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bigskydreaming · 3 years

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Okay, so you know “Justice League meets Batman’s kids, who they’d previously been unaware existed” AUs?

So picture that.....but this time, instead of them just having no knowledge of any of these other Gotham vigilantes at all....the Batkids all migrate to various cities as they get older and become known as their protectors - Dick in Bludhaven, Tim in San Francisco, Cass in Hong Kong, etc....

Meaning they’re all established figures, the Justice League are aware of them as solo local heroes who stick to their cities and so they just don’t interact with them much if at all, or else some are members of team lineups but are particularly vague about their histories or life outside of the team’s adventures....

So the big reveal isn’t that they become aware of all these other Gotham vigilantes all at once....its that some big conflict or whatever requires a huge team up of all available heroes, and in the aftermath, they figure out that like.....despite being known as solo heroes who work alone or loners outside of their team settings, 80% of these heroes all not only seem to already know each other, they seem to be related.

And so naturally they all turn to Batman, who has profiles on every known hero and they thus figure had researched these individuals too and just never mentioned this little detail, and they’re like, “Did you know about this?”

And then Nightwing turns to him too, arms crossed and is like, “Yeah Dad, did you know about this?”

And the infamous Red Hood is all: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have never met any of these people before in my life. Lives? Whatever.”

And then Red Robin moodily grates out “I have no siblings.” Since he’s nursing a grudge since Dick and Jason broke into his apartment the night before and replaced all his custom Red Robin gear with Darkwing Duck merchandise and his vengeance will be swift and also totally disproportionate because things escalate quickly in this family, that’s true in every universe.

Cass meanwhile has deftly skewered Jason’s lie by walking over to him and brazenly patting down the man with many many guns with no fear whatsoever. He squawks and futilely attempts to bat her hands away as she riffles through his many pockets, but he doesn’t seem shocked, just annoyed. Eventually, she pulls away and triumphantly reveals a box of Hello Kitty themed band-aids.

“So these are yours then? Just for you?” Black Bat asks smugly. Red Hood squints at the box.

“What the fuck? How long have those been in my jacket? Why are those in my jacket? Did you freaking plant them in my jacket just on the offchance you could at some point in the distant future use them at my expense?”

Black Bat frowns, puzzled. “Yes?”

“Oh come on, Dead Hood,” Spoiler says with an exaggerated toss of her head meant to convey she’s rolling her eyes beneath her own mask. She skips her way across the room to Black Bat and then drapes herself languidly all over the smaller woman. Who in turn doesn’t so much as twitch beneath the sudden added mass as Spoiler holds out her hand towards the box of band-aids.

“One please. I have a boo-boo,” she says with easy familiarity straight into the intimidating cowl of Black Bat. Only then does she deign to finish her train of thought with Red Hood.

“I mean seriously, are you saying you don’t have potential blackmail set-ups, pre-rigged releases of incriminating material, and a random assortment of traps, pratfalls and mortifying scenarios in place for the express purpose of being able to humiliate any and all of your siblings at any given moment, without any need for additional prep time?”

“Is this true, Little Wing?” Nightwing whirls on the larger Red Hood with a faux-scandalized gasp. The founder and leader of the Titans, formerly the Teen Titans, renowned for his stratagems and calm competence when directing squads of supers in the heat of battle while he keeps pace with nothing more than naturally acquired acrobatics and a utility belt that apparently uses the same technology as Wonder Woman’s invisible jet....now appears to be....staggering with the back of his hand pressed to his forehead, moaning about how he felt....faint?

What is happening right now, several dozen superheroes want to know. Is this a drill? Are they supposed to be checking for signs of a mental ambush from undetected psychic saboteurs? Did they all hit their heads at the exact same time and are now experiencing some kind of shared mass concussion?

Look, that wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to ever happen on the Watchtower.

“Have I failed you so utterly?” The veteran child hero bemoans with a dramatic twirl - that when contrasted with his stern demeanor of a mere ten minutes ago - makes the fears of telepathic infiltration seem less paranoia and more....concerningly probable. “Did you learn nothing from me? Did you learn nothing from B?”

He stops and jabs a finger up at the sky. “Quick, everyone! What is the very first rule of Living While Batty?”

As if by rote, over a half a dozen voices chime in from all over the room, causing various heroes to jump. Spooked by yet more and more vigilantes joining in some kind of mass recitation like they and they alone have some kind of clue what the hell is going on and everyone else just hadn’t been invited to the party. Which is just rude, honestly. Nobody likes feeling like they weren’t invited to the party. Not even superheroes.

“If you’re not going to bother preparing for every possible contingency and at least six impossible ones, you might as well just stay in bed.”

Even the Red Hood joins in the Illuminati chant or Cub Scout pledge or demonic ritual or whatever the fuck that just was, though his slumped and exasperated posture gives away every hint of sulkiness his headgear otherwise would have kept safely hidden. He’s surprisingly more...expressive, than most who’d only known of him by reputation had expected him to be. The day continues to yield surprises.

“Of fucking course I do,” he growls out, snatching the box from Black Bat. She doesn’t even fight to hold onto it, just lets it go with a knowing smirk. “I wasn’t surprised by the idea of it, I was just surprised she bothered with such a weak effort. Like yeah whatever, actually those could be mine. I use those all the time at home. So what?”

He aggressively yanks one of the band-aids out of the box, fumbles with the peel-off strips with one hand and he roughly rolls up the sleeve of his jacket with the other. Then just slaps it on his forearm and raises said appendage high, showing it off this way and that. “See?”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Signal drawls from the other side of the room, nodding his head approvingly. “Totally convincing. Nice job walking that one back, you really showed them.”

Red Hood’s head snaps in his direction with ominous intent. “Watch it, Day-Glo.”

Signal just snorts.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna take constructive criticism on my name and costume from a dude who’s spent the last several years calling himself Red HOOD while running around in a freaking HELMET.”

“Its not meant to be literal, you fucking pedant.”

“So wait, its not literally a helmet? Huh, does it at least protect your head literally, or just like...symbolically? Like if Bane were to clock you across the head, would your concussion just be a metaphor? What’s the treatment protocol for a metaphorical concussion? Fluids, bedrest and a philosophical prescription of two chapters of Chicken Soup for the Soul as needed?”

“Laugh it up, KC and the Sunshine Band,” Red Hood bats back. “You just got yourself disinvited from Thursday night’s poker game.”

