by now.

“Do you still love me?” You barely heard the question, not sure if you were supposed to.

“What?” An incredulous look took residence on your face, confused about the sentence.

His head turned in your direction, eyes filled with tears, pain written all over his face.

“I am so sorry, Y/N. I swear I didn’t mean to forget. I am so stupid. Please forgive me, please. Please.“ The silent tear turned into pained sobbed as he buried his face in the pillow.

Stunned into silence you watched as the man you love fell apart in front of you. Slowly you scooted toward him, fingers gliding into his hair as you buried your face in his shoulder. Softly massaging his scalp, you tried to calm him down.

“Jimin, of course I still love you. Nothing could ever change that. You are my Jiminie, okay? Please stop crying.” He didn’t, for a long time, but he reached out and held your hand through it.

And while you were laying there, comforting him, and waiting for him to calm down, your realised that this was not something you could do with Jimin. His love was too passionate and his insecurities too big for him to take this kind of behaviour. He needed words of affirmation during though times, not abandonment.

You would be sure to remember that because you never wanted to see him in this kind of pain again.

Kim Taehyung

This time he was prepared. He had the gift, invited your friend and family, planed the entire day weeks ahead and made sure everything was perfect.

This was going to be your day. You were going to feel like the queen you are, and he would read every wish form your eyes. Royalty would be jealous for the way you would be treated, and everybody would long to be in your shoes. That was what he had planned.

What he didn’t plan for was the black attire and the crying. What he didn’t plan for was the preaching and the current venue. What he didn’t plan for was the car crash you had a week ago. What he didn’t plan for was for you to be found dead on impact.

So here he was, watching as your cascade was lowered into the ground. On your birthday. It sounded like a sick joke.

Life gave Taehyung so many chances, but sadly he couldn’t redeem himself to the person that is most important to him – was most important to him.

Jeon Jungkook

Your heard him as he walked through the door. The blanket above you felt heavy just like the silence that filled your little apartment.

The screeching of your bedroom door notified you of his entrance. The rustling of clothes as he disrobed, and his soft breathing was the only thing that you could catch.

Your body stiffened when you felt him slip under the covers behind you. His naked chest pressed into your back as he slung his arm around your middle. A faint kiss was left behind your ear as he mumbled the words, he declared every night: I’m home.

Two years later but nothing had changed. At the same time so much had. Tonight you didn’t sit, waiting in a restaurant by yourself for hours, praying he would show up. You didn’t endanger your life on the way home or cry yourself to sleep.

No, tonight you laid in the arms of your boyfriend while your mind was with your lover who had entertained your loneliness for the past three months.

You had been correct in your assumption that nothing would change and after a lot of fights and tears but without the strength to actually leave Jungkook, you had fallen in love with another man. Obtaining through him the love and touch you missed from your absent boyfriend.

Namjoon and you weren’t proud of what you were doing, far from it. But you kept gravitating towards each other.

One who seeks love, one who gives it and one who is blinded by misplaced priorities: a recipe for disasters and broken hearts.

#bts #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts angst #bts reactions

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crimsonfluidessence · 3 years

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Prompt 25: Silver Lining

Just another day, like any other. Esredes was on his walk to work, and in a particular mood. His mind was wandering once more as he passed the Vault, to fantasies that faded far beyond reality. Imagine if the Warrior hadn't interfered until Nidhogg reared his ugly head. Imagine if Ysayle had killed the Archbishop, before he could take on his own transformation, and the two of them had dealt with Nidhogg. Esredes hadn't trusted Ishgard's people enough, perhaps even less than Ysayle herself. He was fully mentally prepared for having to subjugate Ishgard to get it to listen to them. But perhaps, as things had turned out, not nearly as many would have needed subjugation. Perhaps he wouldn't need to help manage a fragile, in chaos city-state that had been taken over, especially when so many of his own had nothing even close to management skills, perhaps a proper parley would've been possible. And yet, Esredes pulled himself back to reality and reminded himself, that was never quite the case. Peace had been agreed to, and that was it. Himself and all of his were only here on Ishgard's terms or else, and the rest simply had to be dealt with. Still he went through his days in anticipation of being fired for shining progressives who repeated his ideologies on Ishgard's side, or of his house burning down when he got home. Ah, what would life have been like if he wasn't a failure who couldn't match up to idiotic children with goddess powers? It was a question he asked himself here and there, swirling around with all the others, and in his head, timelines began to split off, mirrors into other worlds for him to glance into. In one, he saw himself back with his family in Thanalan. He lived under a new identity and kept quiet and to himself, always afraid of the Ishgardian government finding him out. He worked a simple job that had him feeling nothing, and though he hoped to earn his parents' forgiveness through it, things didn't really change. Esredes looked away from the mirror and towards the approaching door to his office, and opened it and went inside. He greeted the receptionist as always, then greeted Heilyn and Ferrant, quipped with Heilyn about the fact he would never brush his damn hair properly and it looked like ass or something stupid like that. Work went steady today- Esredes cozied himself up with a cup of white tea and busied himself writing some in depth notes on Dragon Blood observations to use as a reference. With how many people he had encountered here and there who would do any amount of dubious things to obtain such information, the casual scrawl on the paper gave no indication of awareness of this. Just another day, just another paper amongst many, cloaked in the tranquility of absurdity. Another mirror opened in Esredes' head as he worked. In this one, Esredes had gone through with one of his fleeting ideas and fled to the Far East when Ishgard rejoined the Alliance, and oh my, was he lost. Completely out of his depth, he had to fight off multiple people trying to mug him in Kugane until someone watched his latest skirmish and approached him. "You're good with a sword," the man said as Esredes shrunk back and kept his hand wrapped around its handle. "How would you like an opportunity to put it to the test?" And so Esredes watched himself hesitantly agree after sixty and a half questions to work for a Kugane lord as a bodyguard. It was a place to stay and decent pay, to stand around and observe everyone like a hawk. He got to know some people around the home and the streets of Kugane who looked upon him with respect, yet caught himself glancing over the sea even on a good day and remembering everything he left completely behind. Esredes got up to refill his tea, and the mirror closed. Soon after, Heilyn called him over to the office across the hall, and surprised him with a sweater- knit entirely by him in that periwinkle blue reminiscent of Shiva. So that he had more than one sweater, Heilyn said. Esredes smiled and thanked the man back, giving him a soft hug of gratitude. Ferrant was also his usual cheerful self today, asking after if Esredes was feeling all right and letting him know he appreciated him. All very routine, yet he never tired of it. At lunch hour, he had an appointment of the strangest sort, so he retrieved his coat and exited the building and made his way down to the Firmament. Esredes was in a little bit of hot water recently, having chased down a double agent to his people and getting in trouble after he was arrested for the act of vigilantism- as if that was the worst thing he had done while back in the city. And yet the head Inquisitor on the chase wrote to him and invited him out to lunch with his friend who also got involved with the chase. To know them both as a person, she claimed. He was completely lost as to the motivation, but Esredes could tell she was an Inquisitor who had an actual soul, a normal person's thought process. So he accepted and went on a picnic. She served arancini, an imitation recipe from the Far East. Elouan took most of the conversation as Esredes anticipated, and he didn't have to do much work as he listened to her and her bodyguard talk about how much they want to visit the Far East, and Elouan filled them in on his own travels. What a nice and unexpected little bubble in the veil of absurdity. Another mirror manifested during the picnic, and Esredes saw himself with his knees curled up, sitting on the ground in a pathetically tiny cell, and from the expression on his face alone, clearly having lost his mind. He flinched and ignored the mirror after his initial glance, focusing his attention on Elouan's babbling exclusively. When everything wrapped up and he returned for the second half of work, Esredes made a few discreet calls in his office to the network about arrangements for later. A little outing with an actually human Inquisitor was nice, but the man knew what he was, and there was always work to do. He took a break in the middle to move over to the Blue Room for an appointment. Clover's ward Teagan had begun seeing him in the past couple months, a woman rescued from life in a fighting ring in Ul'dah who was still perpetually trying to learn and adjust to life beyond. They always had good discussions, even after he put her to looking into the water. This time, to teach her about Ishgardian culture, he had ended up going into his own story up until everything fell. "How did you do it? Turn it around, I mean? It must have been hard, pulling yourself out of that... how did you manage?" She asked him after that. Esredes had to pause a moment to think about his answer. "I had to take it a day at a time. The other members of the camp were not unsupportive. They were concerned, they wish they knew what to say or do, but I was completely unreachable. So, for one thing, I'm someone who doesn't believe in meeting your death unless you have to. It's more productive to die so someone else lives than to simply off yourself. So every day, it was get from start to finish. There was a routine. Do your tasks, break for meals, read in your tent, avoid talking to anyone any longer than you had to. Keep doing this, and eventually you would either die, or something would happen that you were waiting for. Just, something to happen. It was all I really had besides keeping in mind my family- what if I missed something happening? Eventually, I realized these people were that, people. Who cared. Who did not want to kill me for being a knight as I thought. And I decided that, while I could've fled to Thanalan and tried to live as a normal person, I wanted to stay and make a difference, even a small one. Help people in my situation to be saved and survive, not perish to Ishgard, even if there was no chance of making a bigger difference by that point. And when Ysayle entered the picture, that changed everything, and the rest is history." "I think I can understand that... I, for one, am glad the sun continued to rise for you...that you were able to find reasons to keep going, ways to help people." She gave a small smile. "I bet you've made plenty of differences with all the folks you've helped along your journey. Cause it's not just the big ones that matter, yeah?""Well, had I not been concerned about the small child who was alone in the woods, we wouldn't be here, so yes. And that's what I enjoy about doing this on the side nowadays- the pleasure of seeing it affect individual people in real time. The way I ended up discussing it with another client, is you have to figure out the way to get out of the room. You're in a room, and you can get out and see what's beyond it, but you're just not ready to yet, you find yourself unable. Once you can manage to get out of the room and see what's beyond it, everything becomes a little easier." Teagan tilted her head at this. "A... room? So... you finding the drive to help others helped you open your 'room'?" "It helped me get out of it, yes. I realized I still had something to do and people cared. People really helped a lot, even though I was pushing them away. Just knowing they wanted me to feel better and believed in me as a person.... after everything else fell through, it was all I had." She nodded and smiled a little. "I'm glad you were able to find the door, and that you had people there to help you find the knob." She paused for a brief moment. "... Thank you for sharing your story with me, Esredes. It's been really eye-opening." And so the session concluded, and soon Esredes was back out into the world. First half of the day was over, and then it was time for the second. There was not a formal meeting happening with his people tonight, but instead a get together of sorts at Vette's more recently acquired mansion she had made into a space for all of them to convene safely. Esredes went to and from everybody, making sure everyone was doing well, holding conversations and watching everyone enjoy themselves with a faint smile on his face. He stepped into the bathroom at one point to do his business, and washed his hands after. He was confused why there was a second bathroom mirror for a moment until it began to show him another reality. Esredes stepped back from the sink and put a hand against the wall to his left, the other going over his heart. Reflected back at him in the mirror was a collection of all the people he knew and loved close together, with himself standing further away on the platform and forced to stare at them. A mass public execution. Esredes rushed out of the bathroom and slammed the door shut, pressing his entire body against the door and breathing in and out, in and out. It's not real. It's not real. "Esredes?" Came a gentle voice, as Vette approached the man. She had most definitely felt the spike in distress from the aetherial bond they shared. She asked about how he was doing and put a soft hand to his cheek. "I'm all right, really." Esredes said. "I just had... an unexpected wave of fear come over me." Vette was always in tune with how he felt. She helped him calm down the rest of the way, and then lead him back to the gathering. The anxiety soon faded, and replaced by it, a warm feeling heated the blood inside him. For the rest of the evening, Esredes continued to engage with his family, waves of laughter and elation surging and falling in with the tide. He only hoped that the droplets of gratitude leaking from his fingertips and voice washed over everyone attending like a cool rain on a summer's day, for as he closed his eyes and let each droplet of noise from their voices and words hit him, everything stood right into place where it belonged.

--- @thecalmnessandthestorms / @heartofthefury Heilyn, Ferrant, Sartorius (unnamed mention) @eternal-finis Lieuvanne (unnamed mention) @shieldbcund Elouan @punches-and-cream-puffs Teagan @syerraffxiv Vette

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Dark Fox (5/7)

Yoooooo I love this chapter, I think it’s my favourite so far.

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Pairing: Jason Todd x League!Reader

Word Count: 5836

Warnings: same as previous

Your eyes were closed but you could feel Jason growing restless.

It was already the middle of the day and you had not gone out once to train. He kept shifting his position, crossing and uncrossing his legs, and opening one eye to see if yours were still shut. He would also occasionally let long sighs of impatience, like a child stuck inside on a sunny summer afternoon.

It wasn’t that far from the truth, actually.

“Alright” He spoke up, slapping something on his skin. probably a fly. “This is pointless”

You slowly opened your eyes and stared at him. He was sweaty and swatting away bugs around him, and an all too familiar frustration was growing in his eyes. Although you didn’t do this exercise to spite him off especially, you had to admit you did enjoy to rile him up that way.

“I know that face” He grumbled, and you raised an eyebrow. “You’re enjoying this too much. Is there even a purpose to this?”

“Yes”

“Then what is it?” He yelled, throwing his hands in the air. “We’ve been sitting here in silence for more than two hours!”

“Should I make it two hours more?”

