#but no it’s my fault i saw him moving in the direction of the plants (which he loves to fuck with) and i wasn’t fast enough :(

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my nanny baby somehow pulled an entire plant shelf down on himself (he’s okay obvi) omg it’s not even noon

#i stayed up way too late drawing so i need to wake up asap this baby has a stronger proclivity for nonsense than the others asdfjkl #but no it’s my fault i saw him moving in the direction of the plants (which he loves to fuck with) and i wasn’t fast enough :( #he’s chillin and eating chicken nuggets now and laughing like nothing ever happened adsushajks

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best friend's brother cliché ~ rafe cameron

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Falling for Rafe Cameron, your best friend's brother, was the epitome of a cliché.

What was even worse was that you were sneaking behind her back. You knew it was wrong and that you should just be honest to her about it, but you were scared.

They didn't get along at all or see eye to eye, ever. Telling her that you're dating her brother was not exactly the thing she'd want to hear.

"Hey there" Rafe's voice whispered in your ear as he appeared behind you.

"Hey" you gave him a small smile and looked around, making sure nobody was around before you leaned up and pecked his lips.

"What brings you here? You have plans with my sister?" he asked as he sat down on the couch next to you.

"Yeah, she said she wanted to hang out because we haven't done it in a while" you pouted, wishing more than anything that you could go up to Rafe's room and cuddle with him.

"Ah. Where is she anyway?"

"She said she had to go change"

He nodded and tapped his fingers against his leg.

"I've missed you" you whispered, taking his hand in yours.

"I've missed you, too. I haven't seen you in 2 days but it felt like 2 years" he groaned silently, resting his head against your shoulder.

"Believe me, I know. I can't believe I went 2 days without seeing your handsome face" you flirted and planted a kiss on his head.

"I saw your face everywhere I looked. I wanted nothing more than to come to your house and just stay with you all day long, but my dad kept finding things for me to do like he knew what I had been thinking about" he vented, finally being able to get things off his chest.

It wasn't like you hadn't been texting absolutely non-stop in the 2 days that you hadn't seen each other, but he always liked your conversations when you were together. They had more depth, he said.

"I'm sorry, bub" you whispered. tracing imaginary figures on his arm with the tip of your nail.

You heard someone clear their throat from behind you, making you both look back. There stood Sarah, her hands on her hips and a murderous look on her face.

"What the hell is going on here?" her voice echoed in the entire house, making you pull away from each other.

"I can explain" you said, getting up and moving towards her.

"You better. What the hell are you doing with Rafe?"

"Jesus, Sarah, lower your voice. I think there are a couple of aliens that didn't hear you" Rafe mumbled, making Sarah shoot daggers in his direction with her eyes.

"Look, this is not how I wanted you to find out" you started, trying to soften the blow as much as possible.

"Find out what?"

"That Y/N and I are dating" Rafe commented before you could say anything.

You turned around and glared at him, making him raise his hands in surrender and sit back down on the couch, this time facing you.

"I'm sorry, did you just say dating?" she was now looking at you, probably expecting you to deny what Rafe just said.

Without saying a word, you silently nodded.

"How long has this been going on?" her voice was calmer now, but she still sounded upset.

"A couple of months" your voice was really soft, not wanting to anger her more.

"So you've been sneaking around my back for months? You didn't even feel the need to tell me? Your best friend?" she asked, making you look at the ground in shame.

"Don't talk to her like that. This is exactly why we didn't want to tell you" Rafe suddenly butted in, coming over and standing in front of you.

You silently reached down and took his hand, which he gladly held.

"Oh, so now it's my fault that you've been lying to me?" Sarah continued, making you suddenly irritated by her behavior.

"Look at how you're reacting, it's like we killed someone. I can't help it if I fell in love with her, did you expect me to ask for your permission or something?" Rafe said, making your eyes widen at his statement.

"You love me?" your voice was so soft that he almost didn't hear you, but he did.

He turned around and took your face in his hands, smiling.

"Of course I do. I've been in love with you ever since you started hanging out with Sarah"

"I love you too" you whispered, bringing your hands up to rest on his that we're holding your face.

"Uh, hello? I'm still here and this conversation isn't over" Sarah interrupted your moment, making you sigh.

"Sarah, look. I never wanted this to happen because it's such a cliché to fall for your best friend's brother. But it happened, and I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. I love your brother and I'm sorry I've been keeping this from you, but I'm finally happy. Truly happy. Please just try to understand this" you took her hands in yours, trying to appeal to her soft side.

She kept looking between the two of you, not saying anything for a couple of moments.

"Is he treating you right?" she finally broke the silence, but she was still glaring at Rafe.

"He is, you know I would kick his ass if he wasn't" you chuckled at the end, making a smile appear on Sarah's face.

"Let's say I accept you two dating. Please don't make out in front of me or fuck on my bed or the couch" her look changed from a smiling to a disgusted one.

"I promise" you said, looking back at Rafe. He hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

Sarah pulled you into a hug, making you feel relieved. You had been so scared of telling her about your relationship, and even though she didn't want to hear t in the beginning, you were glad she came around.

"Be careful" she whispered in your ear once you pulled away, which you nodded it.

She turned around and left for the kitchen, giving you and Rafe some privacy.

"That went better than I thought it would" you told Rafe, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"I don't even care if she approves or not. It wouldn't stop me from being with you. But I knew it was important to you, so I figured I would behave" he smiled, holding your face in his right hand.

"Thank you" you leaned up and pressed your lips against his, closing the gap between your bodies.

"I told you no making out in front of me!!!" Sarah yelled once she came back and saw you two making out in the middle of the living room.

You both laughed, knowing that you were not going to live this down.

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Flower and Fates

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader

Genre: Barista x Florist AU

Word Count: 2.1k || masterlist

Warning: none

The sound of chiming bells from the collar of your cat, Festus, accompanied you as you made your way around your little flower shop with a spray bottle in hand. The soft purring he does as the fluffy ball of cloud jumped onto the windowsill and shoving his head under your hand made it difficult for you to attend to your plants causing you to giggle at his need for attention.

"Festus please! I'll play with you when I'm done here," even as you said that, the cat still wouldn't listen, jumping down now, he rubbed himself against your legs making it hard for you to move now without stumbling over him.

Setting the clear spray bottle on the flower stand, you put your hands on your waist as you looked down at your furry friend, "What is up with you today huh?" your annoyed expression changes to a soft one as you bend down to pick him up, how could you even stay mad at him when he's so cute. "You've never been this clingy before," walking to the main table, you sat down on the chair with Festus happyly snuggling on your lap, purring loudly by the gentle scratching on his head.

"This is an early break for me then," sighing as you looked at the clock on the wall, the time showed [11:47AM]. Today was one of the quieter days in your shop. Only having a couple came in hours before to pick their order for a ceremony, other than that later today you might get a few others. Speaking of orders, you remembered you had to continue the last few bouquets of an order for an anniversary today so the client can pick them up tomorrow but with Festus stopping you from doing your work, you just hoped that this cat would be over his episode soon.

A gentle tap on your shoulder almost startled you if the person who you saw by your side was one of a stranger, but he wasn't a stranger. It was Luke, the cute barista from the coffee shop next door who also happened to be your friend from the first day you had opened your shop and now it's been 3 months of your sweet friendship.

The lovely smile of his instantly got mirrored onto your own face, "Hi, Luke." Remembering that you were stroking your cat on your lap, looking down you saw that he was no longer there making you sigh in relief as you could finally stand up and stretch.

"Are you tired today, [Y/N]?" setting the paper bag filled with your usual pastries for lunch, which the freshly baked aroma was starting to seep through it, Luke pulled a chair closer with his foot to sit across from you, "I've never seen you sleep in the shop before. Also, it's very dangerous to when you're all alone in here someone could've just come in,"

Pulling your lips into a tight line humming to give you time to form an answer, you moved yourself closer to the table, your knees bumped his as you grabbed the paper bag with your name on it,”First of all, it was Festus' fault for not letting me water the flowers today because,” Turning your head to look for said cat, you saw that he was eating his food, unbothered, “someone is clingy today,” raising your voice in Festus’ direction, it made the curly haired boy laugh, amused by your relationship with your cat.

“What?” looking at the boy in front of you with a questioning expression, “It's true! I only got to water not even half of my precious flower babies,” lips pouting, you rolled your eyes at him as he continued to laugh, the melodious sound resonating through your quant shop made your heart flutter. A small smile appeared on your face at the thought of how you liked his laugh so much. Brushing your stray hair behind your ears, you then took out the still warm blueberry scone. Humming in satisfaction, eyes closed as the rich flavors filled your mouth.

“I'll help you water them later,” Calming himself down from his laughing fit, cheeks dusted with pink roses Luke sat up straight and took his own lunch, “Now eat up first.”

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Mists of water droplets fell onto the rainbow petals of the flowers in your shop, continuing from the windowsill you paused earlier, the afternoon sun rays was beaming through the window and as Luke turned to ask you a question whether or not the section he was standing at had been watered or not, Luke could see the rays blanketed your figure with a soft golden halo. Reaching over your head to spray the hanging pots, once again the water mists fell around you like sparkles.

It was almost like a secret magical moment Luke was seeing. From the quiet and calm atmosphere, to the soft smile on your face as you took care of your plants and to the enchanting sight he just witnessed, if he didn't make friends with you since day one that you went over to his cafe for breakfast, Luke would've thought you were a fairy selling your magically grown flowers.

Captivated by you, Luke didn't even realize that you had moved away and was standing next to him until he heard your voice, “Hey, I think we're done here.” The same soft smile you gave to the flowers, you were showing it to him too. From the months he knew you, Luke had been observant towards your behavior as you didn't talk very much. Knowing by heart the smile you just gave him was one of that the adoring kind, does that mean-

Oh no, the growing feelings for you were sprouting yet another rose in his heart. Ever since he first thought you were such an endearing girl, the first ever bud grew. Every day he sees you as you opened your shop the same time as him, the little red rose was growing steadily. Day by day the petals were opening, until one day of you forming a friendly bond with him to the point of you being comfortable with each other, that was when all types of flowers were blooming in his heart.

The fear of admitting his feelings out loud made him suppress them, everyday he had been stomping on the delicate flowers so as to not ruin your innocent friendship. If you had seen the massacre he had done in his heart, he bet you would've fainted. But deep down he secretly wished that you would attend to his growing feelings just the same as you had attended to your beautiful flowers.

Sighing to himself, lips jutted out in a not so obvious pout to show his disappointment, Luke set down the spray bottle on the front table and followed you to the back room.

The backroom was your workroom where you prepare for orders, and Luke could see the assortments of flower arrangements on the table. Scanning his eyes through the room, he could see there were about a dozen white flower bouquets in a circular shape, the stalks were wrapped with brown paper with purple ribbons tied to them. On your wide work table, he could see the piles of flowers you used to make the order and right now you were cutting the stalk of a white carnation.

“How many of these do you still need to do?” Picking up a white rose, Luke brought it to his nose and inhaled the fragrance of the flower before twirling it with his fingers

“Hmmm, about four more then I'll have to put them in the boxes for them to pick up tomorrow morning.”

As you worked, Luke leaned himself over the table opposite of you, arms extended to support himself as he watched you staking the variety of white coloured flowers together effortlessly, making them blend in together so beautifully it amazed him by how fast you worked. In the next three minutes you were already covering the green stalks with the brown paper.

“Can you help?” Suddenly stopping as you held the paper's edge in place, you looked up at Luke who raised an eyebrow in question. “Can you please cut the ribbon and tie this for me?” Inclining your head towards the roll of purple ribbon and the scissors beside it.

Quick on his feet, Luke did as you said of cutting the ribbon, from the other times he had helped you to prepare orders from time to time, he knew the exact length to cut, even making the inward arrow head you always made at both ends. Standing beside you now, he wove the ribbon around the bouquet, swiftly moving the ribbon under your hold for you to let go and let him take over. As you were retracting your hands, your fingers brushed over Luke’s hands. Another blooming flower.

“Thank you,” Picking up the made bouquet, you walked to the others and set it down, the back of your fingers brushing the soft petals, “For lunch and for helping me today.” Facing him, you suddenly weren't able to meet his eyes.

As you stood there, feeling the warmth of Luke's presence beside you, you couldn't shake the fluttering feeling in your chest. His kindness and helpfulness never failed to make your heart skip a beat, and today was no exception.

"Of course, [Y/N]," Luke replied with a gentle smile, his eyes soft as he looked at you. "I'm always happy to help, especially when it means spending time with you."

You felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks at his words, but you managed to muster a grateful smile in return. "Well, I appreciate it more than you know," you said softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear out of habit.

There was a moment of silence between you, filled only with the sound of your own racing heartbeat. You knew you had to say something, to express the feelings that had been growing inside you for months now. But the words caught in your throat, and you found yourself unable to speak.

Just as you were about to give up and retreat into your own thoughts, Festus, your ever-mischievous cat, suddenly darted into the room, his collar jingling with every step. He leaped onto the table, causing a few stray petals to flutter to the ground, and nuzzled his head against your hand affectionately.

You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, grateful for the distraction. But as you glanced up at Luke, you caught a glimpse of something in his eyes—a longing, a vulnerability that mirrored your own.

In that moment, something clicked inside you. You realized that maybe, just maybe, you weren't alone in this after all. Maybe Luke felt the same way you did, but was too afraid to admit it.

Summoning up all your courage, you took a deep breath and met Luke's gaze head-on. "Hey, Luke," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "I was wondering... um, would you maybe want to go out for dinner sometime? Just the two of us?"

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with anticipation. You held your breath, waiting for his response, unsure of what to expect.

Luke's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, you feared you had overstepped. But then, a slow smile spread across his face, lighting up his features in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

"I'd love to," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. "I've been wanting to ask you the same thing, actually."

Relief flooded through you, followed by a rush of excitement. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something wonderful.

But as you exchanged smiles and made plans for your dinner date, neither of you noticed the knowing glint in Festus's eyes. After all, he had his own secrets to keep—the biggest one being that he wasn't just an ordinary cat, but a Cynocephalus, a mythical creature with a knack for bringing people together.

With a satisfied purr, Festus slipped out of the shop and disappeared into the twilight, his mission accomplished. And as he vanished into the shadows, a faint shimmer of magic lingered in the air, a silent testament to the power of love and the mysterious ways of the gods.

As you and Luke walked hand in hand into the evening, the world seemed to sparkle with newfound enchantment, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected twist of fate that had brought you together. Little did you know, your journey was only just beginning, filled with magic, adventure, and the boundless possibilities of love.

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Another Much Needed Follow Up About Love and Aromanticism, Where It’s Time We Cleared Things Up. Oh, And Mumbo Is Here Too.

this fic can be read on its own as a one shot, but I would recommend reading this first, as the context provides a little more insight on why the characters are reacting the way they do to each other

Over the course of a couple weeks very little changed. Mumbo spent the majority of his time planted in one place, anchored somewhat in the shallows so he could lift his head and listen to what the humans were doing on the days they came around. As much as it pained Mumbo to be so still so much of the time, it was a necessary evil if he ever wanted to heal, and he very much did. It didn’t matter how little he moved his tail at this point, anything he did would only result in his condition worsening.

If it wasn’t for Scar, he would have left a while ago. The humans didn’t come every day anymore, but they came often enough, and they certainly noticed Mumbo’s lack of activity. Grian tended towards keeping his distance, which didn’t bother Mumbo at all, but Scar really went out of his way to be there; sitting close (a gesture Mumbo was beginning to mind less), bringing him human trinkets to look at and play with (always exciting), but most importantly Scar brought food, and a lot of it at that; Mumbo wouldn’t have been able to stay without it. He often wondered where Scar got the many bags of fish he brought; it wasn’t all very fresh, so it was probably supplied from a human stockpile, but regardless, Mumbo was grateful. He wasn’t often in the best of moods and didn’t speak very much despite the fact he was sure Scar would have been ecstatic to talk with him, but he hoped regardless that Scar knew how deeply grateful he was.

Today, Scar and Grian were sitting on the shore together, shoulder to shoulder as they bent over one of their human activities. The first time Mumbo saw them drawing together, he had asked to see (saying ‘What’ over and over again seemed to have gained several different meanings over the weeks), but Scar had showed him that the paper they wrote on got ruined in the water, ripping easily, so it wasn’t something Mumbo could learn about personally. That was okay though, he was content to watch.

“Okay,” Scar began tapping the writing utensil (‘pencil’) to his lips, “Do we have anything to revise about the list this week? I don’t think very much new has happened.”

“Read it again, will you?”

“It’s right here in front of your face, do I really have to?”

“We’ve been over this Scar, I’m conditionally illiterate. Like right now, you got me up early and I’m tired and the words are so far away and I don’t want to. Also your handwriting is atrocious.”

“I’m tired too! It’s not my fault my fish guy needed me to show up at 6 AM.”

“You have a car, Scar. And a license.”

“Oh hey! Look at this cool list!” Scar directed Grian’s attention back to the paper, Grian only rolling his eyes before letting Scar continue. “Well, I won’t go into detail on my notes about what he eats because that’ll just bore you, but to put it simply, basically everything that’s got meat on it. Fish, shellfish, red meat, chicken, mostly just fish is what I’ve been giving him though, since I’m assuming that's what makes up most of his diet. Want to make sure he gets all the proper nutrients, you understand, you understand.”

“Uh huh.”

“As for ‘Likes,’ we’ve got fish, human stuff, Scar, Grian-”

“Scar first?” Grian cut his friend off with a raised eyebrow. Scar blinked several times before answering.

“What?”

“Scar, Grian. You put your name before mine.”

“Well this list wasn’t meant to be in order, but if it was, my name would absolutely go before yours.”

“What! No it wouldn’t. He likes us equally. Mumbo and I have a mutual understanding that we do not want to be anywhere near each other most of the time. We respect each other. From a distance.”

Scar smirked, throwing Mumbo an amused look as if he understood anything that was going on. “You know if you wanted to you could also bring him gifts and stuff. Nothing is stopping you. You could even bring him his fish if you wanted to, he wouldn’t know the difference. I wouldn’t care. There’s really nothing to be afraid of, especially now when he’s so docile like this.”

“I’m not afraid of Mumbo.”

“No?”

“If anything, he’s afraid of me, Scar. I got him in that net, I’ve gotten close to killing him a couple times- he knows it, Scar, he knows. He knows what’ll happen if he steps out of line, that’s what. I told him. I told him all about it.”

“Did you now,” Scar chuckled, nudging Grian playfully, “Well in that case, I’m definitely sure he likes me more. And I’m sure you’re perfectly content with being feared, but if you ever change your mind, I’d be happy to help.”

Grian huffed, “I won’t. Continue though.”

Scar lingered for a moment, a gentle fondness etched on his features before turning back to the paper, reading, “Well, he plays around with those vines and roots and things sometimes, he clearly is very curious, he likes to learn, and I think he likes birds, but he might just be staring at them because he wants to eat them. I put bugs in our ‘Neutral’ category since every time I try to give him a bug he just eats it, but I can’t tell if he just eats bugs or if he’s scared of them or something.”

“I highly doubt Mumbo is afraid of bugs. I doubt he cares.”

“Well, you never know! In ‘Dislikes’ we’ve got nets, sleeping bags, being touched, fighting- actually this isn't super related, but I really want to set up a Good and Bad system with him. A thumbs up thumbs down kind of situation. I was thinking about it all last night- we aren’t very good at communicating what we like or don’t like, and this feels like a good solution, but I’m not exactly sure how to tell him clearly what I’m trying to do. How would he know thumbs up means ‘good.’ And vice versa? Maybe bad would be easier to start with, but at the same time he kinda seems like a bite first ask questions later kinda guy.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea. Definitely start with thumbs up. With any luck he’ll understand that thumbs down is the opposite and you can go from there. I think you could probably associate the gesture with things Mumbo likes. The tape measure, fish- he knows smiling is a positive thing even if he doesn’t smile himself, and he knows what ‘yes’ means as well. With enough of that, I think he’ll grasp the meaning pretty quick.”

“I think so too,” Scar paused for a moment, thoughtful, “You know, this doesn’t just have to be a me effort. You could come and speak to him as well. He would know you’re putting in the effort if you wanted him to like you more.”

“He likes me plenty!” Grian switched from relaxed to exasperated on a dime, throwing up his hands as Scar laughed. “He likes me, Scar.”

“I know he likes you. But I also know he doesn’t have the full picture. He doesn’t know how much time you spend brainstorming how to teach him things, or how to relieve his stress, or worrying when he’s not feeling well. I just want him to know you aren’t as distant as he probably thinks, especially if it bothers you. If you wanted to get a little closer and help me with the ‘good’ and ‘bad’ gestures, that’d be a start.”

Grian was silent for a long time, brows creased tight above his eyes. “Maybe,” he said finally, almost quietly, “But not today. I’m too tired.”

“Yeah, me too,” Scar sighed, content, letting his head fall to rest on top of Grian’s, who squeaked, jumping so hard he accidentally jabbed at Scar’s chin with his shoulder. It must not have hurt though, because Scar didn’t seem to mind at all, unmoving. Slowly, Grian untensed, his head falling gently on Scar’s shoulder. Mumbo had a somewhat ridiculous pang of longing despite still holding a strong aversion to any human touch at all. They just looked so relaxed- anyone would wonder what it was like to be human. Though, while Scar closed his eyes, Grian didn’t quite look satisfied, something like conflict sitting across his features. He sat like that for a while, eyes moving, but not quite looking at anything at all, apparent restlessness building. Then he stopped. Closed his eyes. Opened them.

“Scar, are you aromantic or are you just fucking with me? Because I outright refuse to believe anyone is actually this clueless.”

Scar opened his eyes. Silence. “Uh oh.”

“Uh oh???” It was safe to say the two of them did not look relaxed anymore, Grian jerking away, “Scar, what does ‘uh oh’ mean. You can not just say ‘uh oh’ and nothing else.” Mumbo’s fins raised at the tone of his voice, but Mumbo cringed back when Grian whipped around to face him with an aggressive point. “No. You stay. Scar, I need you to say more right now.”