Signal just grins and folds his arms over his chest cockily. “Please. You’ve been looking for an excuse to ban me for weeks, cuz you know until you can prove I’m using my ghost vision to cheat, you can’t actually bring suit against me for it in Family Court.”

“That, and also Family Court isn’t a real thing, you toddler. Stop validating Wing-a-ding-ding’s obsession with Shitty TV Nostalgia and just call it that thing where Oracle traps us all in a room until we settle our latest fight without anyone getting stabbed.”

“Yeah, but like, say that five times fast,” Spoiler pipes up. “Its just not practical. Family Court’s way easier.”

“Says the one who’s not even in our fucking family.”

“And yet I grace you all with my sublime presence anyway,” she blows a kiss at him, beatifically unbothered. “You’re welcome.”

The Red Hood scoffs and rounds on his heel, zeroing in on Batwoman in the far corner.

“Hey Auntie B, my siblings are all dead to me and I just helped stop an alien invasion so I deserve nice things like a fun Saturday night. Can you get me into Dad’s fundraiser so I can crash it? He won’t put me back on the list until I promise not to bring any C-4 with me and I won’t promise not to bring any C-4 because he should just trust me that I won’t when I say I’m not gonna and he won’t trust me that I won’t until I admit I shouldn’t have brought any to that sting last month where three tiny little yachts blew up through barely any fault of my own, and I’m just not gonna do that ever because I have convictions and I feel I shouldn’t have to be punished for that. Y’know?”

Batwoman blinks at him. “Kid, I’m not gonna lie to you. You’re my nephew and I love you, but I stopped listening three seconds into all that.”

“Ugh, fine. Can you help me crash Dad’s event tonight so I can teach him a lesson about why he should just trust me not to make a scene so I don’t have to always make a scene to make a point.”

“Tempting as you make that sound,” she says wryly, “I have a strict policy for dealing with you lot and your......everything. I only worry about tolerating one of you at a time, and there’s seven of you, and seven days in the week. You each get your own. You know perfectly well its Robin’s day today. You get me on Tuesday, just like always.”

“Auntie B, we’re not like other families, are we?” Red Robin’s delivery is sarcastically childish and his question clearly rhetorical. Most of his attention is fixated on whatever it is he’s doing with his wrist-mounted computer.

“No sweetie, we’re all severely fucked in the head and a little bit too comfortable with that.”

“Just checking. Oh hey, Hood, I just emailed you a patch for the hole in your firewall I exploited when replacing all my shit using your accounts just now.”

“You did what?”

“Used your accounts to pay to replace all my stuff that you fucked with last night?” Red Robin says slowly. “Did you not realize that I’ve been sticking within ten feet of you for the past five minutes just so I could clone your devices and do all that while BB and Spoiler kept you distracted? I gotta say, bro, I feel like that’s on you then.”

Red Hood swivels his helmeted head in the direction of the aforementioned two. Black Bat waves. Spoiler shoots him an utterly unrepentant thumbs up.

“You’d side with your ex over me? That’s what its come to?”

“My only allegiance is to chaos,” Spoiler says brightly. Black Bat shrugs.

“Plus he bribes better.”

“Hateful,” Red Hood points at Black Bat, moving on to level the same finger at Spoiler, who curtsies in acknowledgment: “Hateful-er.”

Then the finger rounds the bases to aim judgmentally at Red Robin. “Hateful-est. And that was all Nightwing’s idea anyway, not mine.”

“Oh, I assumed as much,” he says casually. “Your idea of a prank tends to have more of a Carrie vibe. Or be a literal literary reenactment.”

“Its called an homage, 4chan.”

“Whatever, plagiarist. And anyway, I couldn’t go after ‘Wing for payback on this one. He used an Immunity card. If you didn’t want me getting back at you, you should have used one too."

Red Hood looms aggressively. Red Robin ignores willfully. Round and round they go. Superheroes who can survive excessive G-Forces are getting dizzy just watching them have a largely motionless stand-off. That shouldn’t be how that works, but whatever. All the most infamously reclusive and isolated heroes in all hero-dom are apparently part of the same one big reclusive and isolated family of fucked up weirdos and they’re all officially bonkers. Nothing makes sense anymore. Reality broke. Try another stall.

“Okay, but see, in order to have an Immunity card, I would have to participate in one of you losers’ stupid Immunity challenges,” the Red Hood drags out with exaggerated patience. “And I’m just not going to do that, on account of those all being fucking stupid. You see the problem there?”

Red Robin just shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you, bro. You can have principles or you can have an Immunity card. You can’t have both.”

Meanwhile, on another side of....the same room.....look, its like, an octagonal room, probably. It has a lot of sides. Robin fends off questions from an aggrieved looking Superboy.

“You never told me you had a bajillion brothers and sisters!”

“Yes but I never said I didn’t either.”

Superboy rolls his eyes. “Oh yeah, so I should just assume everyone I meet has a bajillion secret brothers and sisters?”

“Well clearly it would have worked out in your favor in this instance if you had, now wouldn’t it?”

“Assuming of course that you can trust what has been said or implied here today and I am actually related to any of those numbskulls. Which I am not actually admitting to,” Robin tacks on hastily.

Superboy eyes him dubiously. “You joined in the same creepy chant all the others did and then got super self-conscious and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Which uh. I did.”

“First off, your interpretation of body language is abyssmal. I do not get self-conscious,” Robin says with a delivery that probably could have benefited from being a little less self-conscious. “And second....that proves nothing. I guessed what they were going to say.”

“Word for word,” Superboy says super-skeptically.

“I’m very good at guessing things. You know this.”

“Okay. Guess how much I believe you right now then.”

Robin glares and folds his arms grumpily across his chest.

“And what was that anyway? Was that like....you guys’ family motto or something like that?”

“Oh no,” Spoiler pipes up. “That’s much shorter.”

Superboy balks at that. “Wait, you guys actually have one of those for real?”

“Yup,” Steph says, counting out the words with her fingers. “He who laughs last....probably works for the Joker. So tranq him just to be safe. See? Only sixteen words. The first rule of Living While Batty is way longer, and what we said was just the abridged version. You should hear the original, before Black Bat put her foot down and refused to memorize it unless sizable edits were made.”

Superboy hovers between her and Robin now, both in mid-air and on the verge of taking Spoiler’s words as an invitation to hear just that. A low growl arises from Robin’s direction.

“Must you?” He asks the older vigilante, with a most put upon expression.

She looks at him pityingly. “Do you actually need me to answer that? Like, we’ve met, right? Hi, I’m Spoiler.”