“You are evil”

“I’m making you do this because” You began after an over exaggerated eye roll. “This kind of meditation, when done well, allows you to take control of everything in you. When you feel conflicted, angry or need to find strength, you can tap into that power. But you need to find it first”

“Yawn” He pretended to sleep. “When I made the joke about making tea, I had no idea you’d take it literally”

“Don’t act so smug, you could use it” You replied. “And the tea technique as well”

He gasped.

“Now get back in position, palms up resting on your knees” You instructed, and he only crossed his arms against his chest in defiance. “Jason”

“I’m not doing it anymore” He shook his head like a toddler. “It’s as hot as the devil’s asshole and your little bowl of water is turning this hut in a sauna. And how the fuck are you not dying?”

He gestured wildly at your short sleeve base layer and tactical pants, which you thought was already a wild improvement from what you usually did. In fact, winter or summer, you had always worn your full League suit no matter how uncomfortable it could get. You had learned to ignore it a long time ago.

“Because I’ve been dead since 2004” You deadpanned.

It took him some time to react. “Sorry did you just make a joke?”

“No. I’m always serious” You didn’t concede, but you did suppress a smile. “Now focus”

“C’mon” He groaned. “For once let’s do something fun! I’ve earned it, don’t you think?”

You held his stare that had become wide and almost… Pleading? In a puppy-that-wants-treats kind of way. And thinking of it, he did work all for almost a year without really choosing what to do. You guessed you could make an exception for this once.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked tentatively.

“Let’s go swimming” He grinned, and it sparked an idea in your head.

“Swimming you say?”

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“What do you think they’re doing?”

“I don’t know” Dick muttered, glancing at Tim with a bewildered expression. “But I’ve never seen Jay sitting so still for so long before”

“Do you think they can hear us?” Tim asked, eyes still on jason and you. “Pssst, Jason”

“Hey Jason!” Dick called, louder this time. Still no reaction.

“Jaybird!”

“Earth to Todd?”

“What are you idiots doing now?”

Both men turned around at Damian calling them out.

“Jason and Foxy are sitting face to face on the floor like statues” Tim replied, crossing his arms against his chest. “It’s kind of freaking us out. There are herbs burning or whatever”

“If you call her that to her face she’ll kill you” Damian pointed out, pushing off the wall he was leaning on.

“I know, she already pushed me out of a window” He sighed as Damian walked past him to look into the room. He noticed the positions, the shallow bowl of water and the sage burning next to it. It clicked in his head it was something his mother had taught him years ago, still the never ending sitting session in silence were hardly forgettable. You? He wasn’t surprised to see you do it from what he had gathered about you so far. Jason, however, he was surprised he would even considering let alone last so long. He was impressed.

“They’re meditating, you morons” He rolled his eyes. “League stuff. Lets you in into your own soul so deep you can tune out the exterior world”

“Sounds freaky” Dick hummed.

“I’m going to test that theory” Tim smirked, taking a few steps in the room.

“And if you do that it’s Jason that’s gonna kill you” Damian shouted as he walked away.

“Can’t be worse that being thrown out of a window”

“I swear one of them is actually going to kill you sooner than later” Dick sighed as he followed his brother nevertheless. He figured Tim would stand better chance at living with backup.

Tim tiptoed to Jason, taking good care to stay far away from you and your range. He had no idea if you had a blade hidden somewhere--you probably did--and exactly how fast you would hurl it at him. He needed to give himself a margin of manoeuver. He extended his finger and slowly, so slowly got closer to Jason.

“Don’t. You. Dare”

He froze mid air, eyes widening. Jason’s eyes were still closed, but apparently he was aware enough to know he was close. He shared a glance with Dick, not willing to run away just yet even though Jason had quite literally blindly deducted his intention. He moved a bit closer again, and just before his finger came in contact with Jason’s ear, he snapped his eyes open and glared so hard at Tim it made him and Dick scatter out of the room. He help his glare a little longer on the room’s threshold before sighing.

“I kinda miss the quiet of the hut”

You slowly opened your eyes to meet his stare. You would have given him a smile if your mind wasn’t so far away of your head.

“Found anything?”

You shook your head at his question, looking away from the concern that was growing on his face. You had tuned into your mind to find how in the hell and back you didn’t just let the arrow fly and ended it for Luthor. You had hesitated, something you didn’t even know was possible for you. Moreover, you had deviated from the only personal goal you ever had, for what? For the lives of people that didn’t matter to you. It was a good thing you didn’t work for the League on that one, because you wouldn’t have made it out alive.

It was also a miracle Tim hadn’t ratted you going outside of the plan to go after Luthor. You had fully expected a fight when you met with the rest of the group, but he had kept his mouth shut after what went down. It worried you, because the only reason you could think for him doing that was for leverage, and well, you certainly didn’t like the idea of any of these people here having leverage on you. And with the warning Jason gave you about his detective skills, none of this settled right within you.

“You’ll get another chance”

It was like he was reading your mind. It wasn’t like he didn’t know you better than anyone, and it was not like you were well guarded right now. You were too distracted to hold up your defenses. Still, you were angry at yourself.

“I let him go” You mumbled through gritted teeth. “I’ve never…”

“I know” He breathed out. “Are you okay?”

“Yes” You snapped. You didn’t need his pity. “I just need to remind myself of who I am”

He held your stare for a second, betraying no emotion. “And who is that?”

You gulped, hesitating despite your better judgement. “I am Thaelib fi alzalam, child of the darkness and servant of the demon”

His jaw clenched ever so slightly, but he didn’t say anything more.

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“Am I the only one who noticed Jay’s been… Different ever since he brought back the ninja here?”

Dick looked up from his paperwork and grinned at Tim. “Right? He’s around all the time now”

“Do you think they’re together?” He asked in between two glances at the files in front of him. They were still on the Luthor case, and he had his own side quest to figure out. “She would seem like his type. Cold, snarky, slightly to very murderous, you know”

Dick laughed. “I mean something definitely happened between them, especially since they allegedly spent all this time together. But actually together? Meh”

“Don’t you have anything better to do that gossip about me?”

Both men’s eyes snapped up at the voice that joined the conversation. Jason was standing in the doorframe of the cave, arms crossed against his chest and a scowl on his face. A steaming cup of coffee was rested on his bicep, but he didn’t seem bothered by the heat of the ceramic container.

“Absolutely not” Dick sniggered, making Jason scoff. “So, you two together?”

Jason’s eyes went from his older brother to Tim, whose head was cocked on the side. He was watching intensely for a reaction, and it made Jason shift on his feet. He did not like when Tim went all detective on him, especially since he had no idea of the reason why he would do it. It was creepy and invasive, and even him wasn’t immune to Tim’s hyper perceptiveness. Jason cleared his throat.

“You think I’m going to answer this?” He challenged Dick, doing his best to ignore Tim’s weird as fuck behaviour.

“Oh come on Jaybird, do a girl a favor and spill the beans!” He pleaded. “We barely know anything of what went down with you two”

“And I intend it to stay that way” He replied, walking to Dick’s rolling chair. “Now move. Alfred sent me to replace you. You’ve been here for hours and he wants you to take a break”

“Aw, okay” He complied as he stood up. “Can’t say no to Alfred”

“What about me?” Tim finally spoke with a small pout. Jason rolled his eyes and walked to his desk, putting down the steaming mug of coffee in front of him. Everybody knew it was pointless to try and pry Tim away from his work, so Alfred had instead sent him down with about seven shots of espresso in a mug. That was enough to change his expression from betrayed to content.

Jason waited for Dick to leave and propped down in the seat, keeping watch on Tim from the corner of his eye. His fingers skimmed over the paperwork left behind, but he wasn't very interested in it. He only agreed to replace Dick because like his older brother, saying no to Pennyworth was not an option, not a moral one anyway.

“So” Tim began nonchalantly, pretending to be interested in whatever was in his face at the moment. Jason braced himself for more invasive questions he would not answer. “How did you not kill each other in the first week of training?”

Jason blinked in surprise at the question. He did not expect something so… Impersonal? He seemingly referred to his and your character, which he must have witnessed while being paired with you the previous night. However, he still remained on his guard, because Tim was being weird. Well, weirder than usual that is.

“I guess… We tried?” He said carefully, frowning. “Didn’t work”

“Interesting” He nodded, taking a sip from his coffee. “I’ve noticed her fondness for violence, which makes sense why you would get along”

“Okay just say what you want to say” He sighed, making a vague hand gesture.

“No it’s just--” He paused and took a breath. “Something weird happened the other day, after she pushed me out of the window”

Jason raised an eyebrow.

“She landed after me and then she just took off” He said with a shrug. “Naturally I went after her because nobody walks out on me. And imagine my surprise when I saw her facing off with none other than Lex Luthor”

Jason’s muscles tensed, but he gave no other reaction. Fuck.

“I mean she could have killed him, she seemed pretty obsessed with going there or whatever” He kept talking, obviously noticing his brother’s subtle change of attitude. “But then they just held the stare off until the explosion went off and she instead saved a bunch of people that would have otherwise been crushed to death by concrete. Anyway. Now tell me if I got it wrong, but she doesn’t seem like the type to just hesitate, or care about the others, right? I tried to piece it together, the obsession, the hesitation, her weird knowledge of Luthor’s modus operandi, her whole involvement in this for that matters, but I still come short of the little missing piece to the puzzle. It bothers me”

He watched Tim with his mouth slightly agape. He knew it had been a bad idea for you to go after Luthor with Tim nearby, but he didn’t think he’d put the pieces together that quickly, or rather, that you’d let such a slip go noticed. Nonetheless, he wiped away his astonishment away and replaced it with yet another scowl.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I don’t know, I’d believe you know more than anyone about her”

“I think you’re looking way too much into this, Drake” He dismissed, going back to his papers. “She was raised by the League. Going after a target is her basic instinct, and are you really going to judge her for doing the right thing and saving people?”

“Mhhh” Tim simply hummed, also going back to his own work. Jason gave him one last glance, knowing his deflection wouldn’t hold him back for long. The truth was about to come out, and he feared it wouldn’t be pretty when it did.

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“Go on”

Jason narrowed his eyes, his glance slowly going from you to the plank you had lowered above the water and to the post farther into the middle of the river. It rose about seven feet above the surface, and Jason didn’t trust it or your intentions for that matter.

He adjusted the quiver strap and the bow on his shoulder and began carefully reaching the post. Nope, he definitely didn’t trust that setting at all. However, as much as he was mad you had twisted his swimming idea, he was also curious as to what hellish stunt you would make him do this time. He knew you by now, so whatever it was, it would be both dangerous and entertaining.

He grabbed the post and hoisted himself up by the only step that was carved in the middle of it. He stood up on the small surface, barely large enough to stand comfortably on both feet. He looked at you, and you had already pulled back the plank.

“Hey!”

You smirked and brought the plank to the other post about twenty feet further down the river. You climbed on it and faced Jason.

“So what now?” He called from his position. “We shoot each other?”

You grabbed an arrow and nocked, but left your bow aimed down at the water. Even from the distance you could see his face drop.

“You’re fucking crazy!” He shouted. “How is this not ending in one of us being dead?”

“You found static meditation too boring” You shouted back. “This should do it to find your balance and inner strength”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

“Dodge the arrow” You said, lifting your bow and shooting straight at him.

The arrow flew at him, and in his attempt to dodge it, lost balance and landed in the water. He came up with a gasp, and swam back to the wooden post before the strong current could drag him away. He climbed again, all drenched and glaring at you.

“Or fall and get wet”

“Oh, because you’re so good at dodging arrows from a upright tree trunk without falling” He snarked back as he took off his tank top and threw it on the shore.. “I’d love to see you on the other end of these”

For emphasis he raised his own bow. You shrugged and slipped your bow through your arm and head to rest it on your back, and waited for him to shoot. In a blink he nocked his first arrow, aiming from your left shoulder. You leaned out of the way, stable on your post, then slowly returned to your position. You raised your eyebrow in challenge, and oh did he not like that. The next arrow went to your feet, and you simply jumped, landing back solidly on your feet. He shot at the same place again, you jumped, then aimed for your mid section rapidly after. You landed on your left foot and crouched so your right slipped along the post, resting on the step in the middle. Jason paused a moment, eyes wide, before shooting straight at you. You propelled yourself up, then saw a second and third arrow coming your way before you had the time to stabilize yourself. You saved your eminent fall with a side vault and landed gracefully.

“Oh you must be kidding me!”

“Don’t act so surprised” You teased. “You can do that too, Jason. Close your eyes and take a deep breath, don’t think about it too much. Empty your mind and trust your instinct”

You waited as his shoulders went up and down, and his eyes slowly opened. Without waiting you shot an arrow, an easy one to dodge and he did, seemingly on instinct. You shot another, he jumped over it. His landing was wobbly, but he didn’t fall. His eyes lit up like when he found out a game he liked, and he began shooting back at you. You exchanged hits, not once falling, well, until one of you did.

Two quick arrow of yours managed to make Jason land a bit too far to the right, and he fell in the water. However, he didn’t resurface immediately, which made you lower your bow and search the water for him. You frowned, and only noticed too late the wave of water coming on your side. Jason then climbed on your post and tackled your waist, throwing you straight into the water with him. You hit the water on the side, and swam back to the surface with a gasp.

Jason stared at you with a devious grin, daring you to do something about it. You hooked your bow on your shoulder and lunged.

You had to admit, sparing in water wasn’t something you had ever done, and the resistance was getting to you. Jason was already better at hand to hand, but now he had the absolute advantage. His longer limbs allowed him to move better and to pull himself up on the river ground if you were to push him down, and the fact that he was only in shorts didn’t impede his movements as much as your heavier clothing. The current was rolling you down the river, and when you hit a shallower part, you couldn’t see the posts anymore.