“I-Sleeping, I mean, we weren’t sleeping yet- but resting like- not friends? Not normal? Bdubs- I am going to strangle that man!”

“So you’re aromantic?” The words leapt off Grian’s tongue like an accusation, but he relaxed almost immediately after, sighing into his hands, “You’re aromantic. Okay. Good. Okay.”

“I- I mean I don’t love labels. I don’t really know, I don’t know much of anything at all, really. I’m sorry, Grian, I didn’t- did no one tell you I have a horrible track record for these things? Did you want me to ask you out? I still can.”

“Goodness, Scar, no! You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, you’ve just been sending incredibly mixed signals and I needed to know what was going on with you before my head exploded and my brains went all over the place and poor Mumbo would have to witness that and we don’t want that, do we? We don’t want that. This is fine, though, we just need to work out some boundaries.”

“What if I did want to though? To ask you out?”

Grian stared. Scar stared back.

“You do not want to.”

“I’ll have you know, I like you plenty a lot! I like you all sorts of ways, and if you also like me, then that’s cool! I’ll tell ya, when I had my little politics phase, my campaign manager was this great guy, Bdubs, we’re still friends, too, have you met him? Anyway, he’s a pretty touchy guy as well and he convinced me all sorts of things were totally normal friend stuff. Oh, we had this great cushy chair in our office and it was only really meant for one person, but sometimes we’d both be so tired and just squeeze into it and it wasn’t any sort of comfortable at all, but in a way it kinda was. Like inside. You know?”

“Scar, do you actually want to ask me out or are you just saying that because you think that’s what I wanted.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Not what I asked.”

“Well, Grian, it really doesn’t matter to me either way!” Scar gave Grian a big smile, like these words were the ones that would definitively solve their dispute, but the expression started to drop when Grian looked mortified. “Is..” Scar started, unsure now, “Something wrong?”

Mumbo had never seen such a wide range of emotions cross Grian’s face before his head dropped onto his knees with a soft thunk. “No. It’s fine.”

Scar stared for a long while, a gentle churning of thought moving behind his eyes. He relaxed, scooching to give Grian a little space before smiling again, the expression soft. “Can I tell you a story?”

“Sure, Scar.” Grian’s voice was muffled between his knees, and given his face was covered, Mumbo had no idea how he was feeling.

“So there was this one time in high school where I was good friends with this girl, and she was awesome, just the best, and we hung out like constantly, and y’know how people get sometimes all pushy asking about dating and stuff, but you also know high schoolers who can’t communicate if their life was on the line. So all my friends are like dude, you guys are literally dating, aren’t you? And I say no! I insist we’re not every time, I insist! Yes, we went out together often and we talked for hours and her family had some money troubles so a lot of the time I offered to pay, you know, normal stuff, it was normal, I promise, but one day I get this call, right? From one of her friends! And this girl just starts ripping into me, like, seriously! She’s telling me all this stuff I had no idea about- telling me my friend is so confused, that she doesn’t feel pretty around me, that I’m always trying to avoid intimacy- that I refused to kiss her! And I was like what, whoa there! No one has ever tried to kiss me! Why are we talking about kissing people? She thought we were dating, Grian.”

“I got that.”

“And then she dumped me! My first breakup, and I didn’t even know! I was kinda bummed, too, I had always kinda wanted to kiss someone, but I thought they’d tell me first! Y’know, that they wanted to. I would have been so ready! The worst part is I think my guy friends were trying to tell me we were dating, not just teasing me. They also thought it was funny though, so. Who knows.”

“Yeesh.”

“I know, right! And this other time in college there was this other girl- we had mutual friends and stuff and we were at a party and just absolutely wasted and she grabbed me by the collar and she said ‘SCAR,’ she yelled in my face, she said ‘I’ve been FLIRTING with you for WEEKS and YOU’VE been flirting BACK. ARE YOU GAY?’ And I said, drunk, ‘A little bit!’ And then we danced all night. It was awesome. She was so cool. That kinda stuff happened a lot in college, actually. Guys are a bit more direct, which I appreciate. I’m a little stupid, I need the extra help sometimes.”

Grian tensed where he was sitting, quiet for a short pause before speaking, “You’re not stupid, Scar.”

“I mean. A little bit.”

“No. You’re not stupid.”

Scar was silent for a long while, staring despite Grian’s head still being buried in his knees. “I don’t know about that.”

Grian lifted his head, shaking it ‘no.’ He blinked a couple times before shaking his head again, a little more forcefully. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I shouldn’t have done that, I should’ve just talked to you like an adult and told you how I was feeling. Sometimes you’re just really confusing, and that’s not your fault, you just.. go about the world in a different way. And it’s not a bad way either, it’s not wrong. If people can’t communicate exactly how they’re feeling to you, that’s a them issue. You’re not stupid. I’m sorry I made you feel that way.”

“I didn’t mean to lead you on. I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know, Scar. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I really thought we had some sort of understanding- and I did mean it when I said we could give this a shot. I like dating, Grian, I always have a lot of fun! I can be- I know I can be- I have trouble sometimes, I just ruin good things-”

“Scar, stop, please. I don’t want anything you don’t want. Period.”

Scar didn’t seem to know what to do with that, staring uselessly at his own hands before looking back up. “I want it, Grian,” he stressed, his arms trembling, but Grian only stared, lips gently parted.

They both looked.. So sad. Mumbo longed to help, to sing, to do something, but he was stuck outside of their world.

Grian extended his arms. “C’mere, buddy.”

Scar collapsed into them, shaking as he did. Grian didn’t move, rubbing slow circles on Scar’s back while he cried. There was a certain focus behind Grian’s eyes, a certain calm as he held his friend close, and Mumbo.. well, it was clear Grian didn’t need Mumbo’s help. So that was the power of human touch.

He’d have to learn it one day.

#hermitcraft #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #grian #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft fic #hermitshipping #scarian #desert duo #mumbomaid au #hermitfic

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien's Fragrant Date translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Translation under the cut~

MC: Wow, there are pure green lilies!

MC: The marigold really looks good when photographed from this angle.

I shuttled through the flowers, holding the lens to record the flowers in all their forms.

Recently, a large botanical garden has been opened in Loveland City, which is said to have introduced many rare plants and fossil species.

Lucien's research institute had cooperated with this botanical garden, so he invited me to join him for an afternoon tour.

Unexpectedly, as soon as we went out, Lucien received a message from the institute, so I went ahead to the botanical garden to wait for him.

The hands on the huge wooden clock reached just past noon after I had taken almost all the floral photography. The sun was scorching hot, making my throat a little dry.

I walked towards the long line of tour buses in the park and decided to get a ride to the dining area to get a cold drink to quench my thirst.

While waiting in line, I received a message from Lucien.

Lucien: I'm already doing the finishing work, I'll be there soon, how about MC?

I hurriedly typed in the input box.

MC: The scenery is beautiful, but the weather is also very hot, so I plan to go to the dining area to rest~

Before Lucien could reply, the shuttle bus came first.

The crowd swarmed forward, and there were only two seats left on the bus when I and a girl behind me lined up.

I was about to get in the car when I saw a boy running over panting.

He walked past me and took the hand of the girl beside me.

Boy: Xiao Wen, it's my fault for not being on time for the date, please don't be angry...

Girl: You said you reserved time for me for our anniversary, but you still chose to work? I see you don't have me in mind at all.

Boy: I…

Between the two standoffs, the bus was delayed from moving, whispered complaints were heard, and the driver honked the car horn impatiently.

I thought about it and voluntarily stepped back.

MC: You guys sit down first, I'll just wait for the next one.

Without waiting for them to refuse, I " magnanimously " waved my hand at them and watched the little white bus disappear from view.

Five minutes later, I regretted it.

MC: Why is this bus going in the opposite direction?

I didn't expect the next tour bus to take me directly back to the entrance of the park, and in the aftermath, I saw a coffee shop surrounded by daffodils.

MC: Well, a coffee shop is also a beverage shop...

I was too lazy to run around again, so I just went into the store to get the menu, then sat down at the table and carefully selected the photos I was going to send to Lucien.

MC: This one is good, this one is also very good, um this one is not good, it's overexposed...

I was choosing with relish when a hand suddenly appeared in front of me, holding a cup of coffee.

Lucien was sitting across from me, the sunlight casting a light shadow on his face

He met my gaze, and there was a light in his eyes.

MC: Lucien, what are you doing here?

Lucien: With that being said, MC is not in the dining area either.

Lucien and I looked at each other for a moment, then tugged our lips together in unison.

Lucien: It seems that this should be a beautiful accident.

Lucien: I missed you, so I finished my work ahead of schedule to see you.

He said it frankly and unabashedly.

Lucien: Looks like I came at the right time.

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Lucien took the camera I handed over and looked through the results I had taken in the morning.

MC: How about a little evaluation?

Lucien: Mmm, it's so vivid that you can smell the aroma of these flowers across the screen.

Lucien: But I’m more concerned about you, you’ve taken so many photos, it seems that you’ve been to a lot of places. Are you tired?

MC: The tiredness is fine, it is mainly the heat.

MC: But now, with the iced coffee delivered to my door, I feel instantly charged up!

I smiled and shook the iced coffee in my hand, and the corners of Lucien's lips curled up in response.

MC: What about you? What brings you to this coffee shop?

Lucien: I thought you might be thirsty, so I was planning to buy two cups of coffee before calling you.

Lucien: However, as soon as I took out my phone, I saw you.

At that moment, Lucien's cell phone suddenly vibrated.

Lucien: Hello.

Lucien: …The report has been sent to the assistant. Thank you, no need to be so polite. Goodbye.

MC: Is there something on the project side?

Lucien: Well, the collaborative project with this botanical garden has recently yielded some results.

Lucien: We found a new batch of plants that are good for Alzheimer's disease patients, so the person in charge just called to congratulate.

Lucien took the guidebook from me and flipped through it.

Lucien: Where would you like to go first? Tulip fields, lithophyte fields, or… flower market?

MC: Where have you not been before? After all, with your work you should’ve been here before…

Lucien: Don't worry, plant samples are usually collected by interns, and this is my first time here.

Lucien: So, you can choose according to your preference.

I took Lucien's hand and winked at him.

MC: In that case, why don't we just walk around and see where the crowds will take us?

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The sun was shining, the shade was casting reflections on us, and the coffee in our hands brought a light refreshing sweetness. We walked along the crowd and came to the flower market.

Colorful bouquets filled the shelves, and people chose commemorative bouquets, getting ready to carry the fragrance home.

At that moment, a voice called out to us.

Boy: Professor Lucien, I can't believe you're here too!

MC: …Eh?

I was surprised to see that the person in front of me was the boy I met on the shuttle bus not long ago! He had some surprises too when he looked at me and Lucien.

A moment later the boy showed a look of realization.

Boy: I didn't expect the kind person at noon to be the rumored teacher's wife... Hello, I am an intern at Professor Lucien's institute, you can call me Kai!

(the boy called MC 師母(shīmǔ) which term of respect for teacher's wife)

Lucien raised an eyebrow, and I briefly explained what happened at noon.

MC: I was trying to take a tour bus to the dining area when I met him and his girlfriend.

Akai scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

Kai: We were arguing at that time, and my girlfriend took the initiative to give me the seat...

MC: Haha, it turns out that the next tour bus is going in the opposite direction, I accidentally rode back to the park gate, which is how I met you~

After listening to our description, Lucien showed a thoughtful expression, and Kai added hastily.

Kai: Sorry, Professor Lucien. I was in a bit of a hurry today, so as soon as I finished working late, I didn't have time to greet you and left.

Lucien: It doesn't matter, the project is at its final stage, and the intern's work is already relatively small.

MC: So, are you and your girlfriend reconciled now? Today seems to be a very important day for both of you.

Kai: Unfortunately, I was a bit tongue-tied and felt she was still a bit unhappy, so I thought I'd come over and buy a bouquet of flowers.

Kai: Although I have been to the Botanical Garden many times before, I don't know anything about flowers. Professor Lucien, Teacher’s wife, can you help me choose a bouquet of flowers?

MC: If it's an apology, yellow roses and forget-me-nots representing apologies are quite good, but...

Thinking that I was not familiar with this Kai, and that it might be offensive to make abrupt suggestions, I stopped the conversation in time.

Lucien met my eyes, smiled knowingly, and looked at Kai.

Lucien: …In this case, what’s needed is not just an apology and a bouquet, but also communication.

The boy stared blankly at Lucien, then realized something, thanked us repeatedly and trotted off.

I smiled and nudged Lucien's arm with a knowing wink.

MC: Hey, we spoke heart-to-heart! I couldn't tell that Professor Lucien is quite concerned about the interns.

Lucien: I just think that our dating time is precious and shouldn't be taken up too long by unrelated people.

He said it so seriously that I couldn't help but laugh. I took his hand and led him to the stall.

MC: Then we have to hurry up and continue dating. After staying here for a long time, I feel like my sense of smell is about to lose.

Lucien: Are there any flowers you want? We can buy a few more bouquets and put them in different vases.

I shook my head, and Lucien's gaze showed more than a hint of surprise and disbelief.

MC: After all, you usually send me flowers all the time. Compared with those flowers, there seems to be nothing special about the flowers here.

Lucien: Are they so special...?

(yes silly, the flowers you send are more special than any other flowers)

Lucien pondered for a moment, then smiled.

Lucien: There is no shortage of special flowers and trees in the botanical garden, and the collaborative partner has recommended two places to me before. Why don't we go and have a look?

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MC: Is this the first special place?

I looked up at the "Fossil Museum" plaque as we passed the popular scenic area.

The ancient fossils in the museum are placed in transparent display cases, and spotlights hit the mottled surface littered with traces, creating a projection of the past.

MC: Fossilized eggs, fossilized polymers, fossilized wood... So wood is also a kind of fossil?

Lucien: Well, when we collaborated before, the person in charge once mentioned its other name as Petrified wood.

MC: So they are trees from a long, long time ago?

Lucien: Over a long period of time, minerals gradually replaced the fibrous structure in the trees, forming what is now known as wood fossils.

MC: It must have taken a long time to turn wood into stone.

I leaned over to look at the nameplates next to each fossil, each with a long string of numbers on the year.

MC: This is a fossil wood from 80 million years ago—there is also another one from 200 million years ago!

Through the transparent cabinet walls, Lucien and I met these small tree trunks in a dislocated time and space.

One end of the showcase is the present, and the other end is the ancient period before human beings were born. Thinking of this, my heart could not help but feel solemn.

Lucien read my mind, and then slowed down to follow my pace.

A few moments later, we were coincidentally drawn to a particular display case and stopped in our tracks.

It is a Cretaceous wood fossil, its shape is well preserved, and there is a butterfly-shaped imprint on the trunk.

Under the warm yellow light, it seemed that a butterfly was resting quietly on the branch.

MC: So beautiful…

I couldn’t help but lean down and get a closer look at this particular fossilized wood.

Lucien: You look so absorbed, what’s on your mind?

MC: I’m imagining what this butterfly looked like tens of millions of years ago.

MC: In the Cretaceous period, there were many dinosaurs on the earth. This little butterfly might have stopped on top of the Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Hearing my words, Lucien smiled and continued to follow my imagination about the past.

Lucien: At that time, the large and massive land was covered by shallow seas, so this little butterfly should be a traveler with strong flying ability.

I nodded thoughtfully. As if I saw the flow of time going backward, the wings of the butterfly on the fossil flickered and fluttered.

MC: The little butterfly flew over thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally chose this one tree among the thousands of trees.

MC: If the butterfly hadn’t chosen this tree at the beginning, we wouldn’t have seen it. It’s quite romantic to think about it.

Lucien: There are many things that would keep us from seeing the butterfly, If the tree it chooses doesn’t survive the long months, we won’t be able to meet it either.

MC: Then for us, this encounter is even more wonderful, and it reminds me of the butterfly effect.

MC: If this ancient butterfly had made a different choice at the beginning, it might’ve made the whole world different.

MC: And then we won’t meet it in the botanical garden like we are now.

Lucien: Each butterfly can indeed influence the world in terms of geography, species, or even entire ecosystems.

Lucien: So, before meeting us, this butterfly and the trees it inhabits have precisely bypassed hundreds of millions of other possibilities.

MC: In that case, our choice is also important. After all, we are the ones who chose this pavilion~

I nudged the little butterfly's wings across the air and raised the corners of my mouth.

MC: It seems that our encounter is a kind of fate.

Lucien saw me standing still for a long time and came over to squeeze my hand.

Lucien: You seem to like this fossil?

I nodded and took out my camera.

MC: I would be sad to part with it, however our time is limited. Wait a minute, I'll take a few photos and we'll leave for the next stop~

While shooting, I saw Lucien call someone and a crew member came over a while later.

Lucien and the man were standing a short distance away talking about something, and I vaguely heard a sentence or two.

Lucien: What was said this morning, is it still valid? I've changed my mind.

Staff Member: Sure, you go ahead.

By the time the photos were taken, Lucien's conversation was over. He came over and naturally took my hand.

MC: Is there something going on at work?

Lucien: Yes, but it's been solved.

MC: I've also already said goodbye to the little butterfly, didn't you say there's another special place? Let's take a look~

Lucien chuckled softly as the breeze lifted his hair from his forehead.

Lucien: Okay, so let's go now.

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Deep in the forest, the Metasequoia trees stand quietly and towering, like recluse hermits.

Lucien and I crossed the winding wooden bridge road, and the road ahead was laid out like a picture scroll.

MC: I just read the sign saying it's called “Lost Wonderland”. It fits quite well.

MC: Just like the name, this place is beautiful and magical, but why there are not many tourists coming?

Lucien: The area is relatively isolated, tourists tend to go to popular scenic spots where it is easier to take photographs.

MC: It's a pity, but as residents here, the metasequoia trees might be happy with the peace.

MC: By the way, I see that other parks have some complex projects, is there any additional performances here?

Lucien: There is indeed a fountain in the center of the Metasequoia Forest, but you need to be lucky if you want to see it.

Lucien: Originally, the performance frequency of the metasequoia fountain was once a day, but then the park invested its resources in popular scenic spots, and the place was changed to operate irregularly.

Lucien tilted his head and smiled, winking at me.

Lucien: But with MC, I believe our luck will be good.

We walked along the path until Lucien and I unwittingly came to the metasequoia fountain and did not hear the sound of running water.

Lucien: It seems that the Metasequoia Fountain did not wake up today.

Lucien smiled, but I could see a hint of loss in his eyes.

(aww, it’s sweet how MC too can notice his little changes:”)

MC: It doesn't matter. Now we can see that the fountain must be very beautiful when it is open.

MC: Moreover, being able to watch the sunset together in a metasequoia forest is attractive in itself.

I pulled Lucien over to sit by the fountain, closed our eyes and enjoyed a moment of peace and quiet.

After a while, a white light flashed in front of my eyes. I opened my eyes in bewilderment and found that the lights of the fountain suddenly lit up.

Amidst the changing lights, countless jets of clear water gushed out from the fountain, flowing over the metasequoia wood trough and being shaped into various splashes.

MC: The fountain is suddenly open!

Lucien's eyes flickered with the same look of confusion, when a familiar voice came from afar.

Boy: Happy Anniversary, how do you like this surprise?

Following the sound, there was Kai and his girlfriend standing in front of the fountain!

MC: They seem to have reconciled!

MC: No wonder the fountain suddenly opened, did the advice we gave him come in handy?

Lucien squeezed my palm with a smile.

Lucien: It seems that unknowingly, we also seem to be the initiators of the butterfly effect.

My heart fluttered, and some vague idea flashed through my mind.

Lucien: [confused] What are you thinking?

MC: I was thinking that if we hadn't helped them back then, maybe we wouldn't have seen the fountain open now.

MC: After all, with the butterfly effect, it always seems that life itself is dominated by coincidence.

Lucien: I do think that the present situation is an inevitable outcome.

MC: Why?

Lucien looked at me with a smile.

Lucien: [chuckles] After all, there are too many shadows of you in my life after you stopped by.

Lucien: So when subconsciously chasing your footsteps, I often encounter you who are coming towards me as well.

The quiet and beautiful fountain is pouring down, I smiled and stand on tiptoe to hug Lucien, only to be gently picked up by him.

My vision spun with my body, and among the ever-changing scenery, Lucien was the only one who was always in the center of my sight.

In the midst of all the splendor, I saw Lucien wink slyly at me.

Lucien: MC, now close your eyes and give me your hand.

I was a little confused, but did as he said.

Then came an unfamiliar weight in my hand, which felt like firm and cold stone.

Lucien: Do you want to guess what it is?

I caressed the object tentatively, and the strange and unique pattern let an incredible image took shape in my mind.

MC: ...Is it the butterfly fossil from this afternoon?!

I opened my eyes and the familiar butterfly wood fossil was lying quietly in my hand.

Lucien smiled softly and put me down, his eyes were filled with streams of colorful light.

MC: You… How did you get it! This is supposed to be an exhibit, right?

Lucien: In the morning, the botanical garden team wanted to give me a souvenir, which I originally refused.

Lucien: But just now, seeing the way a certain little girl lingered, I suddenly found something I wanted.

I gently rubbed the butterfly pattern on the fossil and quietly said hello in my heart to the little butterfly from the distant past.

Lucien's warm hands cradled my face and I looked up to meet his eyes.

In this moment, it was as if I saw that the tacit understanding and butterfly effect hidden between Lucien and me are actually some kind of fate.

Lucien: No matter how many possibilities and how many butterfly effects there are, I think we will have each other in our choices.

The shadow of the tree swayed, and a butterfly flew over and stopped on the fossil wood, which overlapped with the ancient butterfly imprint.

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I always love the concept of love as a choice! I’m glad the writer is able to present it so beautifully MC and Lucien style. Fate might be the one that leads to their inevitable encounter, but it’s their own decision to love each other. Fate and destiny won’t matter much if they don’t choose each other. When they decided to work on communication, trust, intimacy and emotional security, they’re choosing love. Neither of them is perfect, but they accept and love each other as they are and I think that’s what I love about them :”.

#a very sweet date :" #i just love them so much ok #mlqc lucien #mlqc spoiler #mlqc translation #mlqc cn #mr love queen's choice #mr love lucien

[skylarmoon71]

Eobard Thawne (Flash) Extra

Ten Years Later

“Where’s my wife!”