“Wait, so Robin said that I just never specifically asked him if he had a bajillion brothers and sisters, and that’s why he didn’t tell me, so that means he wouldn’t have just lied and there’s not some code of secrecy that flat out forbids telling other people stuff, right?” Superboy realizes excitedly.

“Yes, excellent direction. Go on,” Spoiler says, steepling her fingers. Robin buries his face in the palm of one hand.

“Soooo, what other stuff could you tell me about Robin’s super top secret family that I wouldn’t think to ask about but that he would tell me about if I knew what questions to ask?”

She claps once, lightly but with emphasis. “Well done. You’ve passed the first barrier. Untold secrets await you behind just a few more.”

“I’ll get you for this,” Robin vows calmly. She waves a hand at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you do it before January 1st, remember? You’ve promised retribution like ten times already this year and those don’t roll over, y’know. Rules are rules.”

“Enough!” Thunders a voice then, from the front of the room. Well one of the fronts anyway. Like sides, it has a lot of them, but this is the one where Batman’s standing. All eyes snap to him. Which is kinda just what eyes do when Batman says stuff like that. Its like his superpower, except he doesn’t actually have superpowers, which is what makes it scary. But where the snapping of the eyes (directional) is usually followed by Batman saying something else besides just “hey look at me,” here he pauses in the wake of his own call to attention’s waning reverberations. Uncharacteristically silent.

Not that, y’know, he’s normally Mr. Talkity Talk, but usually his silences feel like he has the words to fill them, he’s just withholding them. This though, this feels more like he doesn’t have any words at all. And he’s as confused by it as any of them, and most everyone else is confused by Batman being confused, and its this whole trickle down economy of confusion and its wrecking havoc on the value of the golden silence standard.

Of course, not everyone present is rendered spellbound with confusion.

“C’mon B,” Nightwing cajoles, leaning forward and practically radiating delight. “I think you know what you have to do now. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Its not likely to come around again.”

Red Hood snickers beneath his helmet and chimes in. “Yeah Pops, go ahead. You do this and you’ll actually have my respect for a whole twenty four hours. No, wait. Sixteen. No! Eight. Yeah, eight. Still a good deal.”

“Carpe diem, B,” Red Robin grins, leaning back as if to enjoy the show.

“Hey! Infringe on my trademark one more time, dude,” Signal throws a faux-glare at the former. Red Robin just quirks an eyebrow.

“And what, you’ll start saying Yum every time you eat a burger? Oh no. I’m hoist by my own petard.”

Signal flips him off with a grin and then redirects his attention back to Batman. “Yeah seriously though B, you kinda gotta do it now. Because if you don’t do it, then you’ll forever be the guy who didn’t do it, and you don’t want to be that guy, do you?”

“Yeah you really don’t want to be that guy,” Spoiler shouts out. “Nobody likes that guy. He’s the worst.”

“Do it, do it,” Black Bat starts chanting beside her, steadily picking up speed and volume. Several others start joining in. Even Robin appears to be slightly anticipatory, albeit trying very hard to hide it.

Batman sighs, and somehow everyone manages to hear it. Stills. Waits for....something? Nobody but them seems to have any clue what, but the air is thick and heavy with portentiousness. Something is about to happen, and all most of the heroes present could say for sure is it was something they never would have in a million years seen coming.

Finally, Batman straightens with the resigned air of a man about to have oh so many regrets. He crosses his arms, shakes his head, and in an absolute deadpan monotone, says:

“You are awful children. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing your father.”

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cherry-gemz · 3 years

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Only You: Ransom Drysdale x You

Summary: You and Ransom are an unlikely pair: different social classes, different personalities. But you find yourself together, but after an eventful evening, will it last?

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+, mention of smut, slight dom!/sub!, tw violence, anger, roleplaying

A/N: My entry for @the-ce-horniest-book-club drabbles. This is meant to be silly roleplay. Just what the reader and Ransom do to spicy things up. I do not condone violence or any aggressive behavior. Everyone has consent. Under 18 DNI, pls.

Prompt: "I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"It's not ridiculous. I saw it with my own eyes."

"You're crazy!"

"You better believe it, doll, but I'm not stupid. I know when two people have slept together."

"Ran, you need to get your eyes checked!" You spat and threw your drink at his face. The rest of the restaurant viewed the lover's spat and couldn't look away.

He wiped the drink from his face and shook the excess off from his hand. A devilish smirk appeared and then his face remained still.

Maybe I went too far, you thought. He's going to kill me.

***

Ransom Drysdale. His name was well known in the tri-state area: prolific playboy, a different woman on his arm every week. The only child of Richard Drysdale and Linda Thrombey, and grandson of Harlan Thrombey, a successful writer and mystery novelist extraordinaire. His arrogance and charisma originally turned you off though.

As the New England Club tennis instructor, you found yourself loathing the bratty socialite at first. His extreme good looks and physique were of course delicious to look at, but when he started up lessons with you, you nearly quit. He was a cocky son-of-a-bitch. Never much for small talk on the court.

The Thrombey's in general were self pretentious jerks; leeching off the renowned writer that started his publishing company from the ground up. Not quite old money, but definitely not new. No, the Thromby's were definitely fat cats when talking of wealth and status, but underneath all the designer clothing and flashy cars were hypocritical jerks and wankers. They weren't the self made millionaires as they proclaimed. No, Daddy Thrombey had every part in their success. Without his help, they'd be a fisherman's family.

But Ransom, oh Ransom. You were abhorrently disgusted at how he talked to the staff at the club. Shouting at the waiters when they got his whiskey or scotch order incorrect. Tossing plates at the hostess when his steak wasn't prepared to his likening. Even the pro shop boys were afraid of him that one time he went all Mcintyre on his newly strung racket.

But with you he was different. No, with you he was charming, polite...sweet even. Which made you weary even more of his intentions. He hadn't half bad at the game either, you thoroughly enjoyed playing a match with him. He took a lot of his aggression and stress out on the court and it was fun being competitive.

Eventually he asked you out for a drink, after two times of declining you accepted...mainly because you were curious of how a lazy, spoiled, man-child that was pushing early thirties, could still be so damn attractive.

So that date became two...those two dates became a month. And before you knew it, you were together six months and shocked that he was still entertained. The girls at the front desk were always flirting with him, but ever since you two were dating, he only had eyes for you.

And you for him. Until one night at a local restaurant, where while you waited for him to arrive, you sat at the bar nursing your dry martini. The man that Ransom accused you of sleeping with was attractive. A bit older than what you'd dated in the past, but attractive nonetheless.