You now had water to your midsection, and Jason took the opportunity from your stumbling on the higher river floor. He caught you in his classic headlock, pressing your back against his chest. You stopped struggling then, knowing it was over for you. But he didn’t release you, and you didn’t move either when he slightly loosened his hold.

Both of you were panting from the effort, his chest was heaving quickly on your back. The water made your and Jason’s skin cold, but his breath was warm on the crook of your neck. Usually you would have tapped out, or flipped him over. But you were like in a trance, and you didn’t understand why you couldn’t move away.

Why you wouldn’t move away.

“Gotcha”

His voice sent shiver down your spine.

“Fuck, Jay”

It took you a moment to realize what you said. His breath stilled on your neck, and you gulped. You had never called him just “Jay” before, you didn’t do nicknames. And especially not with that voice, and in that kind of circumstance. You cleared your throat, and he dropped his arm and took a step away.

"I'll…" You trailed off. "I'll go change"

“Sure” His voice wavered in a weird way. “Uh, go on, I’ll catch up later”

You turned around, raising an eyebrow. “Is... Everything alright?”

“Yeah" He said. “I’m just, uh, going for a swim real quick. Another one”

Without another word, he submerged himself in the water.

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You had Damian in a headlock when the trail of bat family rushed down the batcave in a hurry, Jason trailing behind seeming way less bothered than the others. You looked up, and this moment of inattention gave Damian the opening to send you flying over him. Your back hit the ground flat, and your confused stare at your own distraction was met by a grimace of disbelief from Damian. Okay, you were truly out of it.

“Luthor has devanced his plan, we got intel he would move tonight”

You pulled yourself to your feet, suddenly interested in the rush they seemed to be into. You followed Damian out of the cage and met the group halfway, glancing at Jason. He only briefly met your eyes, returning his attention on Bruce afterwards.

“He is going to move the weapon in an underground facility just outside the city, which means we will lose the signal from the tracker” He briefed. “The classic, three vans, only one carrying the package”

“Do we know what it’s even for?” Jason asked.

“I found something about yersinia pestis being injected in certain areas of Gotham” Damian stepped up. “So basically, a plague weapon”

“A plague weapon?” He frowned. “Why would Luthor would ever be interested in bringing back the plague?”

“Wait” Dick perked up, running to the working tables and looking around for something specific. He grabbed a stack of papers and came back. “Here, I saw he made the recent acquisition of a pharmaceutical company that produces, wait for it, gentamicin. It’s a plague treatment”

“So he’s gonna drop the virus on Gotham with that little device?” Jason raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know--”

“Last year Luthor made the acquisition of a low income housing company mostly operating in the Bowery, Crime Alley and Otisburg” You spoke up, a wary look on your face. “My bet would be that device is to slip the bacteria into the ventilation systems, or the pipes”

“... He did” Dick confirmed, looking through the papers. “That would make sense. He spread the plague at a little scale, he provides the medicine, he wins at every steps”

“He IS trying to slither in the city council” Bruce hummed. “Trying to steal Wayne Enterprises’ seat”

“We need to go now if we don’t wanna miss our shot, Bruce” Dick warned.

“Yes” He snapped out of it. “Three vans. Nightwing, Red Robin, you’ll be assigned to the car that will go down through City Hall District. Robin and I will follow the car going through Gotham proper” He paused, looking at you and Jason. “You two work better together. You’ll go North. I’ll send Dick and Jason the trajectories. Gear up”

Wordlessly, you all went to your own dressing area. Yours was simply a plastic box in a corner with your suit folded, and your weapons on a nearby table. You took a moment longer than usual at the black uniform, but nevertheless put it on piece by piece. The tactical pants, the gloves, the undercoat and the protective layer on it, the belt and the spiked arm bracers. Then the belt, your sword on your back and the arrow quiver crossing above it. You reloaded the shooter on your arm and strapped the sheath on your thigh with your blades, then put on the comm in your ear.

You grabbed your bow and returned toward the others, who were finishing gearing up as well. Jason came and stood beside you, an unreadable expression on his face. Well, it could be, but you refused to look at him in the face. You instead put on your helmet, the black visor hiding your face.

“There’s no time to waste, let’s go” Bruce called. “Whatever team finds the van, you stop it and bring back the weapon here”

And with that, you went out. Bruce took the batmobile, while the rest were all on bikes. You and Jason left the cave last, shooting out on the road like two blurs in the night. Your comm was on, tuned on the channel with him only. It took him about five minutes to start talking.

“Tim knows” He said. “Or at least he is close enough to know”

“Doesn’t matter” You clipped back, swerving easily around cars on your way. “This will end soon enough one way or another”

“And you’ll go back to the league?” His voice was bitter, and you could only imagine his expression.

“... Yes”

“Whatever”

You rode in silence until you reached your hideout point. There was still five minute before the van was scheduled to turn the corner and engage on the one way avenue, and you would execute the plan from then. You both turned different directions to hide in alleys, turning off the lights of your motorcycle. You put one foot down, leaving one hand on the handle. The engine was purring softly under you, warm and ready to take off.

“We’ll attack from the sides” Jason spoke again through the comm. You could see his red helmet on the other side of the street. “We take off the doors quick and clean, if it’s not there we lose them. If it is, I take the van and you cover me”

“Copy that”

“They should be there in one minute, get ready”

You adjusted your helmet and readied your explosive arrows. You then crouched on the bike and waited for the van to pass in front of the hideout. You counted the seconds in your head, five, four, three, tw-

“What the fuck?” You frowned when not one, but three vans heavily escorted with motorcycles sped past you. You and Jason engaged on the road nevertheless, coming up side to side at a safe distance from the vans.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen” He mumbled. “Alright, change of plans. Keep your distances behind them without being seen, I’ll cut them upfront. When I start drawing the escort, blow the doors of each vans. Fuck being subtle”

With that, he parted ways into a smaller street on his right. You remained hidden into traffic, making sure the bikers did not spot you. Not long after, you heard gunshots and they all were drawn at the front, like Jason had planned. You accelerated closer of the last van at the tail. With one hand, you grabbed your bow on top of the handle, waited for the bike to get back straight and slowed down a bit. In a quick movement, you grabbed an explosive arrow and shot on the van doors, immediately regaining your grip on the handle afterwards. The doors flew open, revealing it empty.

You cursed, but swerved nonetheless around the slowing down van and paused in the driver’s blind spot. You knew they’d look for you to pass them, so you got ready with a blade in your hands. You waited a bit more before rolling up to the window and throwing the blade in the guy’s throat before he could shoot you. You repeated the same operation with the next van, also taking down two rogue bikers that had left Jason’s distraction to get to you. That van ended up empty as well.

“Two down, one to go”

“Alright, hurry up, those fuckers just keep coming from I don’t fucking know where-- FUCK”

“Hang on, I’m almost done”

Nothing in the last van either. You frowned, thinking how easy it had been for you to bust the vans. The bikers guarding the vans surely couldn’t be that stupid to still hover around Jason while you were clearly open, even if there was nothing. But you chased the doubt aside, and instead tuned in the frequency with everyone else

“Our vans are empty”

“So are our” It was Tim who replied a few seconds later. “Wait, vans in plural? B, did you get more vans too?”

“Only one, empty too”

“Where did your intel come from again?” Tim asked. A moment of silence followed.

“You and Jason should get out of there, something’s not right on the monitor--”

You lost contact when you were violently hit from the side by a black car. You were projected off your bike and sent rolling down several meters away. Your suit and helmet took most of the fall, ripping and breaking with the rough friction on the asphalt. You visor cracked and the protective plastic lining broke at the base. Your vision was blurry for a second, and your muscles barely responsive. You pushed through the pain anyway and carefully took off your helmet, throwing it away. You looked up and tried to focus on the figure in black coming toward you, and when you did, you gathered your remaining strength and managed a kneeling position. It was Luthor.

You were about to shoot one of your dart when he shot first, sending a shockwave through your already weak muscles. You fell forward on all fours with a barely contained scream tearing through your throat.

“We meet again” His voice was deeper than you expected, and way too calm. You didn’t like it. “I knew if I organized this little parade, you’d come back out there following the masked clowns”

So, it was a setup.

“Where’s the weapon?” You rasped.

“Safe in my underground storing since this morning” He replied smugly. “Don’t beat yourself up, you had no chance. You came too close last time at the lab”

“Kill me now and get over with it”

“Now why would I want to do that? I just wanted to see you from up close” He smirked. “I knew those eyes the second I looked at you the other day. And now that I have you here without that stupid mask, I can see you took more after your mother than I had planned”

You gritted your teeth, panting from the pain of the electrical shock that had gone through you. Hairs were falling out of your braid and sticking to your forehead, yet you didn’t care. You could only glare at him.

“But you’re still my daughter. You belong to me”

You lunged, but another electric shock sent you back on your knees with a strangled cry. It had been a reflex on your part, since you were usually pretty good a pushing your pain aside. But you had been off ever since your last encounter with him. He got in your head so easily, and now he wouldn’t leave.

“I am Thaelib fi alzalam” You rasped out. “And I don’t”

“Ah yes, I figured you would deny your name when we finally met” He seemed amused. “And you do, legally speaking. Your mother were under contract to deliver you and walk away. Instead she stole you from me. She stole years of work, for what? So you could become no one”

“You killed her!” You belted out, eyes wide with rage. “You forced us into hiding, she sent me to the League to protect me from you”

“Is that what you think? Or what she told you?” He was becoming impatient. “You were special. You were my first successful genetic clone, but her own selfishness got in the way”

“She wasn’t selfish” You tried to reach for a blade on your thigh, but another shock forced you on your hands. “You were”

“I was?” He put a hand on his chest. “I gave you your superior skills, I gave you your speed, I made you like this. I gave you that gift, that power, that strength, all of it so you could make it out in this world. I did it for you, from a father to his daughter”

You lifted your head a frown on your face. You skills? What was he talking about?

“You didn’t think the League’s training gave you those skills, did you?” He scoffed. “As I told you, you’re special, my girl. I only wished for you to thrive”

“No” You mumbled, narrowing your eyes. Your mother never specified you were enhanced. Did she even know? All that time you thought your successes were from your hard work, but they were really from a genetic modification. You always knew there was something peculiar about you that made you feel like you didn’t exactly belong with the others, and it had just been revealed to you. And what else could he have put inside of you, you weren’t aware about? It made your head spin.

“You’re not one of them, you realize it now” He stalked toward you. “Not the League, not the vigilantes either. Your mother stole you away from what you were made for, and the League merely repressed it. But you can’t fight your nature”

You didn’t look up when he stooped in front of you. You only glanced at your black gloved hands, realizing that all you had suffered only delayed the inevitable. If your mother hadn’t ran away, maybe all of your struggle and pain would have never happened.

“Come with me” He offered. “This internal conflict you have will subside quickly enough once you’re back home, you’ll see”

You ears were ringing as his proposition replayed in your head in loops. Maybe if you agreed he’d stop tormenting you then, maybe he’d leave your head and you could finally rest without obsessing over him. You slowly looked up, but something coming on your side made your eyes widen. Only then the sound reached your ears, and in a quick reflex movement, you rolled away.

Jason was walking toward you, shooting his bullet in rapid fire in Luthor’s direction.

Luthor noticed him half a second later and jumped away, running away and climbing in his black car. He drove away as Jason reached your, his eyes trailed on the retreating black cadillac. Then, he turned to you, the glossing red of his helmet staring back at you.

“You okay?”

You shook your head no.

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Actually, that last one was a really good question, so: for TLC Golds, how would you rate fanfic getting them right? I'm curious!

I don’t read as much TLC fanfics, mostly because a lot of them are pairing-based and those pairings are not my cup of tea, by I did read enough to have a couple opinions. Maybe not as thorough and complete as the one for the classic Golds, so excuse me if I’ll miss some characters. Also, same disclaimer: I might have read different stuff from other people. My opinion could sound wrong to you if you read something I didn’t and viceversa. With some of them I’m not familiar enough with the canon version at this point in time to have a 100% good answer. I forgot at least half the manga because art history replaced all my knowledge, and I have no free time to read it again.

Shion 7/10 I mostly saw good depictions of him, with a fairly good respect for his canon characteristics. Though, some stuff was... questionable. I won’t go into details, because this particular post has to stay sfw, but there’s some things out there were Shion is definitely not in character. Plus, I’ve seen him depicted with a somewhat dull personality more than once, and people apparently (even if it’s a running joke) like to think he’s not as skinny as he actually is. It’d be totally fine either way, obviously, but it conflicts so much that it automatically triggers me. You ever looked at a bulky armor, guys?

Alebaran/Rasgado ?/10 I never read actual fan fiction with him as a character, other than one that was basically just comedy and no character accuracy. So I can’t have an opinion on him. I have a couple posts to use as reference, but they’re not enough to pinpoint what people do with him.

Aspros 10/10 This score is mostly due to the fact that I’ve only read a couple works with him in them. And he was perfect, really to close to his canon counterpart. Since I’ve nothing to expose, I’ll move on.

Defteros ?/10 Same as Aldebaran, I never read a proper fan fiction, just posts here and there tackling him. I don’t even know if my representation of him is actually good or not, I am not familiar with Defteros enough at this particular time.

Manigoldo 10/10 Never seen a bad representation of him in fan fiction. Then again, this man is not that difficult to get right, once you understand his mentality. Bonus for him actually flirting during a battle, pretty sure writers have a blast with this Saint.