A very livid speedster rushed into Star Labs with a baby go bag on his shoulder and a cell phone in his right hand. Cisco laughed awkwardly just as Barry zoomed in.

“Whooo!!” Did you see what (Y/N) did she literally flip off that building, it was awesome!!”

Barry seemed excited until he saw a very pissed Eobard.

“Uhh, h-hey Eobard.”

“YOU HAVE MY PREGNANT WIFE JUMPING OFF BUILDINGS!!” he growled.

“I’m gonna finish what I started years ago.” He threatened. Barry hid behind Cisco just as you came running in.

“That was great!! Eight months pregnant and I still got it.” You put one hand under your belly, and the moment you saw him you smiled guilty.

“H-Hey sweetheart.”

“Don’t you hey sweetheart me! You’re supposed to be resting. I got a notification on my watch that your heart rate was elevated. I thought Eli was coming early but you're out playing superhero. Do you know how worried I was!” He continued to go on a rant. You weren’t sure if it was the sweetly concerned side or his whining voice but you were kind of getting turned on.

“I’m sorry honey, let me make it up to you.” You walked over with a little sway of your hips. Eobard swallowed, turning his head as he held his ground. His cheeks colored.

“No! I’m not falling for that again!”

You grin.

“You weren’t complaining last night.”

“You took advantage of me. “ He protested.

“How about we go home and I take advantage of you some more. “ His face got redder. Barry and Cisco took that as their cue to leave.

“We’ll be at jitters if you need us.” Cisco opened a breach and they both jumped through. Now that the room was cleared, you sent a smirk in Eobard’s direction.

“Wanna do it on the desk?”

“I swear pregnancy made you inhumanely horny.” You pout.

“It’s not my fault.”

You waddled to the chair and Eobard rushed to your side. He moved to place a hand on your back to support you, but you grabbed his wrist, spinning him around and planting him in the chair. He looked up at you in shock.

“Let’s make twins next.” You wink.

By this time his face was every shade of red.

“I don’t consent to mph-!!!”

You both had a very bright future ahead.

#eobard thawne #cute #humor #future #family #flash #powers #funny #eobard x reader #baby #crimefighters #teamflash #barryallen #protective

[sergeantsporks]

Gilded Family

Rating: Teen and Up, Gen

Ch 5 /?: No One Else

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4

In which none of the previous golden guards or wittebro died, actually, they're all fine and living happily together as one big dysfunctional family

Ao3

“—and then when he makes it to shore, he finds out Clerval has been murdered, and he’s suspect number one! He ends up getting sick for some reason? He’s just weird like that, he’s kind of a wimp, actually, not my favorite protagonist, but—”

Hunter sprang to his feet, scattering discarded weeds everywhere, as he spotted a glimmer of movement in the mysterious section of house, disrupting Jason’s ‘summary.’ “There!”

Jason jumped. “There what?!”

Hunter gestured with his trowel. “There’s someone in there!”

“Oh. Yeah, it’s probably Mom. Or Dad. They go in there to cry sometimes.”

“What’s in that room?”

Mole scooped up a pile of weeds and stomped away, towards the compost, throwing each plant in one by one, a little more aggressively than Hunter thought was necessary.

Jason gave Mole an uneasy glance. “Oh. Nothing. It’s… an empty bedroom.”

Hunter frowned. “Why’s it empty?”

“Because no one lives there,” Jason replied matter-of-factly.

Hunter reached out, tousling his hair and getting dirt from the garden in it. “Alright, smart-alec.”

Jason ducked away with a yelp. “Hey, kind of an obvious answer! That’s on you! Anyway, as I was saying—”

He was interrupted by yells for help from the forest. Hunter and Jason glanced at each other, then ran for the gate, opening it just in time to see Meleager, Horus, and Hamlet stumble out of the trees, carrying Venari between them. Hunter ran to meet them, scooping the Grimwalker out of their arms. They were bleeding from their side, and their eyes were already closed.

“I’ll get Mom,” Jason said, dashing off towards the house.

Hunter hefted Venari in his arms, moving as quickly as he could towards the house. “What happened?!”

“It was a demon,” Hamlet half-sobbed, “It came out of nowhere, and—and—”

Mrs. Wittebane was waiting for him at the door, rushing them into another room and directing Hunter to a bed where he gently lay the injured Grimwalker down. “Will they be okay?”

“It’s not the worst injury I’ve seen.” She held out her hands, drawing a circle to make them glow with healing light.

The original burst through the door, and Meleager turned to face him, face pale. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I should have—I should have been watching better, they’re my responsibility when we’re out, I’m sorry—”

Wittebane reached out towards him, then stalled when Meleager flinched. “It’s not your fault,” he said in a low, steady voice, underscored with what Hunter was pretty sure was barely-contained panic, “Meleager, it isn’t your fault, okay? You couldn’t predict or prevent this, it… things just happen sometimes, but this isn’t your fault.” He knelt next to his wife. “What’s the rundown?”

She shook her head, glancing back at the grimwalkers. The others were all crowding around the door, peering in at Venari. “It was venomous,” she said in a low voice, “They need an antidote. I can delay the venom with my magic, but without an actual cure…”

Wittebane stood up. “Okay,” he said in a firm, businesslike voice, “Meleager, Sam, you’re with me. Grab a couple of concealment stones, we’re going to town. Meleager, can you describe the demon you saw?”

He nodded. “I can do that. I can—yes. I can do that.”

“Okay. We’re going to visit every potion brewer, beast keeper, and healer until we find an antidote. If you two can piece together what that thing was, we’ll have a starting point, but even if not, I’m sure a beastkeeper will know. In the meantime, no one goes out past the fence.”

“Couldn’t we make an antivenom from the venom of the thing?” one of the grimwalkers (Chryses, if Hunter remembered correctly) piped up, “If we could find it, then… never mind,” he broke off hastily as Wittebane turned towards him.

“No, it’s a good idea. But I don’t want anyone else getting bitten, not for a maybe. Everyone stays inside the fence.” He nodded to Cherry. “You’re in charge while your mother and I are busy. No one goes into the woods.”

The one-eyed Grimwalker nodded seriously. “Yes, sir.”

Wittebane nodded to Meleager and Sam. “Let’s go.”

Mrs. Wittebane jumped up to follow them as they swept out, and Hunter followed, pressing himself against the wall outside a door as she pulled her husband into the room.

“Be careful. Be safe. Please. Make sure they all come home.”

Hunter peered around to get a glimpse of Wittebane gently pressing his forehead to hers, holding her face in his hands as she squeezed his wrists. “We’ll make it back. All of us. I won’t fail another kid. I won’t.”

He took Petro’s condition hard, Hunter realized, The only one he couldn’t completely save.

If he loses another one, it’ll kill him.

I have to do something.

He peeled himself off the wall, sliding back into place with the other grimwalkers outside of Venari’s room. The two Wittebanes walked out of the room, but went opposite directions down the hallway. The door slammed, and just like that, they were gone.

Mrs. Wittebane wiped at her eyes, then shooed the grimwalkers away. “Okay, okay, all of you go back to what you were doing before, they’ll be fine.”

Hamlet and Horus planted themselves firmly in the room next to Venari’s bed. “We’re staying,” Horus announced.

“Of course. But the rest of you.”

They filed off, gathering silently in the kitchen instead. Cherry gave all of them a stern look, then went outside. Through the window, Hunter saw him plant himself where he could watch the major points of exit from the house.

“You think they’ll be able to find an antidote in time?” Jason asked in a small voice.

There was a chorus of “yes”s and “of course”s from the other assorted Grimwalkers. Steven waved his hands at Jason frantically. “Mom’ll keep the venom from killing them, Dad’ll get the antidote, it’ll be fine, don’t worry about it.”

The other Grimwalkers chimed their agreement, then looked at each other, and wandered off in separate directions, leaving only Mole, Jason, and Hunter behind. Jason rested his elbows on the counter, putting his chin in his hand. “Bunch of liars,” he said gloomily, “Sometimes they act like I wasn’t a golden guard, too. I’m not stupid, I know the situation’s bad, I just...”

Sometimes I kind of forget that you were, too, Hunter thought, fidgeting with his hands, You don’t exactly look the part. “Yeah,” he agreed softly, glancing towards the door, “Situation’s bad.”

Jason perked up, his eyes flicking back and forth between Hunter and the door. “You’re going after it,” he breathed, “You’re—”

Hunter put a hand over his mouth, glancing around to see if anyone heard.

“Mrgh!” Jason protested, tugging at his arm.

“Shhhhhh,” Hunter hissed, “Look, I can’t just sit around and—” something slimy touched his hand, and he yanked it back from Jason’s mouth. “Did you just lick me?!”

Mole snickered.

Jason made a face, then spit in the sink, rinsing it away. “Your hand tastes like dirt,” he complained.

Hunter washed his hand in the sink, scrubbing. “That is disgusting!”

“Anyway. How are you planning on getting past Cherry? He might be half blind, but he’s really sensitive, he’ll know.”

“You’re not going to try to stop me?”

Jason twisted the bottom of his shirt in his hands. “It’s bad,” he said softly, “There’s no guarantee Dad and the others will be able to find a cure, or that they’ll get it back here in time. If you think you can get its venom for an antidote…” He shook his head. “Don’t get bitten?” he pleaded.

“I won’t.”

“Can I…”

“No. You need to stay here.”

Jason sighed. “Okay. Figured it was a long shot.”

Hunter glanced out the window at the silent sentinel that was Cherry. “Any ideas?”

“Mmm… I could distract him, so you could sneak out?”

“That’ll never work, he’ll suspect you in a heartbeat. Darius got scouts to help him sneak out at night by being a distraction all the time, and I always caught him.”

“Yeah, alright, that’s fair.”

Mole tapped the table to get their attention and jerked his head towards the dining room window.

Jason’s eyes lit up. “If I made it look like I was really attempting an escape, he wouldn’t realize it was a distraction! I’ll go out the window, and you wait for him to follow! Don’t worry, I’ll be quiet enough he thinks it’s real, but not so sneaky I actually get out! Mole can go out a different window, just in case! That way, if he does figure it out, he’ll think it’s just a distraction for Mole! You just have to be sneakier than the two of us.”

Hunter bit his lip, thinking. “You two won’t get in trouble, will you?”

“From Cherry? Pflbt. Nah, he’ll just make us come back inside. It’ll be fine. Venari needs this, come on, it doesn’t matter.”

Mole nodded in agreement, and the two of them split up, Jason clambering out the dining room window and Mole going down the hallway to try a different one. Hunter took a knife and a discarded broom handle, watching as Cherry suddenly sprinted off in the direction of the dining room, yelling something that sounded like “JASON, I CAN SEE YOU”. Hunter shook his head with a small smile, opening the door and slipping out, carefully sticking to the shadows of the house and keeping an eye out for Cherry. He reached for the gate handle, and with the sound of a deep inhale, Cherry appeared on top of the fence.

“I can’t let you leave.”

Hunter’s head whipped around as he looked backwards to where Jason had gone. “How—?”

“Jason and Mole aren’t conceited enough to think they can beat some monster that took out Venari, and they’re not stupid enough to try. I knew they wouldn’t actually be trying to get away.”

“Then who…?”

“Dagger’s on it. He’s wearing one of my eyepatches.”

“I’m not Jason, and I’m not Mole. I can handle this.”

Cherry shook his head. “I can’t let you. Dad said to keep everyone out of the woods until he came back. So I am.”

Hunter threw his hands up. “You’re not even a little worried?!”

“Of course I’m worried about Venari,” Cherry replied, his voice aggrieved, but still even. “But I can’t just let you run off and get yourself poisoned, too. I can’t risk more of us dying.”

“So you admit it, then?” Hunter asked in a low voice, “You know Venari is dying, but you won’t do anything about it?”

“We just have to trust Dad. He’ll come back with the antidote. I just have to believe in him, and make sure no one else gets hurt. He trusted me to do that, it’s my job, and I’m not going to let him down.”

Hunter ran a hand through his hair. “You’re not at all thinking maybe you just replaced Uncle with someone else? Following his every order, worried about messing up? Believing that he’s some higher being that we can trust to fix all the problems, we just have to trust him?!”

Cherry shook his head again, still deadly calm. “Dad is not Uncle Belos. Even if I did fail to keep one of you from running off to kill this thing, he wouldn’t punish me. They are not the same.”

“Prove it. Let me go.”

Cherry glanced at the woods behind him. “I can’t do that. This is to keep the rest of you safe.”

“I can take care of myself. I won’t take any unnecessary risks. Is it really worth Venari dying to keep me from maybe getting hurt?!” Hunter took a deep breath. “You guys saved me. You took me in. Let me do this for you, let me save them.”

I can’t just sit by and do nothing while someone dies.

Cherry looked up towards the house, then gave Hunter a long look, and hopped off of the fence, leaving the gate free. “Be quick. Be safe. Like you said, no unnecessary risks.”

Hunter opened the gate, slipping out. “Thank you. I’ll say that I slipped past you so that you won’t get in trouble.”

Cherry just shook his head as the gate swung shut.

Hunter quickly found the trail of blood leading into the woods. It’s not much, but it’s a starting point.

The trail wasn’t a direct line just splotches of blood here and there, but they were relatively consistent in their spacing, and he was able to find each one easily.

“Look, see, there it is!”

Hunter pricked up at the voice, ducking behind a tree.

“Oh, yeah, you’re right. Good eye!”

“Thanks.”

Grimwalker voices. Hunter came out from his hiding place. “What are you two doing out?”

The two (Cyrus and Matt, if he remembered correctly) jumped, whirling to point weapons at him.

“Oh,” Cyrus said finally, without lowering his knife, “It’s you. Hi. Here to get some of the venom from the big bad whatever it is?”

Hunter crossed his arms. “How did you two get past Cherry?”

“His room is slapped right up against the fence,” Matt said casually, “We figured that if he was outside watching the main exits, he wasn’t in his room, so we snuck out that way.”

“You weren’t worried he might have set up a trap in there?”

“He did,” Cyrus responded, equally casually, “We disarmed it.”

Hunter shook his head. “This is dangerous. You need to go back.”

“Bit hypocritical of you,” Matt shot back, “What are you doing out here?”

“I’m going to get some of that thing’s venom so they can make a cure for Venari, and I’m going to kill it.”

“That’s what we’re doing, too. Why don’t you just team up with us?”

Did they think this was some kind of game? “This thing took out Venari, and Meleager couldn’t do anything to stop it. It’s too dangerous for you.”

They both stared at him, as if they couldn’t quite understand what he was talking about. Then Matt slapped a hand to his forehead. “Oh! Oh, you thought…” he turned to face Cyrus, who still looked confused. “He thought Meleager, Hamlet, Horus, and Venari were the strongest in the family.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Hunter felt like the rug had been yanked out from under him. They were the hunters, they were the ones that went out into the world—of course he’d thought they were the strongest. Sure, he’d bested them easily, but he’d just assumed they were out of practice fighting another witch.

“Are they… not?” he ventured tentatively.

Cyrus laughed. “Nah, they’re just the angriest.”

“In terms of strength and combat prowess, plenty of us are stronger,” Matt explained kindly, “We don’t use that often, because we don’t have need to. They’re competent, to be sure, and they can handle themselves just fine, but they’re far from the strongest.”

“Oh,” Hunter said faintly, “So you really think you can take on this demon?”

“Oh, yeah, absolutely.” Matt blinked at him. “Did you bring a jar to collect the venom in?”

Hunter shook his head. “I just figured I’d bring its decapitated head. Or rip out a venom gland.”

“Gross.”

“Violent,” Cyrus agreed. He handed Hunter a jar with cloth covering the opening. “There, now all of us have one. Just get it to bite on the cloth!”

Hunter blinked at the jar. “Did you see the size of Venari’s bite?! If it bites on this jar, it’ll shatter it!”

“Well, we’ll restrain it first,” Matt commented, “Don’t worry, we have traps.”

“And I grabbed some sleeping nettles,” Cyrus volunteered, “We’re going to go to where it attacked Venari, set up camp, and wait. We’ll surround the area with traps, wait for it to come for us, knock it out, get the venom safely, then kill it, just to be sure. If the sleeping nettles or the traps aren’t strong enough for it, we’ll have to fight it, but it should be—”

“Um, Cyrus?” Matt interrupted faintly, looking over Hunter’s shoulder, “Do we have a plan for if it ambushes us?”

Cyrus froze. “Hunter, don’t. Move.” He slowly pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, then lunged forwards with a war cry. Matt grabbed the front of Hunter’s shirt at the same time, yanking him forward. Hunter heard teeth snap in the air behind him, and then a hiss of anger. He whirled around to see a lizardlike demon with sharp teeth and eyes all along its back get tangled up in vines from Cyrus’ glyph. Cyrus brought his leg in a furious kick that cracked into its jaw, making it shriek.

Matt jumped forward, slapping down a glyph of his own. Hunter eyed their surroundings, and the beast, and clambered up into a tree, swinging down almost immediately and landing on the creature’s back. He started smacking and poking its eyes with his makeshift staff, making it shriek with pain. Its tail whipped around, and too late, Hunter realized there was a scaly hand on the end, one that grabbed his arm and threw him to the side. Hunter made himself go limp and rolled with the impact when he hit the ground, then sprang back up. Matt threw a crumpled piece of paper at him, and Hunter snatched it out of the air, spreading it out and smacking it. Vines pinned the tail down, and Cyrus opened a pouch, throwing a handful of sleeping nettles into the demon’s face. It dropped almost immediately to sleep.

“Hah,” Matt panted, “Well, that was closer than I wanted it to be.”

Hunter nudged it with his foot. “How do we know this is the same demon? Or that it’s venomous?”

Cyrus gestured to a yellowish liquid dribbling out of its mouth. “Pretty sure that’s the venom. You hurting its eyes probably pushed the glands down and forced it out. Or something. I don’t know how biology works. Does the jaw look like the same shape as the bite?”

Hunter examined it, tracing the shape. “Yeah.”

Cyrus pressed the monster’s jaws to the cloth of the jar, and venom streamed in. He repeated with various section of the jaw, until the jar was full. “That should be enough.”

There was a glint in the creature’s eyes, and Hunter grabbed Cyrus, yanking him backwards. “Watch out!”

It lunged out of the vines, and Hunter brought his broom handle swinging with an almighty crack down between its two face eyes.

The broom handle splintered and broke.

“Uh-oh,” he said in a small voice as it turned its attention on him. He dodged a swipe of claws, pulling out the knife he’d taken to replace the broom handle. Matt created a spear out of ice, hurling it as hard as he could. It shattered against the creature’s skin. The demon lunged out, and Matt dodged its bite, only for the thing’s claws on the end of its tail to slash across his chest.

Matt dropped with a scream, and Cyrus leapt forward with a scream, driving a knife right through its tail, pinning it to the ground.

“KILL IT!” he hollered, “KILL IT NOW!”

Hunter jumped forward with his own knife, dodging a snap of the jaws, then stabbing it in the eye with the splintered broom handle. He dodged a half blind shriek and clawing with its leg, then lunged, bringing his knife home in its throat. It dropped with a gurgle, thrashing and twisting weakly until finally, it just stopped.

Cyrus knelt down next to Matt. “Are you okay?!”

“Just a scratch,” Matt wheezed. Blood had already spread across the front of his shirt, and Hunter hissed in. Those scratches looked deep. And who knew what this thing had in its claws?

Cyrus handed the jar of venom to Hunter. “Take it to Mom. I’ll get him home.”

“Are you sure? What if—”

“Go, before it’s too late for Venari!”

Hunter gave him a brief nod, and sprinted back in the direction of the house, vaulting over logs and rocks. He burst in the gate, shooting past Cherry and all the way back to Venari’s room, holding out the jar to Mrs. Wittebane, panting.

“Oh! Hunter is—is that what I think it is?!”

“Venom,” he panted, “Antidote. Hurry. Matt injured.”

“Matt?! Oh—never mind, tell me later.” She took the jar from him, shooting to the kitchen.

Hamlet and Horus blinked at him from Venari’s bedside. “You… you killed it?” Hamlet asked slowly.

“With help.”

They both nodded, then went quiet again. Hunter let out a deep sigh, then stretched, wincing. Ow. Getting tossed around by that thing had hurt more than he’d thought it would. He checked for injuries, spotting a couple of scrapes on his elbows and legs. Cyrus limped in, hauling Matt with him. The injured Grimwalker had vines securing scraps of fabric to his injury. Hunter wordlessly helped carry him to his room. The first Grimwalker Hunter had ever spoken to (Auric, if he remembered the name correctly) came in with bandages, a washcloth, and a bowl of water. He shooed the two of them out and closed the door. Cyrus sat down outside with a whump. Hunter slowly lowered himself down to sit next to him.

“No one knows you were gone. You don’t have to…”

“Nah, I’ll own up. Can’t let you and Matt take all the blame, huh?”

“Is he going to be okay?”

“Sure.” Cyrus’ voice wobbled ever-so-slightly. “Auric’s great, best doctor we’ve got, besides Mom, of course.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway, how are you coping with losing your kid?”

It was an obvious change of topic, but it still threw Hunter off guard, making his heart clench at the thought of his student. “I—I mean, he’s not dead, I—”

“He’s not?”

Hunter played with a new hole in his shirt from the fight. “No. Thank titan. I thought for sure Belos would kill him after I attacked him.”

Cyrus ‘hm’ed in agreement. “I’m surprised he even let you have an outside friend in the first place. A witch friend? Man. Guess he’s gotten more lenient.”

More lenient?

“He used to be stricter about it?” Hunter’s eyes widened as he started connecting the dots. “Oh. You had…”

Cyrus rested his chin on his knees. “Mmm. Wasn’t the same as you and your kid.”

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. It was… I just wanted to check, because I know it can be… tough… at first. Pain fades eventually, though. I guess.”

Hunter thought of the bittersweet feeling he got whenever he remembered Darius. Maybe he wasn’t dead, but he’d never see him again. Never talk to him again. It was almost like he WAS dead, except with that melancholy some day that echoed in his mind.

