#but anything that even SMELLS left wing is totally fine to ignore even if it’s not really left wing

[lavenderwhore444]

Ah shit here we go again

Btw this is moth shigaraki

So imagine this you work at this place that’s like a zoo that has moths and other creatures ( u can tell I’m struggling) so ur coworkers were trying to get this baby moth inside it’s cage but it kept panicking and crying ( I think u know who is this baby moth) u went to see what’s up that’s how u saw the most beautiful moth u ever seen, you picked up the baby moth ( meanwhile ur coworkers were panicking) it just calmed down everyone was 👁👄👁 long story short u were now in charge of shigaraki, u took care of him feed him u did everything, until he was literally taller then u are ( moths grow up fast ok?) shigaraki was in love with u even when u had ur days off ( he absolutely hated when u had to leave home boy would throw tantrums) he would never let anyone touch him if anyone did they might of lost a couple of fingers, when u came back from ur break he would be attach to ur hip he would not let go not to mention he probably scratched the hell out of his neck so u had to deal with that, oh yeah he was overprotective of u won’t anyone touch u

Let’s just say u were super sick so u had to take a week off, u were devastated that ur not gonna be able to see shigaraki (u had to admit that u have fallen in love with him) so for now u were trying to get better, meanwhile shigaraki was losing his shit he thought u left him ( or dead💀 lmao) he couldn’t wait anymore so he escaped, it was easy finding where u lived since he memorized ur scent, u suddenly heard a noise come out of room ( u went to get some water or something idk sis) as u entered u found shigaraki, shigaraki ran to u and just hugged ( basically crashed u with his two sets of arms) he started to cry he wouldn’t let go, u got super worried and asked him what’s wrong, so he explained what happened then u suddenly felt super weak and almost fainted shigaraki was panicking asking if ur ok, u said that u had a fever thats all, shigaraki just put u back on the bed, shigaraki finally had the opportunity to repay u, he had read somewhere that sex can help ( it’s totally not an excuse for him to see u naked) he just wants to please u( his mommy 😏) his wings vibrated at the thought of pleasing u, let just say u had no problem with it. ( so when shigaraki is done reader flops shigaraki on the bed and fucks the shit out of him as a thank u gift lollll)

Kinks umm sub shigaraki whos eager to please and dom reader, this one hundred percent has a mommy kink umm I cant think of anything, this isn’t my best ideas so feel free to ignore this 😔😫

-🤡

Storms

Tomothura :) 🦋

I'm sleepy, and I want milk and cookies. Not to flex, but I only have to see my therapist every other week cause ig I'm just perfect.

Update I now see her once a week and have to take dbt a THIRD (?) time

I have a bad smell and taste in my mouth and nose from covid. It reminds me of meatballs but in the worst way :/

Warnings: masturbation, heat, vaginal sex, humping, loss of virginity (both parties), breeding, & mommy kink.

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I have rewritten this six times. No matter how much I write, whether it's 100 words or 1,000,000 words, I can't create a smooth transition between y/n's like caregiver (?) relationship with Shiggy to a romantic/sexual relationship with him. To put it simply, I give up 💀 . HOWEVER, I did cook up another scenario in my mind, so even though I have strayed from the original blueprint, I will still deliver a moth Shigaraki fic to all of you <3

To those of you brave people who aren't scared of storms:

1) I envy you.

2) I apologize because I need y/n to be scared of storms for my plot.

Thinking abt writing a poly relationship with y/n shigaraki and dabi. It’d just be so cute.

On another unrelated note: why did I get put on the gross end of scent kinks (yes, those exist)? Instead of being like, “mmm sexy cologne,” I'm like, “Dabi reeking after being on a long mission and cuddling, so I have to smell him and get his sweat on me, ” like Claire. Control yourself.

It was a beautiful night. The only light around you was the moon, the stars, and dozens of fireflies. It was warm and calm, no wind, no rain, not even a chill though the sun had set. You walked further through the forest. Your friends had gotten tired and retired to the campsite. You, however, had chosen to wander some more. You found clarity in the woods at night.

You stumbled upon a beautiful pond surrounded by luscious green trees. Lily pads floated in the water, and frogs croaked. The number of fireflies had increased, and little fairy circles littered the ground (you were careful not to step in them). There was a little cabin up a small hill. It had wooden walls and small windows which stopped you from seeing the inside.

You checked the time, 12:55 a.m. As you walked back, it started to rain. Great. A little rain never hurt anyone, right? But then it began to storm. The kind of storm that knocked loose widow makers, that made the ground shake, and could cause mudslides. You had to get inside and fast. You were closest to the cottage from earlier, and the trees got thicker by your campsite. You ran back as fast as you could and knocked on the door.

“Hello? Is anyone in there? It's storming, and my campsite is too far away, ” you called.

“It's open, ” a voice called.

You opened the door and shut it quickly, not wanting to be out in the storm for a second longer. Then, you took off your shoes.

“I’m making tea for us, ” the voice said.

“Oh, it's ok. You really don't have to-”

“I didn't ask you, ” the voice said again, “just accept my hospitality, ”

You sat down on the couch and scrolled through your phone. Even though you had sworn it had 50% left, it was now nearly dead.

“Do you have a phone charger I could borr-” the lights flickered off, “never mind, ”

Here you were, trapped in a stranger's house as it stormed with nothing but a dead phone and no power. The stranger walked into the room, and your first reaction was to scream.

“Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you, ” Shigaraki said, setting down your tea.

“You're- you have- what are- y-you have, ” you stuttered in shock.

“Yeah, I've got wings and shit. Calm down, ” Tomura said, taking a sip of his tea.

You sat in silence for a moment as you processed.

“I'm tomura shigaraki, ” he said, “if we're stuck here together while it storms, we might as well know each other's names, ”

“I'm y/n, ” you said.

“Pretty name, ” Shigaraki said.

“Thank you, ” you nodded, “so how long do you think the storm will last?”

“No idea, but here it can rain for up to five days, ” he said.

“Oh, ” you said.

“It’ll be fine. I've got food for both of us, ” Shigaraki said.

“No, that's not what I'm worried about. I'm just scared of-” thunder roared, and lightning struck. You nearly jumped out of your seat.

“You're scared of storms, ” he finished, “you can come sit next to me if it would make you feel better or whatever, ” he offered.

You nodded and sat next to him. Despite looking...strange, his presence was very comforting. More thunder and lighting caused you to jump. He wrapped one of his soft wings around you.

“You're fine, y/n. Don't worry, ok?” Tomura said.

Did he know why he was letting you sit so close to him? No. Did he know why he wanted to comfort you? Also no.

“You're wet, ” he said.

You nearly choked, “what?”

“I’ll give you some clothes while yours are in the dryer, ” he said, getting up.

“Can I come with you?” you said, “I don't want to be alone, ”

He sighed, “sure, come on, ”

You both headed up to his room, and he threw you some clothes. Shigaraki looked at you, waiting patiently.

“Well?” he said.

“I'm not gonna change in front of you, ” you said, cheeks glowing bright red.

“I don't know why you're making it a big deal, ” he muttered, turning away.

Truthfully he'd never seen anyone naked and had lived alone most of his life. When he thought about you naked or even just in your underwear, he felt strange.

“I'll be right back, ” he muttered, heading to the bathroom.

He had a strange urge to touch himself, so he indulged. After unzipping his pants, he cupped his hardening cock gently and hissed at the new sensation. It felt weird but good. So good. He wrapped a hand around it and started stroking it gently, nearly moaning out loud.

He turned on the sink to mask any accidental noises. He kept stroking for a while longer, stifling even more noises. Soon he felt an intense tingling sensation in his balls that seemed to grow stronger and spread throughout his cock. As he finally burst, his whole body relaxed, and thick, white sticky liquid shot out of his dick. It was foreign to him, but it felt wonderful.

Meanwhile, outside, you had heard everything. You sat on the bed awkwardly as Tomura came out of the bathroom. He took your wet clothes.

“The um dryer is just downstairs, ” he said, looking towards the floor, “if you want to come with, ”

“Sure, ” you nodded, following behind him.

With your clothes in the dryer, you both sat downstairs on the couch. It was silent until you decided to try and lighten the mood.

“So what um do you like to do for fun?” you asked.

“I like games a lot, ” he said, taking a carrot off a plate of vegetables he'd gotten the two of you.

“I like games too, ” you smiled.

The both of you talked about games for a while until you nearly passed out.

“Hey, head upstairs. I'll take the couch, ” Shigaraki said, noticing your eyelids fluttering shut.

“No, I don't want to take your bed, ” you yawned.

“Get upstairs y/n. I'm serious just sleep in my fucking bed, ” Shigaraki ordered.

“But-, ”

“No, no buts, ” he interrupted.

“The least I can do is let you sleep with me. Won't you crush your wings on the couch?” you said.

“Fine. If it makes you feel better, I guess, ” Shigaraki mumbled.

You both walked upstairs. Shigaraki found a toothbrush for you, and you got into bed with him. You slept back to back, but it was cold. No, frigid. He could tell by the way you were shivering. He turned towards you and held you with both pairs of arms. A wing draped over you, and he rested his chin on your head.

“Don’t make it weird, ” he grunted.

“Ok, ” you said, sleep clouding your mind.

By the following day, you had turned towards him, and you both were completely tangled in each other. It was still storming when you woke up. You pulled Shigaraki closer, savoring his warmth.

“Morning, sleepyhead, ” he said.

“Morning, ” you responded.

He stroked your hair gently, wings humming quietly. He flipped on the light, and to your surprise, it worked. The power was back on!

“I’ll make breakfast, ” you said, getting up.

He pulled you back down, “ten more minutes. You're warm, ”

Ten minutes turned into an hour as you dozed off again. You couldn't help it, he was warm, and his nimble fingers traced designs on your back. The bed was so soft, and so were his wings. After a while, he woke you up, poking your cheek.

“Can you still make breakfast?” he said, smiling down at you.

You looked so beautiful with messy hair and tired eyes. Shigaraki couldn't help himself as he traced a finger over your lips. He saw the blush on your cheeks and rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip.

“You have nice lips, ” he whispered.

“Thank you, ” you said.

He sensed your breathing pick up along with your heartbeat.

“Your heart is beating really fast, y/n, ” Shigaraki said, bringing his face closer to yours, “are you alright?”

“Yeah. yeah, I'm fine, ” you said, “don't worry about me, ”

He nodded, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“If you say so, ” he said, getting out of bed.

You already missed the warmth of his body; it was still freezing from all the rain. How could the weather change so quickly? You followed him downstairs and began to make breakfast. As you were cooking, you felt him put one of his zip-up hoodies over your shoulders.

“You look cold, ” he said, “take it, ”

“Thank you, ” you responded, pushing your arms into the sleeves immediately.

It smelled just like him. This was your routine with him for the next three days. On the morning of your fourth day, the rain had stopped. The thing is, neither of you said anything. You just went about your day together like normal. The truth is, you liked it here. You were so much happier with him in his little house than you had ever been anywhere else.

“The rain stopped over a month ago, ” he said one day, “why haven't you left?” that definitely didn't come off the way he wanted it to.

“Oh well, I can leave if you'd like-”

“No. Stay, ” he said, “I want you here,”

He got up and wrapped both pairs of arms around you.

“Stay, ” he whispered.

“I will, ” you said, pushing your face into the crook of his neck.

He held you like that for a while, savoring the feeling of you in his arms. The months flew by. Soon the leaves turned orange and red and fell to the ground. Next, the ground was bright white from the snow, and tulips began to bloom in the spring.

‘Shit,’ Shigaraki thought, ‘its spring’

He'd been feeling strange lately, and after googling his symptoms, he realized he was going into his first heat. He googled many things that night, some disgusted him, and some did quite the opposite.

“Hey y/n, you should probably head back and get your things. You've been here a while, so I'm just assuming you're staying, ” Shigaraki said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“I'm alright, ” you smiled, tending to the little garden you'd started, “I've gone into town a few times. I have everything I need, ”

“No, really, I think it would be good, ” he said.

“Shiggy, if you want me to leave, it's ok, ” you said, standing up and stroking his cheek.

He loved when you did that. It always made his wings buzz happily.

“No!” he said, “I don't want you to leave, please stay, ”

You smiled, “I'm not going anywhere, ok? You don't have to be so anxious; I'm staying, ”

He nodded, “I just- um, ”

“Go on, ” you urged, combing your fingers through his hair.

“I um think I'm going into...heat, ” he whispered the last part, “and I don't want you to have to deal with that, ”

“I don't mind, ” you said, “if it's alright with you, I’d like to stay. I'll take care of you, ”

He smiled and wrapped both pairs of arms around you.

“You're amazing, ” he said.

You giggled, “so what even happens during your heat? Do you get sick or something?”

“It’s hard to explain, ” he muttered.

“How am I supposed to take care of you if I don't know what's wrong?” you said, pouting up at him.

He shoved his phone in your hand, “here, ”

You read the screen, eyes widening and cheeks getting hot.

You looked up at him, “so you um, ”

“Yeah, ” he muttered, “as I said, you don't have to stay. I’m serious.”

You took a deep breath, “I want to stay. I want to help you in any way I can, even if it means letting you take my virginity. Truthfully I’d be happy if you did, Tomura, ”

“You would?” he asked, “are you sure?”

You nodded, “I think I've liked you for a while now. Even if you don't feel the same way, I just want you to know that I'm okay with whatever you need to do to me, ” your breath hitched at the last part.

You'd never seen yourself as submissive. You never took shit from anyone. Shigaraki didn't see you as submissive either, even with all the things you’d said. When they mixed with your tone and personality, they sounded caring but not in a submissive sense.

You were dominant, but not in the way he'd always thought of it. You were like...

“Mommy, ” he whispered.

So soft and gentle. Calm and caring but independent and strong.

“Can I call you that? It just feels...right, ” he said.

You nodded, “um sure, ”

“Mommy, ” he sighed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

You reached up to run your fingers through his hair. Shigaraki groaned quietly.

“About what you said earlier, I like you too, y/n, ” he said.

You smiled and pecked him on the lips. After you pulled away, he pressed his lips to yours again immediately. He grabbed your hair, pulling you closer as you yelped in surprise. He laughed softly, starting to slip his tongue into your mouth. Tomura tried to dominate the kiss to no avail. Instead, he fell victim to the way you were able to move your tongue around in his mouth, leaving almost nothing untouched.

You pulled away, admiring the dark blush on his cheeks. He's so pretty.

“I'm sleepy, mommy, ” he said before yawning.

He picked you up and carried you upstairs. You laughed and kissed him on the cheek. He put you down on the bed and practically laid on top of you. He wrapped his arms around you, letting his wings act as your blanket.

“Goodnight, ” you whispered.

“G’night, mommy, ” he mumbled.

You awoke to something rubbing your thigh.

“Mommy, ” he moaned, “mommy, please. Please, it hurts so bad, mommy, ”

As you became more conscious, you realized that he was humping your thigh. He’d already made a sticky mess in his pants and on your own. You kissed him gently. Letting your soft lips contrast between the rough humping of your leg.

“Want, ” he moaned, “need to mate, mommy. I need to please, ”

“It's alright, sweetie, ” you said, pulling him between your legs.

He began humping your crotch, panting and drooling.

“Mommy, ” he slurred, “I want in. I want in you, ”

His wings had been buzzing violently ever since you agreed. One set of hands cupping your face and the other holding your hips in place as he rubbed his cock on your clothed pussy. You wiggled out of your pants with his help, and he practically ripped off his own pants. He pulled off his boxers and ripped off your panties. He shoved himself into you, nearly screaming at the way your warm wet cunt sucked his cock in. The way you clenched because he was big, so fucking big.

“Mommy, ” he chanted, “mommy, mommy, mommy, ”

He lasted a surprisingly long time, wandering fingers finding your clit. He slammed into you, slapping skin and squelching filled his ears, but all of this was drowned out by his moans and whimpers. Finally, Tomura pushed you over the edge. You clenched and came all around his cock with a loud moan.

“Mommy, ” he sobbed, “breed mommy, I need you to take my cum mommy. I need you to let me breed you and make you all pretty with my kids, ”

“Yes, Tomu, go ahead, sweetie. Breed, mommy, ” you moaned.

He gasped and sobbed as an absurd amount of cum flooded your cunt. It began to ooze out of your cunt around his cock. He collapsed on top of you, panting as his cock softened inside of you. His heat was over. His need to breed you was met. He was exhausted, couldn't move to bathe, only pass out with you safe in his arms.

Over time you did swell up with his kids. He was so excited to start a family, to claim you with his offspring. If you had his kids, you were his, end of story. No one was allowed to look at you or touch you.

‘Mommy’s so pretty when she's bred,’ he thought to himself as he kissed your stomach.

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[bloodycassian]

Azriel x Reader - Trying. 

TW- DEPRESSION//sadness - Thank you anon for this request. I have struggled with Dysthymia for almost my whole life. It felt good to write this little piece of representation. 

Nothing but a ghost. Like the two wraiths that waited to serve you at your command. The wraiths that had nothing to do. Granted, they had tried pushing food on you, or books or paints or whatever other form of entertainment or sustenance but you ignored them. Knowing that if you had put up the fight to say anything you may lose your control completely and break down. You could let the time pass, numbly without a care. It was better than having to deal with the reality of not being alive at all.

  Rhysand had set you up in a beautiful room in the house of wind after the village attack. You could see the entire city below and the ocean beyond. It did nothing for you. If he was hoping for some kind of gratitude he didn't show it. He simply explained the house would provide if needed and that he would check in weekly. You were surprised he wasnt asking for more - that he wasnt going to try to get any information from you about Hybern's forces on the continent. After months of war you had become numb to the idea of peace. It never seemed like an option anymore. Perhaps the two generals he had brought with him to save your village had gotten all the information they needed.

  Weeks of sleeping later and you felt your eyes getting heavy again while looking out to the Sidra. The bright city below seemed buzzing with excitement about the upcoming summer solstice. You couldn't wait until you could go to bed. The tower of books on the table beside you casted a shadow over your feet, then your legs, up to your arms. Until finally, it was dark on the balcony, the stars above twinkling like the white caps on the ocean. Dread twisted in your gut, and you slowly got up, letting your body adjust to the change. Dark spots edged in around your vision.

  You could feel the chasm open inside you. The pit of loneliness - the empty void of demons waiting to take you as soon as you dropped your guard. The head rush from getting up made you want to vomit. The acid in your stomach churned, burning up to your throat. Fasting for so long would make Rhysand force your hand to eat, you knew. But you couldn't bring yourself to even try. You felt weighted, like there was a tired blanket over your being and you couldn't get it off no matter how hard you tried. The demons pulled at you.

The pain was good though, a solid reminder of why you would not eat. Why you could not eat. You did not deserve such a pleasure. You doubted you could stomach anything more than crackers anyway after weeks of fasting. Rhysand was not subtle with his advances of trying to get you to try food when he visited. The smell of some of the treats he brought made you gag at times. Your stomach howled at you now though.

  The knock on the door didnt surprise you. It was time for the high lord's weekly visit where you would tell him everything was fine and you didnt need anything. And he would try to get through your shields, and there would be a flash of disappointment on his face at the obsidian stone you would slam down on him. Then he would leave. And you could let the sting of that disappointment burn you alive until you were on the bed sobbing.

  "Enter, your highness." You smiled to yourself slightly, knowing the title would bother him. The voice that came once the door opened made you whip around. Not Rhys. "Actually..." The spymaster. The general that had guarded your village while the other barreled through the enemy lines. "Rhys was busy. He sent me instead." He stood in the doorway, tentatively.

  "Oh.." You felt your cheeks go red at the embarrassment of him seeing you like this. From the defender of your village to..what? A tired being that craved nothing more than to simply not exist anymore? "What is he doing?" You asked out of courtesy only. You were used to the high lord seeing your mess of a room, but Azriel was.. different for some reason. You walked over to the bed and kicked the sheets under the frame. Attempting to tidy up even slightly. The rest of the room was a mess of clothes and empty containers, drink cups. Nerves made your heart race.

"Nightmares?" He asked, stepping inside and closing the oak door behind him. He leaned on it, arms crossed over his chest. His simple tunic seemed to eat the light in the room, not reflecting a thing.

  Your face burned. You felt your eyes sting. Clearing your throat you nodded, folding your arms over your middle. Your ribs seemed to jut out more now that he was watching you. You watched him, as his shadows snaked around his shoulders and curled around his ear. They searched the room. You sighed, going to the closet beside him -ignoring the mirror mounted there- and pulling out a folding chair. You placed it next to your own, facing out to the starry sky. You sat in the familiar padded chair, leaning on the arm rest. The half cup of cold tea next to the book tower rattled slightly on its plate as he approached. A bubble of tranquil quiet seemed to encapsulate the area. A feeling you recognized as relief flowed through your bones. You felt the tension in your body fade slightly. You breathed a bit easier, like he was taking a weight off your chest.

He sat next to you for a long while before he spoke. "I used to hate night time." His voice was level. You tore your eyes away from the most interesting spot on the floor where you were thinking of nothing to look at him.

  He kept his eyes out to the balcony, a cool wind gusting through. His wings were folded in tight behind him, the shadows coiling over everything in the room. The trees below sighed at the caress of the breeze. The night seemed to finally speak as he spoke. He brought his hands together in front of him, rubbing over the scarred texture there. "I would hear absolutely everything in that basement. I could tell when night fell, even without windows. I could hear the beasts hunting outside, or my bastard father getting drunk and-" His hands clenched, and you thought you heard his teeth grind together. "He was a cruel male. To everyone, even my half brothers."

  A shudder rippled through you. You wondered what he had done to Azriel, if his father was cruel to his more beloved children. They had forced him into that basement, even when they knew first hand how Illyrians craved the sky. He knew of total darkness and silence - of pain that seemed to stretch on without end. He knew loneliness, he was locked up with it for the first part of his life. His shadows circled around your ankles like a cat, like they recognized you. Your voice was little more than a whisper as you spoke. "I dont even know whats wrong with me." You were relieved your tears didnt spill over. They pricked your eyes but you blinked them away.

He was quiet, taking in the information. "I didnt either until I found out what a shadow singer is." He paused, glancing at you as you tucked your legs up under yourself. "It dosent mean anything is wrong, it just means you need help sometimes. To figure out exactly what you need." He stood from the chair and flexed his wings, the shadows collecting around him like a puddle.

  He held a hand out to you, patient even while you considered. Getting out of the chair seemed like so much work with such a tired body. Tired soul, tired spirit. Anything beyond existence seemed like a complete burden. But his hand there, waiting, unwavering. Challenging. it made you sigh and finally, stiffly get out of the chair that housed you. The chair that had sucked you in, prisoned you for months.

His smile was stunning. His dark eyes seemed to light up. He led you on to the balcony and leaned over the railing. The pines far below rustled with the breeze. You swore you could hear the Sidra as well, bubbling with the current over the rocks. "How did you get out?" You asked, your eyes locking into his. He looked at you without sorrow, no fear or judgement lurked there. Just that half smile that had stayed since you stood from that chair.

"I was.. released by my father, but I still had to battle the darkness that I had learned. It wasn't until I met Rhysand and his mother that I began to... cope." He contemplated for a moment, his wings moving slightly with the wind that came through. "I'm familiar with what you're feeling. I ask that you try. I can come back again if you'd like." He left it as an open ended question, not as a demand or promise.

  "Just try? You're not gonna make a checklist for me?" You mocked, he just shook his head. "I think I would like that." You answered. At least he wouldnt pester you as much as the high lord did. At least he could bring this feeling of relief to your bones. He nodded, and the shadows seemed to spike, receding from the room and joining him, wrapping around his body and melding him with the night. "I'll be back tomorrow, then." He said simply, raising himself on to the balcony railing with ease.

  You nodded, wringing your hands with nerves as you watched him flare his wings, preparing to fly. "Dont let the bed eat you, Rhys wouldn't be happy if I had to break more of his furniture." He said over his shoulder with a wink. You felt a fleeting smile come to your lips as he jumped, wings catching him as he glided on the wind. You made a note to yourself to ask what other furniture he had ruined.

  He disappeared quickly, the shadows and the comfy bubble of silence gone. When you closed the door to the balcony and turned back to your chair, there was a plate of crackers and fruit waiting there. Your stomach rolled at the thought. Instead, you went to the closet, putting his chair away. You made a mental note to get a different seating option for him, to accommodate the wings. Knowing he was coming back, you saved yourself the future embarrassment and began picking up your clothes, putting them into the corner bin where they disappeared. You didnt pause long enough to check to see if the clothes were reappearing clean in the closet, you just kept cleaning. Trusting the house to understand you were in fact, trying. You dared not pause, knowing if you stopped there wouldn't be a beginning again.

  You went as far as requesting a mop and bucket from the Wraiths. They were wide eyes with shock at your room, at your abruptness. But they said nothing about it, just bringing you the items you requested and then some. Naula snuck in a plate of meat and cheese, leaving it next to the crackers on the end table now that there was more room with the book pile cleaned up.

  You requested the extra chair. They promised it would be in the room by morning. You made your bed, and once you were satisfied with the shining floors you stood back to admire your work. It looked like a different space, clutter gone and the books organized again. You had given the cups the Cerridwen before they left, thanking them both.

You went to your chair, hesitant to sit. The wear marks on the arm rests and the seat were apparent. Instead, picked up the plate of fruit and crackers and took it to the bench at the end of the bed, picking at the more neutral fruit as you went. A spark of something bloomed in your chest at the thought of Azriel coming back. Of what his reaction would be at the clean look of your room. You dared to hope that he would notice at all. Something told you though that he would consider this trying. He made it sound so easy.

  The bed welcomed you, clean sheets caressing your legs as you fell into the most peaceful sleep you had in a long while.

#acotar fic #azriel #azriel x reader #acotar insert #acotar reader insert

[obeiii-mee]

Heyo, this is my first time asking (im kinda new to tumblr, so please dont judge) if you would'nt mind, could you do some headcannons (or oneshots, it dosen't matter) with all the demon bros and a MC who is crippled/paralized in their legs, and has to use a wheelchair to get around? Thank you!!

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This is the first time I’ve written about a crippled MC, so I hope I didn’t fuck this up or anything. I found out that being paralysed in both legs is a disability called Paraplegia so that’s how I titled this post. And y’all are too sweet, you are more than welcome anon! I hope I can portray this properly because I am not crippled myself so I’ve opted to do some research before writing this! I hope you like it! Also, I feel inclined to add that none of the brothers would treat you too differently if you happen to have a disability because you’re their human nonetheless :)

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The Brothers with an MC that has Paraplegia and needs a wheelchair to get around:

Lucifer:

-Lucifer was in charge of choosing the final human, exchange student for the program so it’s guaranteed he already knew about your predicament before you even arrived

-Him and Diavolo probably had many meetings concerning your disability before the program could commence, considering that being unable to walk would double the chances of you getting killed since you are obviously more vulnerable

-Not to mention all the treatment you would require

-Lucifer is not well versed in human illnesses and disorders, but he makes sure that he is educated enough on the matter before you get brought down there

-It would not be easy, but he is determined to help you survive your year in DevilDom for the prince’s sake

-First problem of the day was, of course, your wheelchair

-Due to lack of time, Lucifer was unable to instal ramps around the House of Lamentation which meant that for the first couple of weeks, someone would’ve had to help you move around certain parts of the house

-He gave that highly prestigious job to himself because he didn’t trust his brothers and thought they would accidentally drop you and your wheelchair down the stairs

-He talks a lot to you, even at the beginning, because he needs to establish your needs and what he should do to make sure you don’t die for the following year

-You would have to tell him about physical therapy and how most commonly it uses heat, massage and exercise to stimulate your nerves and muscles, making it a great treatment for people with leg paralysis

-Once you two enter a more intimate and personal relationship, it’s more than likely he’ll help you perform those things himself (instead of kidnapping a human doctor from somewhere)

-Lucifer knows you have no problem getting around with your wheelchair by yourself but there are times where he’ll insist to push you along in order to give you a quick break

-I can totally imagine you two strolling around DevilDom and having cosy chats about RAD and your adjustments to DevilDom

-He has a softer side to him that he’s afraid to show most of the time, but he feels so at ease when you’re around, it’s hard for him to hold that part of him hidden from you

-Of course, your safety still remains his primary concern and he acts more like your guardian than Mammon does, even if he was originally supposed to look out for you

-He will accompany you almost anywhere. And if he can’t, he’ll have one or more of his brothers do it. And even then he’s probably lurking nearby, just in case

-He would always be willing to listen about your condition, if you wished to tell him whether you were born with the defect or why you ended up crippled later in life. Either way, he’s all ears

-If you would rather not speak about it, he wouldn’t pry and respect your decision because he knows it’s not his place to pressure you

-Because of your paralysis, it’s quite obvious to demons that you are even weaker (physically speaking) than most humans and that usually puts a target on your back

-Howver, never fear, because Lucifer is pretty quick to put lower rank demons in their place with just a mere stare

-Oop one of them passed out from the fear, haha

-In conclusion, he’s the most responsible when it comes your comfort and safety during your stay

-He makes sure you are always left in good hands and and provides most of the requirements you need

-Y’all should see how his wings puff up when he senses a threat approaching you, he looks like a peacock ready to go on attack lol

Mammon:

-The second born is unsurprisingly a bit of a jerk at first

-He stays really grumpy the whole day of your arrival because he’s stuck babysitting you stupid human

-“Lucifer c’mon, what’s all this workload for? The human can’t even walk by themselves, why do I have to help them out?”