"Here alone?" His voice was like butter as he pulled the stool next to you. You crossed your legs and flashed a thigh, your elongated stems were velvety and smooth from a wax appointment earlier that morning. You bit into the green olive and pulled it slowly off the wooden pick, your lips pursed and enticing, stained with a bordeaux wine color.

"Not exactly," you purred as you looked him up and down. His trim physique and armani suit was to be impressed by.

"Well, if you were my date I would never leave your side," he replied as he motioned to the bartender.

You leaned over the bar, pushing your chest up, giving ample viewing.

"Is that right?"

"Indeed. Why, I would kiss the ground you walk on, you're Aphrodite in the flesh."

You smile and giggle at the attention you receive. Unaware that Ransom had arrived and was watching the two of you from afar. The man slinked his hand on your thigh and you startle.

"I have a hotel room not too far from here, what do you say?"

You chest began to burn at the touch of his rough hands. Hands you were not used to. Why, the ones that would caress you down were soft, strong, and lean. Ones that never worked a day in their life.

You grab his hand and twist his wrist and unrelent. Gritting a smile through your teeth, you whisper in the intruder's ear.

"I say, if you lay another finger on me, you'll be peeing through a catheter for a week."

The man whimpered as you released your grip. Ransom barged between you two and decked him square in the jaw.

"You asshole!" He shouted as some patrons screamed. "Don't touch her."

Your intruder fell flat to the ground and everyone stared.

"C'mon, Y/N," Ransom's voice bellowed.

"I'm not done with my drink," you jest.

"I'll buy you a million more elsewhere, let's go."

The man got up slowly and rubbed his jaw, he started to yell obscenities, but security arrived and whisks him away.

"Did you know that guy?" He demanded. His east coast accent always came out thicker when he raised his voice.

You cooly take a sip of your drink, "What? Of course not."

"Yous looked like you did."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, I'm not here for like five seconds and you already have a guy drooling over you. You let him touch you, Y/N!"

"I didn't let him do anything," you pull your compact out of your clutch and fix the crease of your eyelid makeup and brush it with your finger. You snap your compact shut and you can feel Ransom's temper build. His blood boiling, the nerve of that man. Touching you. Thinking that he could satisfy you. It got you hot that Ransom was jealous.

"Well what did you say to him? I saw you whisper in his ear!"

"I just warned him to not touch me again. I can handle myself Ran."

"You've been sleeping with him."

"That's rich, Ransom."

"Tell me I'm wrong."

You look at him dead straight in the eye, "You're wrong." His chest puffed, his cheeks red. He was showing a different side of him.

"Ransom doesn't like to share," you smirk and he slips his hand behind the small of your back.

"I won't ask again, Y/N. Let's go."

You sit up from the stool, "That was you asking?"

"You know what, Y/N…"

"What?"

"We're over."

Your heart drops to your stomach and you want to puke. We're over? Why? Because of some dumb misunderstanding? Is he serious?

"I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"It's not ridiculous. I saw it with my own eyes."

"You're crazy!"

"You better believe it, doll, but I'm not stupid. I know when two people have slept together."

"Ran, you need to get your eyes checked!" You spat and threw your drink at his face. The rest of the restaurant viewed the lover's spat and couldn't look away.

He wiped the drink from his face and shook the excess off from his hand. You storm out of the restaurant with him quickly behind you. Your heels pound on the cement as you turn the corner around the dark building. The sound of the harbor waves and the rocking of the boats can be heard from a distance.

"Y/N."

You continue to stride along the brick wall, the moon shone above the inked sky.

"Y/N!" He repeated as he grasped you by the hips. You peered into his blue eyes and searched for answers. He stared intently into yours and didn't say anything. Within seconds, he smashed his lips onto yours, smearing the once perfectly colored lips. His hands cupped your face with a strong hold and you grabbed his dress shirt collar and pressed your body into his.

His hands roam up and down your silhouette, then they find themselves on your globes and he clutches your ass.

He grunts through the kiss as you sigh seductively. He peppers his kisses down your cheek to your neck and sucks on your chest, leaving a mark.

"Ran…" you say breathlessly as his left hand trails up your thigh.

"You are mine…" he coos as you nod.

"Yes, baby…"

"He had no right to touch you."

"No, it was bad. You taught him a lesson."

"You've been bad, it's your turn for a lesson," he whispers in your ear as he inserts his tongue and runs it along your lobe. Chills rub up and down your body and you build a pool between your legs.

"So bad…" you tease.

"Y/N…" he says as you grasp his excitement through his trousers.

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what baby?" He asks as he slips a digit beneath your panties.

"That we're over," you squeak as you close your eyes and he continues to pleasure you.

"Yes…" he ramps up his ministrations and you grab his wrist, unhappy with his answer. He smiles devilishly.

"Ransom!"

He stops, but doesn't leave his hand from your folds. He looks earnestly in your eyes, even though the unlit side of the restaurant, you can tell he's exposed and being real.

"In ways that I'm done hiding, baby. No more. I want you to be my girl, I want to tell everyone."

This is the Ransom that you know, not the man who hated his family and has never had a nice thing said about him. No, he's a complicated one, but he's yours.

"W-what?" You choke. You had been on the down low all these months considering you were his tennis instructor. You'd be fired for breaching the conflict of interest with a client, and you weren rich like him. The strutiny you'd receive from his family, from the town. All eyes would be on you. He cups your cheek with his free hand.

"Move in with me, baby. I'm crazy about you. I don't want anyone else. You're it, doll."

"Ran…"

"What do you say?" He asks as he starts to pleasure you once again and stifle a giggle.

"You are nuts," you reply as you see stars.

"Fine. But next time I choose the roleplaying, tonight got out of hand," you say and shove him playfully.

"Sure thing, baby. Whatever you say."

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malebodyinvasion · 4 years

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Another Favor from Him (Alvin's POV)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

This is a sequel to Babysitter for A Day.

I suggest reading Another Favor from Him (Ryan's POV) first before proceeding to this one.

Last night I asked Ryan a favor if he and I could swap bodies. I told him I need to pickup an order from a store next city but I have a special meeting tomorrow. That meeting is not really that important so I decided to get the package myself in Ryan's body. I haven't told him that the order was a collector's edition of a vintage vinyl record I am interested as of late. If I told him he may not agree. Forgive me Ryan.

After my opening speech, I swapped our consciousness right away. When I opened my new eyes, I was in front of the dining table having breakfast. As expected, he will get up late. I cannot blame him since he rarely got sleep before his licensure exam.