Regulus ?/10 The only fan fiction I read with him properly in it was pure comedy. I have no idea how people depict him outside canon, unfortunately. He’s never been one of my go-to characters when searching for stuff to read, so I have almost nothing to use as a comparison. I read some other works, but he was mainly a secondary character with the task of being adorable, so I don’t know.

Asmita 10/10 I only read one single work with him as the protagonist, and it was good. So damn good. I don’t remember the title or where I read it, or I would have definitely linked it to you all. So... kind of a biased score, but it’s all I have. The rest is just random posts, and he’s cool in those as well, so I guess Asmita got lucky.

Dohko Same as the previous, is literally impossible to get him wrong, unless you’re doing something purposefully ooc.

Kardia 10/10 I love every single work I’ve read with Kardia in it. It’s always spot on. His personality is not that easy to handle, being who he is, but so far I’ve only seen good depictions of him, as close to his canon behavior as they can possibly be. Honestly speaking, I almost exclusively read fan fictions with him and Degel as a couple, but still! Those authors never betrayed Kardia. Good job, everybody. The one and only complain I have is the depiction of him that one artist has (not going to say the name, I’m not a snitch and their art is still pretty darn good), but since it’s such a little drop in the ocean I’ll completely let it slide. For now.

Sisyphus 5/10 They either get him right, or he’s the way too overprotective uncle with one too many issues to deal with. I get it, you people want Sisyphus to care for Regulus, but don’t you think that making him act exactly like my mother is a bit much? I’ve seen some very impressive depictions of him, some works where his personality was absolutely amazing, but others... eh, I still wish I didn’t read them.

El Cid 8/10 Most of the time he’s perfect. People nailed his personality and behavior, it’s so close to the canon version that the whole thing is actually scary. But, sometimes, authors tend to exaggerate his traits too much, and then the story becomes unpleasant to read. Perfectionism can be dangerous if not used in the right amount, after all.

Degel 9/10 As far as I’m aware, and I’m only aware of works with him and Kardia as a couple (I’m hopeless, I know), he’s pretty good. His personality is not easy to grasp, and I’ve seen people making him too stuck up or too obsessed with his god-forsaken library, but if you get it right... well, you get it right. And it’s beautiful.

Albafica ?/10 I’m unsure about him. I grasped his whole character myself, because I stuck my head so far into the lore I’m actually still unable to get it out, but even with this I’m not sure how to relate with Albafica in fiction. There’s so many versions of is personality and a lot of them seem good, while at the same time some of those feel weird. To me, obviously, not in general. The fact I mostly read stuff with him in different pairings doesn’t help the confusion I have in my head, because it’s a different behavior with every person. I think that most authors are able to fully understand him, and they wrote Alba with justice for him in mind, but I’m so unsure I don’t feel like giving him a score.

#saint seiya #i cavalieri dello zodiaco #los caballeros del zodiaco #os cavaleiros do zodiaco #gold saints #lost canvas

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midsummer madness - grayson dolan

a/n: I am fully aware it isn’t summer but I thought maybe this would fit a bit of a valentine’s theme. (I’ve started writing this on the 13th but I’m not sure It’ll be finished by tomorrow so please spare me if this isn’t posted on Valentine’s day. Either way, I hope you have/had a good Valentine’s day!) p.s- this isn’t edited so pls spare me

warnings: fluff, swearing, slight smut but not really, mentions of drugs + alcohol and mentions of death

word count: 5k+

She had the entire world ahead of her and she wouldn’t dare to let anyone stop her from achieving her goals. Everyone knew it, her teachers, her siblings, her parents, her fellow classmates, everybody. It wasn’t unknown to see her at the library with her face shoved into a book. In fact, it was a new book almost every week. She wouldn’t tell anyone, but she had a huge taste for romance books. Nobody would ever find that out though. It was her dirty little secret. At that very moment, she was sitting in the quiet library, the only sound being her breathing and the paper whenever she needed to flip to the next page. The librarian loved her, sometimes even allowing her to come in before hours or after hours. Ms. Holling was the sweetest old lady, nothing like the mean librarians y/n had read about in some of her books. It made her happy that she could not only compare her books to her real-life but that she could live a life as good as her own. If she wasn’t at the library, you’d often catch her walking around by the lake, sitting on the bench that sat in the perfect spot in order to look at the lake and the sky above. If it was a nice day, she’d much rather be out there reading her book than to be stuck in the library, no matter how nice Ms. Holling was. However, this day was an icky and rainy July afternoon so she was stuck sitting cross-legged on the red leather chair in the corner of the library. Her tea from this morning sat on the table ahead of her and when her eyes weren’t glued onto the pages of her book, she would stop to look at the raindrops falling down the window. It was probably room temperature by now, her tea, and there was nothing she hated more than room temperature drinks. At least, that’s what she would tell you at that very moment as she thought about how disgusting it would taste. She would probably tell you that even if she was locked in this building for days and that’s all she had to drink, she would rather die of thirst than take even a sip. However, if you caught her at a different time, on another day, she would probably tell you she hated a completely different thing “more than anything in the world.” She looked back at her book and started reading it again. Even though y/n had her entire life ahead of her and had so many goals, she was so indecisive and had no idea where to start. That’s why you’d often catch her reading three to four books at a time.

On Mondays, she would start by picking an adventure or action-type novel. Mondays were her least favorite day, so it isn’t surprising that she’d pick her least favorite genre. She didn’t think anything bad about it, in fact, she loved them. It just wasn’t the same as the other genres. Tuesdays- she would start reading a mystery. She loved being able to solve the mysteries herself before she ended the book like she was her very own Nancy Drew or Sherlock Holmes. Wednesdays were when she would start her favorite genre, romance. Even though she cringed at some of the actions the characters would do or the things they would say, she loved the sappiness of it all and she wished that one day her life could be as romantic as that. Thursdays - horror. She loved the thrill it gave her and she loved that she was able to imagine it exactly how she wanted, so she could either get scared or not get scared, depending on how she chose to view it. Finally, on Friday, you’d likely find her with her nose shoved into a contemporary novel. She felt those ones were easiest to compare with her real-life and she loved being able to compare whatever book she’s reading to the past week she just had. Saturdays and Sundays were y/n’s free-day, however, and you would often find her sitting in her room watching Netflix or Hulu or out doing something with her friends that would drag her out of her room because she was “too much of a homebody”, even though her home was more-so the library or the park than her actual home, or because she was “glued to her books.” She wouldn’t tell them they were wrong or argue with them because she knew they were right and that she needed a taste of the real world so she didn’t get mentally trapped in a fictional world. Her friends were much more extroverted than her, always wanting to go out and talk to new people and do new things. Y/n wasn’t like that. If someone talked to her she wouldn’t ignore them but she wasn’t the type to go up and start a conversation with someone she didn’t know. She’s surprised she even has the friends she does now because of how different her personality is compared to theirs. She loves them though and she often compares them to the characters of her books. Each one of them has their own personality that she loves and that she can learn new things from. Josie, with her long brown hair and tan skin, was probably the biggest party animal of the group. Every weekend she’d be out at some house party and if she wasn’t, she’d be getting into clubs and dancing with whatever guy she deemed the cutest of the night. Gabriella had the most gorgeous melanin skin tone and y/n loved looking at the way it glowed in the sunlight. She wouldn’t tell her other friends but she really did think Gabi was the prettiest of the group. She was extremely friendly and always knew what to say to make someone else feel good about themselves. Y/n loved that Gabi was not only pretty on the outside but also on the inside. She was the perfect girl, y/n thought, and any guy, or girl, would be lucky to have her. Stella, the last of the friend group, had wavy blonde hair. She wasn’t naturally blonde though and her brown roots were seen very obviously. Her hair was cut just above her shoulders and it really brought out the obviousness of her collarbones. She was an animal-loving gal and y/n felt like she was probably the closest in personality to her. Stella was usually pretty quiet until you got her to start talking. Once she started it would be extremely hard to get her to stop. This would often result in Josie telling her to shut up, Gabriella telling Josie to be nicer to Stella, and Stella arguing back. Often times, Josie and Stella would drag y/n into the argument and make her pick someone’s side. However, she would often just nod and say “mhm” to whoever was talking to her at the time. Y/n didn’t like getting involved in arguments, especially ones involved with her friends because she absolutely hated picking sides because she loved all of them equally, just in different ways. Because of this and Gabriella’s willingness to stop their arguments, the four girls were inseparable. They were together almost every day they could, oftentimes being dragged along to some of these parties Josie loved to attend. This just happened to be one of those days. After the rain would come to a stop, y/n would make her way home and she’d start getting ready for whatever crazy party Josie had planned to take them to. It wouldn’t be long until the rain stopped, possibly just another twenty minutes or so according to the weather app on her phone. It looked like it was starting to clear up a bit outside too, the sun peeking out from behind the clouds. The sun soon came out and the rain came to a stop. Y/n stood up from her seat and grabbed her books and slipped her phone into her pocket. She picked up her tea from the morning with her open hand and said goodbye to Ms. Holling before walking out the heavy glass door and onto the sidewalk. She began her walk home, only taking about five to ten minutes for her to get home, depending on how many times she would stop on the way home. She would often stop to look at flowers or whatever was posted up in the glass windows of the shops throughout the main street she walked down. On the sunny days, unlike this one, she would often take twenty or so minutes to get her home because she loved soaking up the sun and getting in all the vitamin d she could. After about seven minutes, y/n was walking through her front door and taking her shoes off before she walked to her room. She set the three books she had down and walked back out to dump the small bit she had left of her tea out into the sink and she rinsed out the cup she had used and set it down before walking back into her room to get ready. She grabbed a pair of light grey joggers and rolled them up so they fit better, the size of the pants being slightly too large for her. She threw on a red cami top and put a black zip-up hoodie on over the top of it in case it would get cold later in the night. She wanted to be comfortable while also looking somewhat decent and that’s exactly what she did. She sat down by her vanity and put on some mascara and foundation, those being the only forms of makeup she wanted to wear for the night so she didn’t come home looking like too much of a trainwreck the next morning. By the time she finished her hair after doing her makeup, it was seven o’clock and Stella would be on her way with Gabi to pick her up and then they would pick Josie up after y/n. She slipped on her shoes and took her phone off of the charger before walking out of her room and out her front door, sitting on her front steps and looking through twitter on her phone for the few minutes she had left before Stella and Gabi arrived. Soon enough, Stella pulled up in her black Mazda 3 with Gabi in the passenger seat. Y/n got in behind Gabi and greeted the two girls, kissing both of their cheeks like the girls always did when they first saw each other each day.