-Wtf Mammon you can’t say shit like that

-Anyways, the following very few days, the only thing he’s thinking about is how much money he could sell your wheelchair for

-He’s the literal incarnation of greed, what else did you expect from him?

-After a while, he starts feeling a bit guilty every time he thinks about it though

-Mammon is gonna take this secret to the grave (laughs in immortal) but he actually really likes pushing you around

-Maybe it’s because it’s a clear indication to everyone around him that you are HIS human, under HIS protection and therefore you trust HIM the most since he was your FIRST MAN

-He will insist on helping you get out of that thing when you need to go to bed and stuff every night and he will get pouty real fast if you let any of his other brothers do it

-You wake up to him trying to roll around in your wheelchair one night at like 3am

-At some point, he stole a wheelchair from the human realm to match with his human. You can guess the consequences of his actions

-I can imagine you having to face a staircase or something at school and Mammon being like:

-“Fuck it, imma carry this fragile human instead; wheelchair and all!”

-Like you were a sack of potatoes or something smh

-Cue his brothers watching him from a distance as he heaves you and basically weight-lifts you up the stairs

-Ok but every now and again, he gets so sad thinking about you not being able to walk, like he starts crying kinda sad

-While you stand there like 😐 “Why are you crying?”

-He’s so quick to help if he senses you’re in danger too

-It’s canon that Mammon is crazy fast if he wants to be so if he has even the slightest impression that your life is threatened, his feet are already moving

-He will charge at your immediate threat at around 120 miles per hour-do not try him when he’s mad

-“The Great Mammon saved the day! C’mon MC, let’s go buy some ice cream. My treat! Ya better be grateful!”

-He says while the demon that tried to eat you lies on the floor with about a dozen broken bones

-Mammon is the second most powerful demon out of all of his brothers, even if he doesn’t resort to violence often

Levi:

-He didn’t really know how to react when you first teleported to DevilDom

-I mean, from the very beginning he considered you to be a human normie but at the same time, he felt bad you were stuck with his brothers for the rest of the year

-I think he would understand you would have an even harder time integrating yourself in their house because of your disability and he knows his siblings are really fucking annoying, always pushing you around and whatnot

-So, he kinda lets you hide in his room quite often

-You guys chill out in there all the time, much to the dismay of the other brothers who also want to spend time with you

-At some point, Levi definitely begged asked Lucifer to let you start online classes with him

-“But wouldn’t it be easier for MC to do online school from home rather than go to R.A.D since there aren’t any ramps or anything around there???”

-“The answer is no Leviathan.”

-“Ugh fine! What a fucking boomer-“

-For some reason, he gets so flustered whenever you ask him to push you around

-He blushes right to the tips of his ears and then he starts sputtering some nonsense that you can’t make out at all

-But he’s more than happy to do it, especially if you guys are going to a convention or if he’s dragging you out to buy new merch

-You two would get along in the sense that Levi realises the struggles you faced all your life were tough to overcome and he believes you are just like him

-Usually left out by other people, ignored even

-He knows you always listen to him ramble on about whatever he is currently obsessed with and how much you check up on him to make sure he never isolated himself

-He wants to do that for you too! Talk to him about your hobbies, please I’m begging you-he feels so bad whenever he’s doing all the talking

-If you ask him to help you with anything (getting something, helping you into bed—that sort of thing), he legally and physically can’t say ‘no’

-And he would get envious enough to stop talking to you for a day or two if you let his brothers do it instead (the second and third born are indeed similar lmao)

-S T A Y I N H I S R O O M, W H E R E Y O U C A N B E P R O T E C T E D !

-He will feel so much more at ease if you’re in his room because to him, that’s his haven

-If you’re in there with him, that means you’re not getting involved in his siblings’ endless and dangerous shenanigans

-Whenever you’re at school, he can’t help but worry about your well-being

-Because you’re human! You’re gonna get killed!! Do you know how much your organs sell on the black market in DevilDom??? 100x more than in the human realm, that’s for sure

-Would they have a black market or would it be a regular market lol

-For some reason, he also likes staying in your wheelchair when you’re not using it

-I think he just takes comfort in knowing it’s something that belongs to you and smells like you and-

-OK Levi, sit back down

-He wouldn’t treat you any differently if you had a disability tbh, but he’d be more concerned because you can’t even run away or anything

-So he’s so fuckin’ relieved when you guys are just vibing in his room

-He could die happy knowing he kept his best friend/ partner safe

Satan:

-Satan would be even more prepared for your arrival than Lucifer would, in a sense

-Out of all of his brothers, he’s most likely to understand and recognise paraplegia (either from studying human illnesses/birth defects/disabilities or from encountering humans with said disability)

-He’s a smart boy, alright?

-Always seems to be the first to notice if you need help or if someone’s bothering you

-Though in the very beginning, he was pretty tempted to just let you get killed to see how angry Lucifer could get

-Seeing dear Luci’s misery brings him great joy 🥰🥰🥰

-Once you two manage to build a very honest and strong relationship, he feels more and more inclined to keep you out of harm’s way

-Pls, he would feel so honoured if you let him push you around (it’s like you asked him to h*ld h*nds or something)

-If you require treatment of any kind, he would be so happy to help

-But in a subtle way...?

-Satan makes it seem so smooth too like he doesn’t mind lending a helping hand when in reality he’s all giddy inside

-*Kinda wants to rub it in his brothers’ faces but at the same no, because he’s definitely the bigger person here

-He wants to know how your wheelchair works

-It’s got all of these neat mechanisms and he wants to learn how they’re constructed because he never had the chance to inspect one before

-He’s such a sweetheart about asking you as well and never pries about your disability unless you start elaborating yourself

-Most of the time, he acts all charming and very gentleman-like

-So people have a hard time spotting and acknowledging the building rage inside of him every time he sees you are threatened by some moronic low rank demon

-Satan’s usually chill when it comes to injuries, unless he can see you’re in horrible pain

-There’s nothing a few spells can’t accomplish

-But when others purposefully try harming you?

-It’s like he loses all the self control he’s been trying to perfect over the centuries and he can’t help himself from at least breaking someone’s rib cage

-Satan’s a weird one because he’s protective of you even though he’s more on the relaxed side when compared to his siblings

-He very much acknowledges that you made it this far in life with your predicament so he doesn’t feel the need to baby you or anything

-You’re strong and he knows this

-It’s one of the many things he clearly loves about you

-That one time you rolled over Mammon’s foot with your wheelchair on purpose, he was wheezing

Asmo:

-Even now, he can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be stuck inside a wheelchair for the rest of his eternal life

-I mean, he’d obviously still be absolutely fabulous, have you seen him? He’s gonna be gorgeous either way

-But after the two of you meet, he definitely starts thinking about how he takes his feet for granted all the time

-It would be so difficult to complete his daily tasks without the ability to walk or run around

-That’s why he gets sad every time he remembers that’s your reality and on days like that, you’ve noticed he gives you a helluva lot more attention than usual

-He knows you don’t need pity or anything so he’s just making sure his human has all the support they can get

-Paraplegia or not, shopping trips are still a go-go

-He loves buying you clothes! And he loves helping you try them on! Asmo takes it very seriously

-Might have a go at the employees if they’re being rude to you

-You don’t even ask him to, but he subconsciously starts pushing you around himself whenever the two of you are out together

-“MC! Look at that new shop that’s just opened! Isn’t it adorable? We have to check it out!”

-He can’t help it! There’s so many places he wants to visit, he sort of just drags you with him wherever he goes

-Even at home, he always pops out of nowhere to coax you into coming to his room

-Y’all have so many skin routines to do each day

-Like he’s in your room most nights to greet you goodnight and tuck you in, with the rest of his brothers it gets so awkward at times

-Asmo just wants to see you smile, ok? He thinks you have a beautiful smile and laugh and he wants to remind you that you’re marvellous, disability or not

-And if anyone does anything to put an end to your self confidence, he will swiftly put an end to their life

-Please, he’s a pro at ruining lives, he’s been doing it for centuries

-Asmo has such a huge influence over the people in DevilDom, he just needs to make this one post on Devilgram to end said demon’s whole career

-I mean, who is he compared to him, Hmm? So don’t worry MC, scum like that don’t even deserve to breathe the same air as you :)

-That one time Mammon tried lifting you up the stairs and Asmo started shrieking, like put them down! Don’t manhandle them like that, poor human :(

Beel:

-I know I sound repetitive, but he would be an overall sweetheart to you no matter the circumstances

-If Mammon is not by your side, then Beel definitely is

-His big, scary aura and figure usually scares off any threat in a 10 mile radius

-Most demons don’t fancy being eaten by the Avatar of Gluttony, ya know?

-Idk why but I feel like he’d be the type to ask for oral consent every time he wanted to push you around

-He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable :(

-Surprisingly also the type to lift you and your wheelchair whenever an obstacle gets in your way

-You basically weigh the same amount as a paper plate compared to him, so he has no problem doing so

-He doesn’t really understand your condition as well as Satan may do, but he’s trying his best

-You mean so much to him and he feels it’s only fair he learns more about your disability as a thank you for what you’ve done for him

-He has a rough time keeping up with you when it comes to stuff like physical therapy because he’s very unfamiliar with it but that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna help

-Of course, Beel believes that this is the second best way to show you how much he cares for you besides the obvious ‘I love you’

-Giving you a hand whenever you need his support the most

-That’s his way of saying “I’m not going to let you down. I want you to trust me, the same way I trust you.”

-And knowing him, he will try to do everything in his power to keep you safe and sound

-After a while, you’re bound to notice he’s the first one to pull you out of his brothers’ pranks before you have a chance to get hurt

-Beel is always the one handing you stuff from high places you can’t reach, without teasing you for it like Mammon might do

-Always the first one to remind you to get plenty of rest and to eat enough

-He wants to protect you and his brothers because he knows he failed to do so with Lilith so yeah, he’s a bit overprotective at times

-He doesn’t mean to be overbearing, but he gets so anxious knowing you’re by yourself

-After a few months of getting accommodated with him, your disability is no longer brought up in the conversation

-Because he doesn’t care that you are crippled and forced to use a wheelchair

-You are part of his family and he loves you no matter what

Belphie:

-He didn’t really care, even when you first met and his hatred for humans was at its very peak

-It didn’t matter that you had a disability

-All that mattered to him at the time was killing you to satisfy that deeply rooted need of vengeance inside of him

-Though he was sort of surprised his brothers didn’t get to you first

-In general, he’s pretty chill about you being crippled in both legs

-It takes too much effort to worry about your well-being 24/7 after all

-Surprisingly, he does keep an eye out for you if his siblings aren’t nearby

-It’s his redemption arc people, he’s trying to be nicer

-But he has such an irritating way of showing his affection for you

-Do not let him push you around

-He’s either going to a) fall asleep after 30 seconds and slump over you in the middle of RAD’s halls

-Or b) be annoying and fling your wheelchair in every direction possible just to piss you off

-He likes messing with you because you give him the best reactions and he thrives on that

-You’ve almost fallen off your wheelchair multiple times because of this asshole

-Not that he’d actually let you fall, he just wants to see how easily he can get you to yell at him

-Speaking of said wheelchair, like Mammon and Levi, he also loves using it when you’re not

-You’ve woken up to him curled up and asleep in that thing quiet often and he’s gotten in trouble over it every time with Lucifer

-But he doesn’t care

-And at this point, I don’t think even he knows whether he’s doing it to get a reaction out of you or because he somehow found a way to make himself comfortable there

-He would low key use you as a mode of transportation every time you go to RAD

-Just clings the damn wheelchair and almost topples both of you over

-“Belphie, there’s nothing stopping you from walking 😐”

-“Shh, just bring me to class and let me nap until then.”

-He doesn’t mention your legs but he still lays his head on your lap often

-Might make you hold him like a bride every time you stroll around the house

-It’s done out of love, I promise 😌😌

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The Smell of Plum Blossom Tea Ch 16

Summary: Just like a butterfly wing, a single act of kindness can change the course of the future, it certainly did for MK as a black furred monkey put out a hand towards him.

Rating: Teen and up

Chapter 16: The Ex From Down Under

“Bye dad! I’m heading out!” MK called as he rushed to the table and quickly stuffed his bag with all his stuff that was lying around.

“See ya,” he poked his head out of the kitchen. “If you're coming back again, I’m making some Mapo Tofu for dinner tonight if you want to stop by.”

“The mouth searing one,” he questionly asked as he continued packing without even looking at what he was putting in.

“I’ll have a milder one on the side,” he chuckled as he watched his child's fist pump the air.

“I will totally be here.”

“Alrighty, and you can ask Wukong if he wants to come,” he nonchalantly said as he wiped his hands on his apron. He then noticed MK staring at him and he raised his eyebrow, “What? By the gods know when that dumbass ever had a good meal that wasn’t from his own hair.”

“Uh huh,” was all he said as he tightened his bag then he gave him a wide grin. “Well I’m off,” he ran up to his dad and gave him a big hug before leaping out of the window free falling before stepping on a branch and hopping from tree to tree.

“…I may have enabled his window hopping habits,” he mused to himself before shrugging his shoulders and walking off.

“Remember, don’t let your body tighten so much when you get into the swing, ease up before snapping, giving you more momentum,” Monkey King lectured as he demonstrated with a staff. It was always a bit of a struggle to teach his student new techniques when he already had a style in place. Macaque always leaned more towards the silent route with swift strikes and keeping the body low, while he kept more towards the louder method of quick feet and aiming high. Each monkey had incorporated their style to fit themselves and they have taught their own moves to the other just to get more variety and not to be so predictable. Once he had learned that Macaque had taught MK his own fighting style, it was much easier to incorporate his own style into his as well.

MK focuses as he did exactly that as he jumped up in the air and landed a hit on the training dummy high in the sky. “Yes!” He fistbumped the air, it had taken so long to actually complete that move, but he has finally done it!

“Nicely done kiddo,” he grinned and ruffled his hair. “Now how about we take a small break.”

“Sounds good to me!” He stretched out his limbs as he made his way to his bag. He paused as he quickly caught the water bottle thrown at his head, “Thanks!”

“No problem,” the monkey said as he sat down next to him. “So how has everything been? I heard you got into a gang turf war the other day.”

“By the gods,” MK groaned, “that had to be the stupidest fight I have ever seen and I’m friends with Mei! So here I am minding my own business and delivering some noodles to this random dude when all of a sudden gunshots ring out and the man begins to rave like an absolute lunatic.”

As Wukong listened to the story he couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering over to MK messy hair as he instinctively scooted over next to him and began to smooth out his hair.

“-then the leader on the opposing side decides to step in cause why not?! And declares that-,” he paused as he finally felt his mentor grooming his hair after he was ranting for ten minutes. “Uhhh?”

“Go on, I’m still listening,” he said as he continued to thread his fingers in his hair.

The teenager only blinked once before going with it, “And do you know what he declares? He declares that the bowl of noodles is actually for him and guess what?! Now we have both sides gearing up for a fight over a goddamn bowl of noodles!”

“Don’t swear,” he murmured then let out a soft purr as he untangled a particular spot.

“Dad says it’s fine as long as I don’t do it in front of kids.”

“…yeah that seems pretty like him.”

“Speaking of him, you're invited to dinner tonight if you want to come,” he said.

“Yes!” MK blinked at the immediate response, but then the Monkey King quickly settled down and casually said, “Yeah, that would be fine.”

“Coolio, I’ll text him,” he waited for him to release his hair before he got up, but it didn’t seem like it hit the monkey until he saw MK eyes staring at him.

“Oh right, I should probably let go,” he gave a forced chuckle.

“Don’t worry Dad is a lot worse,” he reassured him as he made his way to his bag, “he sometimes would take hours on grooming and wouldn’t release me until he had deemed it worthy.”

“Sounds nice,” the Sage muttered.

“To you, but I was so bored sometimes that I would fall asleep just to pass the time,” he said as he was about to grab his phone when he noticed a paper. “What is this?” He took it out and saw that it was a letter, but it wasn’t addressed to him, but rather all it said on the envelope was the phrase ‘My Love.’ “Well this is weird?”

“There’s a lot of things that are weird bud, but I think you need to be a little more specific,” he smiled at his student's confused look.

“Well I have a letter that I’m pretty sure isn’t mine,” he held out the mail.

“It looks like someone has an admirer,” he teased seeing the words.

“Noooo,” he softly whispered. He already had his experience with one crazy fangirl and it took both Mei and Red Son threatening the living hell out of her before she finally backed off. He really doesn’t want anything to do with that anytime soon. “It’s not for me.”

“Well open it and see whose it is for then.”

“Isn’t that like an invasion of property and technically a crime?”

“How else are you gonna know whose it for then?”

“…touché,” so he did exactly that and carefully opened the envelope and took out the paper that was just full of writing. He felt his stomach drop as he saw who it was for on the first line. “To my dear Macaque.”

“What,” Wukong's tone was dead flat as he processed what MK just said.

MK said nothing as he continued to read and the more he read the creepier it got.

To My Dear Macaque,

It’s been so long since I have seen you, I hope you have been receiving each and every one of my letters. If not, that’s okay. I'll keep saying this as many times as needed.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

I will forever say this even when you don’t believe out of connection anymore, for you have stolen my heart and doused it with the most burning of acids that the two of us have created. It burns like the hellfire consuming my soul, it stings like the little needles digging through each and every last one of my smallest injuries and gently tearing it apart. It hurts and it hurts and it hurts and you hurt me. You hurt me and left me to my despair after I have given all of my love to you and only to you. You left and walked away after denouncing our burning heart we made together.

You left it there and it’s still burning.

But I forgive you.

I forgive all that you had done to me because I know that deep down you still feel the same. But don’t worry, once I see you again I’ll show you that the two of us were meant to last far longer than even the stars. I’ll show you that we are meant to be together even if I have to drag you away by force and give you my medicine to show you that all we need is each other. You have tasted the sweet elixir before and you were more than agreeable once the potion had set in and shown my love for you.

But I’m sure it won’t have to come to that.

We will meet soon my love, until then, please take care.

From your heart, Shun

“Who the f- who is Shun,” the monkey let out a low growl as he finished reading the creepy ass letter. “And why does he know moonlight? And what is with the creepy letter?!”

“That’s Dad's creepy ex boyfriend!” He said in a panic as he began to pace around.

“His WHAT?!” He couldn’t stop the small burst of energy erupting from out of him as his eyes glowed a dark gold and the ground slightly cracked beneath his feet.

“This is bad. This is bad. This is so so so so BAD!” MK began to panic as he kept pacing around the area and gripping his hair. “So very bad! How long has this been happening? How long since he has been receiving his creepy letters?! It’s also ready bad enough he mentioned the potion, but now he’s implying he’s coming here?!”

“Kid, kid,” Wukong managed to wrangle down his enraged emotions (hello jealously how have you been) and moved towards his kid in an effort to calm him down. “MK, it’s okay, everything will be okay,” he said as he gently pried the stubborn fingers from his hair. “I’m sure he will be fine, this is Macaque we’re talking about here, and sure that no potion he could dish up could stop-”

“It’s a love potion,” he blurted out.

“That devil concoction,” he hissed out. But took a deep breath in and reluctantly pushed the rebranded slave poison to the side of his mind…for now. “Like I said, I’m sure he will be just fine.”

“Maybe I’m freaking out. I mean he’s probably not even here or anywhere near here. Maybe dad even told him off and he’s probably not even coming. Maybe I’m just blowing this whole thing out of proportion,” MK tried to reason out.

“There we go, now breathe with me.”

“I will I will…right after I call dad!” He immediately shot towards his phone and dumped almost everything before he found it. He quickly called his Dad's number and waited for the call to go through.

BZZZZ

BZZZZ

BZZZZ

BZZZZ

‘I’m not in right now, if you're calling for medical treatment or prescriptions then leave a voicemail. If you're anyone else, why? Just why?’

Beep

“He’s not answering! Time to panic!!”

The figure had just made it to the edge of the Plum Blossom Forest and out in the distance, he saw the tallest Plum tree he recognized.

“It’s been so long my love,” he lovingly whispered as he gave a few licks to his arm before quickly moving through the trees.

Happily ignoring the hisses and snarls close behind him as they all were not happy at the intruder.

Inside said home, a certain monkey's whole body twitched as he slammed his items in hand and began to match to the door.

“Fuck me, I thought his creepy ass wouldn’t be anywhere near here until next week, at least then MK would be back at Pigsy shop,” he hissed as he materialized a two sharp bladed tonfas in hand. “I had no appointments, all my stocks are good, all I literally wanted to do today was to make food, drink some tea, and enjoy a family dinner with Sunshine included but I guess not the fuck today! I guess it’s a good fucking thing I have the perfect target to direct my anger I suppose.”

He gave out another snarl that was amongst the long line to come as he dipped into the shadows once more and took off towards the intruder that every creature in the forest, whether it be animal, demon, or creature alike, no one liked the intruder roaming in their home.

He quickly ventured through the shadows, roaming from plant to tree, animal to grass, until he finally saw a ring tailed lemur with a soft smile upon his face as he paused and his eyes lit up

“It’s been so long my love,” he cooed as he tried to find the humming presence. He didn’t have time to dodge the blow coming from the front as blades sliced into him, but his smile didn’t falter as he took in the sight of his beloved. “You're still as beautiful as ever”

“And you're still as creepy as ever,” he snarled as let his tonfas glow brighter. “I thought I told you to fuck off and away.”

“It was a mere trifle the both of us had, words were said, but I forgive you,” he gently smiled.

“Ughh I really hate when you do that,” he grimaced at his former horrible choice of a partner. “I will give you one fucking chance, leave before I show you once more why you should have stayed gone.”

“I’m sorry, but I will show you with all of my heart and being just how much you truly need me,” Shun only needed to drag a foot back in preparations as a sense of eagerness thrummed deep within him. It’s been so long since he had physics contact with his love after all.

Macaque forced down the shudder as he once again disappeared into the shadows as soon as he sent some clones towards him to attack.

Some creatures of the forest were spectating as this whole fight went down, eager to watch the intruder fall, maybe if the Guardian is generous enough he’ll allow them to feast on what remains.

The forest was about to become a little more wild when first blood was spilled.

“What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?!” MK was clutching his phone as he attempted to call his Dad a few more times, but his heart picked up each time he didn’t answer.

“Kid,” he attempted to once more calm him down when he shot up.

“Yanyu! I should call Yanyu!” He quickly dialed her number and his legs began to shake in anticipation as the number rang.

BZZZ

BZZZ

BZZZ-

“What’s up short-”

“EMERGENCY!” He shouted out.

“GHA! What do you-”

“Big problem! Huge problem! So I was packing my bag cause I was in a rush to get to training and I was talking to Dad so I didn’t notice what I put in my bag. So I went for trainingandwhenbreakdtstartedIfounditinmybagandIcantbelievr-”

‘MK BREATHE’ it wasn’t just the bluenette, but two other voices that joined her.

“Mei, Red, what are you guys doing with Yan?” He questioned for a moment before shaking his head, “Wait, not important, there is a big problem!”

‘Well spit it out then,’ Red huffed.

‘I think he’s trying,’ he could hear Mei's amused voice in the background.

‘Both of you hush,’ Yanyu turned back to the phone, ‘Now what’s happening?’

“Shun contacted Dad. He's almost here and Dad won’t pick up his phone!”

‘WHAT!!!’ They all screamed with both Red and Yanyu being significantly higher as the adult continued, ‘What do you mean creepy fucker is coming?!’

“Fuck Fuck Fuck this is bad!’ He could hear the prince in the background slowly freaking out. ‘I thought his crazy ass wouldn’t come back!’

“Apparently he did!’ Mei yelled out.

“I don’t know!” MK hysterically said as he began to almost hyperventilate, but the Monkey King began to run his back.

“Okay everyone breathe,” he firmly told the centuries younger children on call. “You are forgetting, this is Macaque you’re talking about here, I’m sure he will be fine.”

“The Monkey King is listening to this?!” Red hissed as he accidentally showed weakness to one of his greatest enemies.

“I know he will kick his scrawny ass, but that doesn’t alleviate my fear of him getting poisoned again and being put under an eternal sleep to be used as a god damn porcelain doll again!” Yanyu shouted, bypassing the fact that she was talking to the Monkey King.

“Again!” Everyone bar Red shouted together.

‘Yeah! And you thought the love poison was bad, this is just fucked up! Now do you see why I’m freaking out!’

“Why do you think we don’t want uncle anywhere near him!” The Bull prince continued.

“Okay that’s it,” Wukong summoned his cloud, “Hop on, we’re heading over there. Even if he’s not there, it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

“Thank you!” He leaped onto the cloud.

‘We'll meet up with you as fast as we can on Mei ride,’ Yanyu said with a rush to her voice as the trio quickly went to the motorbike which thankfully has a side seat.

“Okay,” MK muttered as he held onto the fluffy cloud.

‘Oh and Monkey King.’

“Yes?”

‘You better not fuck it up,’ she said with an ominous grin in her voice as she sat in the sidecar and Red held onto Mei as she quickly revved up her engines.

“…I’ve been hearing a lot of those lately.”

‘Good! See you real soon,’ she finished as he heard the motorcycle take off and the call ended.

“I guess we will,” he said to himself as they took off for the Plum Blossom Forest.

“I really hope Dad is okay,” MK muttered as he gripped tighter.

“He will be,” he firmly stated. ‘You better be okay mango,’ he privately thought. ‘Else I don’t think your kid would take it….fuck your better be alright else I will be kicking your ex boyfriend ass and making sure he knows the meaning of pain.’ He silently hissed out in his mind as he got the cloud to love even faster as it soared over the ocean.

“What is up with the forest right now,” Mei growled out as the group sprinted through the trees with Yanyu leading them.

“I don’t know, it has never done this before,” MK confusingly shouted out as they ran through. For some reason, when the two were about to go over the forest, the cloud suddenly dropped until it was underneath the treetops, making it near impossible to travel by cloud. Luckily they spotted the others a little ways behind them and grouped up together.

“It’s part of Mac magic,” the bluenette said as she paused at one tree before darting to the left.

“What do you mean?” Monkey King asked as he tried to locate Macaque's aura using his golden eyes, but all it showed was the entire area covered with a faint pulse of violet energy.

“So you know how he planted basically all the trees in the forest right,” she got affirmations from them as they continued. “Well in the process he put his own energy into the plants, because apparently he wanted to make sure they grew up okay. Thus making this whole forest basically under his control.”

“So that's why it felt familiar,” the Monkey muttered as he remembered back to the first time he saw the forest. “It also makes sense why my true sight isn’t working.

“That would be more awesome if we weren’t currently lost in this!” Mei said.

“I know the way, he showed me after the last time Shun showed up. This forest was on a complete lockdown and nothing was recognizable like now,” she emphasized the land around them. While it seemed that nothing at first glance changed at first, if you really looked then they would notice that each tree looked almost identical to each other. No distinguishing marks, no distorted branches, not even the groves held any difference.

Each and every tree that they saw were the exact same.

“Okay that is disturbing,” Red muttered.

“Like I said, his little magic is intertwined with the forest and even with some of the creatures living here. It was supposed to be made for protection for not only the creatures living here and to anyone who may accidentally wander in, but to keep out the intruder that seeks to harm. He taught me to seek out the odd spots and openings left open in case something like this happened again. Though I don’t think he literally meant this exact scenario,” she grumbled. “He’ll probably teach you guys this after this whole thing is over.”

“We’re getting closer,” Wukong stated.

“What makes you say that,” MK asked without taking his eyes off Yanyu's back.

“The animals running,” he pointed out several animals, birds, monkeys, and insects alike, all fleeing from the same direction.

“We’re getting close,” she said as they continued to run.

It was only twenty minutes later did Red speak as he tried to look ahead, “I’m not the only one who can hear the sounds of growls right?”

Everyone nodded their ahead and just up ahead they saw a rather large crowd of mythical beings, spirits, and demons alike all grouped together and waiting as they kept their eyes firmly on what’s ahead. They follow their gaze and can faintly see, just between gaps a bright violet glow followed by a form of black mass.

It was Macaque.

“Dad/Pops!” Mei and MK yelled out for him, but he didn’t react to them as he pushed back against something else.

Monkey King wasted no time in climbing up one of the trees to get a better view with MK and everyone else quickly following him. There they witness Macaque fighting against an agile lemur who seemed to be trying to throw himself at the monkey, but he keeps dodging out of the way in time.

“Fuck it is Shun,” Yanyu groaned as Red let out a soft “noooo.”

“So how do we go about this,” Mei questioned as she fingered her sword while she watched her pops dive back into the shadows only to get pulled right back out, “cause I say we go in swingin.”

“We will not be doing any of that,” Red hissed as he grabbed hold of Mei's collar, “We have to play this smart, while Shun is a certified psychopath, he is a very smart psychopath.”

“No kidding, it’s how the two of them got together in the first place,” the doctor muttered and smirked as she saw her former teacher trip up the lemur and slammed him to the ground, but that didn’t stop her from noticing a certain brown furred monkey twitch as she mentioned that.

“Okay, we are getting a full explanation on how even when this is all said and done,” Mei grumbled and settled back down on the branch. “So what do we do?”