"This is the second time I'm eating the food I prepared this morning." I told myself. Ryan's voice is really a music to my ear, or rather, his ear.

I stood up to place the plates on the sink. "Woah." I said adjusting to my new balance. Being a few inches shorter and less muscular reminds me of the days I was new to workout.

May be I should take a bath before leaving home? While walking, I noticed that Ryan have no underwear under his tight shorts and his morning wood is caressing between the cloth and his legs. This reminds me of that one time he mentioned that if he kept his morning wood untouched, he will be bothered for the whole day. And I'm starting to feel that. I hope he doesn't mind me dealing with it.

Thinking about it, makes it harder. I have a crush on Ryan and being in his body makes me excited. Ever since I met him, I always keep my cool so he would respect me. I realized my feelings for him after that one time I taught him to dance. I always think how's he doing whenever I'm at work and he's at the campus. I'm so worried about him I joined him every time he take a walk at night. And I'm enjoying it.

I pick some clothes from his closet. Is it just me or he had few pairs of underwear? It's not even enough for a week. Wait... Don't tell me he enjoys going commando?! Not that I'm against it, but the fabric of these shorts I'm currently wearing, or Ryan's body is wearing, is not good for the skin, plus the fact it's fitted in a sensitive area! I'll grab some garments for him after I got my order.

After deciding what to wear, I went to bath. I removed his shirt revealing his quite lean body. As I thought, he's really a twink, or a twunk? Then I removed his tight shorts revealing an enormous member. I can't believe what I'm seeing. The length, the girth, the popping veins -- it's impressive. It's bigger than mine! His balls is the same size as mine and he is younger than me. It makes me wonder how he could manage to hide it from me, err... to keep it unnoticed from the eyes of others. He might be a grower.

I have no time for this. I need to hurry before the store got busy. I groped his member with his left hand and pumped it, as his right hand caressed the soap over his body. The perks of being ambidextrous. I shot the cum towards my current legs and quickly wash everything from there to the feet. Then, I dried myself and wore the clothes I picked.

Since I used my car going to the resort this morning, I rode a bus going to the next city. I'm never this bored, or maybe I'm just always busy with work so I never feel empty. I checked Ryan's phone for games but he doesn't have any. I opened some of his applications and scroll for something interesting -- except I saw those e-books, some are paid and some are pirated. I should have expect that from a former examinee. I tried to take a peek from his diary app but it's password protected. I'm kind of curious. Then, I checked his pictures and I was surprised with how many stolen shots of me he had. Could it be... that it's more than respect? That he likes me too somehow? No, no. I should not jump to weird conclusions. I continuously explored his phone and saw some pictures of us together. I cannot help but smile. I'm going to miss him if ever he leave my unit. Such a nice guy.

Few minutes later, I arrived to my destination. I hurriedly walk towards the store. I almost forgot that I'm not in my body so I presented the manager a sort of authorization letter. While waiting for the manager, I walked around the shop to look for other items that may pick my interest. But at the end, I left the shop with only my order.

"I should look for some clothes," I mumbled. I entered one of the popular clothing boutique and pick some tops and bottoms that may suit Ryan's body. I also grabbed three pairs of underwear for him. I decided to try out some of the clothes to get a better judgment. With his cute and handsome face, any combination of clothes fit his appearance well. I cannot stop myself from getting amazed of his body everytime I removed and put on some of the clothes, and found myself getting hard. I grope his hands over his bulge. No, no. It's not the right time or place. Besides, I'm not supposed to do anything that may result me releasing pleasure.

Furthermore, I took some photos while inside the fitting room. Ryan sure will love it. It gives me an idea to change my current attire to some of the clothes I just bought.

"The weather is great. Maybe I should look around until afternoon. I'm sure Ryan won't mind." I told myself while typing a text message for Ryan. "I hope he had my phone with him."

During my stroll, there was this guy who keeps on checking on me. When I accidentally looked at him in the eye, he gave me a wink and started caressing his pectorals over his tank top. This dude is obviously flirting and trying to get into Ryan's pants. But there's no way in Earth, he could have Ryan. I'm the one in control and I'm sure you’re not Ryan's type.

Suddenly, this dude grabbed my arms and pulled me. Now that his near me, I could say he has the same build as my body with only an inch or two shorter. He looks familiar but I can’t put my finger where I see this guy. I tried to resist and shout for help but there are no other people here and his grip is too strong I can't run away. We entered an isolated public restroom and locked the door.

"I know you want this too," the guy told me in the ear. His voice is kind of sexy and Ryan's penis twitches one after another. He pressed me against a wall and started kissing my borrowed neck. I don't know if I'm enjoying it but I can tell that Ryan's body is getting excited on what is happening. He raised his head and gave Ryan's lip a passionate kiss. My current body is like acting on its own when I answered his tongue with my current tongue. It seems this dude really knows what is he doing. Then he placed his right hand over my hardening wood. He freed my mouth from the kiss. "It’s Kevin. I always want to do this ever since I saw you in the gym.” That’s it! This guy is one of the gym patrons. I rarely see him but it seems he knew Ryan. Do Ryan have a thing for this guy? But I’m sure I am better in looks.

“I think you have mistaken.” I retorted.

“Doubt it. You’re big fellow down here is telling me the opposite.” He answered back as he started unbuckling my pants. He knelt down and pulled it down and he is surprised by how huge Ryan’s bulge is. He is probably as amazed as I am. No, no. it’s not a time for this. I need to get out of here.

But before I could take any action, he quickly stands up and kisses me again. He continuously caressed his hands over my bulge. “Aghhh,” I let out a huge moan. He then removed his tank top revealing his eight-pack abs. My body is more defined but Ryan’s excitement and my currently weak resistance somehow makes things harder for me to fight back. I’m afraid that I’m giving in.

Kevin

I moved my hands over his pectorals and start pinching his nipples. “Oh, that’s great!!” He shouted erotically. “Please lick it, Ryan.” Then I placed Ryan’s lip over his pecs swallowing its entirety. I used my borrowed tongue to play its tip. Then my tongue ventured to the other side doing the same thing, then I followed the curves of his abs. I licked every angle of Kevin’s abdomen. I could smell his sweat and taste the salty skin. Then I level myself for another erotic kiss. We crossed our tongues likes sword clashing. “Suck me, Ryan.”