“What book are you reading now?” Gabriella asked, turning her body to look back at y/n. Stella looked up in the rearview mirror at y/n to show she was listening as well but soon looked back at the road ahead of her. Y/n’s face lit up when Gabriella asked her that and soon Gabi regretted asking, knowing she would probably go on and on about whatever it is she was reading. Y/n loved, however, that her friends would ask her about what she was reading even though she knew they weren’t the biggest fans of reading. “Bel Canto. I’m about three-quarters of the way through.” Y/n pauses and takes a breath and Stella nods before she continues, “It’s based on the Japanese embassy hostage crisis. It follows the relationships among a few young terrorists and the people they’re holding hostage. I’m not really sure how I feel about it yet. I am close to being finished but this book is giving me mixed feelings.” Gabriella asked her a few questions about it and the girls continued talking and quickly arrived at Josie’s house. Gabriella quickly ran up to her door and rang the doorbell, knowing Josie probably wouldn’t answer her phone if she just called her. Josie was always getting ready until the very last second. She wanted to make sure she looked immaculate. Y/n looked up after about a minute of looking down at her knees and Stella looked up from checking her phone to see Gabriella and Josie opening the doors of the car and climbing into their respective seats. Gabriella went right back to the passenger seat and Josie climbed in beside y/n. “Hello, ladies,” Josie said, bringing her hair over her right shoulder and buckling her seatbelt. “Hey, Jo, what’s up? You ready to party?” Stella asked, looking at her in the rearview mirror. Before Josie was given the option to answer, y/n spoke up, “Josie’s always ready to party.” The other three girls erupt in laughter and Josie nods, “You’re not wrong, y/n/n.” Eventually, the girls arrived at a big house in the town next to where they lived. It took only fifteen to twenty minutes for them to get there and the person who invited them told them they could just walk in, so that’s what they did. Stella was determined to be the designated driver for the night, so as soon as they went inside Josie went off to the table covered in cups and different bottles of alcohol. She poured a glass and handed it to Gabi and then poured y/n a cup. She got her own cup full and squeezed her way through some people and then y/n had lost her. Y/n and Gabi stuck by each other's sides for a few more minutes before Gabi wandered off to go dance with a group of random girls she had met. Stella was sitting down on one of the couches chatting with a guy who was apparently the designated driver for his friends. Y/n walked into the kitchen to get away from all of the people, knowing people hardly ever went into the kitchen unless it was to get a private spot to make out with their significant other or just some random girl/guy they had just met that night. She pushed herself up onto the counter and leaned against the cupboards above the counter. She kept her cup in her hands and looked around at the people in the living room. She could see them all having a good time as she looked through the archway that divided the kitchen from the living room. She looked back down at her cup and took another swig of it, only putting it down because she heard the voice of a man, very deep and raspy, he goes, “You wanted to get away from all this too?” Y/n nodded and responded with a quiet “mhm” and the guy continued, “Grayson.” He puts his hand out for her to shake and she hesitantly goes to grab it. “Y/n.” He smiles and asks her if she wanted to come to play beer pong with him, y/n laughed and agreed, jumping off the counter. Grayson takes her hand and pulled her through the group of people that had surrounded the table. The two guys Grayson was up against were setting up the cups and one of them threw Grayson a ball once they finished. “You sure you want to partner up with a girl, Gray?” He asked and as Grayson caught it he responded, “Yeah. I have faith. Plus, dude, you suck. And so does E. It can’t be hard to beat you guys.” Right as he says that, the partner of the other guy turns around. He looks exactly like Grayson so y/n just put two and two together and determined they were twins. Just as she had guessed, Grayson turns to her and tells her, “That’s my brother Ethan by the way. We’re twins. And that one,” He points at the guy that had previously bashed him for playing with a girl, “is Ryan. He’s a close friend of ours.” Y/n nods and backs up so Grayson can throw the ball. He makes it into the first cup and she started to get somewhat nervous, thinking she wouldn’t make the shot. She lined herself up and shot the ball, closing her eyes immediately after in case she missed. She didn’t want to witness her failure. Grayson erupts in cheers and picks her up and spins her around and as soon as she felt Graysons grip on her she opened her eyes. He set her down and put his hand out for a high five. The two teams played together until Grayson had finally made the winning shot. At this point, y/n and Grayson were slightly too intoxicated and they began jumping for joy at the sight of Grayson’s ball landing perfectly in the cup. Ethan and Ryan sighed at their loss but soon starting laughing at how childish and goofy Y/n and Grayson were acting. Y/n grabbed Grayson’s hand, and with her intoxicated self came her overly confident and flirty self, and pulled him so he would look at her. He leaned down to be able to hear her better and she goes, “Come dance with me. I love this song.” She smiles and gives him the puppy dog eyes, pleading that he would go dance with her. “Only because I love this song too. And you’re cute.” Y/n blushes and looks away, but soon looks back and grins, pulling him into the other group of people that had already been dancing. The pair got awfully close, Y/n grinding up against Grayson as Grayson swayed along with her, his hands placed carefully on her hips but with a firm grip. The more she moved, the more Grayson knew he wanted to fuck her. Although Y/n seemed like an innocent girl when she was at the library or the comfort of the park bench, much like her friends, she wasn’t as sinless as she had made herself out to be. Especially when she went to parties. The way her ass would grind against his crotch in the best way possible made Grayson hard and he had to keep stepping back and readjusting, not wanting to scare her away. Grayson knew that no matter how sexually frustrated he got he didn’t want to scare this one away. He felt a connection immediately and loved everything about her, even after only knowing her for a few hours. Y/n turned around and looked up at Grayson, grabbing his hands and spinning herself underneath his arm. She giggles and he smirks at her as he watches her intensely. The two keep dancing for a while before Grayson bends down to talk to her, “Wanna get another drink?” Y/n nodded and Grayson kept his hand on her lower back as the two walked through the group of people together. Grayson poured himself a glass and hands y/n the bottle and an empty cup so she can pour it herself. She bumps her cup with Grayson’s and says, “Cheers,” and the two walk away from the table of liquor and over to the couch. Y/n sees Gabriella sitting down and she takes a seat next to her and grabs her shoulder, “Gabi! Hi love. How are you doing?” Gabi looks at Y/n and says, “Pretty good. Do you wanna come to play the board game with me?” Y/n nods, knowing she’s talking about the “Let’s Get F’d Up” game a few of the other girls at the party made, “Can Grayson come to play?” Gabriella nods but then asks, “Wait, who’s Grayson?” Grayson raises his hand in response and says hello to Gabriella. Gabriella says hi back and then all three of them wander over to where the game was being held. They sit around this table with about five or six other people and the girl, who y/n assumes made the game, starts explaining the rules, “Roll the dice, land on the spot, do what it tells you. Some are self-explanatory but others aren’t. I’ll explain those on the way. If you pussy out and don’t do yours, you’re out of the game and you lose. The game finishes when there’s only one person left or when everyone reaches the finish line.” Everyone takes turns rolling the dice and doing whatever it is they had to do. Three people had finished already and everyone else was close behind. The drunkenness of everyone playing this game was through the roof. They were all stumbling their words and laughing with each other. Finally, a girl whom Y/n had discovered was named Elise, had finished the game as the final person to get across the entire board. Everyone took one last shot together and then a few of the people at the table wandered off but some stayed back. Y/n stood up but almost fell over, luckily Grayson had been there to catch her. “You a little dizzy there y/n?” Grayson chuckles, keeping his hand on her so she doesn’t fall over like she almost did the first time. She smiles and nods and then walks towards the kitchen to get away from all the sweaty people that started to migrate towards the table they were at. Grayson follows her closely behind, he didn’t want to lose her before he was able to get her number. She pushes her self onto the counter like she did earlier and holds onto her cup with both hands. Grayson and y/n are sitting together in the silence, Grayson pacing across the kitchen floor for who knows what reason. Y/n speaks up though, grabbing Grayson’s wrist and pulling him closer to her, “I’m hungry.” Grayson smiles and agrees, rubbing his stomach, “Let’s go get McDonald’s!” Y/n tilts her head to the side and asks, “Is it close? We can’t drive we have to walk.” Grayson nods and tells her it’s about a ten-minute walk and it’s a twenty-four-hour McDonald’s so they would most definitely still be open. She grins and hops off the counter and the two walk out the kitchen and through the living room. Eventually, they make their way out the front door and they’re on their way to McDonald’s. The two are messing around together and singing their favorite songs, telling each other secrets they never could have imagined telling anyone else, and just overall having the time of their lives. After the two get to McDonald’s, order their food, and eat it in the span of twenty minutes, they’re on their way back to the house. They stumble back in the front door and everyone’s still dancing along to the music, smoking, and drinking as if nobody noticed they had left. They made their way to the couch and Grayson sat down, patting his left thigh when he noticed the rest of the couch was taken up and y/n had nowhere to sit. She sat down on him and he put his hand on her side. She smirked to herself, knowing Grayson couldn’t see her. She wouldn’t admit this but she did love the attention. Y/n sits silently as Grayson talks to his friends, only listening to small parts of the conversation. She felt a slight tap on her shoulder and she looks over to see Stella standing there, “Hey, you ready to leave? Josie’s with some guy right now but I say she’ll be ready to go in about twenty minutes and Gabi’s ready to go now.” Y/n nods and says she’ll either still be here or in the kitchen in the next twenty minutes so Stella could find her in one of those spots. Stella nods and walks off to go find Gabriella again. Grayson looks at the girl on his lap, “Gotta go soon?” Y/n nods and gives him a slight frown, “Twenty minutes.” Grayson moves a bit and the two of them get up, “Well that means I have twenty minutes to talk to you. Come back to the kitchen with me so I can talk to you and we can have a less public conversation.” The two walk off and back into the kitchen where they had gone many times on this particular evening. Y/n sat right back on the counter where she had every other time and Grayson sat on the island across from her. The two began talking about their lives and asking each other lots of questions. Eventually, the talking led to flirting and Grayson had hopped off the counter and squeezed himself in between y/n’s legs. He stood there while she sat up on the counter, his hands resting on her thighs. They didn’t do anything for a minute, just took in what was happening. Y/n grabbed his hands and put them down farther, signaling that what he was doing was okay. He gripped her thighs and pulled her closer to him, only moving his hand for a second to fix her hair but then soon putting it back where it was before. He kissed her intensely and it ended up leading to a super intense make-out session. Y/n had never been kissed like that before, honest to god, she’d tell you. “When you’re done making out we gotta go!” Gabi yelled as she stood in the archway. Y/n pulled away from Grayson but kept their foreheads touching, she smiled and giggled a bit, “I gotta go.” Grayson grabs her hands and backs up, “At least let a guy get your number first? I wanna be able to see you again.” He hands her his phone and she adds her number into his contacts, changing the name to “Y/n/n <3.″ She hands his phone back to him and he looks at it quickly and grins before shutting his phone off and putting it in his pocket. “I’ll text you tomorrow.” He pulls her in for a hug and then backs away so she can walk out to leave with her friends. She gets out the door and walks to Stella’s car, where all three other girls are sitting in it chatting it up. As soon as y/n opens the car door the girls ask her a bunch of questions, “Jeez. We were expecting Josie to come out last, not you.” Stella says, laughing. “Yeah! Who was the guy?” Gabriella asks, smirking at y/n and Josie nods, showing that she also wanted to know the answer to Gabi’s question. “His name is Grayson. He asked for my number before I left.” “Well did you give it to him?” Stella asks, turning down the street as the streetlight turned green. “Duh!” “Does he have any brothers?” Gabi asks. Y/n nods, “A twin, actually. He was at the party. His name is Ethan. I’ll see if I can hook ya’ll up.” Y/n chuckles and winks at Gabriella. The four of them arrive back at Gabriella’s apartment, her being the only one that lived alone. With the girls being as drunk as they were, showing up to a house accompanied by one of their parents probably wouldn’t be the best decision. They all managed to make their way inside quickly and safely, all hopping straight to bed, Stella and Gabi sharing her bed and Y/n and Josie snuggled on the couch together, thank God Gabi had a big enough couch to fit the both of them.

It had been a month since the party where y/n and Grayson met and they had been texting and getting a lot closer, hanging out quite often and texting almost every second. Y/n still continued her journeys to the library and/or park every day but she was much more distracted than usual with Grayson on her mind. She walked to the park and texted Grayson, telling him she wanted to hang out again. He texted her back and told her he’d come to wherever she was and she told him she was at the park. Grayson had been with her there plenty of times before. Y/n sat patiently as she waited for Grayson. He arrived soon enough and she looked up and smiled immediately as she saw him. He walks around the bench and stands in front of her, pulling her up. “We should swim.” He suggests, taking his shirt off and walking towards the lake. “I don’t have a swimsuit.” Y/n says, shaking her head and laughing at Grayson. “Where my shirt and you’ll be just fine.” He tilts his head towards his shirt he had thrown on the grass and y/n laughs, changing into Grayson’s shirt and slowly getting into the water. The two swam together and talked a lot like they always did. “You should come over!” Grayson suggests, getting really excited at his idea. Y/n nods and tells him she will, so the two of them spent maybe another ten to fifteen minutes in the water before getting out and heading to Grayson’s Bronco. The two hop into the car and Grayson turns on Kid Cudi. Y/n wasn’t surprised by this, Grayson always had either Kid Cudi or Cub Sport on. They arrive back at Grayson’s soon enough and due to their constant flirting the car ride back, Grayson wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless and y/n wanted nothing more than that either. Grayson basically pulled her into the house and immediately pushed her up against the front door. The two began feverishly making out but y/n soon pulled away, “Isn’t Ethan home?” She breathed heavily, Grayson still sucking on her neck. He looks up, “Shit. Come with me. Be quiet.” Grayson picks her up and brings her to his bedroom, closing the door and locking it. He sets her down on his bed and climbs above her, slowly bringing his weight down onto her but not too much so he would make sure not to crush her. Y/n knew she needed him right away but Grayson wouldn’t be so quick to oblige. He wanted to take his time on her. He kept making out with her, moving down to her neck and pulling at her shirt. She sat up and took it off, revealing the pink Calvin Klein bra she had on underneath her shirt. He went down and starting leaving hickies all over her chest. He sat up and pulled her pants off, leaving her vulnerable in nothing but her bra and underwear. Grayson loved the sight in front of him. He brought his hand down to her panties, rubbing her in the best way possible. Y/n had to stay quiet but Grayson would make sure she felt better than she had ever felt. Y/n, of course, had to return the favor to Grayson. She didn’t want Grayson to be the only one doing the hard work. As soon as Grayson finished her off, she got down on her knees and put his dick in her hands, sucking him off. Grayson’s grunting and moans made y/n know that she was doing a good job and she loved the sound of it. She finishes him off and they lay down on Grayson’s bed together, y/n head against Grayson’s chest. “Who knew the innocent little library girl could be so naughty?” Grayson says, killing the silence. “We met at a party, Grayson. I got wasted. So did you. Did you forget?” Y/n laughs and looks up at Grayson. He smiles and shakes his head, “I know this might not be the right timing but will you go out with me? Like, be my girlfriend?” Y/n smiles and nods, “I just wish you would’ve asked me a lot sooner.”

Grayson knew he was in love with y/n from the moment he met her. He never believed in love at first sight until he met her. Now, to be sitting in his firm-fitted black suit at his girlfriend’s funeral, he had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. He felt like everything good had been taken from him and that he had nothing left to give to this world. He held a singular flower in his hand and sat in the front next to her parents and Josie, Gabriella, and Stella. Everyone was silent, listening to the priest give his speech on her life. Grayson knew y/n wasn’t that religious but her parents were and that’s why there was a priest. At the end of the ceremony, Grayson walked up to her casket and set the flower down. It was a daisy, he remembered her telling him it was her favorite, her exact words being, “I like the daisy because it’s pretty popular like the rose but whenever someone asks you to name their favorite flower they say rose and nobody ever says daisy. I feel bad for it!” He remembers that moment perfectly, in fact, he remembers every moment with y/n. The way her eyes would light up when she would talk about her books, the way she got nervous whenever she would talk to his family even though they had met plenty of times before, and the way she spoke so kindly to everyone she met. Grayson loved that about her.

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Mercy is Out of Your Reach: Chapter 1

Fandom: SEAL Team

Characters: Sonny Quinn, Clay Spenser, Lisa Davis, Jason Hayes, and the rest of the team

Summary: Sonny Quinn isn't sick. And he's definitely not too sick to escape the cell he and Clay are trapped in. At least, not yet. Contains Clay whump, Sonny whump, a little torture, and a bit of Savis. Shoutout to @bluenet13 for helping with the title!