“I guess,” he echoed softly, then, after a moment of hesitation, “Tell me about them?”

A brief smile. “He was… smart. And sweet. And he felt… safe. If I got hurt on mission, or by Belos, I’d go to him. To crash for a bit. To be healed.” Another soft smile, this one staying. Hunter watched with a smile of his own playing at his lips, watching Cyrus’ tension fade, remembering. “He’d always give the wound a little kiss, always said it made it heal faster.”

“He sounds wonderful.”

“He was.” Cyrus brushed at his eyes. “Guess I was kind of an idiot for thinking I could hide him from Belos, huh? If I’d really loved him, I would have made him go away, I would have…” He swiped at his eyes. “Ah, what does it matter. Can’t change the past, right? In the end, I wasn’t enough to protect him. I got left injured on a mountain to die. Belos said that if I could make it back in time to stop him… But I collapsed, and when I woke up here, I was seventy years too late.”

A shock ran down Hunter’s spine, and he jolted upright. “What?! You mean they prevented you from…”

Cyrus twirled his forelock between his fingers. “Ah, I would have died on that mountain anyway. I wasn’t making it back, Belos knew that. He just wanted me to wallow in my failure for a bit first. You know, the usual.”

“The usual,” Hunter repeated.

Mrs. Wittebane ran back towards Venari’s room, carrying a new bowl. Hunter scrambled to his feet to follow. Cyrus didn’t get up, his eyes fixed on the door, fingers still twisting his hair.

“Hey.” Hunter offered him a hand. “Venari’s going to be okay, thanks to you. We’re not going to lose anyone else.”

Cyrus grasped his hand, hauling himself up to his feet. “No one else.”

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Daughter of Poseidon: The Lightning Thief

“even the gods have to bow to fate”

Chapter Summary: A tour turns into a trial by toilet water. They never see the actual orientation film.

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My Brother Becomes Supreme Lord of the Bathroom

I still had not gotten over the shock. I had accepted it sure but it still felt like the whole world had shifted under my feet.

We had a nice tour, though I noticed Percy was careful not to walk behind Chiron. I stifled a laugh remembering that he'd done pooper-scooper patrol in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade a few times. And was probably wary of Chirons's backside.

We passed the volleyball pit. Several of the campers nudged each other. One pointed to the minotaur horns Percy was carrying. Another said, “That’s them."

I tried to clamp down on my pride. My brother and I had fought off a monster as frightening as the minotaur and we are still alive. That's pretty freaking cool. But, the following thought of my mother immediately put a damper on my mood.

Most of the campers were older than me and my brother. Their satyr friends were bigger than Grover, all of them trotting around in orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirts, with nothing else to cover their bare shaggy hindquarters. 

I looked back at the farmhouse. It was a lot bigger than I’d realized—four stories tall, sky blue with white trim, like an upscale seaside resort. I was checking out the brass eagle weather vane on top when Percy nudged my shoulder whispering, "Do you see that?"

I frowned at him and looked to where he was pointing and saw a shadow in the uppermost window of the attic gable. Something had moved the curtain, just for a second, and I got the distinct feeling we were being watched.

“What’s up there?” Percy asked Chiron. He looked where Percy was pointing, and his smile faded. “Just the attic.”

“Somebody lives there?" Percy probed.   “No,” he said with finality. “Not a single living thing.” I got the feeling he was being truthful. But I was also sure something had moved that curtain.

“Come along, Percy, Cassie,” Chiron said, his lighthearted tone now a little forced. “Lots to see.”

We walked through the strawberry fields, where campers were picking bushels of berries while a satyr played a tune on a reed pipe.

Chiron told us the camp grew a nice crop for export to New York restaurants and Mount Olympus. “It pays our expenses,” he explained. “And the strawberries take almost no effort.”

He said Mr. D had this effect on fruit-bearing plants: they just went crazy when he was around. It worked best with wine grapes, but Mr. D was restricted from growing those, so they grew strawberries instead.

I watched the satyr playing his pipe. His music was causing lines of bugs to leave the strawberry patch in every direction, like refugees fleeing a fire.

“Grover won’t get in too much trouble, will he?” Percy asked Chiron. “I mean...he was a good protector. Really.”

Chiron sighed. He shed his tweed jacket and draped it over his horse’s back like a saddle. “Grover has big dreams, Percy. Perhaps bigger than are reasonable. To reach his goal, he must first demonstrate great courage by succeeding as a keeper, finding a new camper, and bringing him safely to Half-Blood Hill.” “But he did that!" I argued. “I might agree with you,” Chiron said. “But it is not my place to judge. Dionysus and the Council of Cloven Elders must decide. I’m afraid they might not see this assignment as a success. After all, Grover lost you in New York. Then there’s the unfortunate...ah... the fate of your mother. And the fact that Grover was unconscious when you dragged him over the property line. The council might question whether this shows any courage on Grover’s part.”

I felt so bad. None of what happened was Grover’s fault.  “He’ll get a second chance, won’t he?”Percy asked hopefully.

Chiron winced. “I’m afraid that was Grover’s second chance, Percy. The council was not anxious to give him another, either, after what happened the first time, five years ago. Olympus knows, I advised him to wait longer before trying again. He’s still so small for his age....” “How old is he?” "Oh, twenty-eight.” “Whoa, wait, time out," I exclaimed, "He's twenty-eight and still in the sixth grade?” “Satyrs mature half as fast as humans, Cassie. Grover has been the equivalent of a middle school student for the past six years.” “Holy... that's- that’s horrible,” I said as a shiver went up my spine.

“Quite,” Chiron agreed. “At any rate, Grover is a late bloomer, even by satyr standards, and not yet very accomplished at woodland magic. Alas, he was anxious to pursue his dream. Perhaps now he will find some other career...” “That’s not fair,” Percy said. “What happened the first time? Was it really so bad?”

Chiron looked away quickly. “Let’s move along, shall we?” Percy's brows furrowed and I found myself doing the same.

For someone who said they would explain everything, Chiron was avoiding answering many of our questions.

“Chiron,” Percy said. “If the gods and Olympus and all that are real..."

“Yes, child?”

“Does that mean the Underworld is real, too?” Chiron’s expression darkened. “Yes, child.” He paused as if choosing his words carefully.

“There is a place where spirits go after death. But for now...until we know more...I would urge you to put that out of your mind.” “What do you mean, ‘until we know more?" My brother pushed.

“Come, you two. Let’s see the woods.”

As we got closer, I realized how huge the forest was. It took up at least a quarter of the valley, with trees so tall and thick. Chiron said, “The woods are stocked if you care to try your luck, but go armed.” “Stocked with what?” I asked. “Armed with what?” “You’ll see. Capture the flag is Friday night. Have you kept the bracelet? 

At first, I didn’t understand until Chiron gestured to my right wrist, and I remember the bracelet that has been stuck on my arm for the past month.

“This a very powerful weapon, use it only in times of severe distress," he instructed seriously, "but it should do just fine for capture the flag this week."

"Umm ok?" I said not mentioning that I had no idea how to use this "weapon." I had not been able to get it off let alone get it to turn back into the spear I used to kill Ms. Dodds.

“Percy,” Chiron motioned “I don’t suppose you have your own sword and shield yet. I think a size six will do. I’ll visit the armory later.”

I wanted to ask what kind of summer camp had an armory, but there was too much else to think about, so the tour continued. We saw the archery range, the canoeing lake, the stables (which Chiron didn’t seem to like very much), the javelin range, the sing-along amphitheater, and the arena where Chiron said they held sword and spear fights. “Sword and spear fights?” I asked enthused. That sounded pretty cool. Maybe someone could teach me how to use the serpent spear thingy.

“Cabin challenges and all that,” he explained. “Non-lethal. Usually. Oh, yes, and there’s the mess hall.”        

The use of the word usually piqued my interest even more. My brother turned to me, knowing what I was thinking, and just rolled his eyes.

Chiron pointed to an outdoor pavilion framed in white Grecian columns on a hill overlooking the sea. There were a dozen stone picnic tables. No roof. No walls. “What do you do when it rains?” I asked. Chiron looked at me as if I’d gone a little weird. “We still have to eat, don’t we?” 

Finally, he showed us the cabins. There were twelve of them, nestled in the woods by the lake. They were arranged in a U, with two at the base and five in a row on either side. And they were, without doubt, the most bizarre collection of buildings I’d ever seen.

Except for the fact that each had a large brass number above the door (odds on the left side, evens on the right), they looked absolutely nothing alike. Number nine had smokestacks, like a tiny factory. Number four had tomato vines on the walls and a roof made out of real grass. Seven seemed to be made of solid gold, which gleamed so much in the sunlight it was almost impossible to look at. They all faced a commons area about the size of a soccer field, dotted with Greek statues, fountains, flower beds, and a couple of basketball hoops.

In the center of the field was a huge stone-lined firepit. Even though it was a warm afternoon, the hearth smoldered. A girl about nine years old was tending the flames, poking the coals with a stick. The pair of cabins at the head of the field, numbers one and two, looked like his-and-hers mausoleums, big white marble boxes with heavy columns in front. Cabin one was the biggest and bulkiest of the twelve. Its polished bronze doors shimmered like a hologram, so that from different angles lightning bolts seemed to streak across them. Cabin two was more graceful somehow, with slimmer columns garlanded with pomegranates and flowers. The walls were carved with images of peacocks.

“Zeus and Hera?” Percy guessed. “Correct,” Chiron said. “Their cabins look empty.” “Several of the cabins are. That’s true. No one ever stays in one or two.”

Okay. So each cabin had a different god, like a mascot. Twelve cabins for the twelve Olympians. But why would some be empty? Percy stopped in front of the first cabin on the left, cabin three. I halted next to him. It wasn’t high and mighty like cabin one, but long and low and solid. The outer walls were of rough gray stone studded with pieces of seashell and coral as if the slabs had been hewn straight from the bottom of the ocean floor.

I felt almost a pull as Percy and I walked toward the cabin and peeked inside the open doorway and Chiron said, “Oh, I wouldn’t do that!”

Before he could pull us back, I caught the salty scent of the interior, like the wind on the shore at Montauk. The interior walls glowed like abalone. There were six empty bunk beds with silk sheets turned down. But there was no sign anyone had ever slept there. The place felt so sad and lonely, I was glad when Percy grabbed my hand as Chiron pulled us away and said, “Come along you two.”

Most of the other cabins were crowded with campers. Number five was bright red—a real nasty paint job as if the color had been splashed on with buckets and fists. The roof was lined with barbed wire. A stuffed wild boar’s head hung over the doorway, and its eyes seemed to follow me. Inside I could see a bunch of mean-looking kids, both girls and boys, arm wrestling and arguing with each other while rock music blared. 

The loudest was a girl maybe thirteen or fourteen. She wore a size XXXL CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirt under a camouflage jacket. She zeroed in on Percy and me giving us an evil sneer. She reminded me of Nancy Bobofit, though the camper girl was much bigger and tougher looking, and her hair was long and stringy, and brown instead of red. 

That boy from earlier Markus, who I guess was done cleaning the weapons shed, was leaning on the porch yelling at some of the other boys who were wrestling inside the cabin. 

Suddenly he wiped his head around and looked dead at me sneering. I don’t know if he was trying to scare me or something but I was kind of tired of his attention.

I stuck my tongue out as I flipped him off.

His face morphed from surprised to mildly impressed. He then proceeded to wink at me.

I frowned as my face started to heat up and quickly turned my attention back to Chiron and Percy's conversation. What was that guy's deal?

“We haven’t seen any other centaurs,” Percy observed. “No,” said Chiron sadly. “My kinsmen are a wild and barbaric folk, I’m afraid. You might encounter them in the wilderness, or at major sporting events. But you won’t see any here.” “You said your name was Chiron. Are you really...” He smiled down at us. “The Chiron from the stories? Trainer of Hercules and all that? Yes, Percy, I am.” “But, shouldn’t you be dead?”

"Ummm... Percy, he's right here?" 

Percy huffed a breath looking at me annoyed.

I shrugged, "Just saying."

Chiron paused as if the question intrigued him. “I honestly don’t know about should be. The truth is, I can’t be dead. You see, eons ago the gods granted my wish. I could continue the work I loved. I could be a teacher of heroes as long as humanity needed me. I gained much from that wish... and I gave up much. But I’m still here, so I can only assume I’m still needed.”

“Doesn’t it ever get boring?” I asked.

“No, no,” he said. “Horribly depressing, at times, but never boring.”

I frowned “Why depressing?” Chiron again seemed to turn hard of hearing. “Oh, look,” he said. “Annabeth is waiting for us.” The girl we’d met at the Big House was reading a book in front of the last cabin on the left, number eleven.

When we reached her, she looked over Percy and me critically. I didn't want her to look at us as a threat so I smiled at her in return. She seemed to be off-put even more but her face relaxed slightly.

I tried to see what she was reading, but I couldn’t make out the title. I thought my dyslexia was acting up. Then I realized the title wasn’t even English. The letters looked Greek to me. I mean, literally Greek. There were pictures of temples and statues and different kinds of columns, like those in an architecture book. “Annabeth,” Chiron said, “I have a masters’ archery class at noon. Would you take Percy and Cassie from here?” “Yes, sir.” “Cabin eleven,” Chiron said, gesturing toward the doorway of a nearby cabin with an unordinary amount of mailboxes next to it. “Make yourself at home.”

Out of all the cabins, eleven looked the most like a regular old summer camp cabin, with the emphasis on old. The threshold was worn down, the brown paint peeling. Over the doorway was one of those doctor’s symbols, a winged pole with two snakes wrapped around it.

What did they call it...? A caduceus. Inside, it was packed with people, both boys and girls, way more than the number of bunk beds. Sleeping bags were spread all over the floor. It looked like a gym where the Red Cross had set up an evacuation center.

Chiron didn’t go in. The door was too low for him. But when the campers saw him they all stood and bowed respectfully.

“Well, then,” Chiron said. “Good luck, you two. I’ll see you at dinner.” He galloped away toward the archery range.

I stood in the doorway, looking at the kids. They weren’t bowing anymore. They were staring at us, sizing us up. I knew this routine. I’d gone through it in enough schools.

“Well?” Annabeth prompted. “Go on.” So naturally, I tripped coming in the door and made a total fool of myself. Percy caught me before I could totally faceplant onto the floors. There were some snickers from the campers, but none of them said anything.

Annabeth announced, “Percy and Cassie Jackson, meet cabin eleven.”

“Regular or undetermined?” somebody asked. I didn’t know what to say, but Annabeth said, “Undetermined.”

Everybody groaned.

I just sorta looked around confused.

A guy who was a little older than the rest came forward. “Now, now, campers. That’s what we’re here for. Welcome, Percy, Cassie. You can have those two spots on the floor, right over there.”

The guy was about nineteen, and not gonna lie he was hot. Like really really hot.  He was tall and muscular, with short-cropped sandy hair and a friendly smile. He wore an orange tank top, cutoffs, sandals, and a leather necklace with five different-colored clay beads. The only thing unsettling about his appearance was a thick white scar that ran from just below his right eyebrow, barely missing his eye, right down to his jaw, like an old knife slash.

“This is Luke,” Annabeth said, and her voice sounded different somehow. I glanced over her, with eyebrows raised, and could’ve sworn she was blushing. She saw me looking, and her expression hardened again. “He’s your counselor for now.”

“For now?” Percy asked. “You’re undetermined,” Luke explained patiently. “They don’t know what cabin to put you in, so you’re here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers.”

I looked around at the campers’ faces, some sullen and suspicious, some grinning stupidly, some eyeing me as if they were waiting for a chance to pick my pockets.  “How long will we be here?” I asked. “Good question,” Luke said. “Until you’re determined.” “Well, how long will that take?” The campers all laughed.

“Come on,” Annabeth told us. “I’ll show you the volleyball court.” “We’ve already seen it. " my brother replied. “Come on," she gritted out again with a little more force.  She grabbed my brother's wrist and dragged him outside. 

I turned to look back at all the kids still laughing at us. 

"Welp... I'm just gonna go now." I said nodding to Luke as I turned right back to the dorm and ran right after my brother.

I could hear the kids of cabin eleven continue laughing behind me.

When we were a few feet away, Annabeth said, “Jackson, you have to do better than that.” “What?” My brother said annoyed. 

She rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath, “I can’t believe I thought you were the one.” “What’s your problem?” Percy said louder.

I could tell Percy was getting angry now. It may or may not be obvious but my brother has a bit of a temper. So, did I, of course, an explosive one at that. We've both always struggled with controlling our emotions.

“All I know is, I kill some bull guy—”

“Don’t talk like that!” Annabeth told him.

“You know how many kids at this camp wish they’d had your chance?”

“To get killed?”

“To fight the Minotaur! What do you think we train for?”

Percy shook his head. “Look, if the thing me and Cassie fought really was the Minotaur, the same one in the stories...” “Yes.” “Then there’s only one.” “Yes.” “And he died, like, a gajillion years ago, right? Theseus killed him in the labyrinth. So...” “Monsters don’t die, Percy. They can be killed. But they don’t die.” "Oh great!" I exclaimed, exasperated, "So he's like what, still out there?" “They don’t have souls, like you and me. You can dispel them for a while, maybe even for a whole lifetime if you’re lucky. But they are primal forces. Chiron calls them archetypes. Eventually, they re-form.”

I thought about Mrs. Dodds. “You mean if I killed one, accidentally, with a spear—” “The Fur...I mean, your math teacher. That’s right. She’s still out there. You just made her very, very mad.” “How did you know about Mrs. Dodds?”

“Percy talks in his sleep.”

I snorted a laugh, I should have known. I've heard Percy reveal the most ridiculous nonsense in his sleep. From what he's had for dinner to his pet fish named Nemo that I accidentally flushed down the toilet that one time.

“You almost called her something. A Fury? They’re Hades’ torturers, right?” Percy asked miffed.

Annabeth glanced nervously at the ground as if she expected it to open up and swallow her. “You shouldn’t call them by name, even here. We call them the Kindly Ones if we have to speak of them at all.”

"Ummm, Mrs. Dodds was not very kind when I met her," I said.

Annabeth gave me an exasperated look and I only smiled sweetly in return.

“Look, is there anything we can say without it thundering?” Percy whined.

“Why do we have to stay in cabin eleven, anyway? Why is everybody so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks right over there.” Percy pointed to the first few cabins, and Annabeth stiffened. “You don’t just choose a cabin, Percy. It depends on who your parents are. Or...your parent.”

She stared at my brother, waiting for him to get it. “My mom is Sally Jackson,” Percy said. “She works at the candy store in Grand Central Station. At least, she used to.”

I stared down at my feet. Every thought, every mention of my mom only made me feel the absence of her even more.“I’m sorry about your mom, Percy. But that’s not what I mean. I’m talking about your other parent. Your dad.” “He’s dead. We never knew him.” Annabeth sighed. Clearly, she’d had this conversation before with other kids. “Your father’s not dead, Percy.” “How can you say that? You know him?”

I looked at him strangely, "Percy of course she doesn't!" “Then how can you say—” “Because I know you. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t one of us," she exclaims.

“You don’t know anything about me. Or my sister!"

I roll my eyes. Oh my god, please do not bring me into this. Nevertheless, he is clearly freakin so I grab his hand to try and calm him down.

“No?” She raised an eyebrow. “I bet you moved around from school to school. I bet you were kicked out of a lot of them.”

“How—”

“Diagnosed with dyslexia. Probably ADHD, too.” I blinked at her slowly.

"Uhhhhhhhhh... ok that's kinda personal information."

“What does that have to do with anything?” Percy asked testily.

“Taken together, it’s almost a sure sign. The letters float off the page when you read, right? That’s because your mind is hardwired for ancient Greek. And the ADHD—you’re impulsive, can’t sit still in the classroom. That’s your battlefield reflexes. In a real fight, they’d keep you alive. As for the attention problems, that’s because you see too much, Percy, not too little. So do you Cassie. Your senses are better than a regular mortal’s. Of course, the teachers want you medicated. Most of them are monsters. They don’t want you seeing them for what they are.”

“You sound like...you went through the same thing?” Percy asked cautiously. “Most of the kids here did. If you weren’t like us, you couldn’t have survived the Minotaur, much less the ambrosia and nectar.” “Ambrosia and nectar.” “The food and drink we were giving you to make you better. That stuff would’ve killed a normal kid. It would’ve turned your blood to fire and your bones to sand and you’d be dead. Face it. You’re a half-blood.”

A half-blood.

Oh my god, my dad was a God!

I'm related to a god.

I was reeling with so many more questions than before that I didn’t know where to start. Then a husky voice yelled, “Well! A couple of newbies!”

I looked over. The big girl from the ugly red cabin was sauntering toward us. Along with that guy Markus, and three other girls behind her, all big and mean-looking like her, all wearing camo jackets. Excluding Markus in his orange shirt, black cargo pants, and big black combat boots. I also noticed what looked like military dog tags hanging from his neck near the bandolier full of knives across his chest.

“Clarisse,” Annabeth sighed. “Why don’t you go polish your spear or something?” “Sure, Miss Princess,” the big girl said. “So I can run you through with it Friday night.” “Erre es korakas!” Annabeth said, which I somehow understood was Greek for ‘Go to the crows!’ though I had a feeling it was a worse curse than it sounded.

“You don’t stand a chance.” “We’ll pulverize you,” Clarisse said, but her eye twitched. Perhaps she wasn’t sure she could follow through on the threat. She turned toward us. “Who’re the little runts?” “Percy and Cassie Jackson,” Annabeth said, “meet Clarisse, Daughter of Ares.”

Annabeth gestured towards Markus, "You already know Mark."

Markus gives a smug smile and a wink in my direction.

I blinked. “So like your dad is... the war god dude?”

Markus snorted, "Yeah our dad is the war god dude. Can't you see the resemblance?"

Now that he mentioned it there was a sort of hard ruggedness to his features. He was tall and lanky, but a quick look in his eyes showed an intense ruthlessness in them that was a little unnerving for a kid around my age to have.