“We just have to wait and see what happens,” the bluenette got comfortable, “I doubt he’ll need our help, but I rather not take chances.”

“Nice plan, nice plan, just one flaw with that,” both demon and human glanced at Mei. “Two certain monkeys didn’t get that memo.”

Both of them blinked, then dropped their heads and sighed.

“Of course they would, cause why not,” Yanyu uttered as she turned her attention back to the fight. At least she won’t have to worry too much about stepping in, not that she thinks she could stand a chance, with both Monkey King and Doc's son charging in.

“You know it would be so much easier for you if you just fuck off you know,” Macaque mocked as he flicked off the blood from his blades. “Maybe you’ll still have a working arm if you run fast enough.”

“Aww you worry my dear-,” he smiled as he didn’t even flinch at the blood dripping down his arm.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Don’t fret, it will soon be over, but I will admit that I am getting a bit agitated,” his voice echoed out, which didn’t seem to do much at first as many spectators cackled at his attempted intimidation.

But then a weird smell filled the air, it seemed to have always been there as they hadn't taken notice of it before, but it got stronger as it smelt remarkably of a flower. They couldn’t quite put what kind of flower it was before-

EYES EYES EYES SO MANY EYES

EVERYWHERE

NOWHERE

CANT HIDE

NOT FROM IT

WHAT IS IT

WHAT IS PREDATOR

WHAT IS PREY

WHO IS WHO

WHERE ARE WE

WHERE ARE WE RUNNING

WHERE WHERE

Many creatures fell victim to this as they froze in place and whimpered out as they barked their necks in hopes to quell the predator or maybe grant them a quick death.

It was imposing.

It was encompassing

It was frightening.

And this only made Macaque still for a moment of the sudden smell before he got his bearings back, but that was all Shun needed as he leaped towards him with arms and mouth open wide.

Here’s a fun fact that not many know about lemurs, while they are known for being quick on their feet and agile to escape predators, there is one species who have, through a long process of evolution, developed another way of warding off predators or capturing their prey.

It was a toxic bite.

Apparently a certain species called slow lorises poison is so deadly that it can kill humans with a single bite and guess which lemur has that lucky parent.

‘Finally,’ he thought to himself as he closed the distance between him and his love. ‘I have finally got you back with me. Don’t worry, with my new potion I’ll make sure this time we won’t part,’ he lovingly thought as he tasted the special mixture in his mouth. He should really send his carrier a fruit basket when his love is properly back with him, she was the one who taught him everything he needed to know about potion making. Without her expertise, then he would have never known how to make the love potion, after all that was how she managed to snag his sire to mate with her.

Everything would finally be perfect…except for one little detail.

Not every creature was affected by the smell.

Ní merely flicked her tails in annoyance as she calmly watched.

Shui Gui took a huge breath of the smell in and puffed it out after a few seconds to reveal a green miasma cloud.

Xianglu merely shook their heads as they tried to rid of the foul smell in their nose.

BaBa just hissed at the inferior attack before nestling down.

Even the Faeries were tittering away at the pathetic illusion the demon tried to submerge them in.

These creatures, deities, demons, are just some of the few with a long history backed by so much experience that the infant lemur cannot comprehend. It was quite amusing to think that such a being could even equate to their level, even their Guardian was merely humoring him, but quite funny nonetheless. Regardless though Shun did possess the quality to allude himself to being much scarier to those around him with his…disturbing methods that he tends to use and hides himself behind his illusion. Unfortunately for him, it’s quite easy to bypass with multiple tools in hand, either physically and mentally. But more often than not, there is one sure fire method that most people tend to turn to if they don’t know which is correct.

Determination.

Which embodied a young adult as he bashed his staff against the lemur head, and a Sage monkey who punched him so hard that he left a crater when he finally landed.

Both beings were very determined to at least brutally maim the creep by the time they were finished with him.

“DON’T TOUCH MY DAD!/MOON!” Both MK and Wukong respectively shouted as they stood in front of a sighing Macaque.

“You know I had this handled right?” He looked towards the both of them, not bothering them with the possessive form both monkeys said. Though the same couldn’t be said for Shun as he was still in his spot and didn’t know who to first turn his attention to until his eye settled on MK.

“You have a child,” he said wonder in his voice as his whole face lit up.

“I’m not liking that look,” MK muttered to Wukong who nodded.

“No, no, please don’t say-” Macaque practically begged him not to say what he was about to dread.

“We have a child.”

“Nooooo,” he whispered out as he wished he could just knock himself out after hearing those words then shook it off and said with a growl. “Not your child, my child. You are not part of this equation, you're not even a variable that was left out, you are nowhere near part of any of this.”

“But my love-”

“Not my/his love,” all three monkeys stated.

“Despite our brief separation, you know it has always been a dream of mine to have a child of our own. Remember the time we spent out in the town as we laid our eyes at a beautiful family,” he almost cooed at the child's awkward face. “Two parents and two children, a boy and a girl, they looked very lovely together.”

Macaque did remember what he was talking about, he remembered his eyes lingering on the family as they were in town on a date. He couldn’t stop his eyes from lingering on them as he let a small smile play on his lips as Shun shared that same sentiment and wrapped his arms tighter around him. It used to be comforting, that small embrace used to mean ‘he is here for him, he won’t let you go’, but now all it means now is ‘he will not let you go, no matter how much you beg.’ It has turned so very confining. But he kept his mouth shut and let his former boyfriend ramble, trying to look for another way not to get bitten from his ‘love bite.’

“It was pure bliss just the two of us, those small moments we shared to the nights laid up in our nest as you laid under me as I enraptured your mouth and slowly move-.”

‘Never mind!’ He quickly burst forward and sent a high knee to the underside of his jaw that was followed by a staff to the side of the neck and a claw to the stomach courtesy of both child and friend. ‘He is not about to go there!’

“I do not want to hear any of that!” MK shouted as he backed away from the lemur after his attack.

“That makes two of us,” Wukong lowly growled as only his self control was the only thing stopping him from ripping the bastard in front of him. And even that was by the hair as he learned that new little tidbit that he did not want to hear.

“I have been a bit curious,” Shun simply stood back up and looked towards the Monkey King, “Who are you to him?”

“I am the Monkey King, you may have heard of me,” he said as he stood up straight as his golden eyes flickered in his eyes.

“How quaint,” he merely said, “but you didn’t answer my question,” a tinge of aggression laced his voice. “Who are you to him?”

Now at this point Wukong self control was almost completely gone since the first time he heard about this creepy ass bastard (which he so needs to interrogate Mac on why the fuck he would even date someone like him) and it was not looking so good. So to hear this black and white knockoff of a two legged beetle that deserves its tongue to be torn out, implies that he was the outsider in all of this rather than the other way around. Well, he decided right then and there that this nasty little bug needed to learn a few things first before he became a rotting corpse for the rest to feast upon.

“Wukong don’t you dare,” Macaque saw that look in his eyes.

“I was his friend long before you ever thought of,” he taunted and wrapped his arm around Mac's shoulder. “I have known him longer than even the mountains have formed and before towns became cities. He knows me longer than some of the forest was ever formed and before kingdoms have reached their destruction. We know each other very thoroughly, both inside and out, and seen the other at our best of times and our worst of times. It feels like eons have passed since then, but when it comes down to it you can say the two of us are made up of the same soul.” He finished his dramatic speech with a nuzzle to his black fur as he gave a soft kiss on his head. He opened one golden eye and grinned mockingly as he said, “So how long have you known him?”

Silence filled the air as they all locked eyes on a stiff Shun who didn’t even move an inch since Wukong started it. But what they could see was the underlying darkness in his eyes as he slowly blinked. Then he smiled, teeth bared and all, as he stated. “It will be a great joy when I tear out your throat and rip that nasty little tongue right out of your mouth and force you to watch as I consume it.”

“Try me,” he said with teeth bared.

Both Lemur and Monkey locked eyes with each other as you can almost see lighting shoot out of their eyes from the sheer animosity the two had with each other despite not even knowing the other for ten minutes.

The black furred monkey muttered, “And they said I’m the dramatic one,” to whom he was referring. It may never be known as Wukong and Shun leaped at each other at the same time. Macaque just groaned and decided to walk over to his son instead of the fight that was happening. “So, you met Shun.”

“I hate him,” MK instantly said as he got closer to his Dad. “I really hate him.”

“You and me both starlight, so why are you here anyways? Aren’t you supposed to be training right now?”

“So this morning I may have accidentally grabbed the letter while I was stuffing everything into my bag,” he said as he cheered when his mentor used his tail to choke the lemur while he had his arms pinned.

“Damn it, I thought I trashed them all. Must have been one that just came in,” he grimaced.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you?”

“That your creepy ex was back,” MK said with a twinge of irritation in his voice. “I could have helped.”

“Nice thought comet, but I had it handled,” he smirked as he watched Shun attempt to break Wukong's arm only to get a vicious claw to the face. “This isn’t my first time dealing with his creepy ass.”

“But I could have helped,” he almost whined, “Mei has tons of ideas for retribution and I got a very powerful stick that tends to hurt…a lot.”

“And I believe that, but I got it,” he ruffled his kid hair, “but thank you for looking out for little ol me even when I don’t need it.”

“Like how the Monkey King is doing right now.”

“He’s just an impulsive idiot right now,” he grinned sharply as he watched Shun stagger in place from his wound as Wukong taunted him as his hand dripped red. He is not totally blind to see that his friend has a protective streak wider than the Earth when it comes to people he cares for. He has certainly seen it when his leg was broken by an uppity pack of Tiger demons. Needless to say, when the Wukong got back and saw him lying there and surrounded by demons, well let’s just say that the food was pretty good that day and even had some warm blankets to go alongside with it.

So to see that this still applies for him despite their long separation, he couldn’t stop that warm burst of feeling brew from inside of him.

Wukong, on the other hand, was feeling the blood pump in his ears with each hit he landed on the bastard. And while he unfortunately can’t go full Sage mode on his ass (the forest probably won’t be able to stand if he did and he actually likes this haven his mate had created) he is still enjoying kicking this disgusting little lemur ass.

“Bet you really feeling it now,” he taunted as he broke another rib. “Can ya feel it? Each little bone in your body breaking? It must fucking suck!” He viciously laughed, “But that’s what you get when you don’t fuck off when someone tells you no, especially Moonbright.”

“Stop calling him that,” the lemur growled for the first time.

“Oh what Moonbright,” he received another growl in return. “Or maybe Mango? Moon? Moonlight? My heart?”

“YES!” He hissed out as he recklessly leaped towards the monkey.

“Nah, can’t do that,” he smirked as he grabbed the lemur arm and tossed him back towards the growing crater. Then he let a wicked smile show on his face, “I mean, he is my other half,” he emphasized. Was he making this worse? Yes, yes he was. Does he care in the slightest? No he does fucking not. He’s been wanting to let loose some of those words out for quite some time, albeit it’s under an illusion that he’s just riling him up, but damn does it feel good to say.

Before the lemur could leap back up a charge at him once more another force came into play.

“Having fun without me!” Shun felt a pain burst from his back as he saw a pig tailed girl leaped off of him with blood dripping from her sword. “That is a damn shame.”

“I had this handled you know,” Monkey King petulantly said.

“Oh I know,” she slings her sword over her shoulder, “but I really wanted to land a hit on this bastard at least once for what he did to Pops.”

“Fair enough.”

“Another child!” He said with glee despite his broken bones and blood dripping down his face.

“He is seriously messed up in the head,” she muttered as she couldn’t help but step back at his gaze though she did raise a brow as Wukong stepped beside her while he kept his eyes on the lemur.

“Okay fuck this, I’m ending it,” Macaque huffed as he stepped forward.

“Actually Dad, can I do this,” he paused at his son's words as his eyes were locked firmly onto the agitated lemur.

“MK, I’m not about to let you-” he was cut off.

“Please,” he pleaded as his brown eyes flickered to violet ones.

“…fine, but if things are looking bad then I will step the fuck in,” he huffed as he subtly sent some more shadow clones in the foliage of trees and amongst his son's shadow.

“Oh don’t worry,” he began to spin his staff as he walked forward. “I won’t even need to leave your line of sight when I get done with him.”

MK continued forward as he neared the lemur, passing by both Mei and Wukong who gave him a glance.

“I’m ending this,” he simply said.

“You need help?” The dragon's successor looked to her brother.

“Nope,” said the doctor's son.

“Well holler if you do.”

“Always happy to lend a hand,” the Monkey Sage joked as he wiped off his own bloody hand. He wouldn’t mind another round of beating to the lemur…maybe a couple more just to be fair.

“Oh trust me, I won’t,” he darkly chuckled, which surprised the other two.

MK was done with Shun, he was already creeped out before he met him, disgusted by the letter, nauseated when he first saw him, and down right pissed when he heard him speak to his Dad like that.

It was time for his Dad to be protected for once instead of the other way around. Shun is gonna regret ever breathing by the time they're done with him.

Shun's eyes lit up when he saw MK approach. “It so good to see you for the first ti-”

“Shut the fuck up,” he cut him off.

“Wha-”

“I said shut the fuck up.”

“…excuse me?”

“You're not excused,” he shrugged his shoulder.

“That is no way to talk to your parent-” he was interrupted once more.

“Well it’s a good thing that you aren’t then isn’t it, I mean if you were then I would willingly go back to my deadbeat sperm donors than you,” he mocked him.

“I’m sorry what?!” Wukong was already taken by surprise by his student's sudden shift in attitude, let alone this new heaping pile of info.

“That’s a whole nother story for later,” Mac patted his shoulder.

“But here’s what’s gonna happen, you will either die in this forest or flee from here by the skin of your teeth,” he bluntly stated.

“Oh? And what makes you say that?” He let some amusement drip in his voice.

“Have you not seen the entities that live in this forest?”

“Indeed I have and they are truly a magnificent feature, but they are no match for me,” he arrogantly said.

“…hey Red! I thought you said he was smart?” He yelled out to the tree he had previously jumped from.

“Smart as in he knows some pretty advanced science that even leaves me confused,” the Bull prince said as sat down on the branch next to an anticipating bluenette.

“Oh, well that makes sense, cause if you were really smart then you wouldn’t have even stepped foot in this forest with the intent to kill, even Ever is dangerous despite his looks,” he concluded. Ignoring the faint chuckle from the trees.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He got increasingly agitated at the despairing remark upon his intelligence.

“It means that you have an overinflated ego stuff in between your ears that replaced your brain a long time ago.”

“Meaning?”

“If you had any brain cells then you would have known that you signed your name personally upon Yama book when you stepped foot in this forest, cause let me tell you.” It was at this point that the pressure began to dip as Shun suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe as the trees seemed to loom above him and glowing eyes were gazing upon him from the shadows. “You would have known that we don’t take kindly to people trying to harm our own, especially Dad.”

One by one, the demon, creatures, mythical and animals alike all began to emerge from the shadows with a nasty snarl fresh on their faces.

The Faeries' smiles were sharp with their fanged teeth wide with glee.

Qianglu slithered forward as they let out a terrifying hiss that thrummed in his ears.

The Monkey tribe all had their teeth bared in face of the intruder.

The Shui Gui was grinning happily as he licked his lips in anticipation.

Ní elegantly walked forward as her tails flickered behind her, but her hazel eyes only had sight for the prey.

Even amongst the trees BaBa, much too large to entirely fit in the clearing, kept her bright yellow eye, larger than all the beings in the area itself, gazed upon the scene.

As more and more beasts gathered around, for the first time in a long while, Shun felt fear.

“Welcome to the neighborhood,” MK casually slung the staff over his shoulder as he gave him a parting wave, “Let us show you how we handle intruders.”

Shun ran and ran and ran as fast and as hard as he could. But they followed.

And then he slowly vanished back into the woods as all the creatures that he thought were prey were the predators chasing after him. He really did forget that not creatures show who they truly are at first look, they like to pretend their fickle little insects that scatter at first sight of danger. But if you take a peek beneath the shell then it turns out that there are monsters lurking underneath with their jaws wide awaiting their first morsel.

So, he didn’t leave with a grand finale nor his deserved epic fight to the death. No, he simply blew out like a candle amongst a sea of lights cause in the end he knew what he really was.

Not the feared predator.

No, he was the prey and it was his turn to be feasted upon the monsters.

“Well that was easy,” Yanyu said as she jumped down from the tree.

“You're telling me,” said Red as he followed, then he turned to MK, “Who is Ever anyways?”

MK snapped out of his former personality shift as his cheeks blushed, “It’s Shui Gui, you know, Kappa.”

“Right, right, but what does it stand for?” He pushed, “cause you wouldn’t be blushing like that if there wasn’t something else.”

Mei turned her head to hide her smile.

“It..it stands for Whatever,” he whispered, but Wukong still heard that perfectly clear.

“His name is Whatever?” He confusedly asked for such a strange name.

“I was like seven! You can’t blame me!” He defended himself with arms crossed.

“Huh?”

“Ah the Shui Gui cares not for names,” Red nodded, “so he usually will respond to any. My question is why did you call him whatever out of everything?”

Yanyu snorted loudly.

“I was a kid and I was getting really frustrated with him that I blurted out the first thing in mind! How was I supposed to know that he would actually respond to it! Now he won’t let it go!” He threw his hands up.

At this point both girls are full on laughing at MK's frustration.

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” the prince nodded at his various times meeting Kappa. He was indeed the strangest creature in the forest.

“I’m lost,” Wukong deadpanned.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you later,” Mac said as he leaned into the simian. It felt good finally having that bastard out of sight once again.

Wukong did the same as he wrapped his arms back around the other monkey, pulled him a bit closer, and wrapped his tail firmly around the other waist. “You better,” he faintly purred in his ears.

Macaque could barely stop the shiver at the lips so close to his face, but he managed to make it off by just shifting his body to get into a comfortable position.

Though that didn’t stop the Sage from gazing at him as he looked at his long fur once more and just when he was about to open his mouth.

BOOM!

“Alright! Whose ass am I kicking!” Daiyu screeched out as she scanned the scene for the ex boyfriend from hell. They had gotten a call from Yanyu earlier about his ass potentially showing up and they booked it there.

“God fucking Damnit,” Wukong cursed as he reluctantly move slightly away.

“He appears to not be here, Dai,” said Ahmed as he walked into the clearing with Minsheng and Bohai.

“Seemed he had left the coop,” chuckled Sheng as they looked towards everyone, “gave him a good ass kicking I'm guessing.”

“That and he is now currently running from almost every beast in the forest,” MK happily said.

Bohai gave a low whistle, “So he’s not leaving this forest alive then.”

“Nope,” came the response from all.

“That’s what he gets for messing with the King of the Forest,” Mei jokes, earning a groan from Mac.

“Don’t you even start on that.”

“What do you mean your royal highness,” the rabbit cheekily said.

“Don’t!”

“Is there something wrong your majesty,” the vulture said.

“Are you actually-”

“Did we speak out of your magnificence,” Yanyu mockingly bowed.

“Out of place your grace,” Mei courtesy with a sly grin.

“Out of turn your excellency,” MK did something with his hands as he bowed low.

“I swear-”

“Guys let’s all calm down before we get on our imperial majesty's last nerve,” Red casually said.

“Thank you-I swear to all things!”

“Our deepest of apologies your kingliness,” Wukong teased as he pressed closer to him.

“I expected nothing less from you,” he barked at him.

“Alright let’s all settle down,” Ahmed chuckled, “we don’t want to get his reverence too worked up.”

“…fuck it, I’m done for the day!” He threw his hands up and began to march back home. “If any of you guys want food then your ass better be helping me do some shit. It either helps me in the kitchen or checks on the state of the forest, more specifically how everything and everyone is holding up. Preferably the ones going are the ones that don’t mind fighting cause there’s gonna be a lot of those bastards still on edge and need to let loose some steam.”

“Yes, dinner sounds great right about now,” Daiyu said as she spread her wings and took off.

“Count me in!” Minsheng said as they began to hop into the forest.

“Same!” Mei yelled as she raced after them.

“Let me just check in on my gremlins and I will for sure help you out in the kitchen,” Yanyu replied as she took out her phone.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing what else lives in this forest,” Wukong said as he stretched his arms.

“I’ll help you Dad,” MK said as Ahmed followed close behind.

Red Son stood there as the other began to walk away with a bit of uncertainty before Macaque called back to him.

“Are you coming or not?”

“Wait me too?” Red said with some hesitation.

“If I’m letting those lunatics join in then why not,” he raised his brow.

Red gave a slight smile as he caught up and walked beside MK, “What are we making?”

“Mapo Tofu,” said the young adult.

“Will there be any spicy?”

“He has a whole tray filled with them,” MK can almost taste it.

“Yes!”

Also a shout out to Pen-Woman for the lovely idea of Protective kiddos!!

Also longest chapter yet!!! Just over 8000 words!!!

#lego monkie kid #six eared macaque #macaque #mk #lmk mei #monkey king #PlumTeaAU

[lovingrosewho]

Flunked

Hii so, as some of you may guess by the summary, one of my teachers failed me in a project in which I put a lot of effort in:( I had to take my anger out writing this haha, I hope you like it, as usual, any feedback or suggestions are well received! English is not my first language, etc. Enjoy!

ONE SHOT

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Rating: T.- Fluff

Word count: 2.1k words

Summary: Crowley finds you crying in your room because you failed a really important test

Warnings: mentions of sex, curse words, protective!Dean which of course counts as a warning

You had been taken under the Winchesters wing for a while now, they agreed to share the bunker with you as long as you didn’t drop out of school after that wendigo hunt that had left so many scars, physical and emotional. They had warned you about the dangers of being a hunter and how it would eventually kill you and the ones you loved around you if you decided to take it up as a job. They kind of saw you as the little sister they never had, to be protected at all costs...

But when it got to the King of Hell, well, that was a whole other story.

Crowley had been around you a few times, the boys did not want him anywhere near you, had it been for them they would’ve put up a 12 feet round salt circle with you in it, but of course you would’ve argued.

You didn’t see the King of Hell as a threat, you even found him charming. His witty comments mocking Sam and Dean made you laugh in silence more times than you could count, his confident stand and even the pace of his steps made your insides nervous, ticklish. When he was around, he’d salute you with a slight tilt from his head and a “Kitten”. Nickname which would make the Winchesters roll their eyes and tell him to focus with, frankly, nearly not any manners.

The first time you talked with him properly, even though the boys were around, was kind of cute. You were helping them with some research and he went to stand by you, eyeing whatever you were reading, you had to suppress a laugh at how his eyes squinted trying to read the tiny letters.

“Something funny, Pet?” he asked you, a hidden, smug smirk in his lips. Sam and Dean gave each other a look, which shifted to Crowley afterwards.

“No, no, nothing” you assured him smiling, returning your gaze to your book “I’m guessing this snooping around is due to boredom, your Majesty?”

Crowley now grinned notably whilst Dean’s head snapped back at you.

“What did you just call him?” the eldest Winchester asked quite annoyed, but you dismissed him anyways.

“How’s hell, Crowley?” you said turning to him, ignoring Dean’s question and Sam’s glance at you.

“It’s okay Squirrel, I think (Y/N) here can take care of herself just fine” he said without taking his eyes off of yours and winking “Hell’s fine, by the way. Sweet, boring hell, which I should be getting back to right now, I hope by next time I drop by you’ll actually have something to show me”.

His eyes flew to Dean’s flared face with annoyance, then Sam’s and finally they fell back at you.

“I’ll be seeing you around, Kitten” and with this he vanished.

After that, Dean had scolded you, repeated once again what Crowley was capable of and how you shouldn’t be joking around with him. You shrugged it off just like Sam did, because nor him nor his brother were able to keep Crowley at bay with you after that. He’d drop by even more than he did before, and most of the times his words were directed at you, not the boys, talking about Hell, hunts, and overall non-important stuff. The Winchesters finally gave up and had to deal with the fact that, inevitably, you and the King of Hell were close.

A few months passed since your first little chat with Crowley, Dean insisted in scoffing and rolling his eyes every time he made a flirty move on you, Sam just smiled, guessing you probably had a thing going on for him as well.

Things stayed that way until the last term of the semester started, then you were buried underneath books, essays and projects. You still talked on the phone with Crowley at least once a week, but seeing each other personally was nearly impossible, he did not want to distract you.

When he was sure you were just days far from finishing school, he appeared at the bunker with the classical “Hello boys”, scanning the library, but you were nowhere to be seen.

“Looking for something?” Dean mocked, which caused Crowley to gave him a boring look.

“Very funny, Squirrel. You know bloody well who I’m looking for and I don’t see her in this room” he answered giving them a sarcastic look.

“Now’s not a good time Crowley” Sam affirmed without looking up from his laptop.

“Whatever do you mean, Moose? I’ve been told (Y/N) is almost finished with the semester, she should have less deadlines now” he argues when Dean interrupts.

“She failed a test and she has been... moody, the whole day, I wouldn’t even touch her if I were you, hell, I wouldn’t even go near her” he suggests winking at him. Crowley grunts at his, yet again, unsuccessful attempt to keep him far away from you.

“That’s because you two morons don’t know how to talk to her, I’ll just go to her room” he says beginning to walk, causing Sam to stop paying attention to his laptop and instead getting up all of a sudden along with Dean, who’s decided to stop Crowley.

“Wow wow wow, you’re not going into (Y/N)’s room” Dean declares laying a hand on Crowley’s chest so he doesn’t make another move “You’ve never been to her room”.

Crowley removes Dean’s hand with visible disgust.

“Oh Dean, I thought we were past the whole ‘Stay the hell away from (Y/N)’ deal. Listen Squirrel, if you don’t let me see how (Y/N)’s doing, I’ll just zap myself over there, understood?” he demands, and Dean is about to say something when Sam interrupts.

“Dean... maybe he’ll be able to cheer her up” he encourages timidly.

“What? Oh so you’re on his side now?” Dean reclames and Crowley can’t help but roll his eyes, snap his fingers and there he is, inside your room, standing in front of you.

You are laying flat on the bed when the unexpected smell of sulfur, whiskey and citrus invades your nostrils and makes you smile slightly.

“Crowley” you greet him lifting from your bed, inviting him to sit at the edge of it.

“Hello, darling” he says smiling back and accepting your offer of taking a seat next to you. When he gets closer he notices your swollen, red eyes “Have you been crying, Pet?”

You avert your sight and say nothing.

“Pet?” Crowley prompts “Are you alright?”

“Yeah” you lie “It’s nothing really, just some stupid test”.

“It’s not ‘stupid’ if it’s important to you. What is it? I know you. You can’t tell me you forgot to study or something like that”.

“I didn’t! I-“ your voice cracks again and you have to clear your throat to keep speaking “Of course I didn’t forget. I studied. Hard. But my professor said that ‘my answers weren’t clear enough’ which I totally disagree and I... I just find it unfair”.

“Huh” he says listening to you ramble whilst he gets up and starts walking in circles around your room. You glance at him and see his thoughtful look “Perhaps we could arrange an appointment between your teacher and my hellhounds”.

You laugh lightly and shake your head.

“Whatever it’s... it’s fine, I suppose the boys told you” you say “Guess now I’ll just have to drop out of school and take up hunting again”.

Crowley rolls his eyes for the eleventh time this day. Even if you’re joking he doesn’t like the thought of you being in danger, much less getting hurt or even... or even killed.

“Quit being dramatic, (Y/N), it doesn’t suit you at all” he tells you arching an eyebrow “Besides, we both now I’m the dramatic one in this relationship”.

You chuckle.

“Is that so?” you ask.

“Yes” he answers walking towards you and cupping your face with his hands, wiping the last tears from your eyes. You let a sigh escape.

“How did the boys let you in anyways?” you say changing the subject. Crowley scoffs at your question.

“They didn’t. In fact, they surely must still be discussing my quite essential stay with you today” he answers, taking his hands off your cheeks and sitting beside you.

You nod in understandment, amused.

“Everything’s going to be okay, Kitten” he assures you, placing his hand in your leg, yours instantly flies to it.

“I know” you tell him, moving your other hand to his cheek and making him face you “Thank you, for being here...”

He grins softly.

“Anything for you, love” he says and you smile. Slowly, you start leaning forward towards his lips. Crowley stares at you perplexed, but does nothing to stop you, instead, he shifts to touch the nape of your neck and leans into the kiss.

The kiss is swift. It begins with slow, careful movements, eager lips brushing over yours, turning into a heated passion as Crowley requests for entrance with his tongue and you jump to his lap. He explores your mouth until you’re both out of air.

“Well that’s an interesting turn of events” he tells you arching his brows and you laugh giving him a mild smack in the chest with your elbow.

“Shut up” you say pecking his lips a few times “You know... if Sam or Dean come in they’ll kill you right?”

The boys are right outside the door waiting for you or Crowley to go out, conflicted if they should go in, or knock, given that they’re not able to listen to anything you say.

“They’ve been insanely quiet in there” Dean’s mind begins to wander in the possible escenarios where you’re involved with Crowley. In your room. And he doesn’t like any of them.

“So what Dean? Maybe they’re just catching up” Sam says, exasperated with his brother.

“No, no, no, I could hear murmurs just minutes ago, now it’s total silence”. Sam sighs.

“Do you really want to go in there? Like really?” he questions giving his brother a look.

Dean considers his options for a few seconds.