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Sonny Quinn absolutely, positively did not have a cold. Colds were for sissies and kids, not Tier One Operators. What he had was allergies. Or at least that’s what he told Jason when he arrived at the base, coughing and hacking. Because the hell he was being left behind when his brothers were taking off for a mission halfway across the world. He was not staying out of the action for a little cough and runny nose.

“Could you please cough literally anywhere else?” Clay griped, wrinkling his nose as Sonny covered his mouth with his elbow and hacked away.

“You should have stayed home,” Brock grunted.

“Let me look at you.” Trent pulled out a penlight and Sonny swatted him away with a frown. “Get that thing outta my face.”

“I thought you said you were fine,” Jason said, cracking open one eye from in his hammock.

“I am. It’s allergies.”

“To what? Behaving yourself?” Ray asked with a snicker.

Sonny kicked at him. “It’s ragweed. And pollen.”

“Right. Sure it is,” Full Metal grunted.

Sonny stood up and glared at all of them. “If ya’ll are going to be assholes I’m just going to take my charming personality to another part of this transport.”

“Good.”

“Go.”

“Yes please.”

Sonny shot them all a final scowl before trundling himself off to the back of the plane. He honestly felt a little bit like garbage; his head was full, he couldn’t breathe through his nose, and his lungs felt tight. He settled himself against a crate, letting his head drop back as he tried to take a deep breath.

The op was taking them to Morocco to gather intel for Mandy and possibly get to blow things up depending on the results. It wasn’t a Gucci mission by any means, but it was lower risk than some of the other ones they’d been on lately and that was probably good because he was already exhausted and they hadn’t even started yet.

“What are you doing?”

He cracked open an eye to find Lisa looking down at him. “Sleeping?”

“You should be home.”

“I’m fine,” he told her, even as he felt his breath catch again and tried to unsuccessfully stifle yet another cough.

“You’re sick.”

“Quinns don’t get sick,” he said automatically.

“Stop saying that!” she snapped at him. “Just because that’s the line your father lived by, it doesn’t mean you have to do it too.”

“It’s not a line. It’s a fact,” he said, sniffing as some snot tried to trickle out of his nose.

“You’re an idiot.”

“You know you keep on saying that to me, it might just hurt my feelings,” he told her with a grin.

She walked away and returned moments later with a bottle of water and an orange packet, both of which she tossed into his lap. “Drink this.”

He wrinkled his nose. “It tastes like piss.”

“Drink it anyway. Might help.”

He grumbled but she just crossed her arms and stared at him so he dumped the powdered Vitamin C into the bottle and chugged it down. “Happy?” he asked when he was finished.

“You should let Trent check you out.”

“You know, last I knew I was a fully grown adult who could make his own damn choices.”

“And last I knew you were a stubborn ass idiot.”

“Agree to disagree then.”

“If you die, it is not on me.”

“Absolutely.”

She was obviously still mad at him as she stalked away, probably to go huff at Mandy about stupid men and their lack of care for themselves. But he was fine. He just needed a couple hours of shuteye and he’d be good to go again.

He didn’t exactly feel worse by the time they landed, but he definitely didn’t feel better either. He sniffed and snorted as they gathered up their gear and headed out for whatever abandoned warehouse/hotel/house they were setting up the TOC in today.

“Ray and Metal are going high on overwatch,” Jason said as they briefed. “Clay and Sonny will be at the café. Brock, Trent and I will be in the truck. Remember this is surveillance only. As much as a it sucks,” he glanced at Eric who had the good grace not to roll his eyes at his trigger happy team, “do not engage for any reason.”

“Not even if they say something mean?” Sonny asked, then rasped out another cough.

“You’re really going to make me take Typhoid Mary over here on a stakeout?” Clay asked.

“You know, none of you are being very supportive of my decision to come and watch all your asses,” Sonny grumbled.

“All right that’s enough,” Blackburn said. “Everybody has their assignments. You roll out in twenty.”

Jason caught Sonny’s arm on the way out of the room. “You sure you’re good for this?”

“Yeah Jase. I’m fine.”

“We can do the op without you. Trent can take your spot.”

“I told you I’m fine. Ya’ll need to stop mothering me.”

Jason nodded. “Don’t screw it up.”

“Have I ever?” Sonny grinned and pointed finger guns at him. “Don’t answer that.”

“Drink this,” Clay said later when they were in position. The two of them had taken a corner table in the cafe, backs to the wall so they could keep an eye out for trouble. Both of them were in civvies, caps pulled down low over their faces, backpacks resting on the floor to keep their cover as “American tourists.”

“Why do you all keep trying to make me drink stuff today?” Sonny grumbled, sniffing at the cup Clay had put in front of him.

“It’s tea. It’ll help your throat,” Clay said.

“My throat doesn’t need any help.”

“Sonny shut up and drink the damn tea,” Jason said over the comms.

He did as he was told, sipping the bitter brew and wishing it was coffee or a beer instead. Or better yet NyQuil.

“Okay those are our guys,” Ray said, static crackling in the background. “Keep it cool and make sure you get that device right.”

Sonny shifted in his seat, angling so that the camera button on his shirt would pick up more of the room, while Clay adjusted the listening device masquerading as a pen, right on the edge of the table.

“Bravo Two we are in position,” Clay muttered.

“Read you loud and clear Bravo Six. Hold steady.”

They got about ten, good minutes before it all went to hell. One second Sonny was sitting with Clay the next he was on the floor, ears ringing and then completely blind as someone threw a bag over his head.

He struggled and kicked his feet, making contact with someone who yelled and the next thing he felt was extreme pain in his skull, likely from the butt of a rifle.

He lost time after that, coming in and out. He was being carried, or rather dragged, and whoever was doing it clearly didn’t care about his health and wellbeing. He was vaguely aware of being put into a vehicle with no idea how long the ride lasted. And when he finally came around for real he wished he’d stayed out, because there was a man spraying him with a hose.

He gasped and struggled to get into a seated position, wincing as he touched the knot on the back of his skull.

Something moved next to him. “You all right?” Clay asked, wiping water from his face. His lip was split and there was a lot of dirt on the front of his shirt.

Sonny nodded as he took a good look at their surroundings. Cement walls and floor. Barred door. No window. A prison cell. Shit.

The man who’d sprayed them growled something in a language Sonny didn’t understand and then walked away. “D’you get that?” he asked Clay.

“His equivalent of ‘Fucking Americans’ I think,” Clay said. “My Tamazight’s rough.”

“What the hell man?” Sonny asked. “Did you see anything?”

Clay shook his head, testing the strength of the bars on the door. “Nah it was all smoke and light and then they hit me in the head. You still got your comm?”

Sonny shook his head. “They must have searched us, knife in my boot’s gone. And that water took out the button cam if it wasn’t damaged already.”

His lungs constricted painfully and he coughed wetly into his hand. “All right listen,” Clay said coming to stand close to him, back to the hall in case anyone was watching. “You’re sick. You need to let me run point on this. I’ll get us out of here.”

Sonny glared at him. “I am perfectly capable of helping us escape this hellhole.”

“I know. I’m just saying let me take point. Let me take the heat.”

“I am not letting you take the heat for anything!”

With a rattling clang the cell door slid open and four men entered. Two of them pointed automatic weapons at their captives, while the other two shoved them out of the cell and down the hall.

“Let me handle it,” Clay muttered to him.

Sonny shot him a dirty look but didn’t have time to respond as they were pushed into a new room. Sonny immediately spotted a tub of water in the corner and several more men, all holding weapons. Double shit.

He and Clay were both forced onto their knees and Sonny felt the barrel of a rifle press into the back of his still aching skull. He gritted his teeth. This was the kind of thing SERE school was made for. But that didn’t mean it was going to be easy.

The man who stepped in front of them looked familiar and Sonny had to work to conceal his surprise. Farhad Mahmoudi wasn’t supposed to be in country. In fact all their intelligence said he was hundreds of miles away at his home in Iran. This whole scouting trip had been about checking into his network and planning his assassination upon arrival. And here he was, six weeks ahead of the supposed schedule.

“I am so curious,” Farhad said, “as to why two Americans were sitting in a café in a part of town they certainly shouldn’t be visiting.”

With his neatly trimmed beard, glasses, and Ramones t-shirt he didn’t look like your typical baddie, but Sonny had learned they took all shapes and sizes. It wasn’t fair. Scum of the earth shouldn’t be allowed to like the same things as regular folks.

His English was excellent, slightly accented, and Sonny seemed to remember that he’d schooled somewhere Western, maybe London or Oxford. “Well me and my buddy here, we’re just on a bit of a vacation,” Sonny said quickly, and could feel Clay’s glare without looking. He was the senior team member. If anybody was taking heat, it was him.

“A vacation? To this country? An interesting choice. Some might even say dangerous.” Farhad’s face said he wasn’t fooled.

“Well we like a little danger.” Sonny grinned at him. “Good for a man. Keeps him strong. Ladies love that.”

“I see. This is interesting because all of the American men I have met who look like you, act like you, they are not tourists.” He fixed Sonny with a look of steel. “They are American military.”

Something slammed into Sonny’s back and he choked as he fell face-first into the floor, already sore lungs clenching in his chest as he gasped for air. He heard Clay’s surprised grunt as he hit the floor beside him.

“So which is it? Air Force? No.” Sonny felt a boot grind into his back, pinning him to the ground and he coughed painfully as his lungs were further constricted. “You are not pretty enough for the Air Force. That one is. But not you. Maybe Army?”

Sonny gasped for air as the boot moved and caught him the ribs, not hard enough to break anything, but enough to make a point. “No, not Army either. Too tough for the Army. Which leaves…” Farhad’s sneakers, black Converse, stopped directly in front of his face. “Navy. Are you Navy?”

“We’re just tourists,” Sonny ground out.

“Not regular Navy then. Regular Navy cracks under pressure. But you, you are trained for this. You are SEAL’s.”

Someone grabbed Sonny’s hair and dragged him painfully off the floor toward the tub in the corner of the room, Farhad’s voice following him as he went. “I hear SEAL’s like the water. Let’s see if this is true.”

Before Sonny could even think his head was shoved under the surface.

There were tricks to water torture. You had to turn off just enough to not really feel it, but stay with it enough to hold your breath. None of that took into account the fact that Sonny’s brush with death in a torpedo tube made water of any kind an instant panic situation. He felt his body start to thrash, tried to lift his head and gulped water instead, burning inside this throat until he thought he couldn’t take it anymore and then he was yanked from the tub, gasping, dripping, and shaking.

“Hmmm, you really can hold your breath quite a long time can’t you? Let’s see for how long.”

Sonny lost count of how many times he went under. Every time he came up he could hear Clay yelling something fierce and he could only hope that they weren’t doing anything nearly as terrible to his buddy.

His lungs grew tired and it became harder and harder not to inhale water. He was close to blacking out and if that happened he was going to drown. Every ounce of adrenaline he had in him seemed to seep away as water came up his nose and down his throat. And then, mercifully, he was pulled out and dropped onto the floor, gasping and hacking away like a dying fish.

Someone pulled him to his feet and dragged him back to the cell. Clay was tossed in beside him and the door slammed shut. “Sonny!” Clay grabbed his arm and rolled him onto his side. “Sonny talk to me.”

Sonny’s chest felt like it was on fire so it took him a second to gasp out an answer. “I’m…okay,” he finally managed.

“God could you be any more stupid?” Clay asked, his voice shaky. “Next time let me take it.”

“What’d,” Sonny hacked, trying to clear mucus from his throat, “what’d you tell them?”

“Stuck with your story. We’re backpacking. Always wanted to see Morocco. Asked if they knew the best place to get some girls.”

Sonny tried to bark out a laugh but it came out as a cough instead. “Your storytelling is always something.” He managed to heave himself up and back against the wall so he could look at his friend. “They hurt you? You were yelling pretty loud.”

Clay shook his head. “Not really. Couple kicks here and there. I’m fine. I was yelling to try and get them to stop, not that they were listening. Farhad made it pretty clear they only need one of us. And I don’t think he’s particular about which one it is. He’s ready to pit us against each other, see who cracks first.”

Triple shit.

#SEAL Team #Sonny Quinn #Clay Spenser #Lisa Davis #Jason Hayes #Mercy is Out of Your Reach #Chapter 1 #Sonny whump #Clay whump #Savis #Water torture #Illness #Beating

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a-race-of-cannibal-ducks · 4 years

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Chapter 1.

Yes, I haven’t considered a title for this yet. This is only chapter 1 of a 2, perhaps 3, part fic about Jem, Will and Jessamine aged fourteen (thank Herondale for this idea). It’s sad, it’s angsty and apparently the plot made people cry! It’s quite Jessamine centeric, but also focuses a lot on Jem and Will. Withought giving much away: arguments, crying. Enjoy. (Also please note I know Sophie wasn’t with them at the time, but I suck with names so Herondale and I decided all maids were Sophie now).

Spirits were anything but high and tensions were anything but low. A series of missing - presumed dead - mundanes had sparked the attention of the London Institute and Enclave, leading to tri-weekly meetings lead by an ever-more growing stressed Charlotte Branwell and an incredibly tired Henry Branwell. At morning breakfast, the tension was palpable.

Sitting around the large square table, were the residents of the London Insitutue, a low murmer filling the room as food was brought out and set down in the centre of the table. Toast, eggs, bacon - often enjoyable foods the people sitting around the table would savour. But no one seemed to be collecting anything for their plate. Everyone's eyes seemed to be stern and sorrowful.