Clarisse sneered. “You got a problem with that?” “No,” Percy said, quickly interjecting for me. “My sister just means it explains the bad smell.” Clarisse growled. “We got an initiation ceremony for newbies, Prissy.” "Percy.” “Whatever. Come on, I’ll show you.” “Clarisse—” Annabeth tried to say. “Stay out of it, wise girl.” Annabeth looked pained, but she kept her mouth shut.

Personally, I wanted Annabeth's help but my brother probably thought since he was the new kid he had to earn his own rep and protect me by extension. Or some totally dumb crap like that.

My suspicions are confirmed when Percy handed Annabeth the box of minotaur horns and proceeded to get in a fighting stance, but before I knew it, Clarisse had my brother by the neck and was dragging him toward a cinder-block building that I knew immediately was the bathroom.

He was kicking and punching. And I was surprised to see that Clarisse did not seem to be affected at a. I've seen my brother in plenty of fights and they never ended pretty for anyone. Nevertheless, Clarisse continued to drag my brother into the girls’ bathroom.

The three other girls started to converge on me but Markus quickly stepped in and grabbed my arm roughly.

"Go help Clarisse with that dipshit over there," he looked down at me and snorted, "I can handle this one."

Ummm, hello?

One of the girls points a finger at Mark and comments, "That's very sexist Mark, but your right she doesn't look like she'd put up much of a fight." My jaw drops.

All three of them then proceed to follow Clarisse still dragging my struggling brother to the bathroom. Followed by a panicked Annabeth clutching the shoebox.

"Close your mouth you look like a fish."

I whipped my head swiftly to look back at his face as he began to drag me in the direction of the bathroom as well.

"Well... you look stupid!" I respond indignantly as I proceed to try and wrench my arm out of his grip. His eyebrow quirks up in question, as if to say "That's all you got?"

My cheeks burned in embarrassment at the idiocy of my comeback. I really could not have thought of anything better? He looked at me completely bored. "You're gonna have to try harder than that."

"Let go of me!" I scream all my patience gone.

That's right folks, I've had it up to here! I'm done! This dude manhandling me is the final straw!

Markus simply frowned, "Hey I'm trying to help you! So just shut up, keep your head down, and keep walking."

I didn't have time to respond as we finally reached the inside of the girls' bathroom.

There was a line of toilets on one side and a line of shower stalls down the other. It smelled just like any other public bathroom. Clarisse’s friends were all laughing as she dragged Percy over to a stall.

“Like he’s ‘Big Three’ material,” Clarisse said as she pushed my brother toward one of the toilets. “Yeah, right. Minotaur probably fell over laughing, he was so stupid-looking.” Her friends snickered.

Annabeth stood in the corner, watching through her fingers as Clarisse bent my brother over on his knees and started pushing his head toward the toilet bowl.

My stomach dropped at the sight. I bet it reeked like rusted pipes and, well, like what goes into toilets. I started yelling for them to stop and fighting harder against Markus's grasp. Instead of letting me go he just grabbed my other arm to keep me still. 

"Shut up and stop it!" Markus jeered at me. I kicked him in the shin making him hiss in pain but still held firmly onto my arms.

Then something happened. I felt a tug in the pit of my stomach. I heard the plumbing rumble, and the pipes shudder. Clarisse and her siblings started looking around nervously. Suddenly water shot out of the toilet, making an arc straight over Percy's head, and the next thing I knew, Clarisse was sprawled on the bathroom tiles and screaming in front of me.

She moved to stand up again but water blasted out of the toilet again, hitting Clarisse straight in the face so hard it pushed her down onto her butt. The water stayed on her like the spray from a fire hose, pushing her backward into a shower stall.

She struggled, gasping, and her friends started coming toward her. But then the other toilets exploded, too, and six more streams of toilet water blasted them back.  The shower stalls to my left exploded in a huge torrent of water that caused Markus's grip on my arms to fall away as he was blasted into the bathroom wall by the cascade of shower water. Together all the fixtures sprayed the camouflage girls right out of the bathroom, spinning them around like pieces of garbage being washed away.

As soon as they were out the door, I felt the tug in my stomach lessen, and the water shut off as quickly as it had started.

The entire bathroom was flooded. Annabeth hadn’t even been spared. She was dripping wet, but she hadn’t been pushed out the door. She was standing in the same place, staring at us in shock. I looked down and realized I was standing in a circle of dry floor around me. I didn’t have not one drop of water on my clothes. None.

I looked over to Percy and similarly, there didn't seem to be a drop of water on or around him. Percy stood up on shaky legs.

Annabeth said, “How did you...” “I don’t know, " my brother responded.

I looked over to Markus, who looked like a wet cat with his now darker hair plastered to his face, soaking wet clothes, and his mouth wide open gaping at me.

Percy, Annabeth, and I started walking out of the bathroom, and at the threshold of the door I turned to Markus, still gawking at me, and mocked, "Who looks like a fish now." And walked out the door.

Outside, Clarisse and her friends were sprawled in the mud, and a bunch of other campers had gathered around to see what was going on. Clarisse’s hair was flattened across her face. Her camouflage jacket was sopping and she smelled like sewage. She gave Percy and me a look of absolute hatred. “You are dead, newbies. You are totally dead.”

Percy smirked and said, “You want to gargle with toilet water again, Clarisse? Close your mouth.” Her friends had to hold her back. They dragged her toward cabin five, while the other campers made way to avoid her flailing feet.

Annabeth stared at us. I couldn’t tell whether she was just grossed out or angry because she was wet.

“What?” Percy demanded. “What are you thinking?” “I’m thinking,” she said, “that I want you on my team for capture the flag.”

chapter 7 >>>

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[cherryskyies]

Edge

Zuko x reader // fem!reader

Warnings: slight angst

Word count: 2k

Main Masterlist

Yes, this is a series.

pt.1 // pt.2 // pt.3 // pt.4 // pt.5 // pt.6

a/n: this can be read as a stand alone. I am also very sorry for forgetting about this. I plan to finish it within the next 3 months, honestly.

It was bright, too bright. The sun seemed to blind you no matter where you moved, making you bury your face in Sokka’s back as a last resort attempt, which worked. 

Sokka peeked over his shoulder, pouting at the scene. “I am NOT a pillow, (y/n).” he did not move.

“Well if you were, you’d be a pretty comfortable one,” you teased, looking up to see if the sun had moved. “Thank spirits the sun moved, I couldn’t stand it.”

Aang agreed, eyes locked on Katara. “Yeah..”

“These clouds look so soft, like you could just jump down and you'd land in a big, soft, cottony heap,” Katara said, reaching a hand out in a pitiful attempt to touch one.

Sokka smiled, glancing over to Katara.“Maybe you should give it a try.”

Ignoring Sokka, she continued. “I wish I could fly like you, Aang.”

He paused, shrugging as her words sunk in. “I don’t really fly, just glide.”

You had been too afraid to use your staff since leaving Zuko, afraid that the wind would betray you like you did him. “Flying- or gliding as Aang said, is impossible for the most part if we don’t have our staff.”

The longer you spent in the air surrounded by clouds, the more Aang itched to go through one. It was when the clouds started thinning out that he flung himself off Appa, giving everyone a heart attack.

“Turns out, clouds are made of water!” he announced, drenched head to toe. “They also don’t taste that good..”

While Katara fretted over Aang, you were staring at the land and ocean below, until a certain area caught your eye.

The land was burnt to a crisp, reminding you of a scar. “Hey, guys?” you started, turning toward the group, “I think we have an issue.” 

Hurrying to the side, they peered down, gasping once they saw it. “It’s like a scar,” Sokka muttered, mouth agape. “Who would do something like this!?”

Aang, who held a solemn look on his face, quietly directed Appa to land. “Fire nation, wh-”

Sokka, too caught up in his own anger, cut Aang off. “Fire Nation! Those evil people make me sick! They have no respect for-”

You clamped your hand around his mouth, shaking your head as you shushed him. “Be more quiet, you don’t know if they are still around.”

He fell to his knees in defeat, Aang following after. “Who could do something like this? I co- should have stopped this.”

Katara kneeled down, forcing Aang to look at her. “This isn’t your fault, you couldn’t have known. The Fire Nation are sick people, Aang.” 

He stared at her, sad eyes boring into her soul. “It’s the Avatar’s job to protect nature, but I have no clue how to do my job.”

Coming behind him, Sokka pulled him up. “That,” he started, pointing a finger to the sky, “Is why we are getting you to the North Pole!”

You, on the other hand, felt like you were to blame. It was your people that did this, whether you were a fire bender or air bender, these were your people. It hit you hard as tears began to fall. “Was this real-”

“When I saw the flying bison, I thought it was impossible! But those markings..are you the Avatar, child?” A man said, quickly approaching Aang, who stood in shock next to Katara. Upon seeing the boy nod, the man continued, frantic. “Come, quick! My village needs your help!”

He led you down a path, the village visible within the distance. You weren’t sure if you could follow, as your feet were planted firmly in the ground below you. It felt wrong to be welcomed into a village your people destroyed. 

You felt a tug, Sokka was pulling you with a smile on his face. “What are you waiting for, princess? Let’s go before we lose em’.”

You followed, blindly allowing him to move you around like a rag doll. “Sokka, wait.” you commanded, voice louder than intended. “I can’t, what if..” 

He knew it was eating you up inside to see the mess caused by the Fire nation. “It’s not your fault, (y/n). The Fire nation did this, specifically their army, not you.” it made you feel a little better, but you were still afraid. “Listen, princess. You are not the fire nation,” he started, waving his finger in your face. “You are (y/n) and you’re a part of us, so come on.”

Your feet began to move, following close behind him while you walked. The silence that had covered the two of you was comforting, his words from moments ago repeating in your mind. ‘You are not Fire Nation, you are a part of us.’

By time you caught up with the rest, it was nightfall. 

“Yeah, we are all going to get eaten by a spirit monster,” Sokka concluded, setting his dish down. “I am too young to die.”

Katara rolled her eyes, facing Aang as she comforted him. “You’re going to do great, I know you won’t let us get eaten by a spirit monster,” she said, glaring at Sokka during the last part.

He put his hands up in defense, ready to argue back, but a low rumble cuts him off. 

“Hei Bai!” Aang yells, running out to…introduce himself??

“My name's Aang! I'm the Avatar and I would like to help. Hey, wait up!” before he can get anywhere, Hei Bai wrecks a building, throwing the debris at him. “Please, would you stop destroying things and listen? I'm trying to do my job as a spirit bridge! Excuse me, would you please turn around? I command you to turn around now!”

Sokka, who had been antsy the whole time, ran out of the building toward Aang. “Hei Bai! Over here!” he yells, throwing his boomerang at the spirit, receiving no reaction. 

Aang begs Sokka to return to the house, afraid he’ll get hurt or worse, killed. “Please, just go back!”

“No, we fight Hei Ba-”

Hei Bai wraps his paw around Sokka, lifting him up and leaving. 

Aang desperately chases after them, shouting at Hei Bai to let him go, but to no avail, they disappear into the night.

Back at the house, you’re on your knees sobbing as Katara stands shocked, unable to process what happened. 

“he’s..he’s.. Hei Bai took Sokka,” Katara mumbled, eyes wide in realization. “My brother- I can- where did Hei Bai take him!?”

The villagers huddled together look mournful, staring at her with their teary eyes. “He’s in the spirit realm, far, far away.”

The sun rises, but it is not the same. 

Your eyes are puffy, red from the constant crying. Sleep did not come tonight, you fear it may never come again. How could you sleep, knowing he was out of reach? If you hadn’t looked down to see the burnt island, perhaps you’d be closer to the North Pole, with Sokka in tow. 

Katara wasn’t any better, knowing she couldn’t have stopped it, no matter how bad she wanted to. All the jealousy she held melted away, the thought of him never experiencing anything again, while she was free to do whatever she wanted, engulfing her. 

How long had it been since she hugged him, told him she was sorry and that she loved him?

Aang had yet to return, adding on to the grief. 

Katara tends to Appa, giving him plenty of treats to distract him and herself. 

The villagers had gone back to their own thing, this was life for them, had been for a long time. The village is terrorized, loved ones are lost, the sun rises.

You were a decent bit away from the village, needing alone time. Flowers surrounded you, red, yellow, and white. Sokka would have teased you for picking them, all while he was doing the same, complaining that they made him sneeze.

It was a warm day for winter, you didn’t need any extra layers as you meditated, bouquet in your lap. 

“(y/n)!” Katara called out in the distance, her faint voice snapping you out of your session. “(y/n)!”

You jumped up, flowers falling to the ground as you raced toward the village, a hope deep within that Sokka would be there, along with Aang, and you could leave.

“Katara!?” you called back, unsure of where she was once you reached the village. “Katara, whe- oh, I heard you yelling for me?”

Katara was speed talking, none of the words registering in your mind as you peered over her shoulder. There was Aang, but no Sokka. 

“-he knows how to get him!”

Confused, you asked her to repeat what she had said, your hope dwindling more and more with each sentence. “So he doesn’t know for sure then..?” you asked, trailing off.

“He has an idea, please just believe in him."

It was the least you could do, you decided, watching the sunset. 

You locked yourself away, unable to watch the situation unfold. It was one thing to hear it, but another to see it.

In the distance, you hear Aang speaking. “You're the spirit of this forest! Now I understand. You're upset and angry because your home was burned down. When I saw the forest had burned, I was sad and upset, but my friends gave me hope that the forest would grow back.”

The silence that followed made you uneasy as you peeled the blanket from your body, opening the door quietly. 

“Sokka!” Katara cries, wrapping her arms around her brother. “I can’t believe you’re back. I mis-”

He pulled back, tilting his head to the side. “Whatever happened, I can listen to later. Right now, I need to pee.” 

Katara frowned, wishing the spirit realm would take him back.

Sokka nearly ran you over coming into the house, “Save it!” he yelled, thinking you were going to reprimand him for it. 

Aang and Katara sat outside on Appa, making sure he was ready to leave as you and Sokka stayed inside.

“I thought you were dead, you know,” you mumbled, breaking the silence. “When Hei Bai took you and then disappeared, I thought Aang could find you, but th- but then he couldn’t and I lost it.”

Sokka gave you a sad smile, pulling you into him for a hug. “It’s going to take a lot more than a panda stealing me to get rid of me, princess.”

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[willsimpforanyone]

Hey there! Love your writing! It’s beautiful 🤩! Okay, imma just expose myself real quick here, but could u write a threesome with Percabeth and A Female Reader who is a daughter of Khione? Could one of them (either Percy or Annabeth) be SUPER dominant, full on bondage, slight degradation etc. While the other one is super soft, praising R, all gentle and stuff. R just being super Submissive and a little disobedient. Thanks!

hun you are not the only one exposing yourself i have four more percabeth smut requests and i went overboard with this one

i love the idea of annabeth being the super dom one (dom women for the win), so you get soft!percy

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"Arms up, buttercup."

Percy's gentle hands lifted my arms above my head, guiding my wrists together. "Keep them there, love, good girl."

He backed away and Annabeth moved forward, rope bundled in her hands. She threw a leg over me, almost sitting on my stomach, and grabbed my wrists. The rope was soft, smooth against my skin but under Annabeth's skillful hands it was tight against my wrists and headboard, intricately tied. Percy pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Athena would be proud."

"Don't bring my mother into this." She rolled her eyes, but smiled. Looking down for the briefest of moments to wink at me, she grabbed Percy by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a messy kiss.

I whined, shifting my hips until Annabeth's hand came down sharply on my thigh and I gasped. She didn't even look at me, expecting me to know what she meant without having to tell me. I wasn't to move or complain- I'd be lucky to get anything with her in control.

Percy smoothed his lips along Annabeth's jaw and down her neck, nipping lightly at the skin. She let her head fall back, and I could see the small red marks left in Percy's wake. Her blonde hair was loose and curly down her back and over her shoulders, providing a stark contrast to her jet black lingerie set.

I had been dressed up in a white babydoll by Percy- the feeling of his gentle touches had almost been enough to melt me into his arms, but he kept me grounded long enough to take me into the bedroom where Annabeth had been waiting. Percy himself was just in a white shirt and black jeans.

Tugging lightly at the ropes, I bit my lip. Annabeth was still hovering over me and the sight of the two of them kissing was making me restless. "Mistress, Master, please." I wasn't even sure what I was asking for.

Annabeth laughed. "Already begging, baby?" She pouted mockingly at me. "Poor thing."

"She got worked up just being dressed up, isn't that right, little one?" Percy knelt down and stroked my cheek. I felt my face grow hot, embarrassed that he was right.

Another slap on my thigh. "He asked you a question, princess, answer him."

The nicknames were getting to my head. I couldn't bring myself to give a real answer, just able to nod my head. Percy frowned slightly. "That's not an answer, little one."

Annabeth leaned down from where she was kneeling over me, hands planted either side of my arms. "Well, princess, if you won't use your words, I'll give your mouth something to do." She gestured for Percy to help her up.

Standing by the bed, she looked up at our boyfriend. "Darling, would you be so kind as to help me out of these?" She snapped the waistband of her panties.

Percy kissed her nose. "Of course, my love." He knelt down again, hooking his fingers under the material and dragging it down her legs. His hands slipped behind her thighs and he pressed kisses down her stomach, leading down until his tongue just touched her clit.

Twisting her fingers in his hair, Annabeth caught her breath as he licked a stripe up her pussy, burying his face between her legs.

I tried my best to stop looking, but the sight was intoxicating, seeing my usually perfectly in-control Mistress lose her composure just a little under the careful ministrations of my Master.

Tugging him away, she guided him back into a kiss, both of them moaning as she tasted herself on Percy's lips. "Couldn't help yourself, huh?" She breathed.

Percy grinned. "Not my fault, you're divine. Plus," he reached his fingers down to trail lightly over my clothed pussy, coming away shiny. "-I couldn't resist teasing our baby, she's already so wet."

Annabeth locked eyes with me, and took Percy's fingers in her mouth. She pulled them out with a 'pop'. "Delicious."

Moving back on top of me, she shifted further up my body until her legs were either side of my shoulders and her pussy was hovering just above my face. "Now, princess, you saw what your Master did, now it's your turn."

I nodded eagerly, and Annabeth lowered herself until I could finally taste her. Percy moved between my own legs, hands smoothing across my thighs.

Shaky breaths and moans were elicited from Annabeth's lips as I did my best to eat her out. I couldn't use my hands despite my vigorous pulling on the ropes but I was determined to make her come, I had to make my Mistress proud of me. I chilled my tongue and lips so they were just cold enough to provide a stark contrast to her body heat.

I tongued her clit and bit at her thighs and her moans got louder and higher as Percy moved his hands from my thighs to her chest, pressing kisses to her neck and thumbing her nipples over the gorgeous bra she was wearing.

Annabeth's head was thrown back as she came on my face with a long groan. "Fuck, good girl, such a good little slut for me," she reached down and stroked my hair. Percy helped her off me, steadying her shaky legs.

I grinned. "Did I make you proud, Mistress?" I licked my lips. "You tasted so good."

She smiled back, but tapped my stomach in reproach. "Watch yourself, babygirl, but yes, you made me proud."

Percy settled her on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair from one shoulder and scattering kisses across her skin. "Our little one deserves a reward, don't you think 'Beth?"

He recieved a nod. "You have something in mind?"

"Depends," he looked back at me, but directed his words at Annabeth. "Are you good to touch? Or do you want to watch?"

My heart melted at his checking on her wellbeing, and I saw her eyes soften too. "I'll watch, I trust you to look after her."

There was a swell of pride at the idea that I'd worn out my tough Mistress with just my mouth and a little help from Percy, and I was almost tempted to tease her about it. The promise of a reward, however, was too good to jeopardise, and I remained quiet.

Percy nodded, and stood up to untie me from the headboard, keeping my wrists bound. "Come on darlin', sit up for me, that's it."

My arms ached slightly from being above my head for so long, but I sat up with his help, my arms now resting together in front. Annabeth turned my head towards hers while Percy stripped. "You doing okay?" I nodded, but she shook her head. "I need your words, baby. I need you to tell us if you want to stop."

I swallowed, forcing myself to focus. "Yes Mistress, I'm fine, I promise, I don't want to stop."

"That's better, my obedient little girl." She let go of my jaw as Percy sat back down. "Now, be good for your Master."

My Master shifted back and pulled me between his legs so I was leaning back against his chest. His voice sent shivers down my spine as he tapped my hips. "Open up, little one."

I spread my legs and the tip of his finger traced a pattern over my panties, the other arm hooking round my waist. I took a deep breath, knowing that if I pushed my hips forward he'd stop. The material was soaked, and he chuckled lowly in my ear. "Aww, you're so wet, princess, did you like tasting your Mistress?"

"Yes, Master," I breathed, and he rewarded my words by pressing more firmly against my clothed pussy. I made a noise of pleasure in the back of my throat and felt him grin against my neck.

"More, babygirl?"

"Yes, Master."

He tutted, and pulled his hand away slightly. Annabeth wove her hand through my hair and pulled, dragging my head to look at her. "Manners, slut. Be polite."

"I'm sorry Mistress!" I gasped, and tried again. "Please, Master, more."

Percy smoothed his hand up my thigh, across my stomach and under the fabric of my panties. "Good girl, thank you for asking nicely."

He slid two fingers over my pussy, finally, finally touching me properly. Teasing my entrance, he dragged whimpers and moans from my lungs. "My sensitive little one, we really messed with you, huh?"

"Fuck, yes Master, you and Mistress teased me so much."

My head was roughly pulled to Annabeth again, and she slapped my thigh hard enough to leave a mark. "You ask permission to swear, pathetic brat. You're lucky Master is in control of your pleasure, I wouldn't be so nice."

"We really worked her up, 'Beth, it's not her fault," Percy pressed kisses against my neck, fingers dancing under my panties. "As long as she remembers the rules from now on, I'll keep going. That's fair, right, little one?"

"Yes Master," I moaned. "I'll be good, I promise."

"I know baby, such a good girl." Percy pushed his fingers deep into me and I cried out, the intrustion catching me by surprise. He laughed, muffled by my neck. "Oh darling, this is only the start, you already sound like you're on the edge."

I steadied my breathing, trying to calm down even with his long fingers pumping inside me. I was so worked up, it wouldn't take long for me to cum. "How long do you want me to last, Mistress?"