“You know what? I’m going in” he asserts and Sam laughs.

“Suit yourself, I’ll be right behind you, covering my eyes”.

“Don’t be a baby” Dean snorts, but to be honest, he’s praying he doesn’t find you having sex with the King of Hell.

They come in the room to spot you in Crowley’s lap, arms wrapped around his neck, eyes closed, his mouth grazing over yours.

“Crowley you son of a bitch!” Dean yells at him, taking long strides to get to you.

“Squirrel” Crowley says sighing, whereas you do the same, adding an eye roll “Didn’t your mommy teach you how to knock?”

Sam is just laughing in the back, glad that at least they didn’t find you naked.

Dean is about to continue yelling at you and Crowley just raises his hand, snaps his fingers and you’re on his throne in hell.

“I believe that was our cue, love” he tells you with a half smirk in his face. You outburst in laughter.

“After this Dean’s definitely making me sleep with the dog” you state. Crowley chuckles lightly “Well, if we had a dog”.

“I thought that was Castiel” he says pretending confusion, you snort and shake your head, a grin not leaving your face.

Crowley takes a lock of your hair between his fingers and starts playing with it. At the same time, he leaves a trail of wet kisses that go from your mouth to your neck.

“Those Winchesters are lucky I was too busy admiring you to shove them out the room and lock the door” he acknowledges, continuing tracing kisses along your skin.

“They’re lucky they found us with clothes on” you admit and he chuckles again.

“Now now, Pet, never took you for the naughty type” he jokes “Quite honestly, I figured this was eventually going to happen, but I always thought I’d be the one to invite you out”.

“You want to invite me out?” you tease “Never saw that coming”.

Crowley smirks, faking annoyance.

“I’m asking to date you, (Y/N), but of course you would tease me about it” he says. You giggle, he’s right “So, what’s your answer?”

“Yes” you speak without hesitation, covering his lips with yours in a long, deep kiss.

“See? If Dean Winchester decides to kick you out the bunker, which I’m highly doubtful, you get to sleep with the King of Hell, not the dog” he tells you with bedroom eyes.

You bite your lips and nod, proceeding to keep making out with the King for a long time, spending the night with him. Dean’s chide can wait.

MASTERLIST

#crowley x reader #crowley #crowley supernatural #crowley fic #crowley fanfiction #crowley x reader fic #crowley x reader fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fic

[jinmukangwrites]

Number 15 for Jason and Dick?

Ficlets, I say through tears, as it once again goes over 1k words... Let's just say, 2 asks for the same promt... Double the words???

Warnings for kidnapping, noncon touching, non-explicit noncon nudity, implied threats of noncon/rape, captivity, basically Dick’s kidnapped by a total creep and Jason comes to rescue him okay???? No actual noncon/rape is in this ficlet. But be aware!!!

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Jason finding Dick happened completely by chance. He was only searching the run down home because it was in the Narrows and because reports of "strange noises" have been going ignored from local authorities.

When he broke into the home, all he found was a man drinking piss smelling beer from a moth-eaten sofa, who immediately jumped up and grabbed a 12gauge shotgun, aiming to kill. Of course Jason took him down, then checked over the gun to find it definitely short barreled, it's serial number scratched out. There's no way it was purchased legally... Which makes it at least a little worth it for Jason to have snuck in here.

He used that as an excuse to check the rest of the home, searching for what those strange noises could possibly be.

H finds a hidden room under a rug conveniently placed in the master bedroom... he finds Dick laying with his hands and feet handcuffed to the four corners of a threadbare, metal framed bed.

When he finds that hidden room and finds Dick... he almost wishes he hadn't. That way, he could still believe that Dick was off somewhere, fighting his captors with everything he's got, practically in the middle of his own escape by the time rescue shows up.

That way, he wouldn't see Dick as he is now, laying limply, completely naked, his body splattered with grime, blood, and other bodily fluids that Jason's sure if he takes off his hood, the smell would be horrid.

It's been close to five days since Dick's gone missing, practically dropping off the face of the earth, and by the looks of it, he'd been attached to this bed the entire time.

"Dick," he breathes, rushing forward. To Dick's credit, the guy only flinches a little, closing his eyes and cringing the second Jason's within the corners of his sight. For a horrifying second, Jason's almost afraid Dick's too out of it to realize it's Jason and not his captor, but Dick blinks sluggishly, and focuses on Jason with hopeful recognition.

"Jay," he croaks, "you came."

Jason nods, trying not to think about that he's only found Dick by pure happenstance. That, in reality, they were at dead-ends so deep you couldn't see the bottom of. He pushes the begging shards of guilt out from his stomach and leans forward with lockpicks in his hands. He releases Dick's hands first, and then almost goes down to his ankles, but trembling, grime covered hands stop him.

"Please," Dick says, sounding so close to shattering. "Let me."

Jason lets him. He gives Dick the picks and backs off to give him privacy as he bends forward to unlock his own legs. As Dick works, Jason slips his leather jacket, knowing it's at least two sizes too big on Dick and will cover most of his exposed body. It's also warm. Definitely warmer than the room. Jason still has his under-armor, he doesn't need the jacket.

Once Dick lets out a weak sound of victory, both cuffs off his ankles, Jason steps forward to help Dick slide to the edge of the mattress. He wordlessly hands Dick his jacket, and Dick takes it gratefully, sliding his thin arms through the sleeves and zipping it all the way up. His legs are still exposed, but the jacket falls far enough to cover everything else.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" Jason asks, mentally hitting himself for not asking that sooner.

Dick flashes a smile, one that looks so fake, and shrugs. "Few scrapes and bruises... Nothing to worry about."

Jason frowns. Five days of captivity and nothing besides scrapes and bruises? "What did he want with you?"

Dick's entire posture tenses. He releases a shaky breath. "J-just touching... Mostly. Looking."

Jason feels something tighten in his chest. "Did he-?"

Dick immediately shakes his head. "No. He- talked about it... But never... He might have soon if you hadn't... But I'm fine. None... None of that."

Dick sounds shaken, which Jason understands. He wishes he could go back upstairs and beat the man a little harder, but right now... He just needs to get Dick home. He takes a deep breath to cool his anger, and then slumps down slowly to make himself less big. Less threatening. He finally takes off his helmet as well.

"Can you walk?" Jason asks.

Dick suddenly looks unsure, but he smiles and curls his fists above his thighs. "Of course, little wing, I've got this."

In Jason's opinion, it looks like Dick's about to blow over. Jason can tell when someone's trying to take control when he sees it, and while he's not sure if Dick's doing this to keep up his big strong older brother appearance... or if it's for himself.

Either way, Jason let’s Dick slowly work himself up to his feet. Jason… wants nothing more than to rush forward and grab Dick and steady him as he quite visibly struggles to balance on his own two feet, but he holds back, resisting biting his lip as Dick takes a deep breath along with a first step.

Dick stumbles, and Jason rushes forward before he can think about it, grabbing Dick by the shoulders and attempting to steady him. Dick… flinches in Jason’s grasp and Jason immediately stills. He looks up with a swallow, watching as Dick stares at his feet and breaths so deeply the leather jacket he’s swimming in rustles. 

“Can… can I help you?” Jason asks. 

Dick’s not going to make it up the ladder to the bedroom, let alone across the entirety of the house to the outside. Dick takes a second to calm himself, then he nods with a stiff neck. “Yeah… yeah I might… I just wanted…”

“It’s okay,” Jason says, slowly moving Dick’s arm so he’s more fully supported. “I understand. Can ya get on my back? I’ll need both hands to climb the ladder. Just hold on tight.”

Dick nods, then shifts against Jason so his chest is against Jason’s back, arms wrapping around his neck and weakly holding on with probably everything he has. He manages to stay on though as Jason climbs up the ladder and into the bedroom. The second he’s on solid ground, Dick practically scrambles back and grabs onto a nearby dresser, chest heaving and eyes screwed shut. Jason stands there and watches helplessly and pathetically as Dick slowly gets a hold of himself… he’s never seen Dick like this before. He’s on the brink of panic, and for once in his life he doesn’t want to be touched. 

“I sent a ping B’s way… he should be here soon,” Jason says softly when it looks like Dick’s back enough to himself to process words. “If you want… we can wait here until-”

Dick shakes his head. “I want… I want out of this fucking house.”

Dick stubbornly lifts an arm, and before either of them could hesitate Jason grabs it and wraps the limb around his neck. Dick feels tense like a viper, and Jason can tell he’s fighting to keep his breathing even, so Jason moves as quickly as he can.

If Dick closes his eyes when they pass the unconscious man Jason stupidly left in the middle of the front room, Jason doesn’t say anything. He just continues to support Dick and help him out the front door and down the three steps leading up to it. Thankfully, by that time, the Batmobile is screeching to a halt and Bruce is jumping out in full regalia. Jason steps back the second Bruce is close enough to gather Dick into his arms. 

Jason watches with an odd sense of detachment as Dick immediately melts into Bruce's arms; tears bursting from his eyes and a sob breaking out of his throat. Now… Jason really has no idea what to do as Dick falls apart and Bruce lifts Dick up, carefully keeping him covered with the leather jacket. Jason’s seen Dick cry before… sure, but never like this. And he only seems to cry harder when Bruce mutters it’s okay chum, before looking up and meeting Jason’s eyes. 

“Thank you.”

And wow, lots of strange things today.

Jason clears his throat. “I have to um… get my helmet.” He points at the house behind him and takes a step back, feeling like he’s intruding on Dick being so vulnerable. “I’ll… I’ll call Gordon too. So you can take him home…”

Bruce regards him for a second, shifts Dick in his arms, whose sobbings have turned into soft and sleepy whimpers, then slowly nods. 

Jason nods as well. Swallows; takes a deep breath. “Will he… will he be okay?”

Bruce grunts then turns to the Batmobile. “In time…” he says, like if he says it, it will become true. “Once we have him settled… I’m sure he’d love to see you. There’s roast leftovers in the fridge if you-”

“Sure, B.” 

Jason says it before he can convince himself out of it. Bruce looks at him for a moment longer, then takes the practically passed out Dick Grayson to the Batmobile and drives away. Jason stands there for a moment until he can no longer see the taillights. He then pulls out his phone and calls the police, leaving an anonymous tip for the kidnapper.

He takes a deep breath, then returns to the house, telling himself everything will be okay and that Dick will recover and things will be good again.

He steps on the man’s hand as he walks past. It’s not like anyone’s here to tell him not to do so. 

#dick grayson #jason todd #nightwing #red hood #bruce wayne #batman #dc comics #dc #batman comics #jin writes #fanfiction #noncon touching tw #noncon nudity tw #threats of rape/noncon tw #kidnapping tw #hugs #it ENDS IN HUGS I SWEAR #dick gets a good cry and things eventually go back to normal i swear

[nessiesspeakeasy]

Tropemas Day 02: What I want for Christmas

“Oops,” Rhys said in a daze as he stared up at the cloudy sky. He’d slipped off the ladder and landed in the snow on his back.

“Oops?” a deep voice echoed. Jack glared at him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Falling for you, obviously,” he laughed. When Jack didn’t, Rhys rolled his eyes.  “Alright, I was decorating your house.”

“What?” Jack blinked and looked around. Rhys watched the fury start to build. “You-”

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Rhys notices Jack isn't decorating this year and ends up helping more than he realized.

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Rhys smirked as he set up the lights just after Thanksgiving. His neighbor, Jack, hadn’t even started yet. Last year, they’d been up the day before Thanksgiving. Last year, they had spent every waking moment trying to out decorate each other. They had gotten into several arguments with each other over it.

This year, though…  It had been quiet next door. Quiet and desolate. He’d hardly seen Jack through the month and now it was only Rhys decorating. Well, that was that, then.

Rhys worked his way through and around his house, making it gorgeous. He glanced at Jack’s property throughout the day, though. It really was strange for Jack not to be working outside.

Still, four days later, Rhys found that Jack’s home seemed just as empty as ever. He hummed. It didn’t look the same deserted as it was. He bit his lip and decided to try something. He moved one of his decorations across the border and into his yard. He waited a day. When nothing happened, he decided to take some initiative.

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Angel sighed and then coughed. She lay on the couch like she had been when her siren transformation had started. Her dad had shut the house down and doted on her night and day and it was nice, but… 

He hadn’t decorated this year for Christmas and she was missing it. She stared at the window with the blinds drawn closed. She sighed again and then froze. Someone was outside. That couldn’t be right, her dad was in his office doing a few hours of work.

Quietly, she sat up and went to it. Her body ached, tired and worn, but she continued to peak through the wooden slabs. She covered her mouth as she gasped. Their neighbor, the one dad always argued with, was decorating their yard! She smiled. She’d always loved Rhys and she loved him even more now. She went back to the couch and smiled to herself.

“You seem happier,” her dad said at dinner.

She shrugged. “I feel a little more rested.”

He smiled. “Good. Would you like to watch a movie tonight?”

“Okay!”

Angel cuddled into her father as they picked a movie. She liked these times through the change when her father slowed down and they could just be together. She lay on him, her eyes slipping closed.

She woke up on the couch to a yell and a crash. She jolted upright and then almost fell back onto the couch, .

Her dad came running in. “What the hell? Angel are you alright?”

“It wasn’t me! It was from outside! I hope that wasn’t Rhys!”

“Why would it be Rhys?” He went out the front door.

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“Oops,” Rhys said in a daze as he stared up at the cloudy sky. He’d slipped off the ladder and landed in the snow on his back.

“Oops?” a deep voice echoed. Jack glared at him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Falling for you, obviously,” he laughed. When Jack didn’t, Rhys rolled his eyes.  “Alright, I was decorating your house.”

“What?” Jack blinked and looked around. Rhys watched the fury start to build. “You-”

Rhys sat up and looked around. He supposed that maybe he’d gone a little overboard, but he’d wanted it to match his house.

The window was opened. “Rhys! Are you okay? It looks so good!” Angel called.

He waved to her. “I’m okay, thanks for asking!”

Jack eyed his daughter and then sighed. “Fine, but only because Angel likes it.”

Angel gasped. “He can do the inside too!”

“No, he can’t, sweetheart.”

“Yes! He! Can! You want some cocoa Rhys? That was a bad fall.”

There was silence between them. Rhys was just about to excuse himself when Jack sighed. He reached down and helped Rhys to his feet.

He firmly walked Rhys into the house and then locked the door behind them. Rhys felt a twinge of panic begin, but then his body stiffened and he understood.

“Oh.” He walked ahead of Jack and into the living room where the young siren sat on the couch. She had small, white, feathered wings growing from her back.

She smiled and waved at him. She looked absolutely strung out.

Rhys smiled and let his own wings unfurl, turning visible while he did so. They were a vibrant blue with a bat-like look to them. A very subtle surge of electricity spread through them. He went over to her and knelt down.

“Yours are going to be beautiful. Wanna look and touch mine?”

She nodded.

Rhys sat on the couch and turned so she could have unrestricted access to them. His eyes met Jack’s. They were hard to read, but he could tell he’d surprised Jack at least.

“How long did yours take?” Angel asked.

“A year, but I have to admit it’s cause I kept trying to get rid of them. It wasn’t safe for my parents to know, but they kept growing back so I ran away to my uncle’s house. He kept me safe while I fully transformed. I don’t recommend doing what I did. Once I was safe, they only took a little over a month.”

“Then I’ll have them by Christmas!”

Rhys smiled. “You could be the Christmas angel.”

She wrinkled her nose.

That made him laugh.

Jack left and came back minutes later with hot cocoa.

“Thank you.”

“Thanks dad!”

“So, can you sense each other?”

Rhys answered. “Only when we have fully grown wings, that’s why Angel knew about me, but I didn’t know about her until I was in her house where the concentrated energy was.”

Jack nodded.

“No one else around here is one, Jack. Angel’s safe.”

“Good.”

There was a pause before Rhys looked at Angel. “So, you want this place decorated?”

“Yeah! We haven’t had time since I started the change.”

“Well, if your dad’s okay with it, I’ll get this place so decorated, everywhere you look will be Christmas.”

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Jack hadn’t been sure of Rhys, especially not after last year when they’d gotten into a heated competition over their yards. Now, with Angel, he was beginning to see a good side in Rhys. It was a gentle, sweet one that had Angel lighting up like the front of their house.

However, he glared at Rhys, holding a real Christmas tree in their doorway. “We have one already.”

Rhys frowned. “I don’t remember seeing a tree?”

“It’s still in the box.”

“Why would-” Rhys gasped, looking utterly disgusted. “You use a fake tree? Do you even have a Christmas spirit?” He began to push into Jack’s house. “What was last year, then? Were you actually decorating for Christmas or just being competitive? Cause if you were just competitive, I totally won last year.”

“Like hell you did! A fake tree is just as good-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” Rhys snapped. He walked into the living room, dragging the tree behind him. “Angel, your father is insane! He’s trying to tell me a fake tree is just as good as a real one!”

Angel giggled where she lay on the couch.

“It is!” Jack growled.

Rhys stopped and shoved the tree at Jack. “Do you smell that, Jack? That’s the smell of Christmas! You don’t get that with a fake tree!”

Jack stumbled away, the sting of pine needles in his nose. “Ow! What is wrong with you?”

Rhys ignored that as he stopped and sighed, dropping the tree to the floor. “I bet this means you don’t have a tree stand. I’ll have to go home and get one.” He stepped over the tree. He was almost tall enough, but he had to jump the rest of the way and ended up tumbling into Jack.

He caught Rhys easily, though they stumbled into the wall. He found to his great surprise that he liked the feel of Rhys against him. He did not let go of Rhys, instead waiting for him to move away.

“Ya fallin’ for me, cupcake?”

“Tch, fall for a guy who thinks a fake tree is the best tree?” And yet, Rhys did not pull away. They stared at each other for a long moment before finally, he pulled away. “I’ll be right back.”

“Mhmm,” Jack hummed. It took Jack a moment to notice Angel. He felt it before he saw that wide grin across her face. He frowned. “What?”

“Nothing.”

He rolled his eyes and stared at the tree. “I guess I should get the decorations out.”

He helped Rhys set the tree up and left him and Angel to decorate it. He made them lunch, smiling as he heard Angel telling Rhys where to put each ornament. This carried through the day when Rhys decorated the house. By the time dinner was made, they had finished. Rhys sat on the floor on the other side of the coffee table with Jack.

Jack appraised the house. “Alright, it doesn’t look bad.”

“Of course it doesn’t, Angel was the brains behind it. This is delicious!”

“Thanks.”

He helped Jack clean up, his voice quiet when they were away from Angel. “I had an idea while I was decorating.”

“That’s dangerous.”

He laughed when Rhys hit him. “I was thinking you could dress up for Santa and visit Angel.”

Jack leaned against the counter. “And what are you going to be?”

Rhys frowned. “I didn’t think I’d be anything?”

“Nu uh, sugar, if I have to look stupid, so do you.”

Rhys scoffed. “It’s not stupid.”

-----

It was a week before Jack would dress up as Santa and Rhys found himself missing the two. He hadn’t realized how much they had brought him so much warmth this year that his home felt completely empty. He sighed and turned on a Christmas movie.

When the day came, he dressed in his elf costume and met Jack at the back door of his house. He opened it wearing the full Santa garb.

“This is-” he lowered his voice. “This is fucking stupid, Rhys.”

Rhys smiled, taking in the stuffed belly and the fake beard. He hummed. “I dunno, I’m kinda diggin’ it.”

Jack frowned, but his beard moved as he smiled. “You would think Santa’s hot.” He opened the door for Rhys to go in. “Here we go.” He led the way, his voice loud and jolly. “HO HO HO! I HEAR THERE’S A GIRL WHO’S BEEN VERY GOOD THIS YEAR!”

Angel gasped and covered her mouth as she giggled. “Santa!” She smiled when she saw Rhys. “Rhys!”

“I’m working for Santa right now, Angel,” Rhys winked.

“Yeah, and Santa wants to know what you want for Christmas.” Jack knelt down next to where Angel had sat up, her wings more than halfway grown now. “Tell, me, Angel, what’s in your heart of hearts? What would you like for Christmas?”

She smiled wide and leaned in. “What I really want for Christmas is for my dad to marry Rhys!”

There was silence in the room as Angel looked proud of herself.

Rhys covered his mouth to muffle his laughter. “Uh, s’cuse me!” He tried not to run, but the door slammed too hard for his liking. He slunk around the corner of Jack’s house, leaned against it and laughed. He rested his hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath.

The door opened and Jack stood next to him. His beard was pulled down. “I thought you’d gone home.”

Rhys shook his head. “Just- just-” he was laughing too hard. “I didn’t… Expect that!”

Jack smiled and his shoulders started to shake in laughter. “Neither did I!”

Their laughter grew infectious, each spinning the other into harder laughter. When, after several minutes, they’d calmed down, Rhys wiped the tears from his eyes.

“We must be better together than I thought if Angel wants us to be a couple. I know I prefer it to fighting.”

Jack smirked. “I gotta admit I do too. You’re really good with her, I haven’t seen her smile like that since this all started.”

“Well, I adore her,” Rhys said easily.

Jack was silent for a moment. “Could you adore me too?”

Rhys’ heart pattered wildly in his chest as his brows widened in shock. “You wanna get married?”

He could definitely see the pink get darker on Jack’s face. “I wasn’t exactly thinking married, but…”

Not even if he tried could he hide the smile on his face. “I adore both of you. And honestly, it’s gotten lonely without you guys.”

Jack’s eyes twinkled and he stepped into Rhys’ space. “You’re lonely without me, sugar?”

Shrugging, Rhys tugged on the beard. “What about you?”

“I loved holding you. And I want to kiss you.”

“Well, no kisses until there’s a proposal, Mister.”

“Watch Angel, I’ll be back.”

Rhys blinked as Jack went into the house and then left in his vehicle. He had been joking. He hoped Jack hadn’t left for the reason he was thinking he had. He went into the house, his mind racing.

“I’m sorry!” Angel said. “I- Dad asked me and-”

Rhys put his hand up to stop her. “No, sweetie, don’t even worry about it. You did no harm, I promise. Let’s watch a movie.” He sat down on the couch with her, snuggling in when she lay against him.

“How are your wings today?”

“Sore. I’m tired of them being so sore.”

“Have you stretched them today?”

“Not yet…”

Rhys sat up. “Okay, we’ll stretch them while we watch the movie.” He gently took a wing and slowly extended it. She winced, but didn’t try to stop him. When he had it extended all the way, he looked at her. “How does that feel?”

“Better, they still hurt, but it’s better.”

“Good.” He moved it around as best he could without causing her too much discomfort. He switched to the next one and repeated the process. When he was done he had her move them around herself. “You need to do this everyday. Trust me, it makes all the difference in the world.”

“Okay… Could you help me with that?”

“Of course.”

Jack showed up an hour later with lunch and cupcakes. He paused the movie.

“Awe! It was almost done!” Angel huffed.

Jack set the box on the table in front of Rhys. “Open it.”

Rhys met his eyes. He was still dressed as an elf and Jack was still dressed as Santa, stuffed tummy and everything. His hands started to shake as he opened it. 

The cupcakes were all Christmas themed, snowmen, Santas, Christmas trees and presents. The center had a present decorated in fondant. Placed on it was a gorgeous, if not slightly gaudy ring.

Angel gasped. “What!?”

Rhys stared at it. Jack was serious. He was really proposing to Rhys. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Rhys. He looked at Jack. “Well?” His lips twitched upward as he waited.

Jack grinned. He picked the ring up and knelt in front of Rhys. “Will you marry me, cupcake?”

“You guys aren’t doing this just cause I asked, right!? This isn’t just pretend?”

“No, Angel, I’m very serious,” Jack said.

“I am too,” Rhys said. “Yeah, yeah I’ll marry you, Jack.” He smiled wide as Angel screamed with joy. Jack slid the ring on and tugged him off the couch and into a kiss.

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐗: 𝐓𝐖𝐎 — 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: everyone x fem! reader (basically)

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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: angst, fluff

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you download an otome game called, ‘paradox’ and become addicted to the game. the longer you play, the more you realize that the game isn’t as normal as it seems.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cussing, violence, gore, sexual situations/smut (not in this chapter), possible triggers, horrible writing, underage sex, rape/non-con, character deaths, sexual content, age differences, etc.

𝐀/𝐍: lowercase intended + sorry for the long wait, i was suffering from writers block, some chapters will be short because i’ll be adding choices/decisions mid story. at least that means i’ll update faster ~

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: i’ll be making a tag list for anyone who wants to be updated/notified of when i post! please comment or send an ask if you would like to be tagged!

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | 𝐓𝐖𝐎 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 | 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈 | 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 — 𝐌. 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐊𝐄𝐘:

[ ✉ ] - in game (chat requests)

[ 💌 ] - in game (narration)

[ 📨 ] - status notification

[ 🕊 ] - in game texts

[ ⌛️ ] - hourglass (more) — [ ⏳ ] - hourglass (less)

[ 🔮 ] - magic (given)

[ 🥀 ] - curse (given)

[ 🌺 ] - gift (given)

[ 💕 ] - like — [ 💞 ] - love

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎: 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐔

“i don’t know if we should trust him..” izuku whispers to you before giving bunny boy a quick glance.

-

what will you say?

‣ “he doesn’t seem harmful..”

‣ “yeah, you’re right..but he seems to know what’s going on.”

-

“yeah, you’re right..but he seems to know what’s going on,” you mumble back.

⁻ ˏˋ꒰ 📨 ꒱ ˊˎ⁻

izuku: 💕

you got a heart from izuku ~ !

you can collect more hearts from characters if you choose a favored choice! so do be careful when choosing because you can lose hearts too!

⁻ ˏˋ꒰ 📨 ꒱ ˊˎ⁻

as you continue to follow bunny boy, you take notice at just how many turns and corridors you guys walked through. it looks like you guys are in a mansion.

bunny boy wasn’t making it easy to follow him. he keeps walking in such a brisk way without stopping to check if you guys are even following.

after a few more minutes of walking all of you end up in front of two unusually large doors. bunny boy takes a minute to straighten himself before reaching a slightly shaking hand for the door knob. he slowly opens the door, obviously afraid of what lies beyond it.

bunny boy’s ears droop even lower when a smooth voice filled with irritation breaks the silence.

“ah, you finally came. what took you so long tamaki? you know how much i hate tardiness.”

bunny boy, now known as tamaki opens the door fully and takes a step aside so you and izuku can enter.

the room- or well dinning room, looks just as whimsical as everything else. a long dining table with numerous empty seats sat in the middle of the room. two plates on either end of the table lay untouched.

a blonde haired boy with blue eyes occupies one end of the table. he, like the whole mansion has a fairytale like touch to it. the clothes that cling to his form looks very fitting, like it was specifically tailored for him. it doesn’t look like those cheap looking costumes you can get online.

“i-i apologize, prince monoma, please forgive me. it won’t h-happen again,” tamaki stutters out, visibly shaking under the boy’s hard eyes.

the blonde clicks his tongue and looks away, his whole demeanor changing when his eyes lay on you.

“ah, so the angel has arrived, come, take a seat,” monoma motions to the other end of the table with his hand, a sly smile playing on his lips. it surprises you at just how quickly he can change his mood.

what does he mean by angel? storing that thought to the side, you take quick awkward steps towards your seat. izuku is just a few inches behind you.

“wait- who is that?” monoma gestures towards izuku, his face showing clear disgust.

you pause in your walk, exchanging a look with izuku. what’s his problem?

“this is my friend. is there a problem with him being here?” you stood somewhat protectively in front of izuku. some tone slipping into your voice.

one of monoma’s eyebrows tick up and he lets out a scoff, “yes, it is. your peasant friend isn’t allowed in my mansion.” he turns his attention back to izuku, “now, tamaki, escort this filth out.”

“my friend isn’t a peasant! if he leaves then i’ll leave too.” you don’t normally raise your voice at someone but in situations like these you can’t help it. this arrogant blonde just insulted your friend!

tamaki’s eyes jump from monoma to you, unsure of what to do. he looks even more nervous than before. (if that was even possible).

monoma gives you a hard look for a few seconds. he looks back at izuku then back at you. you keep eye contact, adamant about izuku staying. the blonde let’s out a sigh, irritation slowly making his head hurt.

“fine, but he is not going to be served. sadly, i only prepared a meal for two,” artificial sympathy drips from his voice as he flashes a wry smile your way.

you ignore him and take your seat, izuku opting to sit in the one on your left. monoma sighs quietly, quite displeased with your rather rude display. no one ignores him. he’s a prince after all!

the blonde rests a napkin on his lap and begins to eat, awkwardly staring at you as he does so.

you look down at your plate of food. it smells delicious..but there is something off about it. it just smells so..good? too good almost.

at first glance it looks pretty normal until you realize the whole meal is covered in some sort of rainbow glitter thing. there are transparent looking noodles, regular looking chicken, mushrooms, and some sort of sauce drizzled all over them. you aren’t sure if your eyes are playing with you but you think the mushrooms are glowing a dim yellow.

the drink to your right isn’t any less strange. it looks like water but the bottom has some sort of blue substance..that’s glowing.

“well, aren’t you going to eat? it’s rude to decline a meal i so generously made for you,” monoma continues to eat, already half way done with his.

“what..is this?”