I followed as what he instructed. I got on my knees and pulled down his shorts. A four-inch pecker appeared, which is quite shorter to what I’m expecting. In size, mine is longer and larger. But it doesn’t matter in this moment, I teased him by swallowing his balls and my hands massaging his rod. I slowly move towards his dick’s tip until suddenly he pushed his entire length inside my mouth, choking me.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized as he quickly pulled it off my mouth. “I got too exci…” Before he could finish, I swallow it back. This is my first time giving someone a blowjob and I’m not even in my own body. I swirled my tongue around his rod. He placed his hands behind my hand. ‘I’ll be gentle.” Then he moved his hips back and forth. It feels great and I’m getting addicted to it. Seconds later, he released hot stream of cum inside my mouth. I have no choice but to swallow them as he pushed his hands harder than before. It’s kind of slimy but the bitter taste got mixed with his sweaty rod, resulting to a weird flavor. He pulled me up for another kiss.

“It’s my turn.” He whispered to my ear. He wildly removed my underwear and I could already see precum on the tip of my borrowed dick. I watched him choke himself trying to devour Ryan’s entire length. He played his tongue around the impressive rod and massages my balls with his hands. This is also my first time getting a blowjob, and possibly Ryan’s too. Losing control, I started pinching my own nipples. I moan louder and louder. His hands moved towards my butt cheeks and pressed it pushing my super hard dick down his throat. I imitated how he moved his hips before. I could feel it… But I can’t! It will lock me and Ryan in each other’s body. He may hate me for it. I tried my best to prevent releasing but Kevin took my dick off his mouth and licked the small hole.

“Aahhhh!” Streams of cum rocketed to his chiseled body as I shout in ecstasy and worry. He then cleaned off my cock by slurping the remains of cum in my rod down to my legs.

“That was hot, Ryan.” He announced as he stood up. When he is about to kiss me again, his phone rang. I cannot hear what they’re talking about properly as I’m still dumbfounded of what I’ve done. I realized my mistake. Ryan would hate and despise me now. He might lose his respect for me.

“I need to go Ryan. My girlfriend is waiting for me. Let’s do this again next time.” Kevin said as he wore his clothes then run off like a fireman.

“Yeah.” It was only my response. This dude just gave me a blowjob and he had a girlfriend. What kind of boyfriend he is?! No, no. That’s not my problem. My problem is how could I explain this Ryan. This is bad. I put my pants back and left the place as fast as I can.

While on the bus way home, I cannot think of a proper explanation. I cannot just tell him, “I got so horny in your body and decided to go with the flow.” Even if it is the reason. I tried searching on the internet for some leeway but what caught my attention is the weather news regarding a storm tonight. My worry heart overcomes my self-loathing, and impulsively dial my phone number. Ryan answered my call.

"I'm so sorry Ryan. I didn't mean to." Wha… what did I just say?! I’m supposed to tell him about the storm. This is bad. I haven’t think off a good explanation.

"Huh, what happened? Did you get into an accident?!" He’s now raising his voice. He might be on a bad mood.

"Sort of..." No…

"Sort of?"

"You see... I cum three times while in your body!" I ended up confessing. But I’m still not ready to tell him about my blowjob with Kevin.

"Eh?!" I knew it. His respect… his trust on me… shattering…

"I'm really sorry, Ryan. I cannot control my urges."

"How did that happen? What happened to your usual cool?!" His voice is getting louder. He’s mad now. He’s probably judging me now.

"Well..." I explained him ‘what’ happened but it’s all lies. I want to save our friendship at least. I tell him the truth once he got home.

"So we're stuck for a day?" Ryan asked. Hearing that with my voice is like a boss disappointed of what just happened. But his voice is quite calm now. Did he buy my lies?

"Seems... like it. I'm so sorry Ryan. I let my horniness got ahead of me." I apologized again… hoping for the best…

"I should apologize as well...” Ryan paused. “Since I also masturbated this afternoon..."

I gasped. Does that mean he touched my penis? Does that mean he caressed my body? Does that mean he likes me too? Or… does that mean he simply enjoy being me? I’m one to talk.

"I know it's not the right time Alvin, but I actually like you.” He continued talking. ‘I appreciate everything you did for me... I tried my best to resist my dirty thoughts but I failed." Is that a confession?

I took a deep breath. "I also... like you Ryan.” I ended up confessing my crush on him. “It's probably one of the reason I ended up trapping us both. But don't worry, it will be automatically undone in a day. Let's talk about our feelings when you got home." I talked calmly so he won’t notice I’m really nervous.

"Then wait for me. I'll dress up now and be on my way. I'll use GPS if I need to..." I could feel his excitement.

"Wait!" I interrupted him. "Stay there."

"But why?"

"It's dangerous. There will be a storm tonight according to the news. The roads there are kind of dangerous when raining."

"You should have said that first."

"Well... I feel like… apologizing first… so you could avoid panicking." I messed things up and I’m actually the one who is having a panic. I let a loud sigh. "But it seems you panic either way. Anyway, stay there for the night."

"Alright, I'll do that."

"Then it's settled. Let's talk again later..." I’m saved for now.

"Wait." Or not. "It's about Michael." Michael is there? I thought he wasn’t going.

Ryan explained everything. I felt unfair to him. He was able to tell me this but I couldn’t. I’m really going to tell him everything when he got home.

"I see... Michael… is always like that." I reacted. "I already turn him down even before I have you living with me, but he never stops." This sounds trouble.

"Do you like him by any chance? A little?" He asked. Oh no! Did he misunderstand my reply?

"As a friend, yes. Why did you ask?"

He then told me that my body twitches whenever Michael is flirting.

"He's my type of… guy… but not exactly him. He reminds me of you. Or in this case, he reminds 'my body' of you." It’s the truth. They share some similarities but I hate Michael’s ego. Ryan, on the other hand, is easier to approach and interact. Michael and I were once roommates but he never listed to what I say even if it’s for our own good. Thinking about it makes Ryan’s dick hard a little. "This is kind of embarrassing... and weird. We're in each other's body and it's like confessing to myself. Ha…Haha…Hahaha." I tried to laugh it off. I think my face is red now.

Then he followed, "Are you sure it's not the other way around?"

"Nope." I responded. "I'm sure." You’re far better than him.

"Thank you, Alvin. Sorry if I doubted you."

"It's fine. I had an idea you would noticed." I’m kind of glad you didn’t notice my lies about the body swap lock.

"So... What should I do about him?"

"Just try to keep your distance from him." If Michael is being flirtatious to that level, it’s kind of dangerous. He might do something unwanted. I can’t do anything for now except hoping for the best.