Annabeth considered. "Two minutes. Two minutes, Perce, and then you can continue." Percy nodded, and moved my hips so I had to stand. He dragged my panties down my legs, and handed them to Annabeth.

"If she swears again- you won't without permission, I know sweetheart- then please put these in her mouth."

That was enough to make me consider swearing again, it was so tempting to push Annabeth further, to see what she'd do and what names she'd call me; but I desperately wanted to be good for my Mistress and Master.

Percy's hands were straight back on me, fast and hard, and I threw my head back on his shoulder. My legs were threatening to close at the sensitivity, but Annabeth slid to the floor and in between our legs. She placed her hands on the inside of my knees and hooked them over Percy's legs. "Isn't that better, baby? Your slutty pussy open for me and your Master?"

I whined at the back of my throat, face red but I was in too deep to be properly embarrassed. The two minutes seemed to last hours while I desperately fought off the tightening feeling in my lower stomach, until Annabeth nodded at Percy. He gently bit at my shoulder and thumbed at my clit. "It's okay, babygirl, you can come."

That was all the permission I needed. My back arched against Percy's chest, and under Annabeth's piercing grey gaze I came hard on his fingers.

"That's my girl, you did so well for me, I'm so proud of you, little one."

"Good little slut, coming on your Master's fingers, so submissive you'll do anything we tell you, how pathetic."

My head was muddy with praise and degradation, high off the aftershocks and pleasure.

Percy's hands gently squeezed my waist. "You done? Or do you want to keep going?"

I turned back to meet his eyes, grinding my hips back against his bare cock. "Please, Master, I want to keep going." I used my bound wrists to push out my chest, trying my best to tease them both. "I want you to fuck me." Immediately I froze- I'd sworn without permission.

Percy shuddered, and turned to Annabeth. "She was doing so well."

Annabeth's evil grin pinned me in place. "Our baby just couldn't keep her filthy mouth shut, and she couldn't keep her slutty body under control." She stood, dangling my still-damp panties from her finger. "That's two punishments due now, one for the mouth-" She shoved the fabric into my mouth. "-and one for the whorish actions." She grabbed my tits, roughly squeezing them. "Have I missed anything, Percy?"

Every action was electric, and I shivered as Percy pushed me to stand. "I think I know the perfect punishment." He spun me round, and guided my legs over the top of his thighs. His green eyes dark, but still soft. "I want you to sit on my cock, can you do that, sweetheart?"

I nodded slowly, and Annabeth reached under me to apply a condom and hold his cock steady as I lowered myself. The moan I let out was long and dirty, Percy biting his lip hard at the sound and the feeling. My chest pressed against his, and I squeezed my eyes shut at the friction.

Annabeth's voice was in my ear. "Say thank you to your Master for letting you have his cock." I looked at her confused, still with material in my mouth. "You heard me," she grinned wickedly.

My cheeks burned, and out came a muffled sound that could have been 'thank you Master' if I didn't have a pair of panties in my mouth.

Percy smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You're welcome, little one, well done for doing as your Mistress says." He winked at Annabeth. "Can you do one more thing for us, love? You now have permission to swear."

I nodded- I'd do anything to get them to stop teasing me.

My Mistress' hum went straight to my pussy. "Beg him to fuck you, pretty girl."

Oh fuck. When the two of them teamed up to humiliate me, there was nothing else to do...

...but obey.

The panties still between my teeth, I tried my best to do what they said. "Please Master, please fuck me, I'll be so good, I promise, please Mistress, let me be fucked, I want it so bad, please!"

Of course, all that came out was deperate whimpering and tears pricking at my eyes. Percy tried to hide his smile, but Annabeth laughed.

"Oh, you're so pathetic, trying so hard just to be fucked," she reached round to play with my tits, grinning at the noises she got in return. "Okay Percy, you think she's earned it?"

"Of course she has, she's been so good for us, 'Beth." Percy stroked my side. "The panties stay in, but I think she's earned it."

My muffled thanks were cut off by Percy lifting me up and throwing me on the bed, front first. My tied arms were useless, so I landed with my face and chest meeting the covers. Percy grabbed my hips, pulling my ass back and in one fluid motion he seated his cock back inside.

I choked on my scream as he began pistoning his hips into me, fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave light bruises. The tightness of my lower stomach became more intense with each thrust, and through my makeshift gag I tried to communicate that I wouldn't last long.

Luckily Percy seemed to be of the same mind. "Babygirl, I'm gonna come, you want me to come? Gonna be a good girl and make me come?"

Annabeth's steady stream of praise to both me and Percy pushed us over the edge. Percy spilled into the condom, continuing to fuck into me as I came after him, riding out both our orgasms.

He pulled out with a low whine, and I collapsed onto the bed. Percy removed and tied off the condom, and Annabeth rolled me onto my back, removing the panties from my mouth.

With gentle touches, she began undoing her beautiful knotwork that bound my wrists, kissing the marks left behind by the rope. When the rope was tossed aside, to be dealt with later, she smiled at the grabby hands I made for her.

"Hey there honey, you okay? We didn't go too hard on you?"

I shook my head. Annabeth's dom aftercare was very much based around reassuring her that she didn't hurt anyone that didn't want to be hurt, that she'd done a good job, and that she was allowed to take care of her submissives, whether that was just me, Percy or both of us.

"I'm good, Annie," I kissed her cheek. "A little foggy, but that's all."

Percy returned, having fetched bottles of water from somewhere. The two of them helped me sit up, and encouraged me to drink at least a third of the water. Percy's dom aftercare was very much food based, and I had no doubt that within half an hour of us getting out the shower he'd be cooking up waffles or homemade fries or something.

Annabeth smoothed a little lotion on where she'd slapped my leg earlier. "Do you need anything?"

"A shower would be great, but I'll be in need of assistance," I giggled, gesturing to my shaky legs.

They nodded, and Annabeth slung my arm over her shoulders while Percy made his way to the bathroom. "Come on then, let's get you cleaned up."

I nuzzled her neck. "I love you two, you know that?"

I felt her smile. "We love you too, now come on, you're not falling asleep on me."

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i did have to do some figuring out with the positions on my own bed lol but i very much hope you enjoyed! thank you for the request!

side note i need to break up writing with moving round my room, my whole body hates me lol

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[tsukishumai]

pairing: tsukishima kei x f!reader wc; 2.2k tags; fluff, coworkers to lovers? a/n: quick fic for my bby lol happy birthday tsukki <33

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Tsukishima Kei was tired.

Stepping out into the cold, autumn evening, he rubs his hands together in an attempt to warm his frozen fingers. He thinks the blister he feels forming on his pinky toe was a sign for him to get a new pair of shoes, and this fact was solidified by the ache in his arch with each step he took towards the bus stop.

The day had been longer than most. Maybe if he hadn’t let his brother drag him to the gym and play pick-up games last night, then perhaps his body wouldn’t have felt so sore this morning. And if his body hadn’t been so sore in the morning, then he might have had the energy to grab coffee before work, possibly even pack himself a quick lunch. His mood would have presumably been at least mildly better throughout the day, and he had no doubt that he would have been able to continue on with his work swiftly, and efficiently.

But Tsukishima had learned at a young age that things don’t always work out for him the way he wants them to.

He wasn’t trying to be rude when you came to ask him about his tour schedule, but did you have to burst through his office door so loudly? He felt bad for 2.3 seconds as he watched your smile slowly melt into a frown, but he was way too irked when you rolled your eyes at him when he asked you to knock.

And it wasn’t his fault that he bought the last tuna onigiri from the food stand outside the museum. He forgot to pack lunch, and he was hungry, too. He probably shouldn’t have unwrapped and eaten it right in front of your face, but he doesn’t appreciate getting dirty looks for ordering a meal.

You’re newer to the museum, he knows that. As someone with seniority, he should be a little more helpful, and he could probably work on improving his sociability just a tiny bit, but his patience could only run so thin. It’s not like you ever listened to him anyway.

Should he have told you to figure out the volunteer’s schedule on your own because ‘even a monkey with a banana could do it on their own’? Okay, maybe not.

But did you have to snap at him to ‘keep the stick up his own ass and leave yours alone’ when he warned your tours took too long, and you’d end up leaving late? No, and that’s the last time Tsukishima will ever try to offer advice to a newbie.

Tsukishima sighed. He was tired.

His stomach growled out loud as he pressed the button for the crosswalk, slowly moving to rub his palm along his belly. He’s wondering if he has anything he could make at his apartment. When an image of a rotting bunch of scallions and moldy tomatoes dying in his refrigerator drawer comes to mind, he thinks he’s probably better off grabbing a bento from the convenience store down the street.

The light switches from red to green, and just before Tsukishima steps down from the curb, he feels an arm delicately wrap around his own.

“Hey, babe,” a familiar, annoyingly cheery voice greets him, and he has to stop himself from grimacing when he looks down and his eyes meet yours.

Tsukishima doesn’t think you’ve ever touched him once — not in the last six months since you’ve become his coworker. He had bowed when you were first introduced, and Tsukishima had never been one to hand out hugs or high fives.

He attributes the deep blush that spread across his cheeks to this fact, and not to the feeling of your chest pressed tightly against his side.

“What the —“

“You almost left without me,” you pouted, and Tsukishima nearly tripped over his feet when you swing your body around to switch positions with him, “You’re so silly!”

“Uh,” Tsukishima stammers at the situation at hand, but he stills when he feels your grip tighten painfully around his bicep, and your eyes narrow and widen.

From behind your shoulder, Tsukishima sees it.

The streets were not too crowded, but they weren’t empty. From both sides of the sidewalk, Tsukishima watched as people silently walked past each other in a valiant effort to get home.

This was why Tsukishima almost didn’t notice the man standing beside the lamp post just fifteen feet back, his face half covered by a mask, hoodie pulled all the way over his head with the bill of a black hat just peeking out.

Tsukishima’s blood ran cold when he realized the man is watching you clutch onto him, and Tsukishima does not react when he can feel your nails dig through the material of his sweater.

A look of panic briefly flashes in your eyes when Tsukishima places his hand on top of yours and gently pulls your grip off his sleeve.

“You’re going to ruin my sweater,” Tsukishima mumbles as he drags his hand down the length of your arm and intertwines his fingers with yours. Your mouth drops open in shock when he gives your hand a tight squeeze, “Sweetie.”

He doesn’t wait for you to regain your composure before he drags you across the street. As soon as Tsukishima’s foot lands on the other curb, he glances back at the direction from which you came.

The capped-man was now slowly walking forward, reaching the crosswalk just as the light turned red once more.

Tsukishima quickened his pace down the silent sidewalk, globes of orange light shining down each lamp post you walked past. You said nothing of the sweat that accumulated between both of your nervous palms, still gripping onto Tsukishima’s hand tightly. The size of it nearly engulfs your own, and your hold on him was the only thing allowing you to somewhat keep up with the pace of his strides.

“My bus stop is right over there,” you mumble quietly, and Tsukishima silently thanked the gods you were going the same direction.

He could feel your fingers trembling against his, and Tsukishima gives you a light squeeze.

He wasn’t sure what to do. He was never one to comfort another, and he had never really been in a situation before. But something akin to an ember of rage had been stoked within him as soon as he saw some strange man’s greedy little eyes stuck on you.

The bus arrived just five minutes later, and Tsukishima stayed close behind as you climbed inside. You were lucky enough to find two vacant seats, and you slid into the one beside the window. Tsukishima occupies the aisle seat, stretching his legs out slightly as he watches the stream of people entering and leaving the bus.

It was after an old woman carrying groceries clambered into a seat behind the bus driver did Tsukishima notice him.

He sat by the very front while the two of you occupied seats in the back. A pair of sunglasses now completely masked all of his features, but Tsukishima didn’t need to see his eyes to know who they were trained on.

When you look up at him, dazed and slightly terrified, he gives you a tight-lipped smile. He lets go of your hand, and his heart breaks a little when he sees your eyes dart around in panic. Wordlessly, he reaches over and wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close into his side.

You had always been so hot-headed — loud, and passionate, and animated about everything that you do. Tsukishima had known you were trouble from the moment you rearranged one of his displays without even thinking about consulting him, and you had honestly been a headache ever since. You challenged him at every turn, corrected him when he didn’t ask for it, and it was obvious to Tsukishima that you were much too big for him to handle.

But at the moment, feeling so small as you trembled tucked beneath his arm, Tsukishima could only think that he never wanted to see you like this ever again.

His heart crumbles a little when you rest your head against his shoulder.

“So,” Tsukishima’s voice vibrated against your cheek, “The tours ran a bit too long today, didn’t they?”

Tsukishima bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing when you turn your head to face him, an incredulous expression decorating your features.

“Is now really an appropriate time for an ‘I told you so’,” You hissed, “You never miss a chance, do you?”

Now, a smug smile has fully settled onto his lips, “Never have, never will.”

You land a punch on Tsukishima’s wide open ribs, and he flinches to the side with a slight ‘oof’. But he tightens his arm around you even more. Swirls of pine and citrus began to calm your nerves, and it took you too long to realize you were inhaling Tsukishima’s cologne. He smelled as clean as he looked, and even after a full day of work, not a single hair of his was out of place.

Your stop was four after Tsukishima’s. He carried your bag from your shoulders as you climbed out of your seat. He stepped aside to allow you to lead the way, but Tsukishima’s chest was nearly pressed against your back with how closely he followed behind.

You hadn’t expected Tsukishima to follow you this far, and as you walked a few steps towards the direction of your apartment, you turned to thank Tsukishima for his aid.

You whip your head side to side when you find that he was no longer walking behind you, curious to see that he was waiting two feet away from the bus’ exit.

You briefly wondered what he was waiting for, and your heart shattered down to the ground when you see the familiar stranger that had been following you since you exited your office building slowly step out.

You didn’t even notice him climb onto the bus. Had he really been there the entire time? Oh god, was he planning to follow you all the way home? Your head begins to spin at the dangerous possibilities that could have unfolded.

“Are you lost?” Tsukishima’s voice was cold and stern, and you could hear it clearly from where you stood.

You watched as the hooded man jolted, clearly shocked at the question directed to him. His face still remained perfectly hidden, but you could tell from his body language that he was not expecting to be addressed.

Tsukishima towered over him, but his six foot five stature had towered nearly everyone. The eyes behind his dark-rimmed glasses were narrowed in a glare, and Tsukishima stayed planted in front of your intruder.

“Oh — uh, i— no, just —“

“It’s that way,” Tsukishima didn’t wait for the man to finish his stammering, pointing a long finger towards the opposite direction of your home.

The man didn’t need to be told twice. He twirled on his heels, looking over his shoulders only to see Tsukishima watch as he walked away into the night.

You were frozen, mouth hung so wide open, you were pretty sure bugs had flown in. Tsukishima makes his way back to you, stopping to wrap his arms around your shoulders once again. He tilts his head down at you, looking softly as he asks, “Which way?”

You were at a loss for words, choosing instead to simply lead the way. Tsukishima remained draped over you, like a blanket of protection warding off all evil.

The silence that engulfed the two of you felt comfortable, and on any other day, you might have been appalled to be in such close contact with Tsukishima Kei.

But today, you felt safe. You felt comfort, and relief, and you relax against him, perfectly protected under Tsukishima’s wing.

You sneak a glance up at him, biting your lip as you turn the words you want to say over in your head.

“Tsukishima,” you start, chewing on your lips, “Thank yo—“

“My last tour is usually at 4:45,” he interrupts you, squeezing his hand on your shoulder, “I try to catch up on some paperwork before leaving but…”

He trails off, and you stay silent in fear of ruining what he’s trying to tell you.

He shifts his head away from you as he says, “If you wait for me, I could walk you home.”

You stop in your tracks, looking up at him with a smile. Tsukishima pointedly avoids your gaze, but it’s difficult when he’s keeping you pinned beside him.

“I’d like that,” you mumble before pointing back at the apartment building he hadn’t noticed, “This is my place.”

Tsukishima finally deigns to let you go, stepping back and brushing his fingers through his hair.

“Shorten your tours,” he grumbles out, turning his body back the direction from where he came, “And don’t forget to itemize each piece that comes in for the Date Masumane exhibit tomorrow.”

You stare at him dumbfounded before bursting out in giggles, bringing your hand up in a mock salute.

“I owe you one,” you call out, watching him retreat back from where he came.

He waves you off.

“I like black coffee,” he calls back over his shoulder, “Do what you will with that information.”

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rbs v appreciated <33

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[enhyqenn]

❝ ...i see the wires pullin' while you're breathing ❞

pairing : heeseung x fem!reader

song inspiration : wires - the neighbourhood

wc : 0.7k | warnings : unrequited love, blood

“ strictly the neighbourhood ” m.list

pure pain. that’s the only way to describe the disease that found its way into your lungs—the disease that made you cough up bright-colored blood and flower petals. the disease that landed you in the hospital.

“why didn’t you tell me sooner?” heeseung asked from his chair, knee bouncing anxiously as he leaned forward, hating the way you refused to look at him. he said your name when you only continued to stare at the painting of a newborn deer.

sighing through your nose, you blinked in his direction, already hating where this conversation was going. “i didn’t tell you because it wouldn’t have changed a thing.”

heeseung scooted to the edge of his seat, reaching for your hand. “you don’t know that.”

“yes i do,” you snapped, moving your hand out of his reach. “i am just a burden to you now; there’s nothing you can do except love me back, which…i know isn’t even an option.”

he stayed quiet at that, knowing there was truth to your words. running a shaky hand through his hair, heeseung scooted back in his chair, brown eyes regarding you and your situation. he took in the deep shade of purple under your eyes, the paleness of your skin, and your labored breathing. if he listened hard enough, he could hear your struggle to intake air. it made him feel like shit.

“how long have you had hanahaki?” he asked, voice barely audible to you. heeseung dreaded the answer that would follow.

your eyes moved in your sockets, trying to think back to the first time you coughed up the colorful parts of a flower. as you opened up to reply, a choke came out instead, and the familiar feeling of brief suffocation clogged your throat. hand instinctively reaching for your chest, you leaned forward slightly, spewing blue and white petals into your lap, their velvety surface smeared with blood and saliva.

heeseung watched from beside you, his face etched with horror.

“six months,” you managed to finally mutter, wiping the mixture of bodily fluid from the corners of your lips. “two hours after i saw you with your girlfriend i started to cough up these stupid flowers.” you reached for the petals, gently picking them up and tossing them in the garbage that rested to your right. “the day after you rejected my confession, i knew i was fucked.”

the boy beside you gulped as he recalled the memory you mentioned. “i’m sorry.”

you let out a weak laugh, shaking your head at his apology. “don’t be. i don’t want your pity. this is all my fault anyway.”

“your fault?” heeseung repeated, eyes narrowing as he looked at you, confused with what you meant. “how on earth is this your fault?”

“because i let myself fall for you, even when i knew there was no way that you would ever like me back. i should’ve distanced myself the minute i realized i liked you more than you liked me,” you said, leaning against the pillow that was planted between your back and the raised mattress. “i was stupid. and that’s why i’m getting the surgery.”

“but then…” heeseung’s words trailed off for a brief moment, realizing what you getting the medical procedure meant. “but then you won’t remember who i am.”

you looked his way as if he was the stupidest person on the planet. “yeah, heeseung, that’s the whole reason i’m getting it; to forget you and demolish the feelings that have somehow planted themselves within my heart. well, that and also so i don’t choke to death on my own blood.”

“what the hell am i supposed to do, then? huh?” heeseung asked, despair evident in his voice as he abruptly stood. “just…just live my life like you aren’t a part of it anymore?”

“oh don’t sound so butt-hurt about it. you’ve already been acting that way for the past two months,” you scoffed, a headache starting to bloom from your constant talking. “i’m sure you’ll be more than capable of keeping it up for the rest of your life, heeseung.”

he looked down at you, a mixture of distress and grief pooling in his eyes. he looked so heartbroken. and you didn’t seem to care, too angry to fall for any of his tricks; you’d fallen for them before, back when you let yourself believe that there was still time for him to admit that he was in love with you and miraculously cure the disease that clung to your respiratory system.

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[allegra-writes]

"The Game"

Tom Holland x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink.

Golf is boring. You wanna play something else...

"Swinging on the front porch, swinging on the floor.

Swinging where we want, cause there ain't nobody home..."

Cherry Pie - Warrant

He should have known it was a trap. He should have known it from the very first minute. This was punishment, plain and simple punishment. Unusually cruel punishment. He didn't even know why he was so surprised, in fact, he should have seen it coming a mile away. After all, you were about as subtle as a train wreck. And that was exactly how you had hitted him. 

You had always despised golf, said it was snobbish and boring. But he always invited you to tag along just in case, because sharing one of his favorite activities with his favorite girl? That sounded almost like paradise to him. That was probably the reason why that morning, when you had jumped at the chance to join him at the country club, he hadn't suspected a thing.

Oh, how naive he was. How trusting of him. Because now, he had to play 18 while trying to conceal a throbbing, almost painful erection, watching you prance around wearing that. It was ridiculous. It was silly. It was cliche.

It was driving him completely insane.

Your little ensemble was straight out of some soft-porn movie set, he was sure of it: Keds, knee high socks… and a criminally short pleated skirt, especially designed to torture him. You guys weren't even half way through, and he was already about to snap, with his arms enveloping you, hands over yours on the handle of the club, as you bended over just a little, ass pressing against his pelvis just enough to tease him, to remind him how good it felt being buried to the hilt inside your tight, tight heat, the slapping sounds of skin against skin combining with your moans...

One of his hands let go of the club, subconsciously wrapping itself over your hip bone, when you moved, twisting, hips getting away from his. 

"Oh my god! I can't believe it, did you see that?" You turned around to face him, eyes alight with joy at having hit the ball for the first time in your life. 

And for a second, he felt bad. He was probably reading too much into it, chances were you didn't even know what you were doing to him. You were innocent in all that, it wasn't your fault not knowing just how damn irresistible you were, how hard you made him just by standing close to him…

Until he noticed the outline of your nipples under your white t-shirt, made almost see through under the bright sunlight. His eyes squinted in suspicion.