“it’s food, what else do you think it is?” the prince gives you a face that just screams, ‘duh.’ he’s starting to get on my nerves.

monoma observes you, slightly offended by you not accepting his welcome meal. he didn’t really know what he expected when he was notified by tamaki that the gods from above sent him a letter.

on that day (yesterday actually), he feared that the gods wanted to bestow some sort of curse on him for..not being the most pleasant person.

in actuality the letter told him that the gods would like to gift the land people with an angel sense they have noticed the ground people have been having..many unsolved problems for centuries.

monoma isn’t so sure of how he feels about you. he imagined an actual angel, with pure white wings and all, a white beautiful gown, and the most kindest smile. all he’s got from you is disrespect and deep frowns. no where in the letter did it say that the angel would have a tag along with them too.

“is it supposed to be glowing? it doesn’t look very..normal.” you dart your eyes back down at the food, scrutinizing it. maybe he put poison in it?

“what do you mean, ‘not normal’ ? this is one of the finest healing meals i chose.” monoma gives you a puzzled look.

“what do you mean by healing?” maybe this guy is..crazy. it could explain a few things.

“do you not have healing meals up in the sky? perhaps you never do need one when among the clouds. you are after all an angel..so i won’t fault you for your lack of knowledge.” monoma waves his fork in the air as he begins to explain what healing meals are, “healing meals are just what they are, meals that heal. there are different kinds, some stronger than others. the one you have right now is considered a, ‘normal’ healing meal. the meat is from seren birds! if you eat them, they will calm you down. the mushrooms mostly help with keeping you youthful and refreshed. so now that i have so helpfully given you some insight on the foreign food, you may eat.”

everything he just said is total nonsense. you don’t understand anything. maybe he is crazy? did he put a sedative in your food? when you glance back at the blonde you realize he is waiting for you to eat. his eyes are solely focused on you.

looking down at your plate you will yourself to choose a random fork and pick up some of the noodles.

it..tastes good and it makes you feel..something. you feel..energized? you dig in more, tasting everything and even trying the unknown concoction. all of these new tastes you are experiencing is like..going to disney world with friends or tasting a delicious treat from a studio ghibli movie.

“is it..good?” izuku asks, a little perplexed by how eager you seem after the first bite. he wanted to stop you but you already ate it.

the food does smell really good, nothing he’d ever smelled or seen could compare.

-

what will you do?

‣ give him the fork

‣ feed him

-

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[casbandicoot]

A short fluffy Destiel fanfic. Also my first fanfic:

“So Dean, now that you’ve defeated yet another vampire, what will you do next?” Sam grinned, accepting a beer from Dean’s outstretched hand and cracking it open.

“I’m gonna go to Disneyland!” Dean said, taking a long drink from his own bottle. His eyes fell on Cas as he said it, who was already staring intently at him in that way of his. At the last word, Cas’s eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted to the side.

“Why would you want to go to Disneyland?” Cas asked, stepping out the way as Sam walked past him and out of the kitchen to adjust the bunker’s thermostat.

Before he answered, Dean allowed himself one tiny moment to stare into the angel’s eyes. Not even living in the bunker together and seeing each other everyday lessened that strange, swooping feeling in his stomach when he did.

A flap of wings interrupted his thoughts, and Cas was gone.

Dean took a long pull from his beer, absentmindedly running his tongue along the bottle’s lip.

The beer was just finished by the time Cas came back. He started talking as soon as he heard the familiar swoop of wings.

“Cas, man, it was a joke.”

“A joke?” Cas replied slowly. He was still wearing his trench coat, but his dark messy hair was obscured. Dean barked a laugh. Cas was wearing a pair of Mickey ears.

“No!” Dean said as soon as Cas’s hand moved up to take them off. “Don’t. Keep ‘em on. It’s a good look for you.”

Cas slightly narrowed his eyes, but let his hand fall to his side.

“But you were joking about Disneyland,” he said seriously. Despite his best efforts, Dean couldn’t match Cas’s expression. He covered his mouth with his hand and tried not to look too long at the ears. “This is what people wear there. I don’t need it if we’re not going.”

Dean’s first instinct was to tell his friend that he was adorable, but he bit it back. This was his friend. Friends were good. More was not. But that didn’t mean he couldn't make the most of this. It was just a funny situation. That was it.

“Actually, you know what?” he said, involuntarily taking a step towards Cas. A tuft of dark brown hair was sticking out on the side of the angel’s head, displaced by the Mickey ears. Dean’s hand itched to adjust it. He shoved his hand into his jean pocket instead. “I always kinda wanted to go to Disneyland. See the old rat trap.”

“I think he’s a mouse, actually,” Cas said automatically.

“Right.”

The next morning, Dean and Cas had the Impala packed for California. Sam stood outside the car as they got in, waiting to wave them off.

When Dean had told Sam the night before that they were planning to go to Disneyland, he’d expected a totally different reaction. Actually, he hadn’t even expected a particular reaction. He was just surprised by the way Sam had responded, and he wasn’t sure he liked what Sam said.

“I’ve actually already been to Disneyland. Back when I was at Stanford,” Sam had said from his computer when Dean came into the room and jumped unceremoniously onto the bed.

“Well then you can be our tour guide, Sammy. I know you like to show off your knowledge of everything.” Sam rolled his eyes in response but didn’t bother to retort. Instead, he turned towards Dean and smiled conspiratorially.

“Besides, I think you and Cas could use a little vacation time alone. See what happens.”

Dean looked down at the bed, his face burning.

“What are you talking about, Sammy?” he had muttered, but Sam had just shaken his head and smiled.

Now Dean was avoiding Sam’s eyes as he lifted his hand in a weak wave and put the car in drive. He turned the radio up loud and shook off his thoughts, shooting Cas an easy smile as they drove away. His heart thumped when Cas smiled back.

They made it to Anaheim in less than 24 hours, since Cas could take the wheel while Dean slept in the passenger seat. By the time they started passing Disneyland billboards, Dean had to admit he was getting excited. The food at Disneyland was supposed to be awesome.

The plan was to find a motel in the city, but Dean found himself driving closer to the park anyway. Cas had been alive for eons and he’d never been to Disneyland. They had to do it right. So instead, Dean found himself pulling up to a giant hotel building that advertised free shuttle service to the parks.

“Give us a room with one queen,” he told the girl at the desk, adjusting the leather duffel bag on his shoulder. She was wearing a Nightmare Before Christmas Disneyland button on her suit jacket.

It wasn’t until she looked back and forth between Dean and Cas that Dean realized the implications of asking for one bed. It’s not like she would guess he was staying with an angel who didn’t need to sleep.

“I think couple’s trips to Disneyland are so romantic,” she said, smiling encouragingly at Cas. His eyebrows furrowed and he turned to look at Dean.

“He just wanted to go to Disneyland. His father never took him as a child,” Cas said, as if that explained anything. Dean rubbed his hand across the back of his neck, and it was starting to feel like he was on fire.

“Just give me the keys,” he said gruffly, smiling weakly at the girl as an afterthought when he realized how unfriendly he sounded. She never lost her friendly expression, handing him a little white envelope with two keycards inside. Dean’s stomach clenched when out of the corner of his eye he caught her wink at Cas as they left. What did she think this was, some kind of honeymoon?

He ignored the twinge of longing that the idea brought with it.

As soon as Dean opened the door of their room, a new tension settled in his shoulders. He’d be staying here alone. With Cas. At night. He barreled into the room, tossing his bag onto the bed and backing away from it while Cas followed his example.

“Let’s hit the rides, huh?” He said, slapping his hand on Cas’s shoulder.

“That is why we came,” Cas said neutrally, looking at Dean’s hand on his shoulder longer than was probably necessary. Dean swallowed, still feeling the warmth from Cas’s shoulder in his hand as he pulled away.

Son of a bitch.

The metal detector at the park’s front gates beeped, shrieking its protest as soon as Dean stepped through.

“Sorry, did you make sure and empty your pockets?” an employee in a khaki vest and skirt asked cheerily. Dean glanced at her nametag, written in blue Disney-style font.

“Listen, Maggie,” he said, putting on his most charming smile and making direct eye contact with her. “I got a couple things I need to have with me. It’s alright, I’m FBI.”

Cas stood on the other side of the gates, already having flown into the park. He’d offered to take Dean with him, but flying with Cas was an experience Dean preferred to save for never again. Now he realized he was dumb to turn down the opportunity. He caught his angel- the angel’s- eye, just slightly jerking his head back in a signal. Judging from the way Cas disappeared, Dean hoped he’d gotten the hint.

“Well, we actually don’t allow anyone to carry weapons, Sir,” Maggie said, her professionalism unswayed by Dean’s batting eyelashes.

“Fine, hang on.” Dean turned and left the way he came, walking back through the lines of people until he found Cas waiting for him.

“You should’ve let me carry you, Dean,” Cas said, raising his eyebrow.

“Whatever, man,” Dean said, ignoring curious and alarmed glances from passersby as he pulled out his gun and a knife and handed them to Cas. “Take care of these for me.” The sight of Cas tucking the weapons into his trenchcoat while wearing the Mickey ears again was too much. Dean gripped his shoulder in what he hoped was a casual gesture, chuckling. “Catch you in there.”

He got back in line, and this time he met Cas in the park.

“Put these on,” Cas said as he walked up, holding something at his side. Dean immediately resisted.

“I’m not wearing those,” he said, shoving the ears away from himself with his hand. They were normal ears, except they were covered in silver sparkles. “Those are for chicks.”

“They’re silver,” Cas said, shaking his head. “Like you use to kill a werewolf. You like silver.”

Dean didn’t know what to do with himself. Part of him recoiled in horror from the offending ears, but then there was the tiny voice in the back of his mind. The one that said Cas thought about what you’d like. He got them for you special. Cas was looking at him with his crystal blue eyes wide, waiting for his decision.

“Give me the damn things,” Dean sighed, shoving them onto his head.

They made their way through Mainstreet, weaving through the crowd. A sugary, vanilla smell filled the air. Cas’s hand brushed Dean’s as they walked, and Dean’s fingers twitched with the urge to hold it. He didn’t. But he didn’t move further away, either.

“You like pirates,” Cas said later, when they were walking through New Orleans Square. “I overheard people talking about the pirate ride. Do you want to do that one?”

“Hell yeah!” Dean replied, grabbing Cas’s arm and steering him towards the ride. It wasn’t necessary. Cas already knew where to go. But it was reason enough to touch him, and Dean was taking it.

The mild California weather made their time in the line easy, and Dean was happy just to talk to Cas. They rehashed their latest hunt and discussed where they might go in the future. On a whim, Dean took out his phone and snapped a picture of Cas. He stared at the result for a moment, thrilled to have a piece of the day forever. But he snapped back to attention when the line moved forward and he realized he had the real thing next to him, and didn’t need a picture.

They could smell the water and hear it splashing when the line made it indoors.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me!

Cas’s lips moved absently to the song that was playing, and Dean’s heart skipped. He knew the song because of Dean. Dean had forced him into a Pirates of the Caribbean marathon, and hadn’t been sure what Cas thought of it. He must’ve liked it if he remembered the song. His face erupted into a grin as he watched Cas and joined in, singing above the music.

“See?” he said, leaning into Cas’s ear as he did. “I have good taste.” He’d only leaned in to be heard over the music and the boats splashing in the water, but he froze when he smelled Cas’s hair. The smell was masculine, fresh, but sweet. He caught himself leaning in for another sniff and took a step back.

To his relief, they followed the line onto their boat, taking their seat on the two-person bench. It was dark, but Dean could’ve sworn he saw Cas scoot closer to him before they lowered the protective bar over their laps.

Stand up me hearties, yo ho

As the boat floated along the ride, passing mechanical pirates, Dean tried to pay his usual attention to his surroundings. You never knew when you were in danger. But right now, he was in a different kind of danger. Because Cas’s thigh was just barely touching his.

The boat passed under a tunnel, with a mechanical dog at the top holding jail cell keys in its mouth. Dean turned to make a joke in Cas’s ear about how he felt about dogs, but Cas must have had a similar idea. They turned their heads and leaned in at the same time, their noses brushing against each other.

Dean’s heart slammed in his chest when he felt Cas’s warm breath on his face. For a second that felt like a thousand, Dean stared into the oceans of Cas’s eyes. His eyes flitted down to Cas’s pink lips, but he brought them back up right away. That was dangerous.

“Dean,” Cas whispered, a serious expression on his face that Dean couldn’t read.

Dean forced a laugh.

“Sorry, pal,” he choked. He didn’t know whether it was the laugh or the word “pal” that made his throat ache. He turned away and scooted down the bench an inch or two further from Cas.

They were quiet for the rest of the ride, save for a few of Dean’s attempts to make jokes about the ride. Cas smiled appreciatively, but Dean wondered if he was even listening. Dean hadn’t even heard his own words. They didn’t matter. He told himself if he got another chance, he was damn well gonna take it.

As they walked around the park and tried more of the rides, they managed to get back most of their easy enjoyment of the day.

Dean insisted that Cas try a bite of his apple pie flavored churro, even though he knew it just tasted like molecules to the angel. He watched more carefully than he should’ve when Cas’s tongue shot out to lick the sugar off of his lips.

There was still a hint of tension, and it got worse when the night set in. The park would be closing soon, and they’d be going back to their hotel room. Alone.

“Attention guests. The fireworks show will be starting in 10 minutes. We hope you enjoyed your day at the happiest place on earth,” they heard blasted through the park.

“Come on, Dean,” Cas said with authority, pulling for a moment on the sleeve of Dean’s gray flannel. Dean dutifully followed as Cas led them past the Rivers of America, through the park, not stopping until they were in front of the Sleeping Beauty Castle.

“I asked questions the first time I stopped here,” Cas said in answer to Dean’s raised eyebrows when they stopped. “This is the best place for the fireworks.”

They found a white painted outdoor table at a little diner and settled there, facing the castle. Their chairs were right next to each other, close enough that two of the chairs’ legs were intermingled.

The bustle around the park settled when the first colored lights projected onto the castle, and A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes started to play.

He would never admit it, but Dean’s heart swelled when the first flashes of pink and blue lights exploded in the sky. They were wild and free. And so was he. He could be who he wanted to be. He could be with who he wanted to be with. Couldn’t he? He turned his head to see the colors reflected off of Cas’s skin, turning his face a soft purple.

He understood why they called it the happiest place on earth today. Today Disneyland was pure magic. But yesterday it wasn’t. And after they left, it wouldn’t be anymore. Because the happiest place on earth couldn’t be anywhere but next to Cas.

Have faith in your dreams and someday, the music played as the fireworks burst in the sky.

Your rainbow will come smiling through.

No matter how your heart is grieving,

If you keep on believing…

“Cas,” Dean whispered, turning his body to face the angel. His angel.

“Dean.” Before Dean could figure out what he was even trying to say, Cas leaned in.

The fireworks in the sky had nothing on the ones inside Dean when their lips met.

The dream that you wish will come true

#fluff #destiel #supernatural #fanfiction #fanfic #first kiss

[bleachanimefan1]

Oblitus Part 15 According To Plan

61 days left until Extermination...

Charlie was just outside of the management room as she leaned against the wall, waiting. She nearly jumped as the door slammed hard with Lucifer walking out.

"Dad, where are you going? How did it go? Do you know of a way to return the human back?" She asked.

"Ask the wretched thing yourself." Lucifer growled. "This whole thing's been a total waste of my time. I'm leaving." Just as the fallen angel was heading towards the door to the hotel's entrance, Alastor was leaning against a pillar, smirking, while playing with his fingers. 

"Leaving so soon, Luci?" He mused, chuckling slightly. "I didn't think that one pitiful human would manage to get you to lose your nerve."  Lucifer immediately paused turning his head towards the red demon with a strange dark grin on his face. He slowly began to advance towards him.

"Alastor, how wonderful it is to see you." Lucifer said. "Still hanging around with my daughter and her silly hotel?"

Alastor, unfazed with how Lucifer was staring intensely at him, reached up to pet the snake in the demon's hat. It hissed and almost bit Alastor's fingers if he hadn't pulled away in time. Alastor laughed.

"What can I say? She's quite the entertainment that I've needed in a long time!" Lucifer grin began to grow more sinister as it got bigger.

"See that you stay out of trouble. We don't want to have another incident, do we?" Lucifer replied. Alastor rolled his eyes. 

"Don't worry, I'm only here to "help" out the princess' hotel plan, for it to succeed." Alastor said, smirking evilly. "I haven't forgotten our deal." He held out his hand towards Lucifer, waiting. Lucifer took it shaking the radio demon's hand. The two demon's eyes glowed red, with devious smiles on their faces.

"See that you do." Lucifer nodded, smirking, then heading towards the door and exited. "I'm looking forward to our next chat, next time."

As the door closed, Alastor was still standing where he stood when an shadow appeared next to him, that looked like him. The shadow laughed menacingly as Alastor made a dark grin.

"We still have much work to do old friend." 

Charlie opened the door to the room for management walking in, seeing Anna standing in front of her.

"So how did it go?" The princess asked.

"Not so great." Anna replied. "But, I believe I've found a way to get out." Charlie's eyes widen in shock as she walked over to the human woman.

"You do?! What is it?" She asked, taking Anna's hands excitedly, holding them. 

 "Your dad told me that there's a book that can open a portal to the living world, with it I can return." Anna explained. Charlie felt her heart stopped as she stared at her silently as she bit her lip. She didn't want her to leave yet. It was so soon. There was something about Anna that even she couldn't explain to herself what it was. Charlie had a feeling that the human was the key to her plans for the hotel.   

"But, I don't know where the book is at the moment. Your father said that it was stolen." Anna frowned, disappointed. Charlie felt relief in her chest, sighing. Good, this may work after all. The princess wrapped her arm around Anna and placed her hand on Anna's shoulder.

"Well, I'm sure it'll reveal itself and you'll be able to go back." Charlie smiled, leading Anna out of the room. "Until it does, how about you help me with the hotel?" Anna's eyes widen.

"What do you mean help? Do you mean your redemption plan?" She questioned. Charlie nodded.

"Yes! I don't know why, but, I have a feeling that you were here for a reason. Otherwise, why would you be here?" The princess answered, continuing. "So far nothing's worked for me with the plan. If you have any ideas, I'm willing to listen! Anything will help!" Anna stared at the princess for a minute, before she spoke.

 "Okay, I'm in." Anna said, smiling and laughed. "only to see the look on your dad's face when your plan succeeds." Charlie happily squealed and crushed Anna in a tight hug. 

"You don't know how much this means to me! Thank you!" Anna groaned.

"T-That's great! B-But, it's going to be kind of hard to help if I can't breathe!" Charlie eyes widen and she immediately released her. She smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry, I've forgotten how fragile humans are."  

Suddenly, the two felt the floor beneath began to shake, like an earthquake then they heard an loud explosion went off that sounded like a bomb. Booom!

Anna jumped, looking at Charlie. "What was THAT?!" She exclaimed. Charlie groaned.

"That's just Baxter. Sounds like another failed experiment." Anna stared at her, confused. Experiment?

"What do you mean by that, Charlie?" Anna asked.

"He's helping with my redemption program." Charlie replied. Anna stared at her with an disturbing look.

Then almost immediately, Vaggie and Alastor came running up towards the two girls. 

"Did anyone feel that?" Vaggie asked. "Are you okay, hun?" 

"I'm fine, Vaggie." Charlie replied.

"Who is Baxter? And why haven't I've seen him?" Anna asked. Charlie smiled.

"Oh yeah! You guys haven't officially met. I'll take you to him. Let's go!" She said, as the four walked away. "He's always in his room, like a hermit, and never comes out."

 Lucifer was now sitting in his chair in his office. He muttered and cursed under his breath, furiously, holding a throwing dart in his hand. In front of him was a small imp strapped to a spinning wheel, trembling. He threw it and the dart landed near the imp's head.

"What's gotten you so tormented, angel wings?" A female voice asked. A woman was sitting in a chair, reading a book until she closed it placing it in her lap. "That's my job." Lucifer glanced over at her. His eyes dropped slightly as he felt his heart nearly melt at the sight of her. The woman was tall and had pale skin, long blond hair and silverish eyes. She was also wearing a pearl necklace on her neck and a dark strapless dress with slits on the side and long gloves stopping halfway up her arms. She was still beautiful as the day he first saw her even with the horns that were cursed on top of her head. It was his wife, Lilith. 

She stood up as she placed the book on the arm rest of the chair and walked over to him, sitting in Lucifer's lap. She took his hat off, with his snake that was sleeping on it, and placed it on the desk. She began to play with his hair as she pulled Lucifer close to her chest.    

"It is very unlike you to get so worked up like this." Lucifer sighed as he inhaled her scent. It relaxed him, smelling like apples and lavender. Lucifer placed his hands on Lilith's waist, gripping it tightly with his claws nearly digging into her skin.

"You'll never believe this. Our daughter is keeping a human pet at the hotel!" Lucifer shouted, irritated. Lilith laughed.

"Well, you know her fantasies. She is curious about them." She smiled. Then Lilith pulled away and began to rub Lucifer's rosey cheeks in circles. "Almost reminds me of another certain rebel that I know."

"Who?" Lucifer asked, oblivious. Lilith frowned. He really was like his daughter. Both ignorant and possibly naive and prideful in every way. 

"You." Lilith replied as she slapped his head. Lucifer chuckled. He pulled her in closer and kissed her. Lilith returning it more passionately. Lucifer pulled away, sighing.

"You always did have a way with words, my darkest star." 

"Honey fangs."

"I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! JUST KILL ME ALREADY!" The imp exclaimed, still spinning in the wheel. Lilith picked up a dart and it's mark right in the center of the imp's head, killing it.

"So tell me more about this human staying at Charlotte's hotel?" She asked. Lucifer raised his eye brows staring up at the demoness in front of him.

"Why do you want to know?" He questioned. Lilith made a mischievous smirk.

"I want to meet them, of course!"

#hazbin hotel #charlie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor radio demon #fanfiction #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel lucifer #lilith hazbin hotel

[gaarasgoddess]

Welcome to Suna - Part 7

Welcome to Suna. Where the lights never die and the fun never  stops. Sakura and Ino lie to their parents to spend a wild weekend in a forbidden city. Will they regret it? Or will they both find something worth coming for? Main pairing is GaaraxSakura and side InoxKankuro.[Listening to 1989 album by Taylor Swift.]

Chapter summary: GaaSaku and KankIno bonding. [This chapter came fast so I am posting early.]

[Please read previous parts first. part 1 and part 2 and part 3. And part 4. And part 5. and part 6.]

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“Mind if we join the party, brother?”

Sakura stopped her glaring contest with Ino and gaped. His brother? She tried to find the family resemblance but couldn’t. While Kankuro was cute, Gaara was - definitely - gorgeous. The facial structure was different too and she thought maybe one of them took after each parent. It would be funny if Gaara looked like his mother because his features were softer than his brother’s.

She smiled to herself.

Sakura hadn’t noticed the picnic basket in Kankuro’s hand until then. He didn’t wait for permission before setting up his own blanket and gentlemanly helping Ino to sit down on it. They positioned themselves so they were sitting only four feet from Gaara and Sakura.

The blonde smirked at Sakura as though daring her to complain.

Ino will never change.

“Not at all,” Gaara said, his eyes narrowing.

Ino helped Kankuro lay out their food. They had grapes and sandwiches and a pitcher of what Sakura assumed was juice. The blonde looked self satisfied as she fed some grapes to her lover and glanced at Sakura as though goading her.

It’s so on.

Sakura plucked an Onigiri from their own basket and held it out to Gaara. His eyebrows rose and she motioned for him to open up. She felt the tension from a moment ago drift away as he opened his mouth and let her hand feed him. The hungry look from before returning.

Ino snickered at her but both girls kept it up. At least until Kankuro got thirsty for juice and poured a cup for himself and Ino, breaking the silent competition. Sakura decided she’d won and licked her fingers where the Onigiri had made a mess, not noting the darkening of Gaara’s eyes as she did so.

“So Sakura,” Kankuro said around his food a moment later and Ino rolled her eyes and shifted a few inches away from him, ignoring him as she started picking out the food he’d brought. “Tell us about yourself, love.”

Gaara was still glowering at his brother but Sakura noticed he was interested in this question. He sat there, his hands clenching the picnic blanket now watching her curiously. She’d told him a few things but they hadn’t talked too much, she remembered with a blush. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her most of the time and his libido (and hers too) often put an end to any kind of other bonding. Especially since she gave in knowing this was just supposed to be about the sex.

She cleared her throat as Ino didn’t try to intervene. “I.. uh. I’m pretty boring.”

“Nonsense!” Kankuro proclaimed. “What’s your favourite hobby? Other than fucking my brother of course,” he said with a smirk.

Sakura fiddled with her fingers. “Well I love reading. I’ve built a large library in my room back home. For my area anyway. It’s harder to get books into rural areas than the city.”

“You got a smart chick on your hands Gaara.”

Gaara just nodded his head. The gears were turning in his head, Sakura could tell.

“Sakura loves trivia,” Ino said suddenly. She looked up and winked. “Me though, I love shopping. Not that there’s too much to buy in Konoha.”

“You don’t shop for objects, Ino-pig,” Sakura said. “You shop for boys.”

Kankuro threw his head back and laughed as Ino screwed up her face. Even Gaara had a soft smile on his face.

“I’ll have you know they come to me, forehead not the other way around.” Ino huffed.

“What else do you like, Sakura?”

She turned to face Gaara, startled as his hand found her thigh, but then returned his smile. He started running his thumb over her leg in gentle motions.

“I... uh, don’t collect boys.” Kankuro giggled at that but Sakura continued. “I work at the local trauma center on most weekends. It’s not a big hospital or anything and most days it’s just about learning rather than doing...” She blushed at revealing this to total strangers.

“She’s going to be a doctor in the big city,” Ino said, proud of her.

“And you, Ino?” Gaara asked, suddenly feeling magnanimous.

“She just wants to marry a rich guy.” Sakura stuck her tongue out at her best friend as she threw a grape at the pinkette.

Kankuro leant in to whisper in Ino’s ear making her blush. “I...” She stammered. “I want to own a flower shop. Like my mum, but not my mum’s.”

As Kankuro continued to whisper sweet nothings in Ino’s ear, Gaara leant to Sakura and whispered, “we’re playing Doctor later.”

She turned bright red, picking up another Onigiri and shifting into a more comfortable position as Gaara looked at her expectantly. He made a show of sucking on the rice ball as he took the last bite of it from her hand, in his mouth. She couldn’t help but stare at his lips and lick her own lips.

When he finished the mouthful, he pulled her to him and kissed her. She responded eagerly. She was about to ask him about his own life goals.

Oh whatever.

It could wait.

Sakura vaguely heard herself moaning without caring. His hands were wandering so she returned the favour and rubbed her hands over his chest, grazing his nipple. His right arm rubbed her back and shoulder as he leant into her as she shifted to sit on his lap. Gaara’s left hand was rubbing at her breast and she made a cute high pitch noise which just made him smirk into her mouth.

They did not see their audience. Gaara’s right hand wandered down to the front of her shorts. His shorts. They were too slim for his own hips. The shorts weren’t his but he felt a primal pull to his gut knowing she was wearing the clothes he’d chosen (from a guest house). He bypassed undoing her blouse this time and just went straight for her core, fingering her through the denim material. Her hands were in his hair, messing it up and she ground her pussy against his cock which was slowly coming to life.

Someone nearby cleared their throat and Sakura barely registered it. But she was too caught up to respond. A few moments later and when Gaara had seemed to decide he needed to touch her unimpeded, someone cleared their throat again. Loudly.

GaaSaku broke apart and spun their heads around, startled. They’d forgotten they weren’t alone.

“You two are cute,” Ino said, causing Sakura to flush.

“That... was hot!” Kankuro said.

Ino nodded. “I agree.” She stood up. “Okay, we girls need to go wash up.”

Sakura frowned before understanding. Ino wanted to catch up without the boys around. Sakura nodded her head, quickly kissed Gaara’s lips as he pouted and stood to follow her friend.

Kankuro gave Ino some quick directions to the nearest bathroom said, “don’t get lost, lovelies” and they were off, arm in arm. Two sets of very smitten eyes watching them go.

.x. 

Ino didn’t say anything as they walked but she was grinning at her blushing friend, obviously very proud of her. They found the bathroom easily; Sakura noted they were still in the same wing but this area looked uninhabited. Perhaps usually used for guests? The doors opened inwards and Sakura felt like she was walking into well maintained public toilets.

The bathroom was almost as large as the en suite in Gaara’s bedroom. Sakura loved the smell of it too. It wasn’t the off putting disinfectant smell of a hospital but was just as clean and shiny. There were three toilets - what they needed so many for she didn’t know - and three sinks.

“So...”

Sakura turned around as Ino leant against a wall and crossed her arms.

“You lost it last night right?”

Sakura rolled her eyes at her friend’s frankness. “No, Ino.” She smirked as the blonde frowned. “I was too drunk and instead popped my cherry on Gaara’s bed this morning.”

Ino squealed clapping her hands. “I knew you’d find someone here. Isn’t Suna awesome?!”

Her happiness was contagious and Sakura returned her grin.

“I really do need to wash up, though,” Ino said and ducked into the furthest toilet as Sakura waited for her.

The pinkette turned on one of the taps and cupped the water in her hand before washing her face. The water was cool and refreshing and she was reminded of the quality of the water in Gaara’s shower.