I wish the storm could pass sooner, I want to see Ryan now and settle everything.

#body swap #body switch #male body swap #male body switch #old to young #young to old

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dreamlover31 · 3 years

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Love Will Find a Way: Chapter 22

Grey skies consumed the city of New York, rumbles of thunder roared in the distance followed by steady rain that overshadowed the landscape. The raindrops pattered against the glass skylight of the brownstone while Alexa slept soundly, her body turned over with her arm outstretched only to feel a cool and empty space next to her, slowly her eyes fluttered open to see that Rafael was absent from her side.

Groggily, she lifted herself up and rubbed the remnants of sleep from her eyes, after a quick stretch, she removed the sheets from under her and hopped out of bed, when she exited the room; she crept down the hall to the room that was to be their nursery. She peered through the open doorway to find Rafael standing in front of the window, looking outward towards the big oak tree while the rain continued to fall, with arms crossed, she leaned against the doorframe.

The room had yet to be furnished, boxes were spread out across the floor, her eyes still fixed at his prone position as he appeared to be lost in thought, simultaneously, her mind reflected upon the events of earlier that day. The couple stopped by one of the local baby boutiques in Midtown, they browsed through the aisles hand in hand in search of the necessities needed for their bouncing baby girl, ultimately, their purchases consisted of a crib then a changing table, a dresser and finally a rocking chair.

After everything was piled into the SUV, they made the trip back to the brownstone before the storm made landfall, against his wishes, Alexa helped carry the hefty items up the flight of stairs and into the nursery. Once the packages were set down, they paused for a moment to catch their breath.

“Oh man, that was exhausting”

“Are you kidding? Lifting all those boxes was the easy part, the next thing is unpacking all of it and putting it together”

“There is no way in hell that I am doing that, what do I look like Bob the Builder?”

Alexa laughed, “I think that would be the sexiest thing I’d ever see”

Rafael smirked as he shook his head

“No really, I can definitely see you sporting a tool belt wearing some tight jeans that shows off that fine ass of yours”

“I think you need a hormone suppressant”

Alexa smiled as she sauntered over to him then took his hands into hers, their foreheads touched as their bodies swayed.

“All this heavy lifting must have worn you out, how about you and I settle down for a nap and then we’ll see about hiring someone to fix this up”

“You know they say that parents building a crib together is a perfect bonding experience”

Rafael raised an eyebrow, “Seriously?”

“Come on Rafi…please” Alexa playfully begged

“Alright,” Rafael sighed

She pecked him on his cheek in a display of gratitude, as they left their soon to be daughter’s room and entered their bedroom, they slipped out of their clothes and into some loose-fitting apparel. Their bodies were swept under the sheets, as they scooted close, their arms locked into a loving embrace. Alexa smiled softly as her mind returned to the present moment, in that instant, she decided to join him where he stood. At the corner of his eye, Rafael spotted Alexa coming towards him, within inches of each other, she placed her hand on the back of his shoulder as they faced each other.

“Hey”

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I was just thinking”

“What about?”

“Different things…mainly about the future”

Alexa coiled her arms around his waist and perched her chin on top of his shoulder with closed lids.

“I like the sound of that”

Rafael smiled as he kissed the top of her head.

“Come on…come back to bed”

She grabbed his hand and lead him out of the room then re-entered their bedroom, when they were at the foot of their bed, Alexa pressed her lips on to Rafael’s in a sweet and tender manner, he responded with a moan of appreciation.

When she pulled away, she lowered her hands to the hem of her light pink shirt, her fingers slipped underneath then lifted it up over her head, Rafael’s jaw slightly dropped as he watched Alexa slowly undress in front of him, already he felt his body temperature rising and arousal growing; a small gulp flowed through his throat as Alexa’s matching pajama pants dropped to the floor pooling around her ankles. Clad in nothing but her black bra and panties, she bit her lip as she devilishly grinned at him.

“You know it occurred to me that with everything that’s been going on lately, we’ve hardly had any time for ourselves…I was hoping to correct that”

Without a word, Rafael reached out and set his hands on her hips as he leaned in and captured her lips with his once again, in a slow and sensuous waltz their tongues enveloped one another’s. Meanwhile, his hands slid up her back where he unclasped her bra, as it fell to the floor; they broke off their make out session for a short moment, ensuing, Alexa sat on the edge of the bed then with her hands, pushed herself towards the middle.

Rafael repeated her earlier movements by shedding his shirt and dark navy pants until he was only in his boxer briefs, while on his hands and knees, he crawled over to Alexa and their lips found each other once more. Alexa’s hand landed on his cheek as they resumed their barrage of slow passionate kisses whilst he towered over her, suddenly, Alexa guided Rafael’s body to where he was seated in front of her.

For a brief period, Alexa shimmied off her panties and threw them across the room. Rafael followed suit and laid flat on his back to remove the last article of clothing, he resumed his previous position and was now in full view of her body, Alexa draped her legs over his and moved closer to him.

She reached behind him and used her fingers to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, they gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes, Alexa began to plant kisses on Rafael’s neck and shoulder, small moans escaped his lips as she kissed his collarbone. She lifted her head so they locked eyes again, her free hand went up towards his lips, her fingertips glided along his lower lip, then proceeded downward towards his chest where she gently caressed his warm skin and playfully fiddled with his chest hair.

He shuddered at her delicate and soft touch, his manhood growing hard by the second, at that moment; his hand reached the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss that was deep and filled with unbridled passion.

His mouth created a trail from her neck to her shoulder, as he was sucking on her sweet spot, his hand massaged her soft, supple breast. Alexa whimpered and moaned with pleasure, she arched her back to give him more access, he switched from his hand to his mouth to reconvene his pursuit of satisfying her with every fiber of his being, she felt a pool of wetness between her legs build up as her body squirmed.

Rafael teased her for what seemed like an eternity until Alexa held up her hand to his chest to cease his ministrations, only to shift her body to where she was straddling him, with one hand on the back of his neck, she used the other to stroke his hardened member. In one swift motion, Alexa slid herself inside him, Rafael gasped while she adjusted to his size, then his hand firmly gripped her ass for leverage, Alexa started riding him in a slow, impassioned rhythm.

The sound of the raindrops pattering against the skylight formed as a soundtrack to the moaning and panting that echoed throughout the room, Alexa quickened her pace as she chased her orgasm and Rafael was not far behind, their grips on each other tightened with every thrust, their mouths wide open received the hot breathing of their pants.