"Oh do please have something," Charlotte sighed, lightly buttering a slice of browned toast. "It'll keep your energy up," she added, stealing a quick glance at her husband, Henry, whose eyes seemed to be trained to his copy of the news paper. The news paper had been surpisingly useful as of late, stating whether or not the mudanes had returned - dead or alive.

Sucking in a shallow breathe, Charlotte asked,"is there anything of use in there today?"

Henry shook his head, taking a sip of the steaming cup of tea which Sophie had poured for him. "Nothing I can find, but I'm looking." The reply was quick, uncertain, especially as updates had been appearing within the first few pages of the newspaper if there had been any.

Across from Charlotte and Henry, sat Jessamine, her face pressed to her hand as she picked at the corner of her toast spread with a thin layer of strawberry jam. "It's not like he's doing a good job of it; he's probably missed something," Jessamine bit, her tone laced with frustration. Being fourteen, it wasn't much of her place to be doing work on this case, nor her position to comment on the ability of Shadowhunters her senior.

"I don't suppose you'd do much better," Will replied, shooting an angered look at Jessamine. He, like Jessamine, was also fourteen and unable to be much of an assistance to anyone (in fact, one may call him a nuisance with the amount of remarks he seemed to make whenever tasked with helping out Charlotte or Henry) but still criticised Jessamine.

At this, Jessamine looked affronted - she wasn't known to be much of a worker nor a trainer, in fact, she despised the idea of even becoming a Shadowhunter at all. Often, she'd refuse to handle any and all weapons, she had only read very certain parts of the Shadowhunter's Codex, and wasn't very attentive to her studies. So, rather than replying, she scowled and continued to stare at her toast.

"Do stop the unnecessary bickering," Jem, Will's parabatai, replied, waiting for some angered reply from Jessamine which didn't come. Instead it was a weary Charlotte who had just checked the large clock behind her for time.

"Benedict and the rest of the Enclave will be here presently... Henry and I will be in the Great Library, but please try to leave us undisturbed," Charlotte spoke, her tone almost pleading as she rose. They were very often interrupted by anyone of the younger Shadowhunters whilst in the middle of a meeting - but this one was important. Charlotte gently tugged at the hand of Henry once she was standing fully, an urge to pry him away from the newspaper which had been ruled useless nonsense.

"Is there anything which needs doing?" Jem asked before Henry and Charlotte had exited, his tone was more quiet than usual, despite getting a world more sleep the night before. The question earned groans and sighs from Will and Jessamine, people who did not want to do anything extra.

But Charlotte shook her head. "No, I don't believe there is. If you'd like to catch up on studies or perhaps do some weapons training? Do be careful though." Charlotte directed her last sentence as Will as Jem nodded and the two older shadowhunters departed the room.

It took a good few more moments before Sophie appeared, a small smile on her face and her cap slightly askew. "Are you all finished?" her tone joyful and slightly accented with a cockney accent.

"Send Agatha my thanks," Will joked, seemingly ignoring the previous slight altercation. Although, when he looked down at his plate, he still saw his slice of toast and rash of back, almost perfectly intact.

Standing up, Will and Jem pushed in their chairs as they began to leave the grand dining room, leaving Jessamine sat in her seat, head still pressed to her hands. "Why do you always have to do everything together?" She asked as immediate regret filled her. She hurriedly pushed in her chair to catch up with the boys.

"Well," Will started, his tone already dripping in sarcasm. "Would you care to spar, Miss Lovelace?" he knelt in an almost proposal sort of way while Jem stood behind him, shaking his head very lightly.

"Of course I don't!" Jessamine exclaimed, throwing her hands up in a piqued manor. How dare he? Of course she didn't want to spar with him!

"Why ever not?" Will laughed, coming up from the position on the ground. "Are you afraid I'd win?" he asked, turning to Jem, who was doing nothing to diffuse the situation yet. "James Carstairs, your thoughts?" Will asked.

Jem blinked a few times, trying to focus himself back in. During the second brief altercation, he'd let his mind wander a little and found himself disconnected and relatively dizzy. "Perhaps we could interest Jessie in something we could all enjoy, hm?" His tone was light and kind. It was a talent of his, the ability to find a solution for everybody.

"I'm not afraid of anything you do William, but more, a lady doesn't fight!" Jessamine retorted.

"A lady?" Will scoffed. "You're a Shadowhunter, Jessamine! That's all you'll be, and a bloody bad one at that if you keep up the way which you're going. I very much doubt you've attended a single weaponry lesson, and only occasionally bother to turn up for other such studies!" William wasn't angry at her, per say, she could do as she pleased for all he cared, but it was something which Will knew would upset Jessamine. She never wanted to be here, to be a Shadowhunter. But neither did Will. Infact, none of them chose to even be in the London Institute anyway!

Jessamine felt the breath leave her body for a second, wide eyed. How could he say such a thing? She didn't have to be a Shadowhunter and she didn't need to learn Shadowhunter things! Tears pricked the back of her eyes and flashes of her mother and father shone behind her eyes. Oh how she missed them.

"You can't say that!" Jessamine spoke, her voice raised, not saying more for fear of the prickling tears becoming streaming ones.

"I can't? Well, I am aware I have a voice, so-" Will got cut off.

Jem had moved from behind Will to be standing in front of them both, a frustrated look on his pale and tired eyes. Jem always came to be the mediator - never Charlotte, never Henry - it was always Jem. Often, he was fine with it, allowing himself to have an open mind and take no sides. But this time... everything Will had said to Jessamine, it truly exasperated him to no end, but Jem also wasn't one to lose his temper.

"Take a moment," Jem started, taking a breath that was harder than it should have been. "Think about what you're both saying." He coughed. "Will, d-do you really... think that's what you o-ought to be," Jem coughed again, a few more times, bringing the taste of metal to the back of his mouth.

"Jem... are you feeling alright?" Will ask, sudden vulnerability rushing into his voice, rather than the sarcastic and hurtful tone he used to jab at Jessamine.

Jessamine stood motionless, still reeling from Will's prior comment, and now Jem. She knew he was ill, but not to which nature nor degree - it wasn't a highly discussed subject and Charlotte kept much of the details very hush-hush. But she knew the Silent Brothers were unable to cure whatever troubled him and, she'd heard, a few comments here-and-there passed around that death was inevitable.

Brushing off the concern, Jem went on. "Ought to be saying while the Institute is..." he tried to take a breath again, but it was harder, his chest was tight and heavy. He closed his eyes briefly for a moment of solidarity, but the moment he opened them again, everything was dimmer than he remembered and he could feel himself slowly collapse to the ground, a fit of coughing wracked his body.

"Jem," Will said hurriedly, dropping to the ground beside his friend as he supported his head, pulling out the handkerchief he had stuffed into his black trouser pocket and handed it to Jem. Will glared at Jessamine who was frozen in shock and terror, her heart pounding in her throat and she could feel the blood rushing in her ears.

"This is your fault," Will bit at Jessamine, colder than she had ever heard before. "If you hadn't said anything..." Will knew it wasn't Jessamine's fault, he knew it wasn't but he couldn't do much more than blame her.

Shaking, Jessamine shoved her arms into a crossed position, trying to fend off all of the memories which she and Jem had. Although she would never admit it, she saw quite a friend in Jem. Whenever she was having a difficult time at night, Jem would happily come to her room, to have conversations about whatever she wanted to, play with her dolls if she liked. Jem would play Father doll and Jessamine would play Mother and Baby Jessie doll. It was always a normal day they would playout, breakfast, piano, reading together. Jessamine's eyes welled up further with tears, this time she couldn't blink them back.

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l1ana · 6 years

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Imagine being able to hold Thors' hammer

Summary: Yeet, idfk I'm in a car thinking this up so yEAH—

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You were the main one to usually tidy up after the messes that the rest of the avengers made in the tower; that included repairing destroyed parts of it. After all, it was the least you could do to repay Tony for letting you in as one of the family. Unfortunately, being let into the family also meant being the main target for idiot or cruel pranks cast upon you by the rest of the team. It was hard to get used to at first, but you eventually made way to accept that everyone were just as goofy and carefree on the inside as they were on the outside— They never meant you any harm.

Today was no different. Long story short: some idiot tried to attack the tower, lots of collateral damage to the tower, you going to clean up the tower. “[Name], you know I have money for a reason, right?” Tony asked, walking underneath the ladder you stood on with a coffee mug in hand. “Yeah but fixing things is my specialty. Consider it a second hobby besides helping you guys kick the shit out of bad guys.” “Language.” Steve groaned, relaxing into the couch. A smirk graced your face. “Figured you'd say that.” Tony took a seat at the dining room table.

“That guy was... Tough.” Clint exhaled an aggravated sigh. “Yeah, tell me about it.” Natasha added. “Are you all okay? I can fix you some cup of tea if you'd like.” You said, waving your hand upwards to have a multitude of tools make their way to the walls and initiated the cleanup. “No, no, [Name]. It's quite alright.” Bucky dismissed, still wondering how you could be in such a happy-go-lucky mood after what the hell just happened.

You reached your left hand downwards, expecting one of your tools to fly into hand. “Uhhh, I can't seem to find my hammer. Can someone get an extra from the closet?” At those words, an idea popped into a certain gods mind. Now he sure enough wasn't the mischievous type compared to his brother Loki, but Thor did enjoy teasing you as much as everyone else did. Clint stared at him with that knowing look in his eyes, fully aware of what the deity had in mind. It was quite obvious to everyone what Thor was thinking, and most of them groaned in dismay or laughed in agreement.

“You honestly can't find any other way to act smooth, can you?” Tony remarked with a sip of his drink. Unlike the others, the capabilities of Thors legendary hammer Mjolnir hadn't been leaked to you at all. And since you hadn't the slightest clue to whatever Thor was brainstorming, this only worked to his favor. “Of course he can't. The only way he knows how to is by telling his long tales of being a god and whatever.” Sam stated with a wave of his hand. To elaborate on what they were saying— Thor may have developed a small l̶a̶r̶g̶e̶ liking towards you. Just a little bit. But honestly, he wasn't the only one.

“You guys just can't leave the poor girl alone for one minute, can you?” Wanda laid back into the recliner while making said comment. “Hey, I'm not the one thinking it up.” Bruce waved his hands around in defense. “Nor am I.” Clint added before doubling with a, “But just in case, 30 bucks saying she'll hold it.” Que the loud and obviously ticked off groans from Steve. “That's a really low move,” He grumbled, throwing his left arm atop of his face. “..... 50 saying she will.”

Bucky threw a pillow at his companions stomach, scolding him for indulging in this idiot plan to make you swoon for Thor. “10 on her not holding it.” Until giving in himself for why not sakes.

Before they knew it, the team was all making quiet bets deciding whether or not your palm could properly wrap around the handle of the legendary hammer without falling. The good news if you couldn't hold it was that Thor could catch you —due to the weight of the hammer knocking you off balance and sending you quickly gravitating towards the floor— in one arm and his hammer in another, looking dashing and being seen in your eyes as ‘hero’. And even if you could hold it, to which he HIGHLY doubted, he'd be getting paid. It was a win-win on either side.

Snickers and moans, followed by a few discouraging comments courtesy of Sam, flew around as Thor aproached the ladder you stood at with Mjolnir behind his back. “[Name], I have the hammer you seek-” Once he turned his eyes up, he immediately dragged them back down to the floor with a crimson stroking his usual pale skin, not wanting to come off as ungentlemanly for staring at your rump. A cough came from his mouth as you opened a free hand and held it out, expecting the hammer to be set into your palm. “Thank you Thor.” Oh goodness your voice was like catnip to a catnip-starved street feline. He absolutely adored it with his entire heart and soul. Almost made him feel bad for what he was about to do. “E-ehem! You're deeply welcome, my dear [Name].” He said, pulling his weapon from behind him and holding it by the base, setting the handle within your palm. His head clocked back towards the team, who either gave a look of affirmation or one of disagreement to his action.

Thor sighed, his fingers releasing grip of the iron block and opening his arms out, ready to catch you.

Nothing happened.

It went dead silent in the tower, the only sound being you hammering the nail into the wall to finish hanging the picture. The amount of jaws that dropped was immesurable. Thor turned his head round to witness the shocked expressions written over his team mates faces. Oh yeah, they looked like all hell had been loose. Deciding to dart his gaze upwards to where they all directed their sights, he joined the rest of the avengers in this awestricken state.

There you were, twirling the hammer in your hand innocently as you wiped the sweat glands forming on your forehead. “There we go. Good as new.” You remarked with a chirp, pushing the picture frame to be straight and neat. You slid down the ladder as the tools fell back into your small toolbox, the top closing itself instinctively with a satisfying snap. “This is quite the odd modeling for a hammer. But nevertheless, thank you for the help. If I had moved, it might've been raining wrenches and iron bits, heh.” A gloved hand, your hand exactly, scratched the nape of your neck as you giggled nervously. Due to your close-eyed grin, you were unable to catch glimpse of Thors' undescribable expression that painted his face.

“I’ll get going to the outside now. Y-you all have fun!” With that you dashed through the living room on your way to the balcony, opening your eyes and taking notice of everyone's faces. “What's wrong? I can always lend an ear if need be.” You chuckled, leaving them all in wake of those words.