"Are you wearing any underwear?" He blurted out, cheeks immediately turning red, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. But there was no one around, not many people playing on a wednesday morning. In fact, you had the whole course pretty much for your selves.

His cock twitched inside his pants, but he shook himself, squashing the thought before it could take full shape.

You seemed to ignore him, as your face fell.

"I… don't think I was supposed to shoot it that way, though" 

Tom's eyes followed yours, but try as he might, he couldn't find the white dot he was looking for.

"Where the hell did it go?"

"I think it landed behind those bushes" You pointed to the far away patch of hydrangeas on the other side of the field. He couldn't help the snort that left his mouth,

"Yeah, that's not even close to where it should be!"

"Hey! Don't laugh at me"

"I mean, at least we know you have a strong swing" He let out between laughs

You rolled your eyes,

"Be gentle with me, this is my first time" 

The laughter died in his throat like you knew it would, as the innuendo hit him, eyes darkening as they roved over your body once again. You had to know what you were doing... 

You turned around so he couldn't see your smirk, as you started walking in big strides in the direction of the bushes, leaving him to struggle to follow you, carrying the bag full of clubs. 

It wasn't a bad sight, he had to admit, watching you walk ahead of him, your skirt bouncing with your movements, hips swaying gently from side to side. And it was even better as you reached the tall plants, parting the branches trying to see past them, bending over once again, your short skirt riding up your thighs, higher, and higher. He gulped, what little blood was left in his brain rushing south, as he saw the cleft where the round globes of your ass met your legs. You climbed on your tiptoes, and he choked on a groan: just a little bit more and the answer to whether you had or not any underwear on would be right before his eyes, literally…

"Found it!" You called out, victorious, falling to your heels again, walking around the lilac flowers, disappearing from sight, heedless to his disappointment. 

He knew it was a bad idea, as he trailed after you, like in a trance. But there you were, waiting for him behind the tall wall of bushes hiding you both from sight from every angle, mischievous glint in your eye.

The ball was nowhere to be found, and he finally understood.

Your stomach made a flip as Tom tugged at his glove with his teeth, discarding it on the green grass, his whole demeanor changing before your eyes, jaw squaring, eyes hardening, movements slow and measured as he circled you like a tiger stalking his prey. 

"You dirty little liar" He accused, watching the corners of your mouth twitch, trying to hide your satisfied smile, but it was useless: you looked every bit like the cat that got the cream. Well, he knew of another thing that looked great dripping down your chin…

"You think you're real clever, don't you? Really sneaky, teasing me all morning with this little outfit," He let his now naked hand trace your nipples, already hard under the fabric of your tee, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. He was right, you hadn't bothered with a bra, "making me hard with your little touches and smart mouthed comments…"

"Golf is boring" You shrugged, "I wanna play something else" 

He stepped back, away from you, leaving you feeling cold without his heat, despite the bright sunshine. 

"Too bad, baby girl, I'm done with games" His eyes were steel as he commanded, "Show me"

"Show you what?" You looked at him through your eyelashes, you knew how much he liked it when you played coy. But this time, he had told you the truth, the games were over.

"You know bloody well what" His south London accent was always heavy when his patience was wearing thin, "lift that little skirt and show me what's mine" 

You obeyed, and this time, he did groan, the wet patch on the simple white cotton of your thong almost better than his fantasies of your bare skin. 

He fell to his knees on the grass. God, he was so whipped! His plan had been to have you kneeling in front of him, choking on his cock as he fucked your mouth so deep and hard that tears would stream down your face. He would release himself down your throat, leaving you begging for his softening cock, his fingers, his tongue, his freaking golf club, anything to fill your empty little cunt. But of course all of that flew out the window the second he actually saw that pretty pussy through your panties, made almost transparent with your desire for him, the fabric clinging to every curve, every little detail clear for him to admire.

"Come here, baby girl" His tone was much softer as he spoke, "let daddy have a little taste" 

You did as you were told, never stopping to hold your skirt up high for him. Tom nuzzled the cotton, breathing you in before hooking one finger on the damp fabric, tugging gently to the side to reveal your most secret spot to him. He let his tongue poke out, placing kitten licks against your clit, eyes rising to meet your face. Your own were closed already, little frown between your eyebrows, as if the tiny shocks of pleasure coursing through your body confused you. So expressive. So responsive. 

How could he ever stay mad at you when you were so fucking perfect? It only took one taste of you to melt whatever was left of his anger, as he marveled of the angel whining so prettily above him, delicate fingers digging into his shoulders to support herself as her legs shook for him. It never failed to amaze him, to blow his mind. It had always been like that, he had put you up on a pedestal long before you had started dating. 

But now, he wanted to lay you down, and spread you open under the sun. 

He tsked at your huff as his tongue left you.

"No, baby, you don't get to complain today. You've been a very bad girl, so now," He helped you down onto your back on the grass, making quick work of your panties. Taking a hold of your ankles, he hooked them over his shoulders, aligning himself with your dripping center, "you're going to take my cock like a good girl" 

With that, he let his head breach you, entering you slowly, so slowly. Savoring every second, sliding in inch by inch, making you feel every millimeter of his thick, thick length as he buried it into your sweet pussy, stretching you to the limits of pleasure. He had you fold almost in half, as his pelvis finally met yours. You sighed, you had thought he would burst through your ovaries before he was completely seated inside you.

"Can you feel me, babygirl? Feel how deep I am?" 

You nodded, unable to form words. He relented, only a couple of inches, before surging back in. 

"Feel me stretching your tight little cunt? Fuck, it feels so snug…"

He drew back again, snapping back against you harder, making you cry out,

"Yes!"

"Only I can fill you like this" He breathed, in and out again, and again. And again, establishing a harsh rhythm, "This pussy belongs to me…" 

"Yes, daddy" You sobbed, obediently. By now you knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He tugged at your t-shirt, sneaking his hand under it, massaging your breast. 

"These pretty tits are mine…"

It was hard to concentrate with him railing you into the ground, fast, brutal. Making sure the base of his cock dragged against your clit just right with every thrust.

"Yours, daddy" You managed, somehow, earning yourself a smile. If wolves could really smile at lambs before gobbling them right up...

He leaned forwards, bracing himself on one arm, the other travelling from your chest, to your neck. To your jaw. His tumb caressed your lower lip, and you opened up to him. Two of his fingers slid inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, you sucked them eagerly, hollowing your cheeks just the way he liked. 

"My princess… so pretty with your mouth full" Tom praised, hips never stopping, plunging his cock into you as far as it would go, over and over again, "wanna fuck your beautiful face… but this pussy… feels too good"

You sobbed around his fingers.

"So good… won't let me go… a slave" His thrusts were becoming messy. Erratic. Tom took his fingers out of your mouth to flick your clit with them.

"No, Tommy! Too much…" You cried, pushing at his hand, overstimulated. But he wouldn't budge. 

"Don't care. You're gonna take it" He growled, but sweetly kissed away your tears. He needed you to come, fast. Because there was no way he was lasting much longer, and you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop anyway. 

"Fuck… yeah, just like that" he could feel you tensing around him. You were almost there, and he was right behind you, "so good… gonna come, baby girl. Gonna come inside you…" 

You shook your head, too delirious to express it with words, but he knew. You didn't like feeling dirty, didn't like the smell. But he fucking loved it. 

"Oh yeah… gonna fill you up… and you're not getting those panties back" His smirk was devilish, filthy. And you were sure that, even without his cock jackhammering into you, you could have come from that look alone. "Gonna see myself dripping down your thighs as you walk…"

His movements were downright sloppy now, as his words edged himself as much as they were edging you.

"Gonna have you sit in the car just like that… ruin your fucking little skirt… OH, FUCK" 

You felt his cock swell, pumping his seed inside your loins. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming, as his climax unleashed your own. Still, he kept moving,

"Gonna put your mouth around me while I drive…" There was no way the morning was ending without him having your mouth.

"Tom…" You could feel him begin to soften inside you, but he still wouldn't stop.

"Shhh, baby girl. Wanna make a mess…"

The end.

Buy me a coffee

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[kellykidd]

I’m Ready - Kelly Severide x fem!Reader

Summary: When reader gets attacked by her ex-husband, she decides to the next step with Kelly.

Read on Ao3

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Physical Abuse, victim!reader, comfort, angsty with a happy ending, mentions of blood, injuries, hospitals

Tagging: @sylviebrettisaswiftie (Click here to join my taglist)

Blood. Dripping down your arms and face. He had just left after attacking you, again. Your ex-husband, Brice, was upset after you left him for the firefighter who saved you five years ago. He wanted to get back at you, but no woman would take him. Coming out of your haze after the attack, you saw Sylvie and Gabby rushing into your office, jump bag in hand.

“Hey, hey, are you with me?” Gabby asked you, shining the pen light in your eyes.

You couldn’t answer, you were so filled with shame.

“Let’s hook her up to the monitor, control the bleeding and let’s get her transported,” Sylvie replied.

“Kelly,” You managed to mutter.

“He’s on his way. Chief Boden is bringing him,” Sylvie told you.

Her words seemed to calm you down as Sylvie and her partner worked on your wounds. Your boyfriend rushed into your office. He grabbed your hand and sat beside you.

“Hey, how is she?” Kelly asked Gabby.

“Bleeding pretty heavily when we got here, it seems to be under control,” she replied, taking your BP one more time.

“Dawson, let’s move her.”

“I’m coming with you,” Kelly argued.

“Help us get her up,” Gabby told him.

They put you in the stairchair and brought you down to the awaiting ambulance out front. Kelly held your hand the entire time, something Brice would’ve never even thought about doing back when you were married.

Your paramedics transferred you from your stairchair to the gurney. Gabby hopped in the drivers seat and Sylvie hopped in the back with you and Kelly.

“He hit-. Brice-,” you sputtered.

“I know, I know,” Kelly assured you, “he won’t be bothering you anymore.”

“We’re here,” Gabby called from the front.

Gabby and Sylvie unloaded you and took you into the ED at Med.

“Kelly, you can let her go. We got her,” Sylvie told your boyfriend.

Kelly continued holding your hand as you were brought in.

“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered in your ear.

You looked across the ED and saw Brice in the bay across from you.

“Kelly,” you winced, pointing in Brice’s direction.

Kelly let go of your hand on the gurney and they wheeled you into the trauma bay.

You could see Kelly going towards Brice’s gurney.

“Hey, don’t you go messing with her again. And if I see you even thinking about her, I will hunt you down and kick your ass, injuries be dammed,” Kelly yelled.

The only reason you could hear the threat was because your man yelled it. You were sure even the coma patients could hear him. Kelly started walking back to your trauma room and sat down beside you.

A nurse came up beside you and patted your hand.

“Hi, I’m April. We are going to get your stitched up and we’ll get you on your way,” the nurse beside you assured.

“Ok. Could you check on my friend? Kelly Severide? Firefighter, he was the one yelling earlier?” You asked.

“Yes, Kelly and I go way back.”

A doctor came by and stitched up your wounds. Just when she was finishing up, you heard a loud beeping sound. It was coming from Brice’s bay. Doctors and nurses started rushing over to help him.

Tears started to fill your eyes.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Kelly asked, stroking your hair.

“Nothing, nothing,” you wiped the tears away from your eyes.

Kelly left your side for a moment and you could see him talking to that nurse, April, from before. You heard the Doctors and Nurses leaving Brice’s bay. You could see his head covered by a sheet.

Kelly walked back in the room later, followed by a man in a grey coat.

“I’m Doctor Charles,” the man told you.

Kelly walked over and planted a kiss on your forehead. The one that reminded you of breakfasts in bed and lazy Sunday afternoons.

“I’m going to head out, pick some stuff up for you from our apartment and I’ll be back,” Kelly told you.

You nodded and watched as he left your room.

“I’m the Head of Psychiatry here,” Doctor Charles continued, “your boyfriend, the lieutenant, told me that you’ve had a pretty difficult day. He was wondering if we could talk.”

You sat there, still, playing with your hair. Twisting it around your finger, the one thing that calms you in a time of stress.

“Could you maybe tell me about Brice?” he asked.

You wiped the tears streaming down your face.

“Brice is-, well, was, my ex-husband. We were together 3 years and had even gotten married when I met Kelly. There was a connection with Kelly that I just didn’t feel with Brice,” you told him.

“What happened when you left Brice?”

“Kelly and I started dating as soon as my divorce was final. The night after Kelly and I had our first date was the first time he attacked me. He punched and kicked and slapped me. He said he would stop if I came back to him.”

“Why didn’t you go back to him?”

“I didn’t love him. I love Kelly and I would do anything to be with him.”

Doctor Charles left your room. You were just sitting there, basking in the events of earlier. The fact that you had let him do it again haunted you. In your mind, it was all our fault. You should know not to tell him where you are.

Doctor Charles came back into your room and sat down beside you.

“I have some news for you,” he told you.

You just sat there silently, looking at the remains of your pantsuit in a bag on the floor.

“Your ex-husband, Brice, has passed away in our ED tonight,” he continued.

You started to cry.

Kelly came into your room. He sat beside you on your bed and wrapped you in a hug.

“Brice died,” you whimpered.

Kelly rubbed your back. As the tears dropped down your face, he whispered “It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.”

Your team of doctors and nurses admitted you to the ward. Your boyfriend, of course, followed you up.

“Do you want me to sleep here tonight?” Kelly asked, tucking in your blankets.

“It’s up to you,” you replied, half asleep yourself.

Kelly pulled up the chair to beside your bed. He sat down and tilted his head back to sleep.

“Hey Kelly?” you asked.

“Yeah?” He replied.

“I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“For us to get married.”

Kelly’s head popped up to look at you.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

Kelly pulled a box out of his pocket. He popped it open and it was an engagement ring.

“You’ve been carrying it around all this time?” you asked.

“Of course, I knew it’d work out,” he replied.

You and Kelly kissed, Kelly putting the ring on your finger afterwards.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

—

After being out of the hospital for a few weeks and stuck at home, you desperately wanted to go out. You were off the painkillers now so you talked Kelly into taking you out to Molly’s.

“Are you sure?” Kelly asked, as you were getting ready to head to Molly’s.

“Yes. I got my jersey on and I’m gonna go watch the Blackhawks game at Molly’s and have a drink,” you replied.

Arriving at Molly’s was like coming home. It was were you and Kelly went for your first date, where Kelly originally proposed and where you watched your favourite hockey team win the cup.

You opened the door and were greeted by the loud cheering and applause by the family of Firehouse 51.

“What’s all this for?” You asked, surprised.

“We’ll, it’s part your engagement party and part getting this loose cannon tied down,” Herrmann laughed, patting Kelly on the shoulder.

“Beers on me,” Kelly called, “because I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

#I’m ready fic #Kelly Severide x reader #Chicago fire #Chicago fire fic #Chicago fire x reader #one Chicago #tw abuse #Kelly Kidd writes

[eponymous-rose]

Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E129 (March 16, 2021)

Tonight’s guests are Matt Mercer and Taliesin Jaffe!

Matt, on DMing Luc’s Revivify: “That was weird. It’s one thing when it happens because of player action and circumstances and the choices they make. When it’s entirely on me, unintentional, and just realizing different chess pieces you’ve set up, that’s rough.” It was especially rough since this was a child NPC related to a PC. “I was hoping somebody had a spell slot left.” He kept in mind that there are two clerics in the room and that they could resurrect the next day even if the Revivify went poorly. “A good chance, since it’s his first time. Okay, okay, okay, okay, I think we’ll be okay, we’ll see how this goes. It was really stressful in the moment! I did not set out to have that happen, but when I realized what was going to happen, I tried to see it through.” He wouldn’t have prevented a chance to bring him back. “There may have been an offshoot short-run series of games to find a way to bring him back. I would have found some way to correct the circumstance so the players could feel good about moving forward with the story and there was no undue punishment beyond their control.”

Taliesin on Cad’s response: “This is a big thing if you’re a cleric. It was very much coming in like an EMT. Everything should be fine... hopefully. Just focused in and got it done. The minute things started to go south it was like, okay, that’s the next problem.”

On Yeza’s feelings: “It is a very complicated situation. I think he, much like how Veth is trying to figure out what it is that she wants, I think he’s trying to help her find that while also figuring it out for himself. I think Yeza’s also noticing that because Veth’s the more active of the two of them she also takes the weight of the responsibility and the blame for things when they go wrong, unnecessarily. Especially when he himself acknowledges that he’s partially at fault for even dragging everyone in with the Conclave. As much as he’s appreciative for them coming back for him, there’s a lot of back and forth. He’s filled with a lot of regret, too, but he’s very much trying to convince Veth that it’s a burden that she doesn’t have to keep to herself, that they can share it and work through it together.” Matt mentions that, as an actor, he really loves exploring interactions between characters first and foremost. “Especially when you don’t know where it’s going to go.” He also praises Sam as a scene partner - “I really cherish that.”

How does Caduceus feel about Revivify and Speak with Dead? “Speak with Dead is an interesting middle ground, because he knows that it’s not actually speaking with the dead. It’s really just-- it’s almost medical, really. This is just reactivating a brain at a certain point. It’s practically just a muscle twitch at this point. That doesn’t really prod him in that direction. Revivify is interesting, because it had never really come up. At first I thought of it as bending the rules, but it’s not bending the rules. You knock over a plant, you replant it, you don’t stare at it and go ‘Well, that’s over.’ This is just doing the work. No, we can bring this thing back to health. This is all part of the circle of life, that sometimes we can save something. Especially given the stress that he’s put himself through over the past year of being with these people. He’s started to think of himself a bit as a battlefield medic, and triage is just part of the deal, and it’s completely acceptable.”

Did Trent really just want to talk? “Yeah, that circumstance, as it came together, Trent would never have arrived if there wasn’t an indication that there was some kind of infiltration or attack. Even beyond that, it was Jester breaking the concentration on her charm on that one guard when she created her duplicate.” The guards’ job is to inform a member of the Cerberus Assembly, and Trent lived the closest. “He didn’t know who it was, didn’t have any expectation necessarily. The minute he saw the illusion, he knew a powerful magic user was involved.” Seeing Caleb was an unexpected surprise. “I don’t think he wanted to throw down necessarily. He was more interested in figuring out exactly what the nature of this was.” Matt had multiple battlemaps that didn’t get used. “They managed to cleverly out-maneuver him in his surprise of seeing them.” The Nein rocketed up his priority list after that very quickly. Taliesin: “We’re so fucked.”

On Cad being “Uncle Caduceus” to Luc: “It’s the thing he misses most about home, is being a juvenile shit. It’s nice to be able to express that part of him again, as opposed to the serious, life-threatening, constant intensity. I’m very at home just being a little difficult.”

Cosplay of the Week: an amazing Beau! (_rumor_king, photography by kourtyardproductions on Instagram)

On Marion: “Like a lot of people in this whole narrative from the beginning, getting swept up in things larger than her and trying to adapt. This is a circumstance she’s avoided for a long time. She’s having a rough time in some ways, but simultaneously, she’s enduring. Like a mother would. She’s adapting, she’s making it work. Without much of a choice, you just kind of do the best you can and lean on the people around you to help you where they can. Luckily she has a daughter there. She’s probably surprising herself at how well she’s doing given the circumstances.” Matt talks about how weird it is to feel proud of character he’s created. “Of the many things Marion is incredible at, she’s a studier of the human condition. She’s seen and heard the stories of so many. That gives her a very special perspective. She can see elements of that fractured individual within Caleb, and knowing the good that he’s brought to his friends, and knowing he’s possibly saved her life from bad circumstances, she couldn’t not speak up. She very easily falls into that role of maternal comforter, because it’s one of the many things she’s really good at, she enjoys it, and she can see well when people need it.” He’s been enjoying having Marion along for this (despite the difficult circumstances) because he was always a little sad that they only got to see her for short periods of time.

On the Blooming Grove’s safety: “He’s afraid that it’s a premonition. He’s not pinned it down, but he’s happy to let his imagination wander. He at the very least feels like there’s a reason he’s having these thoughts, and that there’s a reason to go there. He’s a big believer that these things don’t just happen. He’s more likely to think that there’s a good reason to go versus a danger to go. He’s had a couple of ominous warnings lately, and he’s not used to them and not a fan. He’s more likely to read something like that as, there is something there waiting for you that you have to discover. There is something that is going to be helpful to you, even if it hurts.”

On Astrid: “While maybe not as readable in overall personality as Trent is, I still want to be careful to not discuss things that are still being discussed within the game and tossed around as possibilities. Astrid is another complicated character, as anyone would be who’s been through the life she has. I can’t say too much. I can say she’s definitely legitimately happy to see Bren/Caleb after all this time.” His reemergence definitely caught her off guard. “We’ll have to see where it goes from there.”

On Cad’s successful Divine Intervention: “He’s definitely hit the ‘on a mission from god’ stage. He’s been that way for the entire campaign of, this, this is what I’ve been waiting for. Even when it sucks a lot, it’s been nice that those things have popped up to remind him, no, no, you’re doing it right, everything’s good. Probably not going to survive the next week, but you’re doing good! Not quite 1 in a 100 chance, but I forget so often to make that roll, and it’s such a great roleplaying roll. I don’t know how at level 20 you could deal with the fact that you can do that every day.” 

On Zeenoth getting his comeuppance: the kidnapping was a concept Marisha brought up for Beau’s backstory, and Matt went with it even though it was opposed to the Cobalt Soul’s philosophy because he knew rooting it out would make for an interesting story. “I felt it was an important beat to bring to her, because it was something that she was wronged by. And to show that there are still some good people out there who are trying to make things right.” After the tentative peace, dealing with this became Dairon’s next focus. “I was glad we finally got to it. So many people don’t have the opportunity in their lives to get that sort of justice and vindication, so if I can bring elements of that justice into our world, even for our own hope, I’m going to do that. Especially for my wife’s character, especially for a character that deserves that.” Taliesin points out that if it had come too early, Beau wouldn’t have believed it.