She’d gotten carried away in the gardens, kissing and groping Gaara. His kisses were intoxicating and his fingers always felt so good. Never would she have imagined doing such a thing in front of others. She wasn’t an exhibitionist or a voyeur.

But Kankuro was right - it had been hot.

She washed her face again, trying to calm down her flushed appearance. She still felt so naive and innocent and easy to lead on but somehow Gaara had brought out her wilder side. She blushed at all the things they’d done so far but she didn’t regret it and wanted more and more.

Sakura was running wet hands through her hair in order to tame it (Gaara had mussed it up a bit) when Ino finally emerged and started washing her hands. She whistled for a moment before talking about her own sex exploits with the older brother.

“Kankuro’s cock is about average,” Ino said, ignoring Sakura’s blush. “It’s good though, I think he’s not used to girls wanting to suck him off and it fits real good in my mouth.” She patted her own cheeks and smirked at Sakura. “What about Gaara?”

Sakura nodded.

“Come on, I gotta have more than that.”

Sakura sighed. “I don’t know if he’s average.”

“Of course.” Ino started drying her hands with the paper towels supplied on the wall. “But you’ve sucked him, right?”

Sakura pushed down her embarrassment and nodded again. “Yeah.”

“Come on!”

She rolled her eyes. “Okay fine, he doesn’t quite fit in my whole mouth but that’s probably because I’m not used to it.” She bit her lip as Ino grinned at her, but continued. “I... uh... like it. A lot.”

Ino clapped her hands together. “Yea-heh-hes! Take that Naruto!”

“What?”

Ino just shrugged. “You know him. He’d tell you to wait until marriage or something.”

Sakura didn’t think Naruto was that bad but kept it to herself. This wasn’t about her other blond annoying friend. She loved them both but this decision to come to Suna, though Ino’s idea, was totally Sakura’s. She didn’t want to regret this and she didn’t want to be a blushing virgin anymore than she wanted to be some horny slut.

There was a nice middle - below Ino who wasn’t a slut but had sex way more than anyone that wasn’t. And Sakura wanted that middle.

With Gaara.

There was that traitorous thought again. She sighed.

“We better get back before they think we’ve gone looking for their porn stash,” Ino said.

.x.

Gaara was annoyed with his brother on so many levels.

“Relax, bro.” Kankuro shoved a handful of grapes in his mouth. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your fuckfest.” He ignored the growl Gaara gave him. “But Ino wanted to make sure you weren’t doing wrong by her girl, so here we are.”

Gaara sighed. He could respect that. He pushed down his annoyance and stared after Sakura, wondering how long his idiot brother was going to tag along for. From what he’d figured he only had the weekend with the pinkette and didn’t want to waste a moment. She was definitely something else. Just thinking about her made his dick twitch which was a feat for him. Every inch of her was delectable, he could barely keep his hands to himself, and she tasted so incredibly fucking divine.

Kankuro continued to stuff his face, talking around his food about the blonde friend of Sakura’s. Ino apparently had the tastiest cunt this side of the equator or something. Gaara didn’t respond, not wanting to get into a pissing match with him on whose pussy was best. He just knew Kankuro would do that. After a while, he started to get anxious.

“They’ve been gone awhile.”

Kankuro looked up and checked his watch. “Yeah. Hope they didn’t get turned around. We should probably go looking for them.” He stood up and dusted himself off. “Come on.”

Gaara groaned at his bossiness but followed suit. The last thing he needed was for more time to be wasted because Kankuro’s instructions didn’t lead Sakura to the bathroom. He desperately wanted to just grab her and...

Don’t think like that right now.

If he got a hard on right now he’d never live it down.

.x.

#gaasaku #gaara x sakura #Sabaku No Gaara #Haruno Sakura #sakura #gaara #Ino x Kankuro #drabble #my story

[riseofnightwing]

Blue Bird has a Broken Wing

Summary: Dick answer a call from bruce Wayne, his dad, who called needing his help in Gotham. It was  Justice League thing,normally not that easy, after all, they called Nightwing. But when he comes home, y/n who was waiting anxiously for his back, notices he’s not fine, dick is hurt and needs her. Will they assume their relationship who had Always existed but kept in secret in Exchange for being together in this rough time?

pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

warnings: mention of smut, blood, fluff.

Notes: I wrote this imagine with  @boyy-wonder-grayson. She never let me stop, or think that i’m not capable. She writes amazing imagines, you should check it out on her tumblr.

- [2 p.m, TitansTower]  

The team was having lunch. Today Dick decided he would cook his “special food” that he used to do in Sundays, maybe Bruce Wayne not only taught fighting lesson but also cooking ones. You and Dick stared at each other during lunch, looks that would usually go unnoticed by some of titans. The truth is,the both of you had this “love at first sight” thing since the beginning, but for  many reasons you hid it. Maybe it was the fact that you both had been raised together, -you were 17 when you met and he was just turning 21-  or maybe it was the fact that the more people knowing about you two, the more chances it gave your enemies a chance to attack you,  because you’re each other’s weakness.  Dick wouldn’t bare seeing you hurt, just like you’d do everything to protect him. You two have spent many nights together; many secret  kisses were shared in the rooftops of Gotham, in batmobile, in Titans tower, in each other’s bedroom’s. He was your first, your one and only. 

Bruce could notice how much Dick would complain about sending you in  dangerous missions. Dawn and Hank had also noticed the times Dick would prepare coffee for you. They realized how careful and caring Dick was with you.  “Maybe it’s a bat family thing” they thought, but it definitely wasn’t. You were talking about Bruce, while  having lunch, the conversation was interrupted when  Dick’s cell phone rang; he immediately looked at Y/N. “Bruce” the screen showed. 

Dick left the table so he could talk with a little more privacy, after all Bruce’s calls were never to see how were you doing, it was more a “i need your help right now” type of call.

“Hey, Bruce, what’s up?” Dick said when he got to the balcony.

“Hey son, it’s a Justice League thing. We need your help, don’t bring Y/N or Jason, or any of the Titans. Only Nightwing is needed.” Bruce said in his particular dark tone. Dick understood  that he needed to talk to you about this mission in private. He knew that if it were you in this situation, he would like to know.

After lunch, once everyone went on their way, Dick looked at you nodding his head towards the bedrooms, he muttered a “need to talk to you”.  You went first, throwing the excuse that you needed to clean up your suit. A little later, Dick followed saying that he needed to train.

[3:40 p.m, Titans Tower, Dick’s bedroom]

“Hey love, what’s up? Was it Bruce in the phone?” You asked him and kissed himt, enjoying this little time alone.

“Yeah,  it was him. I needed to talk to you now because the League need me to go on a mission. Apparently it’s the Riddler again. According to Bruce’s words he's wreaking havoc in Gotham..” Dick took a deep breath “He asked me to go alone, I can’t take you or any of us, unfortunately” He looked down.

“Go D, they really need you. But please, be careful. It kills me to think about you getting hurt. Riddler is crazy. He can be pretty dangerous.” You told him with fear because you knew he needed to go, he could never ignore a call from Bruce. 

Dick gives you a hug and you can feel him breathing next to your hair. He loved the smell of your shampoo.

“Nightwing will be back in one piece baby.” He touched your forehead with his and kissed you, deeply. You couldn’t say you were okay with this, but you would pray for him to come back home safe. 

“I love you.” Dick said 

“I love you, D, come back to me fast. I’ll wait for you awake”, you answered looking into his eyes, those bright  brown eyes, they shined for you,and only you. 

. You were interrupted when Jason opened the door. To say the boy was crushing on you was an understatement.  Ever since Bruce adopted him, he had acted as your shadow practically. following you around and complimenting you after every mission. Teenage love you and Dick would say.  Sadly for jason you couldn't return the feelings. you'd been in love with Dick since day one, since you two were kids and you felt like that could never change.

You two had already separated from the hug. Dick hands were on his jeans pockets while you crossed them. Jason was confused as to why you were here. 

“What are you both doing here? We are all in the living room”  he inquired.

You wait for Dick to answer but he couldn't think of anything to say, so you answered instead.

“I was telling Dick that Bruce send him some files, about the mission he’s supposed to go to”, you answered because nothing more convincing came into your mind.

“Yeah, bro, i will be leaving for Gotham in 20 minutes.” Dick said with a half smile.

“Good luck in your mission Dickie”.  You left the bedroom and head into the living room.

When all of you were there, Dick appeared with his suitcase, jacket and phone.

You had left him a message:

“Call me when you get there, D, i’ll be waiting for you. Kick Riddler’s ass. Love ya, Blue Bird” 

He smiled to the screen and winked at you. Everyone wished Dick a good mission.You could only wait now, that and participate in the game that Hank had just started. But then you felt someone holding your arm.

“Hey Y/N, since Dick’s not here, do you want to train with me ?” Jason asked you

“Hey Jay, i’m having cramps today, i just want to ret maybe later, but thank you for the invitation” ,you said and left to your room.

[6 p.m, TitansTower]

Your phone rang and your screen lit up with the photo you took of Dick and yourself a few years ago. He was calling you.

“I’m sorry guys, I have to take this ” you said to the titans who were still playing in living room and head for the balcony. Hank and Dawn look to each other suspiciously. 

“Hey, love, how’s it going?” You asked Dick .

“I just arrived in Gotham, baby, i’m heading to the Wayne manor right now, we still have to discuss the plan before jumping into action. Everything is okay, the city is dark as ever but don't worry. I’ll be calling you when we’re done with him.” 

Dick said. You say goodbye to each other and you wait. Now the only thing you could do is wait

[11 p.m, Titans Tower]

When the game ended, you all stayed in the living room. Today San Francisco was quiet, so the titans didn’t have to go out. After all, even heroes needed to rest, right? 

Rachel was laying in the couch while Gar and Connor played their Xbox game. You and the old titans were sitting in the table and having some beers. But your head wasn’t here in the tower, it was in Gotham City, with Dick. He hadn’t call after your first talk earlier and you hoped everything was fine.

“Earth to Y/N , hello” Donna plays with you, and you all laughed.

“I’m sorry, Donn, I got lost in my thoughts, what were we talking about?” You asked, ashamed to be honest because you didn’t have idea about what they were talking. Hank was about to talk when you were interrupted by the main door opening and revealing a bloodied Nightwing, you got up hurriedly, instantly following to his side . All eyes were on Dick now. after all, he didn’t looked  good.

“Dick, are you okay?” You asked

“Yeah, i’m good” He told you with a  half smile, walking towards  the room. You knew he wasn’t okay, he was quiet and his hands were on his stomach.

“You’re sure, bro?” Hank asked

“Totally, I’ll be in my bedroom, i’ll be back here in a minute.” 

Dick said and left, right to his room. You knew he was lying, but maybe he was just tired. You would give him some space. He would come back in a minute, just like he said. At least that’s what you thought, thirty minutes and still nothing about Dick . Your face couldn’t lie even though you tried. Jason stopped the conversation to ask you:

“Why the long face, Y/N?”

“Dick hasn’t come back yet.” You answered. 

“Why are you worrying so much? It’s not like he never got hurt before.” Jason complained with a huff, he couldn’t hide how jealous he was about Dick. He Always seemed to have your attention and to him? Only hugs of brotherhood.

“Fuck off, Jason, you know nothing.” You stormed out of the living room going right into Dick’s bedroom. 

“Baby?” You asked , but the answer never came, so you looked to the floor to see drops of blood. “What the hell?” you ask yourself. You entered the bathroom and there was Dick, seating in the floor leaning on the wall. His hands were covered in blood because he was stopping the bloodstream that was coming from his stomach. He wasn’t awake anymore, It made you panic. “Baby, wake up” you shake his face. No answer

“HANK! HANK, IT’S DICK, PLEASE HELP ME” you yelled, you were crying now, Dick wasn’t fine, it wasn’t a simple bruise, it was deeper.

Hank appeared in the bath in like 5 seconds.

“Fuck. This dumbass loves a dramatic entrance, doesn’t he?” he said annoyed.

“Help me to take him to infirmary, Hank, please, fast.” you begged.

Donna came in after hearing all the commotion “What’s happening? Dick told us he was fine” She asked, and all the titans were in the door. Gar helped Hank and told him that it’s okay, they will take him to the infirmary room.

When you got there, they laid Dick in the hospital bed and administered morphine in his veins. He should be going through a lot of pain.

Kory entered the room- “What’s going on with him?” She was out with some tamaranean friend, you everyone thought they had something. Who knows. 

“He was in Gotham, in a mission and he came back like this, we’re giving pain medication and antibiotics, Y/N already cleaned the cut and sutured it. Hank said.

Dick was sleeping now, medicated, he should be awake in a few hours, but you wouldn’t leave him.

“I’ll be staying here with him.” you said firmly.

“You should sleep, we have a mission tomorrow, Y/N” Jason said.

“I’m sure the people of san Francisco will be fine with just us Jason, don’t be such a pain in the ass” Donna said and winked at you. Donna has always known, deep in her heart, about you two, but choose not to tell anythig.  They left and you sat in the chair close to the bed and waited, you just couldn’t leave his side.

“Look at us, we are such good actors because i don’t understand how can i hide from everyone that you’re mine, that you’ve been mine since ever and that i love you. I just don’t know how we spent all this time sleeping apart.”

 He caressed the skin of your legs and kissed your neck from behind while you two were laid down in your bed in the Wayne Manor. You and him were in Gotham to help Bruce. He had escaped his room to be with you. And now you were there, naked, covered by a tiny blanket, talking about this”

“I don’t wanna put you in danger, D, but at the same time i want to hold your hand and kiss you without hiding.” 

You remembered. Then you feel him touching your hand. He was finally awake.

“Hey baby, it looks like i’m not that good, i’m sorry” Dick said with a weak voice.

“D, i was so worried. Why didn’t you tell us you were really hurt? You almost killed me, there was a lot a blood and i thought..” you cried.

He interrupted you by taking your face into  his hands and kissed you deeply, he was fine and with you, this is all that mattered now.

“Sleep here with me, please.” He asked you, you thought about your secret relationship, and how no one knew, but seeing Dick so weak and bruised you just thought “screw it” it was time for them to know.

Days passed by and Dick was much better, the first days were hard because  the wound was big, but he is the strongest person you know. You were by his side at all times, Jason didn't like it one bit,he was jealous 100% of the time but he would understand why you took care of Dick. You’ve done it many times in the past. You and Dick had decided to tell them during lunch.

“Guys, I need to talk to you .” You said, looking at each one of them. You were sitting on  Dick’s side  and he grabbed your hand. Jason’s face turned dark. He didn't like where this was going.

“Dick and I are together.” You take a deep breath “It was hard to keep it a secret but we needed, for many reasons, but what happened to him these days made me realize that i almost lost him, and i just couldn’t keep you guys in the dark” you said, “i guess you noticed how crazy i got when i saw him in the bathroom covered in blood” you added.

“I knew it, I always knew it, since Y/N came in Wayne Manor i noticed Dick had  changed, for good. But you guys never really said it out loud so i ignored, but the day you were wounded, Dick, she was panicking, keep her, bro, she loves you” Donna said smiling at both of you.

“Jaybird, I’m sorry, bro, we didn’t force it, it just happen” Dick smiled talking to Jason.

“If you love each other i’m good with this, really. I wish you all the happiness in the world. But you’re still the prettiest one, Y/N” Jason said and laugh

“Hey, careful” Dick says and you all laugh. You were happy because after all, the day ended up in a good way.

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson imagines #bruce wayne #dick grayson x you #dc nightwing #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwingimagines #batfamily #batboys #dc titans #titans #batman #robin #jason todd #redhood

[devilrising]

Fallen Draco, Pt. 17

This story is following a prompt set by @mymindsmadness

Summary: AU where Draco is a fallen angel, and the way he gets his wings back is by guiding Harry in defeating Voldemort, but it all goes wrong when Draco starts falling in love with Harry

Word Count (Part 17): 3,022

Word Count (Total): 54,381

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mentions of abuse/torture (non-graphic)

***

29th April, 1998

“Hey, Harry?” I ask, my question quiet in the loud kitchen. Harry is bustling around, preparing a large brunch for the two of us plus Mother. It turns out that he rather likes cooking when it’s for multiple people, and living up to my Mum’s standards makes him grin sappily.

“Mhmm?” Harry replies from where he’s standing over the frying pan. He insists on cooking like a Muggle, carefully waiting and watching, before flipping over one of the pancakes.

“I’m worried…” I murmur, suddenly aware of how absurd the statement is. It’s a lovely, crisp Thursday morning, my boyfriend is preparing a meal for us to share, and I woke up late enough to actually be well-rested for once. Yet here I am, concerned about the upcoming war that I have no control over. Except I very well might...

“Worried about what?” Harry asks, turning away from the kitchen and towards me.

“The war,” I answer shortly, making sure my voice is clear and stable. It doesn’t work very well.

Harry crosses the room, a look in his eyes that I can’t quite decipher. He holds his arms out as he approaches, and wraps me into a tight embrace. I focus my attention on his hands rubbing into the small of my back, on his face next to mine, and on the smell of him, wafting up from his collarbone. Even so, tears burn at the sides of my eyes, threatening to spill over.

“So am I…” Comes the whispered confession.

“You are?” I pull away to look at his face, and find wet tracks down his cheeks. That’s what tips mine over too.

“Oh, don’t cry Dray,” he tries to comfort. His hand resumes it’s circular motion and he calms me down, but I feel like a jerk. He’s the one who’s going to have to do the unimaginable soon. He’s the one who has the right to be crying.

“I’m- s-sorry,” I hiccup.

“Don’t apologise! You haven’t done anything wrong Dray.” Harry pulls out of the embrace and holds me at arms length, his eyes shining and searching. “The war is going to come no matter what we do.”

I nod. “I know,” I manage to say without being interrupted by my own body. “But I-” hiccup, “can't bear the thought of- of losing you…”

Harry smiles shallowly, tears betraying him. “You won’t, I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Merlin I sound miserable, like a girl in a romance novel whose boyfriend is going off to war. Except that’s exactly what’s happening… albeit I’m going too…

Harry finds the parallel too and chuckles under his breath. I shove him lightly. “I know Dray,” he sighs. “I feel like my world is going to end in three days. Hell, it probably is!”

“Nonsense!” I immediately argue, instincts leaping into action to prove him wrong. Years of arguing don’t vanish overnight. “You’ve put so much work into everything, and all of the plans are finished. I’ve seen the way people act for you, Harry. You’ll have thousands of people fighting.”

Harry grins at me. “Well, if you’re so confident in me, why are you worried?”

I roll my eyes, a smile on my face. “Shove off, Potter.”

“Potter, am I? Whatever happened to Harry?”

“You made a point, Potter.” Harry’s grin only widens, enjoying the banter when there’s no venom behind it.

Harry pulls me back into a hug, but a loud bubbling sound from the kitchen, followed by a sharp crack, has him instantly running back to the stove. He groans loudly, a wild and panicked sound, and starts rapidly moving things around and waving his wand.

“I thought you were cooking Muggle style?” I mock.

“I was,” he quips. “But it’s burnt now and I’d rather like to salvage it, so magic it is.” Despite being turned away, I can practically hear the contradicting smile in his words.

For the next couple of minutes, there’s silence (except for the sounds of cooking, of course). Pleasant smells begin filling the room, and I happily watch Harry’s back as he moves. He’s so good at cooking, yet he refuses to mention why or how. Whenever I ask there’s some sort of panic behind his eyes, and his face inevitably closes off. I stopped asking after only two attempts. It clearly doesn’t hold any enjoyable memories, even though he seems very happy when he’s doing it.

“You know Dray,” Harry says once he’s rescued the pancakes, “you look gorgeous today.”

I roll my eyes, ignoring the blush creeping up my neck. I am not in a romance novel! “Indeed I am, Potter,” I reply. “But why is that relevant?”

“What, Potter yet again? And there isn’t anything irrelevant about it,” he says. “Malfoy,” he throws in.

“Hmph,” I huff. “For what it’s worth, you’re not so bad yourself.”

“That’s it?! That’s the best compliment you could think of?!”

“How’s this?” I ask. “I would let you bend me over right here right now if you wanted to.”

Harry’s breath catches. “Draco!” He shouts. “You can’t just say that!”

I smirk at him as he turns to face me, and he sticks his tongue out. We haven’t done that yet, but seeing his expression overtaken with want makes me seriously consider it. But no. My mother is in this house, and I do not want her to witness that.

“I’ve been thinking,” I say into the comfortable silence. “I want to help. To train and actually help.”

“Changing subject are we?” Harry laughs. “Help how?”

“I don’t know, but I want to try something! If I don’t prepare I will be useless in the battle.”

“Ahh,” Harry hums. “Why don't I firecall Hermione, and she can help you with that?”

A rush of disappointment runs through me. “Why won’t you?”

“I’ll be there!” Harry practically trips over himself to say. “Of course I will! But I’m afraid I don’t really know much about magic like yours, and Hermione does.”

“How could she possibly know that much?” I ask.

“Please,” Harry scoffs. “All she’s done these last three days—I guarantee it—is read every book ever created that could maybe have the slightest chance of helping you.”

“Why would she do that?” I furrow my brows. “It’s not like I know her that well. And I was an absolute shit to her just last year!”

Harry turns fully to face me again. “You may have been an arsehole in the past Draco, but she’s since seen how you truly are, and probably considers you a friend!” He exclaims. “Besides, she got you back when she punched you in Third Year.”

I groan at the memory of bone cracking under her fist. “That hurt,” I grumble.

Harry chuckles and turns back to the food. “I’ll call her, and she and Ron can probably come up with something to help.”

“Thank you Harry.”

***

After a delicious brunch—that only vaguely tasted like it had been dropped in a fire and left to burn—Harry left Mother and I to go call Hermione.

“He is an excellent cook, dear,” Mother says out of nowhere. “You chose a good boyfriend.”

“Mother!” I say, aghast. “I didn’t choose him out of a lineup or something! It just happened.” The end becomes less defensive and more sensitive, and I internally scold myself for showing any sign of weakness to her. In the past, that very same weakness has been criticised, punished.

“Well, he’s still a good cook,” she continues. “Although, it is strange he doesn’t have a house elf?” It’s posed as a question, and I feel my blood boil.

“For a start, Mother,” I begin. “He actually does have a house elf, Kreacher, he’s just moved him elsewhere so he can prepare for the war without worrying about another body.” The light slowly fades from her eyes. “Second, why does having a house elf determine someone’s worth?”

Mother has the sense to look sheepish. “I’m sorry for that, Draco. It’s a habit left over from-” She cuts herself off.

I nod solemnly, my anger fading. “Yeah. I know.” I’m not going to make her say it out loud. As much as she is flawed, I love her, and she doesn’t need to dredge up her recent past. Less than a year ago, life was normal. We were living in the Manor, listening to Lucius’ rants; and yes, maybe I did have to follow orders on the threat of my family’s painful death, but before that it was fine.

The silence becomes awkward and strained. As much as we were on good terms two days ago, the reality has since sunken in. There is a war set for three days from now. In three days time, the world as we know it will either stay relatively the same, or it will be flipped upside down into a time of terror. Whichever side wins, people will die. By the end of it, people I know—guaranteed, with my mess of a family—will be dead, and there is no slowing it down. I sigh and rise from my chair in the dining room.

“I’m going to go shower,” I announce to the air. Mother doesn’t respond, lost in thought as she is, and I cross the room into the hallway. I’m halfway up the first flight of stairs when Harry comes rushing down them. He halts upon seeing me, his face lighting up for a second before it’s schooled into a calm expression. When he managed to make such a good mask, I don’t know.

“Draco!” He says quickly. “I’m glad I’ve got you. Hermione and Ron are going to be here in the next five-ish minutes and you should probably change into something you can exercise in.”

“Well that was a rush of words,” I tease.

“Sorry.” Harry’s hand rubs the back of his neck. “Where were you going?”

“Shower, but I guess I won’t bother now.”

“Probably a good idea. I’d save the shower for after.” He let’s a smirk cross his face. “I could always join you…?”

“Harry James Potter, get your mind out of the dump.” I shake my head. “We have a war to win, and that is much higher on my list of priorities than getting laid!”

“Quiet down Dray, you wouldn’t want your mother to hear those words coming out of your mouth.”

My face darkens, even though she’d probably approve of what I said. I shake my head yet again, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I’m going to go get dressed.”

Harry grins, pulls me in to peck me on the cheek, and then goes back to running down the stairs.

***

“How have you used them so far?” Ron is standing in front of me, his red hair a mop over his forehead. He’s dressed head to toe in black workout clothes, just like I am, and is brandishing his wand at me. The sunlight is glaring harshly and I lift a hand to shield my eyes.

“I’ve uh- I’ve dimmed the lights a couple of times,” I start, shuffling uncomfortably under his scrutiny. The grass crunches underfoot. “I also faded some glare when I went outside yesterday.” It sounds pathetic and weak, there’s no use for that in an already dark room.

“That’s a good start,” Hermione says, seemingly appearing from nowhere. Trust her to notice the tiniest hint of self-deprecation. “I’ve come up with some drills to focus your magic, and Ron has made a course for you to run once you get more confident with it.”

Ron nods his head. “It’s under a concealment charm right now so you can’t worry about it. It looks quite intimidating, but it shouldn’t actually be too challenging.”

Hermione walks away from Ron and beckons for me to follow her. Her blue and grey clothes are a stark contrast from Ron’s and mine, and her hair is tied neatly behind her head. Well, as neatly as it can be, considering it looks like it’s trying to spring out of the hairband, and with the strength of her curls it’s quite possible. She whirls back to face me and points to the sky.

“Try to remove the glare, not entirely, just lessen it a little.”

I tip my head to the side. “I already know I can do that.”

“I know, but I want to see it,” she insists. “Come on.”

Sighing, I screw my hands into fists beside me and close my eyes tightly. Light dances behind my eyelids, yellow and red spots all I can see. But as I concentrate and the glare dims, the spots fade and shrink, becoming blue and purple instead. When I open my eyes again, I’m not confronted with a blinding light like I would normally expect.

“Wow…” Hermione mutters. I can’t help but notice her usual notepad and pen, covered in new notes. “Try brightening it again!”

Ignoring the fact that while I’m training I’m also becoming her new test subject, I once again tighten my fists. This time, instead of closing my eyes I focus on widening them as much as possible. I’ve found over the last couple of days that in order to alter the lighting, my eyes need to mirror the action. Light off, eyes closed; light on, eyes open. I stare intently up at the sun—my eyes somehow unaffected—and watch as the glare slowly returns. Eventually I rip my eyes away and unclench my hands. I blink a couple of times to clear my newly-spotting vision and turn to Hermione again.

Her jaw is now dropped open, her hands fallen—momentarily forgotten—by her sides. I watch as her brain whirls behind her eyes, the cogs turning as she thinks through what I’m doing. Just as quickly as she fell silent, she leaps into action once more. Her hand starts moving so swiftly across the paper that she can’t possibly be thinking about what she’s writing before it’s written.

“That’s amazing!” She exclaims. She keeps writing, making sure to jot down everything she thinks is necessary. I think it’s a bit overkill, but if she wants to do it, who am I to stop her?

“Could you try fading the sun? Like, not just the glare but the light in general?”

“I’ve never tried that before…” I say. “I don’t see why not.”

Unsure of how to do that, I start as I usually would. My hands tighten into fists and I squeeze my eyes closed. I focus in on the lines and dots that are now all I can see, and try to—for lack of a better word—extinguish them. I hear a faint pop and my eyes jolt open. Everything is exactly the same as it was before, with no sign of the cause of the noise. I hum in annoyance. Instead of getting worked up and annoyed at my failure like I would have a year ago, I grit my teeth and force myself to give it another go. My hands move to rest on my hips, my head tipping backwards to look into the sun. I close my eyes again and this time concentrate on removing the light I know is above me. It wavers and flickers behind my eyelids, but it never goes out or dims for more than half a second. I open my eyes and return to my normal stance again, rolling my neck to relieve the strain.

“Hmmm,” Hermione says. “I’ll have to think about that for a while.” She writes down a couple more notes, her eyes squinting in the glare from the sun. “Move over to Ron, give his thing a try.” She waves her hand dismissively over to her boyfriend’s area of the backyard without pausing in her notes.

“You’ve finally passed Hermione’s testing, hmm?” Ron calls out when he sees me approaching.

I grin at him. “It seems so,” I reply with raised eyebrows. “So… What am I doing?”

“You are going to run this course, and then we are all going to play a muggle game called Murder in the Dark.” His face lights up in excitement. Why, I’m not sure.

“Murder in the Dark?” I ask. I’ve never heard of it, although since it’s muggle that’s not that surprising.

“Yes, but only after completing the course. Ready?” Ron doesn’t leave time for me to answer, pivoting around and waving his wand in front of him. The air ripples and lifts up, reality distorting as a mass of random objects and transfigured walls come into view. “It’s messy I know, but it should work perfectly.” His face flushes with what must be pride at his creation.

“What do I do?” I ask. It looks like a maze mixed with an obstacle course. That is, if both were meant to be pitch black.

“You work your way through to the other side, avoid the obstacles, and alter the lighting the whole way through to reveal different path options and objects to dodge. New routes will appear depending on the light, as will obstacles. Take your time, but if you’re not out within the hour I’m concealing it again and you’ll come flying to wherever I am.”