“She held it.” Clint was the first to speak up amongst the group, putting a wall between the quietness. “She actually held it.” His mouth was wide enough to stuff and entire pie in as he said that. “She actually held it.” Sam took a long hard stare at his drink, eyes furrowing. What the hell was in it? He wasn't drunk right now, right? Oh well, whatever was in it -or left in it- was gone, down his throat. Natasha just smirked in a know-it-all fashion, retorting “That's what you all get for underestimating the power of [Name],” “Aka the power of unrelenting kindness.” Wanda and Nat did a little fist bump. “Name's worthy... Totally didn't see that coming.” Steve said sarcastically with a smug look. He already foresaw the hammer within your threshold long ago after witnessing what a charismatic young lady you were, always willing to help whenever.

“See, this is the part where I wake up because I know I did not just let a 200 go to waste.” Tony said, pinching his cheeks. Everybody was stuck in conversation, dishing out surprised comments or bragging about the money they got simply from the bet. However, Thor wasn't making any comments at all. No gasps, no inhales, nothing. Just nothing. It was blatantly obvious that he was the most stunned of all. Bruce smirked. “What's the matter Thor? Someone finally picked up the claimed ‘unholdable’ hammer and now you're quiet?”

“To be honest, [Name] is probably the worthiest of us all.” Peter said. “I mean, she has a heart of gold. Literal gold.” He fawned over how much of a sweetheart you absolutely were. Pietro nodded in agreement. “She's a gracious girl with nothing but purity within her.”

It goes without saying that this whole idea of ‘worthy’ didn't define as much to everyone as it did to Thor. So many roads were being laid out before his very eyes revolving around you. This had so many different meanings, so many different futures. You could take place as a ruler of Asgard. You could possibly transend and become a goddess. The head attached to the mop of blonde hair was sent into a ditzy. He was in this state of rethinking literally everything that's eved occured in his life. His emotions were a mix of shock, rage, joy, and so much more— all of them swirling n him and creating a feeling he didn't even know existed. There was no way to even give it proper words. “Hey, Thor.” Rhodney snapped his fingers, eliciting the other to awaken from his daydream. “Oh, yes?”

“So, whatcha gonna do now?”

“What do you mean?”

“[Name] held your hammer. This obviously means something besides the fact that she's boiling with love to spread.” Bucky said. “Isn't there something more to it...?”

“I have to marry her.” Thor said without hesitation. “What?” Everyone in the room perked their heads up. “Asgard must be ruled over with those the hammer deems worthy, and [Name] is without a doubt worthy.” Oh how Steve was happy that he didn't pull the hammer off the table that time when they were all drinking. “Awww, so you finally get a shot to kiss wittle old [Name]y-waymey.” Tony mocked, making fake smooching noises. “He wasn't ever going to make a move on his own, I think it's good that the hammer got involved.” Pietro commented.

“Jeez it's blazing hot out there.” Speak of the devil, there you were, emerging from the outside with sweat running down your body, your clothes almost soaked in the substance. “I could use a drink right about now.” Waltzing your way to the fridge, you bent down and picked out a small glass of water, chugging it down in one gulp and releasing an ‘ahhh’ of satisfaction.

Thor felt something hit his head; A pillow. Glaring at the one who threw it, the god sighed at Clints childish act yet got the message. He inhaled, mustering all the courage he could and walking up to you. “Uhm, lady [Name], I could really-” “Hey Thor. Here's your hammer back.” You turned and greeted, opening his palm to place the hammer in it. “W-wait, you knew this was mines...?” He asked questioningly. “Yup. You always walk around with it after all,” A light laugh emitted as he took the time to process this. “It's pretty light for a hammer that only gods can pick up. Does that make me a goddess?” Everyone overhearing this in the living room snickered. No doubt about it, Thor was going to go crazy.

“Wellll, I guess since it's your hammer, that technically makes me your goddess!”

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takaraphoenix · 5 years

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Okay but consider this: SH soulmates AU where when you meat your soulmate a golden energy cuff forms on your writs, keeping you together until you kiss and make up. The moment Jace meets Magnus they get stuck together. Jace kisses Magnus hoping it'll solve it but apparently the make up means more like "establish an actual emotional bond that will ensure you won't run for the hills" and is required. Alec cackles a lot at Jace until Jace gleefully informs him Alec will be making excuses for-- 1/2

2/2 –him at the Institute because Jace is NOT coming home soulbond-shackled to a warlock with reputation. Lots of Jagnus UST and banter. Maybe in the end Jace gets his revenge when Alec gets equally chained to a random mundie/wolf 👀 on a mission. Also a nice layer of angst because back when Alec had a crush on Jace he knew they aren’t soulmates.

*frowns at you* Why are you doing this to me? I see this as a personal attack on my person. I am supposed to write this hella smutty PWP Ethan/Nico/Jason/Percy foursome that somehow already has 12 pages and they ain’t even together yet, I don’t have time to get distracted by shiny Jagnus–

Magnus blinked, a half-amused look on his face. Thepretty blonde in front of him looked mainly annoyed. Not so much atMagnus personally - or so Magnus assumed - but rather the situation.

Not everyone was lucky enough to meettheir soulmate. Those who did ended up literally linked to eachother. A golden glowing link that tied them together and didn't allowmuch room to move apart from each other. The direct connection lasteduntil a mental connection was established.

Until the bond was fully accepted andformed.

Usually, that happened rather quickly.It was a natural reaction, to fall in love with your soulmate. Theyusually always found an angle they shared, something that connectedthem. Then, when they shared True Love's kiss, the physical bindingsdissolved, leaving nothing but a golden ring around their wrists toindicate that they had indeed already found their soulmate. And thenthey lived happily ever after.

As things stood, having a bunch ofShadowhunters in his loft after an attack on his club was notentirely how Magnus had imagined meeting his soulmate. Though theblonde with the plush lips and mismatched eyes was very niceto look at.

“Well. That's unexpected”, notedthe very tall one.

“Oh, really, Alec. Thanks forthe input”, snarked pretty blonde.

Magnus smiled amused. “Now, now. Noneed to fight. How about some introductions? Magnus Bane, it's apleasure to meet you.”

“Jace Wayland”, grunted the blonde,seizing Magnus up. “How do we get rid of those cuffs?”

“True Love's kiss. That's always whatdoes the trick”, offered Alec and rolled his eyes.

Jace sighed and grabbed Magnus by theneck with his free hand. He offered Magnus a questioning look atwhich the warlock leaned down to seal Jace's lips. They were soft andJace gladly parted them for him. The Shadowhunter was surprisinglycompliant and Magnus found himself wrapping his free arm aroundJace's waist to hold him in place, as though he was afraid Jace wasjust going to melt away beneath him. When they parted, golden-blueeyes stared up at Magnus in a way the warlock could easily get usedto.

“Well, that didn't work”, notedAlec in the same deadpan voice as before.

“Great”, grunted Jace annoyed as helooked down. “Just... great.”

“Guess you're stuck together untilyou come to a mutual understanding of each other”, stated Alec witha slight snicker. “Wonderful. You could have a tea, share childhoodstories. Oh, maybe you can wear matching clothes.”

“Laugh all you want. You're the onewho has to come up with some kind of explanation”, growledJace, wagging a finger at Alec. “Come up with an excuse, something,anything. I just... I am not returning to the Institute,chained to the High Warlock of Brooklyn.”

Magnus made a slightly amused face atthat. It was fair enough; everybody knew the Clave only pretended tobe progressive. They didn't care much for Downworlders.

“Fine”, sighed Alec before heturned to glare at Magnus father fiercely. “You. If you harm myparabatai, I'm coming back for you and I don't care if you're theHigh Warlock of Brooklyn or not.”

“I assure you, harming my soulmate isnot something I'd ever do”, promised Magnus honestly, a bittouched by the Shadowhunter's concern for Magnus' soulmate.

And now that was a thought that filledMagnus with warmth. His soulmate. So many centuries alone. Now,finally, he had found his other half. He was never going tolet harm come to Jace, he was going to do his everything to protectJace from here on out.

“It's a slumber party then”,chuckled Magnus cheerfully.

“Just until we forge this...connection, whatever”, grunted Jace defensively.

“Of course, of course. For now,drinks?”, offered Magnus.

Jace heaved a sigh and accepted hisdrink gladly while watching the others leave the loft. This was goingto be... an experience.

Jace wake up feeling warm and surprisingly well-rested.He blinked blearily and looked around, just to notice that he wassleeping on someone's chest, in a bed that wasn't his own. Said otherperson was the reason he felt so warm. An arm was wrapped around hiswaist, holding him close.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?”

Blinking slowly, Jace looked up at Magnus Bane. Thewarlock was smirking down at him, looking decidedly too handsome thatearly in the morning. Jace had heardabout him. Heard all about the High Warlock with the changingbed-companions. Even more of a reputation than Jace. Then again, healso was at it for a couple more centuries than Jace. Now Jace had aplayboy soulmate, huh. Well, probably served him right; he had neverbeen very chaste either. Still – how was Jace going to live up tocenturies of most likely incredible sex? Not to mention, he was aShadowhunter, Magnus was a warlock. Neither of their communities weregoing to be big fans of that.

“...What happened?”,grunted Jace and looked at their linked hands.

They were holdinghands, the hands that were cuffed together with the goldensoulmate-bound. Their hands were laying on Magnus' chest, right nextto Jace's face. He considered getting up and bolting, but then again– where to? They had maybe two inches of range with the cuffs.

“We drank. A lot. Andthen you fell asleep on me. It was a bit difficult maneuvering youinto the bed, but I made due”, chuckled Magnus. “You're a heavysleeper.”

Actually, he wasn't. Hewas a very light sleeper; being raised by his father had done that tohim. Was this the effect of the soulmate thing...? Was... hissoulmate seriously making him feel safe enough to sleep? No. That wasridiculous. Right? Sure, soulmates were supposed to be all of that –protection, safety, love – but he didn't even knowthe guy. Magnus' arm felt heavy on his waist all of a sudden, likeJace was acutely aware of it now. Warm, oddly comforting.

“Great. So. What arewe going to do about this...?”,grunted Jace, pointing at their joined hands.

“Get to know eachother to establish the soul-bond to solve the soul-bound”, offeredMagnus.

“That'll require moredrinking”, muttered Jace pointedly.

There was alot of drinking. They basicallyturned sharing their past into a drinking game and a competition. HowJace's mother had died before his birth and how he had been raised byhis father alone, that was until Jace witnessed the bloody death ofMichael Wayland. Magnus' mother had killed herself and Magnus hadended up killing his stepfather, who had not been able to deal withthe warlock child either. Faced with that, and also quite some drinksin, Jace had opened up about the abuse he had suffered at the handsof his father – the story of his falcon and... quite some more.

At that point, theybasically got lost in a competition of all the things that went wrongin their lives. Every wrong decision, every disappointment, everybroken heart and broken bone. It was oddly cathartic, for the both ofthem. Most of those things, neither had ever shared with someoneelse.

By the time eveningrolled around, they were both rather drunk and emotionally drained.Leaning against each other, they made their way to the bedroom andcollapsed on it arm in arm.

“For what it'sworth”, started Jace, voice low and a little lulled. “I'llnever... cheat on you. I don't do that shit. Like, whatever we'regonna be, I'm not gonna betray your trust like that.”

Magnus smiled faintly,feeling touched. “Thank you, sweetheart. And I promise, I'll notlet love destroy either of us. I'll not let something happen to youagain.”

Looking at Magnus –at the most powerful warlock in all of New York and most likelybeyond – Jace couldn't help but actually believe those words. Hehad never felt that safe with someone before. He had never sharedmost of those things with anyone but his parabatai. Was this it? Wasthis why soulmates existed? To have someone to rely on, to trust, toprotect and be protected by?

“I...”, startedJace softly before leaning in.

“Yes”, agreedMagnus slowly, bridging the last inch between them.

This kiss feltimpossibly soft, like their lips were barely touching. And when theyparted, Magnus could freely cup Jace's face with both hands. Not thateither of them noticed, they were too lost in each other's eyes. Jacesighed contently and laid down on Magnus' chest, closing his eyes.

Magnus woke up withquite the headache from drinking all day yesterday and also with anodd feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had never talked thisfreely about his mother with anyone but Catarina and Ragnor. Therereally was a truth to soulmates though; he had instantly felt like hecould trust Jace and hearing his soulmate open up to him had told himhe had made the right call.

Using his magic, Magnussummoned a large breakfast for them both and sat up. That was when henoticed that he could use both his hands freely. He stared inamazement at the golden tattoo around his wrist, the band signifyingthat he had found his soulmate. From that, he turned to look at hispeacefully sleeping soulmate. The blonde was still snuggled up tohim. Which, in itself, was kind of nice. To wake up to someone,feeling his warmth pressed against him. It felt comfortable. Safe.

“You're staring atme. It's creepy, Bane”, grunted Jace teasingly.

“Well, seems likeyou'd have to get used to it”, countered Magnus, waving at Jace.

It took the blonde amoment to realize why Magnus was waving at him – their hands. Theywere free. Wait. How... Had sharing about their crappy childhoodsseriously forged a deep enough bond to break the stupid magic? Jaceturned his hand curiously, staring at it.

“Huh. So... uhm...What now?”, inquired Jace slowly.

“Now, breakfast. AndI suspect you have work. Perhaps... a date, after?”, suggestedMagnus gently.

“Sounds... like aplan”, agreed Jace with a small smile.

#kimmycup #IF YOU WANT MORE #YOU WRITE IT BABE #(*refers to the Balec*)#OTP: keep it in your pants #Jagnus #Magnus Bane #Jace Herondale #Shadowhunters #Fanfiction #Soulmate AU

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