Cad’s thoughts on the Tomb Taker betrayal? “He knew it was gonna come at some point. There was no way that was gonna last. He was hoping it was gonna last a little longer. He was really hoping they had a vested interest in getting them all the way to the end. Nope, this is apparently as far as we go, and he was not prepared for that.” He was expecting the potential for de-escalation. “Caduceus is the only character in there that doesn’t have a history with Lucien. I think he sees him a little more clearly than everybody else does. They’re all looking for this person that Clay, at least, is of the opinion that he’s just not there. This is a very manipulative, very dangerous infernal human. Just smarter than all of them. Really aware that there is no calculating what the hell is going to happen. Conversation is the only way you can deal with someone like that.”

Fan Art of the Week: An amazing Caleb closeup! (rynn_birb on Twitter)

Taliesin on Lucien: “I’m excited he’s the one that’s going to kill us all. Poetic that this is how the game ends.” Matt was delighted when Taliesin handed him carte blanche to do what he wanted with Molly’s past. “I was like ‘shit... oh, wait!’ The character of Lucien was always intended to be an antagonist so that it would have been Molly being chased by the person who wanted their body back. But then it happened that he got his body back.” Taliesin: “He’s so much worse than I ever hoped.”

Matt, on the Holy Avenger: “I hadn’t thought to initially even give that sword.” The good roll was the only reason Kima handed that over. “Well, sure, you get the sword. It was very reactionary, it wasn’t my intent originally. I was like, well, I mean, there’s two avenues she can take with this.” Multiclass into Paladin, or lean into the fact that her subclass is essentially a barbarian paladin. “This really works out in a uniquely beautiful way. Let me see if I can lay out a path for her to earn it.”

On Cad’s attempt at lying blowing up in his face: “He was like that kid that had a really bad day in high school and was like, you know what? I’m going to let loose. This is it. I’m gonna dye a streak in my hair. And then tries to give himself a haircut and ends up with half bangs. Well, okay, obviously I’m not that person. I was feeling a little distraught and I didn’t handle it well. Maybe I’m going dark... no, I’m not going dark. Nope.” Matt mentions how much he relates to Caduceus.

Matt, on the Eyes: “What can I tell you? I’m enjoying the hell out of it. The moment they began to really push to read that book, I was like, okay, this is on you. I’m excited for the point in the narrative where the march continues back to Eiselcross. I am almost impatient - not really - because we’re on the cusp of getting to more of the meat. There’s so much to learn, so much to see, so much to explore. I love instilling my players with absolute terror.”

Thoughts on Jester’s Tarot reading? Taliesin cackles. “Molly made the cards, so. Did it to himself, he did, he did.” Matt: “Once again, another example of things working out unexpectedly and too perfectly for an improvised moment. Fuck.” Taliesin: “Bless the wisdom of chaos.” Matt: “I love that even at this point in the campaign, Molly continues to fuck with people. I’m just so proud. That deeply shook Lucien, for reasons.” Taliesin: “It’s the everlasting gobstopper smoke bomb.”

#critical role #critical role spoilers #talks machina #talks machina spoilers #long text post

[mellowyandere]

Erasermic “Just tell us what you like darling.”

Reader: F

Characters: Aizawa Shouta, Yamada Hizashi 

Summary: You’d been stuck with the two pro heroes for a couple of weeks now but have yet to open up. Can’t you see they’re just curious?

Length: 4K

Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, M/M/F, slight bondage, aphrodisiac, oral sex, vaginal sex, slight praise kink.

You sat curled up on the far end of the couch, eyes glazed over as you watched the TV in front of you. A half-baked sad excuse of a porno disguised as a movie was playing. The plot was flimsy at best and you couldn't care less, but movie nights weren’t optional.

Hizashi and Shouta were cuddled up closer to the middle of the couch than you’d prefer. You could feel their eyes flickering between you and the shitty movie. Currently the female lead was bent over the male leads extravagant kitchen counter getting railed out of her mind. Her wanton moaning was starting to get on your nerves.

“Soooo.” the blond broke the silence. You peered over at him and couldn't help but roll your eyes as he waggled his eyebrows. “What kinda stuff you into baby girl?” With the degrading quality in movie’s Hizashi had been picking for the three of you to watch you had a feeling he was up to something.

“Not whatever this is...” Shouta snorted at your response, pulling Hizashi closer to keep him from migrating over to you. The dark-haired man was fully aware you were on edge, still not having settled into your new life yet. His boisterous partner on the other hand was dying to get to you, his patience much shorter than his sleepy counterpart.

“Aww I thought you’d enjoy this one! I mean she sure looks like she’s enjoying it. Ever been fucked over a counter?”

You couldn't help but choke a bit at his question. The man had been getting more and more pointed in his attempts to unravel your sexual escapades and desires. “I-It’s hardly any of your business!”

“Come on babe no need to be so shy! Sho and I are here for yah, whatever you want or need we can give!”

You felt your blood boil a bit at his proclamation. The fucking nerve this man had to say you could have whatever you want after kidnapping you.

Shouta noticed your face scrunching up with anger. Hizashi noticed too, but was so desperate for something besides your passive aggressive moping he'd take anything.

But you weren’t interested in giving them any reason to punish you, so instead you quietly stood up from the couch.

“I have a headache so I’m going to go lay down. Don’t bother me.” You hesitated for a second. “Please.” Within your two weeks here you had learned manners got you pretty far with Shouta, allowing you to push the boundary between rude and polite.

Peeking over at the two you saw Hizashi struggling to sit up, but Shouta held fast, pulling him close and murmuring something in his ear. The blond frowned, sharp green eyes narrowing in your direction, but he relaxed into his partner.

“Take it easy kitten. Let us know if you need anything.” You cringed at the sleepy pro’s pet name but took the chance to leave before they changed their minds.

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“I told you those shitty movies weren’t going to work.”

“Yah never know Sho, I thought maybe she’d see us all cuddled up like love birds and want to join after watching something steamy! Not my fault she’s so damn shy.” Hizashi was pouting now.

Shouta hated to see the normally, annoyingly, enthusiastic voice hero like this. Thankfully he had been mentally working on a plan for a while now. Your problem was not only were you shy, but you were so self-conscious you lacked the courage to ask them what you wanted. It was on him to work it out of you. The issue was getting you in the right mood. He knew it would take months before you came around, and if it was just him that would be perfectly fine.

But his sulking partner wasn't going to last that long, and he’d end up doing something to push you further away from them. No, they were going to have to get you to come onto them. What he had in mind made his gut churn a bit in guilt, but if it worked then it would all be worth it.

“Hizashi stop whining. I have a plan to help get her out of her shell.” Hizashi sprang up, emerald eyes wide in delight. “Oh oh, tell me tell me!”

Shouta smiled softly at how fast the man could bounce back. “I had a feeling we were going to need a bit more than movies to encourage her so I had Kayama get me an aphrodisiac. She has troublesome pets of her own so she was more than happy to help out.”

Hizashi was practically vibrating with excitement now. It took everything in him to not shout out in joy. “You’re a genius! So when do we give it to her, now? Tonight? The sooner the bet-”

“No. Not right now,” Shouta cut him off.

“We need to give her some time to settle down, cut it with the pornos, and use it when she least expects it. I’ll decide when the time is right, and let you know once it’s all set up. Can’t have you giving the surprise away now can I.” With that the dark-haired hero pulled Hizashi closer to him for a gentle kiss. “Just be patient Zashi and she’ll be ours willingly.”

----

It had been a little over a week since Hizashi had stopped forcing you to watch those raunchy movies. He still insisted every now and again to watch something, even asking for your own input. He had also thankfully stepped back a bit on the sexual comments and you almost felt comfortable near him.

Tonight, was yet again movie night. Hizashi was already hunkered down on the couch a warm cup of tea clutched in his hands. Shouta silently slunk in from the kitchen, he always managed to spook you with how quietly he moved.

“Here kitten,” he handed you a hot cup of tea and plopped down in between you and the blond. He opened his arms and gestured to you with a questioning eyebrow but you simply mumbled out your thanks for the tea and turned to the tv.

“Alright babes it's show time!” With that Hizashi started the movie and another uneventful night began. You sipped slowly on your tea, it was a bit hot but it felt nice in the cold house.

About thirty minutes into the movie you began to feel a bit... odd. Did you have a fever? You wiggled a bit to try and get comfortable but the burning in your gut only seemed to increase. Something wasn't right, but you couldn’t figure out what.

“You doing alright there kitten?” Shouta questioned while shuffling closer to you. He reached his hand out and gently placed it on your thigh, deep obsidian eyes glinting with amusement.

You yelped, jumping a bit as his large hand made contact with your clothed leg. Even through the fabric he was so warm, and arousal pooled in your stomach. What the fuck was going on? You jumped up, his hand falling to the soft cushion.

“A-ah I’m fine! I don’t feel so good um so... I’m gonna go rest!” You bolted, Hizashi whining in complaint as you took off. “What’s her deal,” he grumbled in annoyance. He glanced over at Shouta and suddenly it dawned on him. The cheeky smirk on the dark pro’s face giving him away.

“Come on Zashi. We’re going to follow her tonight.”

Hizashi shot up in excitement at his partners’ proclamation. A grin that showed just a bit too many teeth splitting his face in half.

“Might need this though,” Shouta murmured as he grabbed his capture weapon.

Heading upstairs the two pros found your bedroom door closed, but due to the lack of a lock it didn't stand as much of a barrier. Hizashi rushed to swing the door wide open, ready to charge in, but was halted by Shouta. “Slow it down we’ve got all night. Don’t want to spook her,” he whispered.

The blond shot him a wink “Aight aight my b,” he whispered back.

You shot up in bed when the door was forcefully thrown open, a familiar pair of green eyes locking onto you. “You doin’ alright there baby girl? I mean I know runnin’ off ain’t too weird for yah but you’ve been so good these past couple days.”

“I’m fine,” you grumbled out. You were in fact not fine. You felt like your body was on fire, and your cunt was aching. Hizashi bounded over, jumping up on the bed and shuffling closer to you. You curled up on yourself, body pressed against the headboard. “Pl-please stop.”

“Aww Sho she’s so damn shy, ain’t she just the cutest thing?”

“Mhmm, the cutest.” Shouta wandered into the room, capture weapon in hand. Why did he have that?

“We’ll finish the movie in here. That way you can continue to rest.” The dark-haired pro turned the tv on in your room and crawled into bed, remote in one hand, weapon in the other. “And so you don’t try to avoid watching the movie...” With that his weapon slowly unraveled, metal alloy winding around your wrists and securing them up above you on the headboard.

“Whoa hey what are you doing! I-I’ll watch the movie I promise!” Shouta planted himself firmly on your right, while Hizashi cuddled up on your left. “Nu-uh baby girl you’ve been dodging movie night! Can’t take any chances now!” Two different hands took up residence on each thigh, Shouta’s gently rubbing circles into your skin while Hizashi’s squeezed and rubbed with a little more force. You had changed into shorts to try and help with how hot you felt, but now you were regretting your decision.

It was torture. Their hands sending tingles of electricity straight to your wet pussy and hardening nipples. You bit back a moan as Hizashi’s hand began to trail further between your thighs so he could get a better grip on the soft skin. If they noticed your uncomfortable squirming they didn't say anything about it. Opting to watch the movie while you grew more and more aroused.

This was ridiculous, you’ve never felt so turned on in your whole life! You held your tongue for fear of letting a moan slip out of your mouth.

A text notification went off to your right. Shouta heaved a sigh as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, but quickly chuckled in amusement upon opening the message.

“What’s up Sho?” Hizashi leaned in closer to you, hand moving upwards, gently bumping up against your clothed sex. In turn Shouta extended his hand towards his partner, knuckles brushing across your sensitive nipple.

You couldn’t hold back the soft moan that passed your lips.

In a fraction of a second two set of sharp eyes darted to you. You hung your head in shame as heat flooded your cheeks.

“What was that baby doll? Someone feelin’ a lil frisky?” The blonds quirk picked up a bit at the end of his sentence and rumbled through your body.

“N-no!” What was with you stuttering? You needed to assert yourself! You felt completely out of control of your own body.

“Oh reallyyy?” With that Hizashi bumped his knuckle up against your clit. You bucked your hips into his hand and let out a pathetic mewl.

“Zashi leave her alone,” Shouta chided the man. You looked over to him, thankful he was always the voice of reason, to feel relief replaced by fear as you saw the predatory glint in his eyes. “Come on now, Kayama sent us a cute little outfit we should buy for our kitten,” as he spoke his hand clutching the phone continued to rub against your perky bud.

The fire in your gut was getting worse, your head felt like it was spinning. Did they.. did they do something to you? Your brain couldn't block out the image of Hizashi’s slender fingers pumping in and out of your wet cunt fast enough and you clenched down on nothing in response. You felt so empty.

“Please!”

“Please stop? Or do you mean please keep going baby girl?” At this point you didn’t know which one it was either. You wanted them to stop, to leave you alone. But at the same time, you needed something. You needed them.

But they made the decision for you. Pulling away both men placed their hands back into their own laps, pants a little more tented than they were a moment ago. “We wouldn't want to do anything without your permission kitten,” the dark hair hero stated as you whined at the loss of contact. Oh so they chose now to be decent human beings?

They were doing this on purpose. You felt your eyes sting a bit as tears threatened to form. Fine if they wanted to play a stupid game you'd play. Raising your head you glared at the tv, hell-bent on not giving them the satisfaction of hearing you beg.

You lasted about fifteen minutes before the burning sensation in your core went from uncomfortably aroused to painful. You wriggled about, desperate to try and generate some friction. You no longer cared that Shouta and Hizashi had turned their attention to you with quirked eyebrows and amused smiles. How fucking patronizing.

“Just say the word baby girl and Sho an’ I can help yah.” Tears were openly falling down your face now as you sniffled miserably. “Pl-please..” you whispered, shame flooding through you.

“Not good enough.” You growled in frustration at Shouta’s dismissal. “If you want help kitten, you’re going to have to tell us exactly what you want.”

You threw your head back in frustration against the headboard. You couldn’t last much longer, they were leaving you with no choice.

It took about three more minutes of them ignoring you before you couldn’t do it anymore. Little sobs racked your body at the intense heat that was pumping through your veins.

“Please!” You cried out. And then the flood gate of promises burst forwards as you tried to tempt them into saving you. “I-I’ll be your good girl. I’ll let you tie me up, dress me up, pin me down, kiss me when you want, hold me during movie nights...” you started off tame working your way to more and more explicit promises.

“I’ll warm your cocks while you grade papers, o-or suck you off, let you fuck me while I’m asleep, anything, everything! Ple-please help me I need you to.. to fuck me please.” To say the men were pleased was an understatement. They had been expecting something, but were blown away with your confessions, each one spiraling into deeper and darker desires. You deserved a reward, now didn't you?

You kept rambling, little hiccups shaking your body while you cried causing you to stutter. You had been so busy trying to figure out what they wanted you to say that you failed to notice your now free hands. Only when Shouta slid behind you did you realize the situation you were in.

Both men had stripped themselves of their remaining clothes, and made quick work of peeling off your damp shirt and drenched panties. Hizashi hunkered down between your thighs. “That wasn’t so hard now was it baby girl? Aww Sho she’s absolutely dripping.” He threw your legs over his shoulders and his hot breath fanned out against your aching cunt.

You barely registered the words he said, opting instead to buck your hips towards his lopsided grin. “Easy now kitten, we’re here don’t worry,” Shouta murmured low into your ear. Gently he bit down on your earlobe while he hands came up and began to work on your tender breasts. His solid cock was flush with your lower back, gently throbbing as you wiggled for Hizashi’s attention.

“See now ain’t it just so much better when you tell us what you want.”

“Don’t torture her Zashi come on now, she’s waited long enough.”

The man barked a laugh before delving right in, not wasting a second more. His eager tongue delved between your delicate folds, working its way up and down. You threw your head back against Shouta’s shoulder, crying out in relief and pleasure. It wasn't enough, but fuck it was something, and he was good at it.

Shouta’s fingers pinched and rolled your nipples while Hizashi began to experiment with delving his tongue deeper inside, nose brushing up against your clit. Your hands wrapped around Shouta’s wrists as you attempted to ground yourself. You had only just begun and you could already feel your oncoming orgasm, your walls desperately clenching down on the blondes skilled tongue. You had been denied for so long it would only take a little bit more.

He hummed in satisfaction as he felt you getting close, quirk sending vibrations straight to your core and you snapped. You closed your eyes as your hips bucked up against his face. He held fast, hands digging into your thighs as he eagerly lapped you up. You moaned without restraint, Shouta’s lips flush against your neck as he nipped and sucked marks into your skin.

When you finally stopped squirming Hizashi pulled away with a cheeky grin, mouth glistening with your arousal. “Fuck baby girl you already finished?” No, it wasn't enough. You needed more!

“Please, I need more..I..” “Shh don’t worry kitten, we know what you need.” The blond leaned forwards and locked lips with his black-haired partner behind you. Shouta groaned into his mouth, cock throbbing eagerly against your back. From here you could see the blondes cock as well. He had an impressive length, red tip dripping pre-cum as it flexed with his arousal.

With a free hand you reached out and gripped his enticing member, earning a surprised moan from the hero. He pulled back looking down at you with lust clouded eyes. “As much as I want to fuck you until you sing, it’s Sho’s turn. Mm but shit do those small hands of yours look good wrapped around me.” He gave an experimental thrust of his hips into your grip before pulling away. Shouta began to move as well, swapping places with the blonde. You were flipped around, Hizashi crawling under you while Shouta pulled you up and back so you were on all fours.

“I could get used to a view like this,” Shouta said with satisfaction. The blond couldn't agree more, after all he was about to get a front row seat to his partner fucking you silly. His greedy hands came up and gripped the back of your head, pulling your face down for a deep kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, but you didn't care.

With your head pulled down your ass was arched up and Shouta couldn't help but give it an experimental slap. You yelped in pain, wriggling forwards out of his grip. “Sorry kitten I just couldn’t help myself. Your ass is just so perfect.” He kneaded the sore flesh affectionately as an apology.

The burning in your core had returned full force from what little Hizashi had done earlier to ease it, and you once again found yourself rocking your hips back against the dark haired hero. With his cock in hand he began to teasingly run it up and down your sopping cunt. Not this again.

You cried out into Hizashi’s mouth attempting to pull away from him in order to force the man behind you to fuck you, but both men held your firmly in place. Shouta took a moment longer to enjoy how needy you were before giving you what you wanted, the head of his cock slowly breaching your tight walls.

Your cries of frustration turned into cries of pleasure and Hizashi ate them up. Shouta began to gently pump himself into you. The aphrodisiac and Hizashi’s prepping making you wet enough he could slam into you if he wanted, but he needed to take his time. After all this wasn’t about him, it was about you. Showing you just what he and his partner could give you, how well they could provide for your every need.

Below you Hizashi took his own cock into his hand and broke off the kiss, pumping into his fist at the same excruciatingly slow pace Shouta was fucking you. He watched the pleasure consume you, eyes twisted shut as you took his partners cock like the perfect little girl you were. As Shouta began to pick up his pace, not only did Hizashi match it, he got the pleasure of watching your tits bounce in rhythm to the sturdy hips snapping against your ass. He could die right here a very happy man.

You were babbling now that your mouth was no longer consumed by the blond hero, pleas and mewls spilling forth as you allowed the men to alleviate the burning inside you. “You’re just so fucking cute ain’t you, shit I hope you’re still needy when Sho’s done cause fuck do I want to feel that perfect lil pussy of yours.” Speaking of, the man behind you let out a groan as you clenched down on him hard when he hit a particular spot inside you, velvety walls trying to milk him for all he was worth.

“She’s so fucking tight, so perfect. Shit, I think she’s going to cum again.” Shouta leaned down, muscular chest flush against your back as he wrapped his arm around you, hand reaching between your legs to stimulate your neglected clit. You bucked back into him at the sudden sensation. Hizashi’s free hand reached up and began to tweak your left nipple, desperate to see what your face looked like when you came undone on top of him.

The conjoined efforts of the two men sent you once again over the edge, face contorting in pleasure as your walls fluttered around Shouta’s cock. Moans and whimpers tumbled from your mouth. Shouta’s hips began to stutter a bit at the sensation of your walls clamping down on him, quickly approaching his own climax.

He began to slam into you, his thick member forcing itself deep within with each snap of his hips. With his chest flush against you, and arms tightly holding you in place he finally stilled. Groans of pleasure fell from his mouth as he pumped his hot cum into you, the remedy for the aphrodisiac bringing you immediate relief. Holding your exhausted body off of Hizashi, Shouta kept you plugged with his cock in order to undo the aphrodisiac as best he could.

The sight of both of you finishing above the blond was beyond a dream come true. He had been helping himself along this entire time and couldn’t contain himself any longer.

“Fuck do I wish I had a camera both my babes cumming one after the other I’m on cloud fuckin’ nine! Prop her up and slide out for me baby, it’s my turn to help cool down our girl.”

With a grunt the dark-haired pro sat up, continuing to press you firmly to him. His cock slowly slid out and his cum immediately began to run down your thighs. He maneuvered you so you were sitting over Hizashi’s waiting cock before lowering you down.

You whined at the feeling of the slimmer man entering you. Shouta had him in girth, but Hizashi won when it came to length.

“There you go baby girl, shit! You weren’t lying Sho she’s so tight I don’t think I’m gonna last that long.”

Quickly the blond began to snap his hips up into your limp body, only upright thanks to the man behind you. Words of praise tumbled from the blond as he fucked up into you. True to his word he didn’t last much longer, the entirety of the night catching up to him as he began to cum inside you. Unlike Shouta he continued fucking his seed into you until he finally stilled.

You were absolutely spent, and a complete mess.

“Seems we made a mess in your bed kitten, you can sleep with Hizashi and I until we wash your sheets.” He began to pull you up off the satisfied hero below you, his length slipping out, causing even more cum to run down your thighs and onto the blond’s lap. Not that he minded.

“Lets get all cleaned up babes and ready for bed!” You were too tired to protest, relaxing in Shouta’s arms. Come tomorrow you had a lot to think about regarding what happened. But for now, with your body no longer burning, a warm shower sounded like heaven.

#tw: noncon #yandere aizawa #yandere shouta aizawa #yandere hizashi yamada #yandere erasermic #yandere x reader #yandere my hero academia #aphrodisiac #yandere x you