I swallow hard. “That’s a lot of pressure.”

“Yep,” Ron says cheerfully. “Harry told me you work well under time constraints and worry.”

“Did he now…?” I murmur to myself, fixing a glare to the window which shows him sitting and watching from a sofa. “I don’t know where he got that idea, but he will definitely pay for it later.”

“Probably because you managed to send him a letter from the Manor, through all of the wards and right under Voldemort’s nose. Not to mention the series of torturous changes and injuries you’ve survived without time to heal properly, all while helping Harry prepare for a war,” Ron says, sounding gleeful as if it should all be obvious. “So yes, I quite think he’s right. Anyway, get to it!”

Just as I’m about to question him as to how he knows all of that, I’m pushed a few steps ahead and into the entrance of the maze.

***

A/N: Sorry this is a week late, it just got to Monday and I figured I’d rather post it later 🤷‍♀️ Hope you enjoyed! Xx

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[piccolina-mina]

The Misadventures of Mischief & Mayhem

Show: Roswell, New Mexico

Characters: Michael Guerin, Maria DeLuca

Pairing: Miluca/Marichael 

A/N: A previously unpublished story from the archives. One-shot. Random rambles. Takes place somewhere in s1 after Songs About Texas. It’s … whatever. Enjoy, or not. To each their own. 

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 "I hope you can dance, Deluca,“ he shouted over his shoulder, not wanting to risk taking his eyes off of the mob of cousin-f*cking, backwoods rednecks and wannabe cowboys advancing on them.

"I can get down if I have to.” Maria’s voice was like steel to anyone in the vicinity, but he heard the trepidation, and it killed him.

He knew she was likely outnumbered on her end as well when he felt her back press alongside his – her body taut and ready to fight. He could partially smell the adrenaline.

She was so close to him he could feel her exhale as she readied herself for whatever was about to go down. Their bodies melded together – backs slick with sweat as they shifted and moved in sync.

His default was anger; anger was better than the sadness and pain, and maybe he gained a reputation as the volatile one, but it fueled him when necessary.

He hated this. He hated being stuck in a position where he couldn’t protect Maria. He knew DeLuca didn’t need saving, but he protected his people, and the dread he felt at the mere thought of not getting her out of that bar without a scratch was unlike anything he felt in some time.

His anger was burning hot and searing. He could barely hear anything beyond the buzzing in his ears. The chides and jeering faded away.

“When I’m done wiping the floor with you, I’m going to make your colored bitch put that mouth to better use,” the instigator, some muscled, sweaty brute’s lips curled in a sadistic smile, and it was all Michael needed to see red.

His anger rolled off of him in waves, his jaw clenched from beneath the brim of his cowboy hat; his eyes burned a hole through the drunkard front and center leading the charge.

“Guerin … ” his surname on her lips was a question, a statement, a prayer, and a battle cry all in one. He felt her muscles contract as she took a swing, and his fists clenched as he did the same.

The only sound he didn’t tune out was the unmistakable smack of his fist connecting with the douchebag’s face.

He was a brawler, and his objectives were simple: never lose track of Maria, and get them the hell out of there by any means necessary.

Those were his final thoughts as his world descended into violent chaos.

Several Hours before

“You’re going to really make me get on my knees, DeLuca?”

If it was anyone else, he wouldn’t be caught dead scooting around the Wild Pony on his knees, hat in hand, but he had long since accepted Maria made him do unthinkable things.

“Guerin, I’m busy.” Maria signed off on another shipment and flashed a stunning smile at the delivery man. He promptly ignored the twinge of jealousy over someone else being on the receiving end.

“DeLuuuuca,” he practically whined, as she crossed the room ignoring him as best as she could.

DeLuca,“ he called out again, raising an impressed brow at her commitment. "De–”.

She attempted to flounce past him, but this time he grabbed her hips, stilling her. The heat of her skin burned his fingertips, and he peeked up at her through his lashes.

Maria raised her brow, but the corner of her mouth pulled up in a bemused grin.

“I kind of like you down there; it looks good on you,” she jutted her hip out, placing her hands on her hips above where his rested, but at least she gave him her undivided attention.

“Yeah, I remember,” he teased.

He should have been prepared for the knee to the chest, but he wasn’t and found himself falling back on his haunches.

“C'mon, ‘Luc. I just need you to drive me there to pick up a part. It’s the last part I need to restore this vintage baby out back, and the going price is,” he whistled.

Maria was a survivor like him. She was often hard up and respected the hustle.

“I’m not one to knock a person for securing their bag, but what do I get out of this?”

He exhaled. Once they reached a point of negotiation, he always knew he had her. His heart ached a little when he thought about how behind she was in her payments to the facility she placed Mimi in.

He caught a glimpse of the letter the last time she was poring over her finances; ironically, it was while he was swiping a bottle of booze from behind the bar like a total cad.

He found a way to make it up to her, but he still felt guilty about that.

“Ten percent of the profits,” he offered.

“Twenty,” she countered. “And gas money. I’m being generous.”

“Fifteen, and I’ll tune-up your baby free of charge for the next year.”

She snorted. “You already do that, remember?”

He frowned. She was right. He regularly did whatever mechanical work on her truck on his own dime and time, but it was the least he could do for not paying her for all the booze.

“Fine. Eighteen, and I’ll fix the freezer and the eye on the stove.”

“You already fixed both two weeks ago.” She didn’t bother to hide her smirk that time, and it came equipped with her head canted to the side as she peered down on him only slightly smug.

“Shit.” How the hell did he always end up doing so much for her? The worst part is he never minded, and still didn’t, but it put him in a sticky spot whenever they bartered. “You’re hell on my rep.”

“See a sucker lick it,” she replied sweetly.

He stared at her momentarily dazed his tongue peeking out.

“You promise,” escaped from his lips before he could bite it back. He cleared his throat after an awkward beat and pivoted the conversation. “I know a spot.”

Unfortunately, he didn’t realize how graceless and suggestive it came out until her eyes got a faraway look before she schooled her expression.

He didn’t miss that though.

“A scrap metal spot. Eighteen percent and a side hustle.”

She breathed a sigh of relief, or so he thought, he could never tell with her.

“Deal.”

She stuck her hand out to shake it, and he squeezed tight using her as leverage to hoist himself off the sticky floor.

“Do I need to ask?” She waited for him to read her mind so to speak, and lucky him, he knew where she was headed.

“Trust me, DeLuca. No people or puppies will be hurt by the stripping of this copper. No one will miss it. Certainly no one decent.”

She studied him for a long moment. “I would’ve settled for 12 percent, you know.” It came out smug at first, but then she softened. “I know how hard you worked on that car.”

It was one of the things he liked about her. She was somehow ruthless and soft-hearted at the same time. She needed the money, but she didn’t want to infringe on his profits either.

Haggling was part of their spiel, so they came prepared, but it was her way of making sure she didn’t take too much.

Maria had no idea how much he would sacrifice for her. Even he didn’t understand their thing, but she was his people – somehow, at some point, it just happened, and he didn’t fight it.

Love them or loathe them, he was a self-absorbed bastard, but he always looked out for his people.

“If you plan to get sentimental on me, I will exploit it,” he teased. She rolled her eyes and stormed towards the door to lock up knowing good and well he would be at the heels of her feet.

He always liked driving with DeLuca. It was the main reason he called in a favor in the first place.

Cruising with Maria was pure escapism. It was also when he saw her the most carefree. She laughed and sang, and she drove like she was running away from her problems, and there was no way in hell they’d catch up to her.

She escaped into the open road and wherever it led her, and he escaped into her. It was something simple about that.

Half the time, she forgot he was there at all until he jumped in with the chorus of a song he barely knew the words to, and she laughed uncontrollably at his terrible voice and crappy lyrics.

Some days, he felt like he was drowning, but Maria was like catching a breath.

And there was something refreshing about her never asking him questions.

She didn’t ask much of him, which made him want to share more, so when he directed her to the archeology department of a college campus and had her stay idle in the truck because campus police are a bitch, she only left him with a cryptic, “play nice.”

And when he bolted out a side door with his hat pulled down obscuring his face, an impossibly large box in hand, and a fire alarm blaring loudly, she shot him a puzzled expression but swung the door open.

He jumped inside with the grace of a gazelle, and she sped off before his foot left the pavement – the door swung shut during their hasty escape.

She slowed down as she hit the highway but looked back in the rearview mirror to see if anyone was behind them.

Max or Isobel would have given him hell, and Alex disapproved of his less than lawful pursuits.

“I liked it better when you were speeding,” he broke the silence.

She let out a soft snort. “When you have a body in the trunk, you drive the speed limit.”

“You sound like you speak from experience,” and just like that, he eased them back into their banter. Nope, only Maria would put up with that from him.

“Not yet,” she eyed him and then the box with curiosity. “Day’s still young, though.”

Her smile momentarily dazzled him, and he forgot how to breathe. He admired her restraint; she still hadn’t asked him about the mysterious box that definitely wasn’t a car part he liberated from an establishment with her help.

No one steals car parts from the archaeological wing of a university, but covert space ship pieces? Definitely.

He almost wished she would ask. He knew she suspected something was off – she sensed things, but she never called him out on it. She just gave him the benefit of the doubt in a way no one else did.

If she asked, even once, he would probably take one look at those deep brown eyes and spill it all. It scared the shit out of him.

“Careful, Guerin,” she snuck a look at him before her eyes returned to the road. “You’re going to hurt yourself with all that thinking.”

“You and I both know I don’t do much of that,” he said. He didn’t realize how self-deprecating it sounded until she responded.

“If you were fishing for a compliment, you caught me on a good day because you’re one of the smartest people I know.”

The lump that formed in his throat was unexpected, and the silence that befell them even more so.

“I need a drink,” he said after a while. He googled the nearest watering hole and directed her to it.

She said nothing the whole time, but he couldn’t decipher the inscrutable expression on her face.

They parked some ways away, and he hopped out of the truck to escape the silence – the intensity of it. The intensity of his convoluted feelings for her.

He found the confined space stifling like someone was squeezing the little air left in his lungs, or so he thought, but what did it say about him that he didn’t find his breath again until she was beside him?

Even though it was dusk, the place had a following. They followed the dirt road to the dilapidated shack of an establishment, and he tipped his hat at her while he held open the grimy door.

It smelled of stale beer and cigarette smoke, a scent he was all too familiar with, and he rolled his eyes and swore under his breath at the rebel flag proudly taking up an entire wall over the bar.

Maria merely shrugged. “It’s Texas,” she sighed with a weariness he never thought about.

She shimmied her way to the bartender, and he appreciated the view.

“Two whiskeys neat, please,” she said coolly. Her fake smile was frozen in place when long moments later she still hadn’t gotten them.

His confusion morphed into disbelief, then doubt, but she merely raised a brow and motioned for him to order.

The barkeep gave him the drinks lightning quick, and Maria only snorted when the flirty bartender ran her fingers across his hand and smiled at him.

He slid a glass towards Maria, but it didn’t stop his new friend from engaging in small talk that roughly translated that she was down to screw.

“Always drowning in ass, aren’t you, Mikey?” She slid the glass back toward him, reached across the counter, and grabbed the bottle, pouring the two whiskeys she intended for herself.

She ignored the dirty look and exclamation from the bartender, tossed a wad of cash on the counter and disappeared into the crowd.

He tossed his own money down, grabbed his drinks and followed after extricating his hand from that of the overly friendly blond.

He figured Maria was in search of a jukebox, but instead, he found her at the pool table, stick in hand.

A group of guys was looking on, some with the type of interest that made him snarl and others with a disdain that made him worry.

Sure enough, a scruffy looking redhead made his way to the table and had his hand on Maria’s ass before Michael could reach her.

His jaw clenched at the sight, along with his fists, and he reminded himself not to cause a scene of the inhuman variety.

Before he could blink again Maria had kneed small Red to the groin and bent back his finger to the amusement and annoyance of some of his crew.

“Next time it won’t be my knee,” she hissed before releasing him.

Maria DeLuca’s her own damn hero. She could save herself, but he didn’t give a damn.

“Everything OK, babe?” He said, placing his hand to the small of her back while eying the room.

The only sign she gave acknowledging his little display of territorial machismo was a snort.

“Everything is about to be,” she responded, sensing a challenge.

He followed her line of sight and watched as a muscled guy emerged from the huddle of men and grabbed a pool stick of his own.

Michael recognized him as one of the men whose leering was more disdainful than lust.

She tossed him another stick, and they had a loaded conversation in just one look. Maria was a mystery to him, and despite her psychic claims he knew he was to her, but there were certain things of which they spoke the same language.

Their kinship was in what they did to get by – how they survived. No judgment, just mutual respect and understanding.

It’s why they worked so well together. It’s the reason they barely needed to exchange a word with one another in the hours they spent at that pool table.

He felt the tension in the room, and it made him uneasy. However, the money stacked up.

Maria’s way of fighting back against a world of people that saw her as nothing more than scum was to channel her energy into bleeding them dry. She told him it was more productive than wallowing.

He respected the hell out of it and her, but she made too much of a show of it during her last round. He could tell.

Around the time she crowed a “thanks for your business, gentlemen. Now run me my money,” he knew tempers were on the cusp of flaring.

She won, of course. Or rather, they won. The funny thing was the clowns surrounding them probably thought they hustled them when in reality, he and Maria were just that good.

It wasn’t either of their first times at a table. Maria was a shark in more ways than one, and he relied on some betting to feed himself often growing up.

“Bitch!” Their opponent wasn’t taking the loss well, and he hurled the pool stick in a fit of anger as he advanced on Maria.

He stepped in front of her without a second thought. It wasn’t the first time he stepped between a beatdown and made himself the target. But if he didn’t learn anything from those years of bouncing in and out of shitty foster homes, he learned how to fight and how to take a beating.

“Michael …” he felt her warm breath on the back of his neck as she exhaled. He didn’t have the time to unpack the use of his first name or what she was trying to say.

He swiped the stack of cash off the table and palmed it in his hand, not breaking eye contact with the group of men as he walked backward shuffling Maria along with him.

“You stole our money, and if you think we’re letting you leave here with it, you got another thing coming.”

“Oh, now that’s not true and you know it. Don’t be a sore loser, champ,” Michael responded with a smug grin that earned him a pinch from Maria. “Like the lady said, 'thanks for doing business.”

He tilted his hat and turned to leave with Maria’s hand in his. He knew they were in for hell when he heard a whistle.

“God damn assholes,” Maria muttered under her breath. “They’re really doing this.”

Her irritation was unmistakable, and she picked up her step only slowed long enough to twist the arm of some random drunk who grabbed at her.

They made it as far as the bar before Michael stalled as a mob consisting of most of the patrons at the shithole advanced on him.

The bar grew louder by the second as half the members of some biker gang headed in his direction. He swore profusely. There was no way in hell they were getting out there without a fight.

He shouted as much over his shoulder to Maria, and she was resigned to it as well. He mentally filed away her response curious as to how often and in what capacity did she find herself in a brawl.

They shared a look, then a nod before turning back to back and throwing their punches simultaneously. He heard the guy DeLuca hit howl in pain.

He landed another punch with the drunken prick in front of him and grinned when the guy’s nose gushed with blood; he broke it.

Maria groaned, and his smile turned to a grimace. He still felt her at his back, pressed against him, which was a good sign.

“Maria!” He called behind him.

Someone landed a punch to his gut that knocked the wind out of him, and he doubled over for a moment.

“I’m –” she was winded as she ducked a fist and landed a one-two number that sent some guy to his knees and impressed the hell out of him. “I’m fine, just …”

She was poetry in motion, graceful as hell, and he realized she may very well have some experience with this. He made a note to ask her about it later as her foot met the groin of one creep as her fist connected with the chin of another.

He eyed a guy out of his peripheral rushing toward Maria with a clenched fist. He swung his arm out making the guy land hard on his back and pushed him down harder with his boot.

“You were really about to sucker-punch a woman?” Michael growled.

“I haven’t seen a woman yet,” the guy coughed.

Michael didn’t get to respond. The punch to his eye had him seeing stars, and he blindly swung, landing as many punches as he could.

A sickening smack and a grunt that was all Maria had him seeing red again. He stole a glance over his shoulder and was stunned by how many guys she warded off, but he heard her labored breathing.

He growled loud and animalistic as he drove the heel of his palm into someone’s solar plexus, and he sent the guy sprawling out across the floor.

Fuck it; he couldn’t limit his powers if they ever hoped of getting out.

His heart seized in his chest when Maria disappeared from behind him. He reached around, groping at bodies but not finding her.

The distraction was all anyone needed to get the better of him, and he went down hard. Only then did he find Maria on the floor, but damn that woman, she was still fighting like hell.

It was enough. He tapped into his powers and sent multiple guys looming over them sailing across the room – hitting the walls and sliding down.

“DeLuca,” he croaked. He grabbed her hand and hauled her up. “We gotta book it, babe.”

He slung his arm around her waist, ignoring the sharp inhale of breath she took, and they took advantage of the break in the mob and hobbled out the door.

“Guerin!” Maria yanked on his hand to get his attention. “Looks like those cowards called in the calvary.”

He blinked, his left eye made everything blurry. “A new group of people was trudging down the trail laser-focused on them.

"We’ll go around,” she whispered. She pulled him around the back, her hand sweaty and her gait off. They spotted their truck in the distance, but a linked gate stood in their way.

“Make yourself useful, Guerin,” she barked. Her voice was strained without the fire and heat.

He didn’t need to see her to know what she meant. Her foot was in his cupped hands within seconds. Her soft hands burned his skin as she used him to hoist herself up.

His hands were on her ass, pushing her over the gate until she was comfortably straddling it, and she reached out to help him over too.

They dropped to the dirt and gravel around the same time, but he flanked her as they made a run for the truck. Based on the way she ran, he was betting she sprained her ankle.

They ignored the shooting and hollering from behind the gate as some of the mob celebrated running them off, but a few stragglers attempted to climb the gate as they had done.

Maria wasn’t looking, she was too busy clamoring into the truck and swearing when she realized she had climbed in on the passenger side.

He contorted and twisted the gate sending those on it flying toward the dirt.

“Screw it, DeLuca, I got this,” he slid into the driver’s seat and sped down the dirt road still running on adrenaline.

“Easy there, Clyde,” Maria murmured breathlessly.

He smirked at the reference, then winced at the shooting pain in his jaw.

He slowed down, the adrenaline fading and the pain starting to sink in. It hit him that he and Maria barely escaped a full-blown brawl with some rednecks and not like anything at the WP either. This time he was actually scared for …

He jerked the truck over to the side of the road before Maria could so much as protest and flicked the overhead lights so he could see her better.

“Shit, Maria.’ He studied her intently his hand reaching out not knowing where to touch her but needing to. "Are you OK?”

The light was dim, but he saw she had a busted lip. Her tank top was torn and bloody. His expression and his fist clenched around the steering wheel must have given away his inner turmoil.

“It’s not mine,” she said pulling at the tank top that was nothing more than tattered pieces. Her skin was exposed and her bra, but after a tug, she gave up trying to cover herself knowing it was futile, and she was shameless anyhow.

She had a cut on her forehead that fortunately didn’t look too deep, but he couldn’t fully assess the damage.

He unbuttoned his shirt and wiggled out of it handing it to her so she could cover-up.

“Thanks,” she said with a hiss as she struggled to drape it over herself. She pressed against her ribs and grimaced some more. “Yup, those are definitely bruised.”

He could barely contain his rage.

“Cool it, cowboy.” She smiled past her pain, her pearly whites tinged pink from the bloody lip. “You didn’t exactly get away unscathed.”

She pressed against his swollen eye and cringed sympathetically when he winced.

“I’m fine,” she laughed a caustic noise. “I’ll heal.”

“Good to know. Now, what were you thinking?” He heard the severe tone, but he couldn’t be bothered to soften it. He was too keyed up.

“Wha-”

“You were goading them, DeLuca. Those … those–”

“Racist, misogynistic assholes?” She supplied. He squirmed under the weight of her intense stare. “You didn’t know.”

He started the car back up and headed for the gas station further down the highway.

“I mean the rebel flag is usually a dead giveaway for what kind of establishment we were probably dealing with, but you didn’t know. It’s not on you, and I sure as hell won’t take a lecture about instigating anyone from you, Guerin.”

Just like that, she sliced through his guilt and fear like a hot knife through butter.

“I’m not used to you being the one to start trouble,” he muttered, as they pulled into the parking lot.

“I’m off the clock,” she quipped wryly. “I can’t let you have all the fun, now can I?”

She grabbed his hat and placed it on her head, pulling the brim down until it covered her eyes and all he could see was that smirk of hers.

Maria gave him whiplash in the best possible way. She always managed to surprise him.

He ducked his head, swallowing back a chuckle, the adrenaline that was coursing through him waning.

“Hell of a scuffle to get into over $300, but you kept me on my toes,” he hopped out of the truck and shut the door. “I’ll go in,” his eyes shot to her tattered t-shirt, lingering a second too long on her breasts for it to be innocent. “You’ll draw more attention then I will.”

She barely heard his last words, too busy snickering and wincing over his error. “Oh, babe,” she emphasized the term of endearment mockingly, clearly recalling his usage earlier. “Three hundred? No, it was $3000.”

She pulled a wad from her bra and peeled off a few bills, handing them to him. “For the supplies,” she ignored his surprised expression, the gravity of what they endured finally hitting her as she laid back against the seat.

It turned out the gas attendant wouldn’t have noticed Maria. The kid barely paid him attention.

Maria was dozing when he got back to the car, and he opted to drive a bit more and pull off the side of the highway into the desert.

He hopped out and opened the truck bed, scattering the bags of first aid kits, snacks, and booze.

“Ah, the essentials,” she said at his side. Of course, he felt her before he even registered that she was really there.

He said nothing as he picked her up without warning and sat her on the bed. He tore the rest of her shirt off of her and shoved the remnants in his back pocket.

Maria had popped the cap off of the bottle of Jack Daniel’s he bought and took a swig. But she shot him a look.

“What?” He sighed gingerly prodding at her ribcage. He didn’t see any visible bruising, but he noted how she winced at his touch, so the area was at the very least tender.

“You’re the reason I can’t find my underwear from that day, aren’t you?” She narrowed her eyes at him assessing.

He activated a couple of cold packs, placing them against her and wrapping an ace bandage carefully around her. She hissed but took another sip, brow raised awaiting a response.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” his hands were resting on her hips, and he practically dared her to challenge him.

Doing that song and dance with Maria was almost as effective as a salve and booze.

“I had no need for your …” he slid his hands down her legs, stopping at her calves as he eased her foot out of her boot. “Black lacy underwear with the purple detailing. Not at all.”

He knelt down and ghosted his fingers across her ankle, noting every movement and verbal response. He proceeded to wrap that up too.

“Perv,” she hissed, flinching and squirming beneath his grip.

“I had to commemorate your poor decision making somehow.”

Her finger pushing a curl out of his face was unexpected, and his eyes met hers with a slight frown.

“You’re really good at this,” she said suddenly, seriously, her voice dropping to a whisper like she was trying to keep this observation a secret between them.

As if the desert wasn’t a keeper of secrets.

“I had a lot of practice,” he slipped. He knew he did. He always did with her. And it scared him shitless.

She let it go, reluctantly he could tell, and he almost wished she didn’t. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but he could tell her mind was racing with a dozen things she wasn’t saying.

“You gonna tell me where you learned to fight like that?” He studied her intently.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she responded, looking as closed off as ever.

“I would, that’s why I asked the question.” The snark jumped out, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“You were impressed,” she mused. “Noted. You weren’t so bad yourself.”

She handed him the bottle whiskey and hopped off the truck bed landing on her uninjured foot.

“Your turn,” she ignored his protest and grumbles, and he hopped on the bed in her stead.

The desert air was cool, and he watched the open shirt he loaned her rustle with the wind. He saw barely visible goosebumps across her skin. His nimble fingers buttoned her up while she cleaned up his lip and eye.

He flinched and whined at every turn, and she called him a baby, but he loved it. He loved the way her face scrunched up in concentration, the warmth of her breath against his face, the way she looked up at him, and her eyes were soft and caring beneath the brim of his hat.

His hand reflexively halted her movements after she dabbed alcohol on the cut along his forehead, and she shook her head, leaning further into the slot between his legs to blow on it.

When her eyes met his again, she gave him an arresting smile that made him inexplicably emotional. He turned his away to shake it off, but her soft hand was under his chin, compelling him to meet her eyes again.

“You good?”

The truth was, he couldn’t remember the last time someone cared for him like that, tended to him. Hell, he couldn’t recall the last time he let someone try.

“Good is not an adjective anyone would ever use to describe me, DeLuca,” he winked at her.

“You know you don’t always have to–”

“Snacks? He shoved a cellophane-wrapped package of cupcakes in her hand. "You should eat something. I got sweet, salty, and spicy.”

He bit into a spicy piece of beef jerky and took another swig of whiskey.

Her lips formed a tight line, but she let it go for the moment. He knew she would file it away for later, though.

She used him as leverage as she climbed into the truck bed. She scooted to the back and stretched out looking up at the stars.

He followed suit, unfolding the blanket in the back and throwing it over both of them.

They fell into a comfortable silence outside of the munching and swallowing, as they looked at the stars.

“I didn’t mean to get us into this,” he broke the silence.

“Driving to another state to steal something that definitely isn’t a car part and getting run out of town by an Aryan motorcycle gang after hustling three grand from them? What’s life without a little excitement and adventure?” Her tone was so nonchalant he wanted to laugh.

“I don’t get away from the Wild Pony much. It’s been a thrill,” she continued

“The last time you were out, it was pretty thrilling,” he teased, grabbing the bottle from her for another swig.

The lip of the bottle left her mouth with a pop, and she frowned at the loss and cursed him under her breath.

“Was it, though,” she posed.

“You certainly weren’t complaining. In fact, as I recall you were begging me to do that–”

She shoved a mini doughnut in his mouth, and his eyes lit up with mirth as he chewed and swallowed.

She shivered, removed his hat from her head and placed it beside her.

When she snuggled up to him, wincing along the way, he only pulled her in closer, his chin resting against the top of her head.

The last time they were like that, they were buzzed, and she told him he ran hot like a furnace.

“Desert, dirt, and truck beds, next time we should opt for a hotel room,” she grumbled.

“Oh, there’s gonna be a next time?” His tongue peeked out, as he bit back a genuine smile.

“You owe me copper. On that alone, it damn well better be one, but bless your heart for getting your hopes up, Guerin.”

He snorted. “I’d be okay. I can hold my breath well, but you know that already.”

He felt her face burning red hot against his skin. Mission accomplished. He waited for a snappy retort, but she fell silent again.

“So you knew there wasn’t a car part, but you didn’t say anything?” His voice was low and husky, hushed. “Why didn’t you ask?”

“Did you want to tell me?” She whispered.

The long silence was answer enough. She didn’t know how much he grappled with telling her so many things.

“I figured if you really wanted to tell me, you would if you were ready. It’s important enough. Does it affect me?”

She sounded tired. And he tensed because maybe it did and maybe it didn’t.

“If it was important to you, and it didn’t affect me, it’s all I needed to know.”

His eyes stung with emotions he preferred to keep at bay. He sniffled, and she chose to ignore it. He was grateful for that.

He slid the whiskey from her fingers and put the top back on it. He used his foot to bunch the part of the blanket at their feet up as best as he could to make sure her ankle was elevated and pulled the rest snug around her.

He could sense a shift in her mood, but all he could do was ride the wave or wait it out.

“You always take care of me.” Her voice was small, hoarse, nothing above a whisper as if it cost her something to say it – like she trusted him with it but was afraid of how he would respond.

It was wonderous, like the mere thought– the concept was so foreign to her she couldn’t process it.

He recognized it as the thank you that it was.

“You always let me,” he whispered back.

This time when she shuddered, he knew it had nothing to do with the cool desert air.

She yawned, then hissed when the action caused her to ache, a litany of curses spilling from her lips to his utter amusement.

“Next time only call me if you’re robbing a bank,” she grumbled.

He scoffed softly but pressed his lips to her hair so lightly he doubted she could feel it. “Will do, Bonnie.”

“Go to sleep, Clyde,” she mumbled. Her soft snores following.

He didn’t, but she never needed to know that.

#roswell new mexico #roswell new mexico fic #maria deluca #miluca #okay byyyye

[jess-the-vampire]

The Demon Next Door, Chapter 5

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Another morning in echo creek and Marco quickly got out of bed, and got dressed, today was kinda going to be a big day for him.

Today was the day Tom planned to help him ask Jackie out, and he was quick to attempt to fix up his hair in the bathroom mirror and freshen himself up as best as possible. Not that he was expecting a kiss or anything, but if jackie saw him he wanted her to be impressed with him. He couldn't go in looking like his typical loser self while he had his crush to impress today could he? He could hear his parents yelling for him as he raced downstairs, shoving cereal into his mouth and gulping down his orange juice before waving to his folks.

"Marco? Everything ok?", His dad looked up from his book, worried marco was somehow cured or something.

"Yep, everything's good dad! Just gotta make it to the bus! Gonna see Tom and Star, and hopefully everything will go to plan today with jackie!".

His parents didn't question him any further as he grabbed his backpack and things, kissing his younger sister goodbye before racing out the door and to wait for the bus. Tom waved to Him as he head across the street to join him,"Hey, someone looks pretty happy today...and is that...cologne?.". Marco grinned ear to ear, "Is it too much? I hope it's not too much...I tried to fix myself up really well and I'm not sure if I look any different...what do you think?".

His neighbor looked him over and gave him a shrug, "You're about the same honestly, but that's not a bad thing either...".

"Maybe I should borrow your eyeliner...", marco mumbled, thinking about it as Tom quickly laughed it off, "Uh no, this might work for me, but I don't think it works for you...not unless you wanna try my style, your natural look is fine marco, promise...you don't gotta go overboard.". Well, easy for Tom to say, he wasn't the one out looking to impress his crush today, marco was, though Tom did look nice in his ripped jeans and ripped t-shit with a tank top underneath.

What a drama queen.

The bus pulled up and Marco sighed in relief as Star came running up to make it on time, not even acknowledging the two as she made it onto the bus before they did in a rush. She must've got held up or maybe even overslept again, Tom just shrugged to Marco and headed inside himself, Marco following after. He could tell some of the other students around him could smell the cologne he was wearing, most of them giving him odd expressions as he quickly made his way past them.

"Hey Star!", Marco felt he was in pretty good spirits that day, in fact this was the best he'd felt for some time, though as he got in the bus and sat next to the blonde he could immediately tell she was different. Usually he was the less chipper one next to star's bright personality but today it seemed to be the reverse, in fact star looked more frustrated then he had ever seen her. Marco's curious eyes looked her over as tom came aboard the bus and took the seat next to his on the opposite side.

Was this still about tom? Or something else?

Star seemed almost dull, her hair a mess over her face, her silence draining...

She wasn't like this unless she was upset with him.

"S-star? Um...you ok?", He looked to his blonde friend as she puffed some hair from her face, looking at the window and avoiding his gaze.

Was she tired? Did something really bad happen at home?

He wasn't used to star being so...gloomy, not unless she either had a fight with her mother or got in serious trouble, sometimes both. His sunny outlook suddenly faltered as he tried to get star to look at him, but she pouted and he could tell her eyes were wandering over to the with the reddish hair and dark clothes next to them. Marco crossed his arms, star was still upset over tom? It was kinda silly at first and he could excuse her weird crush behaviors before since it was harmless, but now it was getting silly.

Thankfully tom was wearing headphones and listening to music, allowing marco to look at Star directly and question her.

"You really need to stop this whole act with tom...", he said, getting her attention, "C'mon, you guys are my friends and I kinda want to be in the same room as you two without you acting like tom is the worst person to set foot on this earth, he's really cool, and you should like...talk to him instead of ignoring him...it's not cool.". Star's blue eyes turned away, "It's not an act marco, and besides...it's not like you've known him for that long anyway and you already consider him to be as much of a friend as me...".

"Star...do you feel left out as a friend? Cause I never meant to-".

"I can't talk about it...".

Marco's eyebrows were raised, Star rarely ever had things she didn't want to ramble on and on for hours about with him. Star was mostly an open book, she'd go off about something as silly as her breakfast that morning or the stuff janna got her into. Star wasn't exactly a good liar either, so this in itself was weird because she was clearly being truthful. Marco looked at her more curiously as she turned her head to look out the window, what could be so important she couldn't even tell him about it?

"Star...i'm your friend-".

"Marco, i can't talk about it...ok?", she told him, a little more aggressive this time before going back to her silence.

The ride to school was oddly silent, and Marco felt strange.

He didn't want to tap tom on the shoulder and talk to him because star was right next to him, but he couldn't talk to Star and there was no way he'd convince her to speak up on whatever the matter actually was. Star's usually peppy attitude was just...cold. He felt himself shrink a little on his seat and hope to god whatever it was, star would get out of it soon enough. He listened to the songs playing on the bus's radio as they finished their ride, star, marco, and tom getting off.

Thankfully star hadn't left marco's side, which was a good sign if anything.

He'd almost been expecting her to ditch them as soon as they got off the bus.

Especially with Tom next to him as well, the boy's face curious at the distress of star's as she faced away from him, marco walked with them, though neither still acknowledged each other. He simply kept quiet and smiled as jackie passed by on her skateboard, which got tom to break the odd silence. "Y'know marco, jackie seems actually really cool, easy to talk to...I can see why you kinda like her. Though uh...if i'm going to be your wing man on this...what exactly should I say?".

"Huh?".

"Well it's just, you clearly want me to talk to her and get her interested but...well...what does she really like? What should i mention to her exactly? I don't wanna stand there not knowing what to say...", he made a face that told marco he was a little unprepared and worried. "It's hard to kinda be a wing man when you really don't know much about who you're dealing with unfortunately, so anything you can tell me will help a whole lot, i promise".

Good point, he really didn't prep Tom how to even go about this.

"Uh well...I mean, uh...I dunno, I guess you just talk to her and then bring me up at some point or another?I uh...I'm not sure, talk about...skateboards or something...", that's when tom looked at marco with a questioning look, "Wait...marco, how much about jackie do you actually know? I mean you've known her for a long time right? Even if you've never talked, you know more about her then skateboards right? Like what kinda movies she likes? If she plays video games? Any of that?".

"Well...".

"Marco, you should know your crush a little better then that!".

Star snickered next to them, only briefly, before going back to being pouty.

"Sorry, I...got nothing in that regard...", he was giving tom an awkward shrug, accompanied by a shrug. Though Tom still shook his head, "Guess i'm going in blind, I'll talk to her around lunch, let's just get to our classes for the day and we can totally worry about all this stuff later...". Later, yeah, that probably was a good call, if jackie got weirded out by marco, at least if it was during lunch he'd only be extremely embarrassed for half the day as opposed to from the very beginning.

Though his nerves kept getting to him, even in class.

Tom seemed pretty focused on his work, but marco felt more anxious as he looked at jackie each and every time, wondering what would happen. Would Jackie be impressed by him? Repulsed by him? Would she make fun of him in front of everyone? Would she even feel the same way he did? Heck, what if she just assuemd he and star were dating and he was trying to two-time them or something? He wondered if he ever crossed Jackie's mind at all outside of time they saw each other.

Tom was sending him signals not to worry, but at this point he should know marco well enough to know he was kinda a bit of a worry-wart, even star knew that and it was why she messed with him so much and wanted him to get out of his shell. Though he had to admit, Star's behavior was also adding to his anxiety, he was almost left wondering if she had a fall out with her mother, though if she was she sure wasn't interested in talking about it with him.

Difficult as always, the blonde being her stubborn and frustrating self when things didn't seem to go her way.

He was going to have to ask her later, when she was in better spirits, there wasn't much he could do for now. When Star was like this, it was a lot better to wait for her to speak out more then anything, and maybe she'd be a little more eager to talk by lunch anyway. He slapped himself to focus, he could deal with it later, right now he needed to focus on making it to lunch, as that was the ticket today. He almost felt like it took forever for the bell to ring today, and the next class felt even longer.

The only sound he focused on being the ticking of the clock.

In the hallway between classes he could spot Star talking to Janna and that alone made him worry, Janna was one of the worst people Star could ever go to for anything. She was a sneaky girl with no boundaries and he didn't need the two of them getting into any shenanigans again, though as he moved on with the day nothing else seemed out of the ordinary. He couldn't have been more excited or nervous once lunchtime finally came around.

Good, time to finally get all this off his chest, get it all over with.

Tom had already saved him a seat at their usual table though Marco had noticed Star wasn't sitting there with him, in fact Star was sitting with-

"Janna?! Since when does she sit with her for lunch?", marco said, annoyed as he placed his lunch tray down. Tom looked over, Star giggling right next to the Filipino girl, the two snickering and it being the first time marco had seen Star smiling all day. Geez, star normally would at least tell marco if she was going to sit somewhere else today, but then again...he couldn't tell her where to sit. He took a hard plop onto his usual seat, half annoyed and half sad.

Tom simply shrugged, "Did you do anything to make her mad recently...?".

"I don't...I don't think I did...".

The tall boy's brow turned, his face becoming more distressed.

"I...I'm sorry if it's to do with me...", Tom suddenly got very meek, far from the angry or chill expression he tended to be, "I know Star doesn't seem to like me, I mean, I know you keep telling me she likes me but...maybe i'm just turning her off from spending any time with you...I really don't wanna keep you from spending time with her I know she's your best friend and...all that." The boy was quick to act grabbing a hold of tom's shoulder and having him look at him in the eyes.

"Tom, c'mon please, I promise i'll speak to star and figure it out soon...ok? Just...don't blame yourself...I mean...I really hope...the three of us could hang out together. I...don't want either of you to stop being my friends...I really don't.", this seemed to make the other boy feel a little better but marco could tell he still felt bad, and who could blame him? Ever since he showed up star basically was either rude to him or ditched marco entirely even marco would feel like it was his fault if he were Tom.

He peered over where Star was sitting and resisted the urge to confront her then and there, it'd probably be too soon and bad to do in public of all places.

Tom mumbled, trying to calm himself down, he was probably working himself up too much over nothing, and he promised to help marco out with jackie. Tom pulled himself together, nodding to his friend, "I'll be right back...". He got up and headed over where Jackie was sitting with a few of her friends, getting the blonde's attention rather easily. Marco squirmed in his seat, annoyed that he couldn't actually hear what Tom was saying to her, though it seemed like jackie was happy to see him.

Marco got worried, Tom seemed so distressed a minute ago, maybe they should just call this whole thing off today, do it another time. He started slapping himself mentally for letting Tom go up there, god, he needed to talk to star soon. Who knew how much worse Tom might feel if he didn't say something soon, Tom might even refuse to spend any time with him just because of Star, and marco was his only real friend since he had moved in here.

Though somehow Tom managed to pull himself together and talked to the girl, smiling and talking almost how he normally did with marco, marco's worry still there...but a little better.

How could Tom handle this so calmly? He talked to her without blushing or panicking or looking as silly as he usually did.

He had to admire it honestly, it was...actually kinda neat how charming he seemed to be.

Jackie even seemed to laugh in fact, and Marco found himself starting to sweat in his seat, did she reject him? Did she laugh at the fact he had feelings for her? He suddenly lost to urge to even look at the scene, turning away to try and go back to eating his poor lunch. He didn't know how much time had passed before Tom returned, taking a seat next to Marco, patting him on the back and getting his attention from all his worries and thoughts.

"You alright?".

"Oh uh...tom! Uh...how'd it go?".

"Well uh...", tom put his hands together and Marco suddenly felt very nervous, unsure of what to expect out of this. "So I went up, asked how she was, y'know...all the nice formalities and then I said I was one of your friends, and then I mentioned how you two knew each other since kindergarten...and then she said that you seemed like a kinda cool guy. And then I told her that yeah, you were super cool, you were really talented and fun and charming...".

Marco felt himself smile a little, Tom really thought he was that cool huh? and Charming? Him?

"And...what did she say?", he just wanted tom to rip the bandage off for now, just to get it out of his system, and Tom was quick to put his hands out and convince marco to relax. "Well, nothing mean if you were worried, actually, I told her about your karate stuff and she asked if she could maybe watch one of your tournaments or something, maybe hang out in the mall after if that was ok? I mean, it's technically not a date because I think she meant you, me, her, and maybe star if she shows up to it...but still.".

Though Marco was not upset, hugging tom and pulling him close, right in the middle of the cafeteria.

"Thank you...".

Tom was caught a little off guard at marco hugging him, but leaned into it, hugging him back. He smiled into marco's shoulder and snickered at the cologne he could get whiffs off on the boy, ignoring the giggles that may of erupted around them. This had been the happiest he'd seen Marco in awhile, in fact he could swear marco was crying tears of joy in response, Tom just holding him close and patting him on the back as Marco sighed, in utter bliss.

"You're welcome, Marco.."

-

He'd handled the jackie situation, and Tom seemed to feel a little better after helping Marco out...

That left one last thing for the boy to take care of.

"Wait! Star!"

Star turned around as Marco rushed up to her as soon as class ended, wanting to catch her before she got away from him too far. He was huffing and trying to get himself together, he was already pumped on adrenaline from jackie agreeing to watch him do karate. But right now he needed to deal with this current matter on star and he needed to do it as soon as he possibly could before something else happened, Star blinked at him before he fully composed himself and adjusted his hoodie.

"Star...c'mon...please tell me what's with you today, is it tom? Is it jackie? Did something happen at home?", his attitude adjusting, "You can't keep doing this to him, i'm so worried he thinks he did something super wrong and won't wanna be friends with me anymore...because of you. You didn't even sit with me at lunch and I was worried maybe you were mad at him or me or both, you didn't even say anything to either of us and...ugh star...c'mon...this isn't fair to either of us.".

Star simply stood where she did, having a hard time looking at marco, and marco only felt more worried, reaching out and grabbing her hand. "Star please, if it's about tom...don't treat me this way just because he's a friend, I don't want to choose between you two, I want to have both of you as my friends. I really think Tom is cool and...I want to be friends with him, and i still want to be friends with you, I'm sorry if I made you feel outed or hurt or-".

"Marco, it's not tom..."., she spat out, eyes facing the concrete bellow her in dismay and shame.

He quickly silenced himself, "It's...not?".

She sighed, "I'm sorry marco...it's just...it's not something I can talk about with you...I didn't mean to avoid you so much today, but you were just going to keep asking and I wanted to wait until...it had passed before I...talked again. Marco...please...just trust whatever it is...I can't tell you for a reason.", her blue eyes became watery, "I didn't mean to hurt you so much, I just wanted to try and wait for it to blow over and you were already busy with jackie and tom so...I thought that'd be enough...".

"Star...".

"Look marco...I'll be ok, maybe...I'll get to talk about it someday, but...I-I can't.", she seemed so sad about whatever it was and marco wished he was able to read her mind on the matter, tapping his foot on the concrete as he placed a hand on her shoulder, "Hey...come...to my next karate lesson, afterwards...we can all grab a bite to eat...is that ok?". He knew he was effectively turning spending time with jackie into even more of a group event but it'd have to do for now.

Maybe he could even get tom and star to go off together later on, but for now, he really couldn't abandon star at a time like this.

"Really?".

"Yeah.".

She finally smiled, almost like she always did.

"Thanks marco...heh...we better get on the bus right? Before it leaves?", her head tilted and he quickly pulled himself together, watching as tom hurried up behind them. "yeah, c'mon, let's get going! C'mon Tom!". Tom followed behind as they got into their usual seats, though with star in better spirits, even tom seemed to notice star's change in behavior and looked relieved. Took some strain from thinking he had ruined marco's relationship with her.

"Star's coming...", marco whispered, leaning his head over to tom.

"Hmm?'.

"She's joining us on our first karate class together, i mean, not as a student, but I invited her to watch with jackie while we practice."

Tom face suddenly started to go red, "What, are you gonna turn this into a double date now?", he was mostly kidding but it did come across that way. Marco shook his head, "Well, no no, but i mean...it could be one, if...well actually i shouldn't be too optimistic. Are you cool with it?". And much to his relief the boy smirked back, showing he was pretty excited, honestly since star didn't got to many of these it was nice having her along to join them, he missed that.

Now he just had to hope things went well.

Star was quick to head home as soon as the bus stopped, but tom waited, stopping marco in his tracks. The taller boy ran a hand through his hair and Marco paused, left wondering if something was wrong. He adjusted his backpack and watched as Tom spit out what he wanted to say, "M-marco...hey I uh...thanks for...uh, letting me be apart of your life. I really think I like living here...I uh...I really hope you get a chance to ask her out, i'm sure your skills outta impress her.".

"Well, I think you'll impress star, she likes wild types, and you're certainly wild...".

The two still stood there, tom's eyes wandering to his home across the street, he seemed almost dazed and a little...sad even. Was tom really ok? Maybe Marco overestimated how Tom was when it came to asking out people he liked or handled this stuff in general. He almost wanted to reach out and ask Tom what was wrong but instead Tom brought his gaze back to him and managed to put on a smile, his green eyes lighting up the street it felt to the human.

"Hey...marco...?".

"Yeah?".

"You...really think i have a chance with star?", he asked that with a hint of worry and pain behind his voice, and god tom needed more reassurance then marco thought.

Marco reached out and patter Tom's shoulder, giving him his biggest smile, "Honestly, you really did me a big favor today, and I really appreciate it, I think star would be lucky to be dating someone like you. And...well, if she doesn't return your feelings, I think you'll find someone perfect for you eventually anyway, don't worry.". Tom took a deep breath and sighed, "Yeah, thanks, sounds good...uh...text me later ok? I better get home before my mom worries.".

"Sounds good, i'm going to get inside and start working on how i'm gonna ask jackie to a date! I'll catch up with you later!"., marco hesitated for a moment, before quickly pulling tom into a short hug, it only lasted a couple seconds, before heading inside as Tom watched him go. A smile on his face as he turned around and headed his way home across the street, heading inside to tell his mother about his day at school, her gleefully playing with her son's hair.

Marco's parents were quick to ask him questions about jackie and how everything went and Marco simply smiled to them and told them things were going well. Even his little sister seemed in good spirits with him as he started working on his homework at the kitchen table, the buzzes of his phone with texts from Tom and Star on the details of the class coming up. Tom sending him a pick of him helping his mother make homemade pizza as Marco snickered at how much cheese tom piled onto the thing.

He had dinner with his family later before grabbing his backpack, telling his family goodnight and heading upstairs to turn in for the night.

He had work to still do.

Marco dumped his backpack on his bed and pulled open his drawers, pulling out his old plans on asking out jackie. He quickly scribbled out a whole bunch of them that had just involved talking to her, and moved on to the section where he asked her on a real date. They had so much time till he could invite her to the upcoming school dance, if he could just impress her on a few dates before that he'd certainty be her date for the dance for sure.

Jackie was desirable after all, she was considered universally pretty to everyone in school and if marco missed his chance, someone else would take it. Jackie got invited to so many popular parties after all, she was so likable and if he didn't make a move, she'd probably be asked out by a cheerleader, or a football player, heck...that weird girl who followed star around and dressed like her might of had a better chance then marco would if he didn't act soon.

He scribbled and scribbled for what felt like hours that night, plan after plan after plan to figure out how to go from karate to asking her out fully.

How did tom make it so easy to talk to her? I mean yeah, sure, he didn't have a crush on her like marco did, but he liked star and wasn't a blubbering mess. Sure, Star seemed to avoid him at every moment she could but Tom tried to talk to her normally, his feelings never seemed to get in the way of trying to get along with her, in fact marco wasn't sure if star could even tell the boy liked her at all, the impression she gave really left him little to work with in terms if she knew or not.

It was like it was so natural to tom to talk to people without freaking out.

And yet Tom was considered not very well liked back home and didn't have friends? Geez, wherever tom lives sure didn't sound like a fun place if someone like tom was so hated over there. But now he was getting too off topic, he could't focus so much on tom, he needed to maintain his focus on how he was supposed to speak to jackie without becoming a mess in front of her. Something he had failed at being able to do since kindergarten it seemed.

Maybe he could try do what tom did...like...tom...be as charming and funny and friendly and helping as he was.Marco let out a yawn, maybe he could rest his eyes for a bit and think of something soon...

and Marco felt himself fall to sleep thinking about nothing but the boy from across the street that night.

And little did he know, the feeling was mutual across the street as well.

#star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #svstfoe #tom the demon #Tom Lucitor #marco #marco diaz #tomco #jackie lynn thomas #star butterfly #fanfiction #fanfic #my art

[jinmukangwrites]

Whumptober day 13

Chemical Pneumonia | Oxygen Mask

Ao3

Warnings: hospitals, coughing, vomiting, near death experiences,

-o-o-o-o-

Even now, Jason's not really sure how it all went wrong. It was supposed to be a simple look-see and bail. Just watch the newest batch of criminals with their newest batch of illegal weapons, then take note of what their plans are, and then plan accordingly to take them down at a later date.

But here's the deal. Things more often go wrong than go right when it comes to Gotham. Things get complicated and sometimes someone is smart enough to look up. Sometimes, Jason has to duck just in time to not get shot in the skull. Sometimes, Red Hood has to make a quick escape while a small army of armed thugs chase him out of the warehouse, armed with the fun calibers like .223 or 9mm.

Sometimes, you make the dumb idea to team up on these kinds of missions, and sometimes you're forced to watch Nightwing take a lungful of some mysterious gas that definitely doesn't look friendly.

Sometimes, life just sucks ass, doesn't it?

"Wing!" Jason calls, slamming the back of his glock across some random bad-guy's jaw. He watches Dick stumble back, throwing the inside of his arm across his nose and coughing so hard he doubles over.

Jason doesn't have the mental headspace to deal with this kind of crap today. So, instead of trying to grab Dick's attention, he fires his gun into the leg of the closest thug, runs into the diffusing cloud of yellowing gas, then he grabs Dick around his thinner waist. He doesn't squander a single second grabbing Dick's grapple from his hips and firing up towards the warehouse ceiling windows.

He just manages to keep a grasp on Dick as they fly up and crash through the glass. Jason comes to a rolling halt on the slanted roof, but immediately rolls the other direction as a bullet whizzes through the rusting metal just to the left of his chest.

Escape after that is easy. Dick's blinking like an idiot and looking pale, but he's able to at least hold on to Jason while Jason uses the grapple to swing about a block away to where he parked his bike.

The moment Jason lands by his bike, he shoves Dick from him, rips off his helmet, and hopes his glare underneath is scary.

"What. The. Hell ."

Dick at least has the decency to look ashamed. "Sorry? I wasn't expecting the guy to just whip out a gas capsule like that."

Jason growls and runs his gunpowder covered gloves through his hair. He takes a deep breath. Tries to calm down. He gets so angry so easily .

He inhales. Exhales. Looks back at Dick. "What did it do?"

Dick shrugs. "It smelled badly? Seriously, Jay, I think I'm fine. It must have been a fluke."

"You saw the same guns in there that I did, right?" Jason folds his arms and gives an unimpressed look. "They were more advanced than the rifles in the military . You think they'd have a gas bomb that was a fluke?"

"Lucky me?"

Jason glares. "I hate you."

Dick shoots finger guns.

With a sigh, Jason stuffs the helmet back onto his head. He jumps on his bike. "Just, at least get it checked on? I don't want the entirety of the family wanting my head on a stick because you died teaming up with me."

"Yeah, yeah," Dick replies, waving his hand. Dick clears his throat. "I think you're being-" he clears his throat again- "a little-"

Dick clears his throat, louder this time. Jason frowns. "Wing?"

Dick shakes his head, clears his throat one final time before a single cough bursts from his throat. Suddenly, Jason's watching as Dick dissolves into a fit of coughs, his arms wrapping around his chest as he bends over forwards.

"Dick?" Jason jumps off his bike and approaches Dick with a spike of concern sprouting in his chest. Dick takes a gasping breath, spits out a disgusting lob of phlegm, then looks up at Jason with wide eyes behind his mask.

Jason stops in his tracks. Dick's lips are blue.

"Shit," Dick rasps, then his legs give out below him.

-o-o-o-o-

For the better part of an hour, Jason's been sitting inside the medbay of the cave, watching as Dick sat forward in the cot over a bucket. He's vomited in it a few times, but that was a little while ago. The bucket has since been washed by Alfred and returned so Dick can cough and cough and cough into it, spitting out pink tinged phlegm. Dick's eyes were puffy, the skin around his cheeks and eyebrows red from what's probably the beginning of a rash caused by irritated skin.

Jason originally didn't have plans to sit in the cave and watch Dick be sick, but because the chemical doing a number inside Dick's lungs was unknown, Jason didn't really have a choice. He walked into that cloud of gas, and while his helmet came with a filter, it didn't necessarily rule him out from being completely and totally at little risk of catching the same problems Dick's currently suffering through.

So, Jason's been confined to the medbay while Dick continues to hack into the bucket until he's choking and gasping. Bruce and Alfred work on finding a cure to the chemically induced pneumonia. Damian and Tim—who just happened to be visiting—were banished to the manor while this all went down.

Tim, because without his spleen there's no telling what could happen if the gas happened to be contagious somehow. Damian, because the kid really didn't need to be down here anyway.

Dick coughs wetly and makes a horrible sounding gag. Jason sighs and leans back in his chair, incredibly bored out of his mind and thankful that not the symptoms that appeared were not much more than coughing, small rashes, and blue tinged lips.

The door to the medbay opens, and in walks Alfred. Alfred frowns as Dick continues to cough and choke out bloody chunks of mucus. They've tried multiple times to get Dick to wear an oxygen mask, but the guy keeps having to cough and spit, which results in him tugging the mask off a couple seconds after it was pulled on.

"Any news?" Jason asks, ignoring Dick continuing to cough.

Alfred's shoulders fall ever so slightly. "I'm afraid not. How is master Dick fairing?"

Dick makes a half-hearted thumbs up and Jason rolls his eyes. "I'd tell him to shut up, but I don't think he can."

"Hmm." Alfred walks forward with a frown matching the downward tilt of his brow. He walks towards Dick and checks him over, pressing on what must be aching ribs and checking his temperature. He carefully inspects the rashes on Dick's face, and Dick just manages to hold in his coughing for the few minutes that it takes. However, the moment Alfred let's his face go, Dick returns to the bucket. Gagging.

Jason wrinkles his nose.

"Try to get him on the oxygen mask," Alfred says, turning towards Jason. "Miss Thompkins is still on her way with the breathing tubes and a solution for the IV."

"Traffic that bad?" Jason asks and Alfred hums.

"Apparently, there was a seven car pile up on the bridge. Traffic is being sent on rather long detours out and into the island."

Seven cars huh? "Jesus. Gotta love Gotham."

"Indeed," Alfred replies with a bit of a smirk. But then Dick //coughs and the tense reality of the current situation settles back over them like a sopping wet blanket. "Watch his rashes as well, grab me if anything changes."

"Will do, Alf."

They both exchange a smile before Alfred leaves; abandoning Jason to listen to Dick suffer alone.

Jason sighs and tries not to let his brain travel down dark paths. Like what kind of damage is really going on in Dick's lungs. Like if suggesting a team up tonight really was a bad idea. Like if this is all Jason's fault for being spotted in the first place.

Instead, he stands up and grabs the oxygen mask and shoves it over Dick’s face.

Dick tugs it off not two seconds later to spit more mucus into the tank.

“You’re disgusting,” Jason snorts.

Dick doesn't respond because he’s too busy hacking out a lung, but Jason catches a small smile.

Dick's coughing soon becomes white noise.

-o-o-o-o-

Jason knows immediately that something is very wrong when Dick goes silent. Then, he knows something is tremendously wrong when Dick chokes with cut off, painful sounding whimpers. He shoots his eyes up from where he’s been twiddling his fingers and then immediately jumps to his feet.

Dick is shaking almost like he's having a seizure, except Jason knows it's really his lungs struggling to take in air. Jason almost runs forward to help, but thinks better about it when he realizes he has no idea how he'll be able to help in the first place.

Instead, he turns tail towards the bay doors.

He's about to tear the door open, but he finds himself stumbling back as it opens on its own.

In runs one of the only people Jason truly respects and fears. Leslie Thompkins rushes past Jason towards Dick without even sparing a glance. Immediately, she's checking him over. Trying to get his attention. Listing to his gurgling that can hardly be called breathing. Bruce and Alfred enter as well, looking distressed.

Leslie doesn't take long to look up and glare at every single person in the room.

"He needs a hospital."

And no one argues. Alfred quickly leaves the room to call an ambulance while Jason and Bruce rush forward to undress Dick from his Nightwing suit. Leslie presses an oxygen mask to his mouth and keeps it firmly in place even though Dick begins to try and struggle, his eyes dazed and panicked.

Leslie snarls Bruce's ears off, something about her not knowing it was this bad and how he should have gone straight to the hospital, but Jason can only focus on getting Dick into normal civilian clothes so the hospital doesn't ask anything.

By the time they rush Dick upstairs and through the manor doors to where an ambulance made it over in record time—the perks of being rich, Jason supposes—Dick's hardly responding to anything. Hardly breathing.

The ambulance rushes away and Jason's left with Damian and Tim watching with matching looks of fear.

And for a single, strange second, Jason wants to tell them that it'll all be okay.

But he can't find it in himself to speak and possibly lie.

Dick will be okay. He has to be.

He has to be.

-o-o-o-o-

He will be okay, Jason thinks as he settles in Dick's private room. He's unconscious, hooked onto a crazy looking ventilator, trussed up to all kinds of tubes and wires. The doctors say they got most of the gas out from his lungs, but the damage left as a result is severe.

Severe enough for Dick to completely stop breathing on his own.

But he will be okay.

Even if it takes months for Dick to recover. Even if he'll be plagued by respiratory issues for the rest of his life.

He'll be okay.

Bruce's hand lands on Jason's shoulder. He looks so tired. So worn. Jason wonders if he looked like this when Jason died, or if he looked worse. He doesn't wonder for too long, he's not sure if his stomach could take it.

"He'll be okay," Bruce says. To Jason. To himself. To Dick. To nothing and no one at all.

Jason nods.

He'll be okay.

Because Jason's pretty sure no one in this quilted family of mismatch textiles could go on for long without him.

He'll be okay, because he has to be.

Dick continues to remain completely unconscious to the world, a machine breathing for him.

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