Alexa’s stomach began to coil as a sign that she was close, Rafael could her feel her teetering on the edge, her release was about to come when there was a sudden loud clap of thunder that practically shook the house.

“Ahhh!”

Alexa leaped forward and held tightly on to Rafael, he tried to stifle a laugh but failed.

“Calm down, it’s only a little thunder”

“Sounded more like a bomb went off”

Rafael quietly shushed her while he stroked her hair, his words of comfort eased the tension from her body, once she calmed down; Alexa faced Rafael, all the while, she attempted to shield her embarrassment.

“I hope that didn’t ruin your…concentration”

Surprisingly, Rafael was still at full mast even after being interrupted, he looked at her with reassurance to finish what they started, she regained her pace, slow and steady at first then quickening as Rafael firmly squeezed her ass again; within the span of a few minutes Alexa’s orgasm washed over her with Rafael trailing behind.

With the last bit of energy drained from them, the two collapsed on top of the bed, arms and legs entangled. Rafael’s chest heaved as Alexa listened to the sound of his heart beating. His fingers brushed through her long, disheveled hair, meanwhile, Alexa’s fingertips grazed along his chest hair, once their breathing steadied; she spoke:

“I love you”

“I love you too”

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Road Trip (Part 9)

Rufo x Female Reader

Part 9 of Road Trip

This part is in Rufo’s perspective.

Tag List: @booklover2929 @the-clown-crypt @chii2blog

Rufo stared down at the woman lying beside him. Her hair was in a wild mess both from the events of the night and of her tossing some in her sleep. It was amusing how wild it had become. Her lips were ever so slightly parted, and I chuckled to myself when I swiped my thumb at some drool on the corner of her lips. She was out like a light with not a flinch in sight when I touched her. I didn’t want to think it, but she looked rather beautiful. Even with the hint of the morning light that hit her face as it broke into their room as it finally got passed the gray clouds outside. The way her nose twitched as she slept, her soft snores that she probably didn’t know she even did, her soft little coos that followed suit.

I furrowed my brows and I resisted the urge to smack myself upside the head. I still didn’t want to wake her, so I forced himself to look up at the ceiling, my mind whirling with my frustrations. A woman was beside me. One I had decided not to kill when we first met simply because she had a good taste in music. And that sweet smile of hers as her face lit up. Then I got to know her, and she got to know me. Even after I showed her my secret she didn’t make any hints of leaving. Which I was really thankful for because I didn’t want to kill her at that point. Instead, she wanted to keep going on this little road trip with me. Hell, even with Crowley on our heels she still wanted to keep going. Though what if she got mixed up and got hurt? I shook my head as my brows only furrowed more. No, I wouldn’t let that happen. I would drop her off somewhere and find another car.

(Y/N) was starting to stir as she started to wake up which caught my attention, pulling me away from thoughts that were less than friendly. I rolled over to my side and in turn so did she. I watched as her body stretched and felt her grab onto me. She was so warm, so gentle even in the early morning hours. Her tired eyes blinked slowly and were soon looking up at my own. Then she smiled. That gentle, soft smile that at times I couldn’t get out of my head. Her hand reached up and I quickly glanced to it as it landed on my cheek. Her thumb grazed over part of the triangle like scar below my eye. It felt strange and I could feel myself on edge, as if suddenly she would despise everything about it, about me. But no, her smile never wavered and neither did her touch. Her touch was so gentle compared to how rough and damaged the shaped scar was.

“Good morning, Rufo. Did you sleep well?” Her voice was even gentle despite a gravely undertone. She had used quite a bit of her vocal cords and I smiled at the memory of our romping last night.

“Like the dead, doll. How about yourself?” I went to go tug the blankets away from us so we could get started with the day.

“Best I have in a long time.” She had a beaming smile as she sat up and ran her hand through her bedhead to try to tame it. It didn’t work but the effort was there.

“Very good. Couldn’t have you not sleeping well doll.” I let out a hearty chuckle as I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to take a morning shower. I didn’t notice her coming in behind me until her arms wrapped around my torso and she peaked around from my side as I lifted my arm. “Wanting to join me this morning?” A crooked grin grew on my face.

“If you didn’t mind of course. Cut our shower time in half too.” Her fingertips trailed along my skin as she pulled her arms away so she could start the shower for us. Something in the moment felt right. Though I knew I shouldn’t be here like this with her. Yet I still made the choice to stay.

“You’re right about that doll.” I slipped my fingers through my blue curls as I turned around to meet her gaze. Blush had dusted her cheeks and I could tell she had been looking over me as she waited for me to join her. “Feeling alright there?” I couldn’t help but chuckle as I went past her to get under the hot spray of water.

“Y-Yeah, I am.” She muttered as she joined in with me. Her cheeks only became more flushed which put a smile on my face.

Halfway through the shower I couldn’t help to get a little handsy. She was washing her hair when I moved her hands to the side to slip my hands where hers had been. There was a look of surprise and her cheeks only got redder as my fingers worked the shampoo into her hair. I could see she was melting a little and her body pressed into mine. My cock hardened against her stomach and I could hear the faintest of surprised gasps from her as it twitched between us. It didn’t take long after me rinsing out her hair for me to have her up on the wall with her legs around my waist. Her face was buried into my neck as she clung onto me for what felt like dear life with every thrust. I knew my fingertips would leave a nice pattern of bruises on her ass the harder they dug into her.

It didn’t take long to get her to cum the first time or even the fourth time until she was limp in my arms. She was even whining when another climax of hers was building up. Despite her weak whimpering protests of another orgasm, her body tensed then shuddered against my body as she got lost in the wave. It was a lovely sight to see, I had to admit. The way her eyes rolled back, how her mouth dropped open even with no noise coming out, how even after becoming so tired she still tried to claw and grab at me. I felt the tug of my own gut hinting to my release so quickly I slid myself out, getting cum all over her stomach and part of her chest as a deep groan left my chest.

Both of us panted as I moved her to be under the spray of water so she could get clean again. Her fingertips still lingered against my skin even though it was hot to the touch. She didn’t seem to mind the heat though, more so sought it out as she only held tighter. She stayed in my arms as I stepped us out of the shower and until I set her down on the counter to dry her off. I could hear that annoying voice in the back of my head, the one telling me this was a bad idea, that I should just find an excuse to leave and make sure to never see her again. Instead though we went about our day, going out to enjoy the town one more time before one last night in the hotel. Just one more day I kept thinking to myself.

We had found some goodies in a few of the stores we hadn’t gotten to look at the other day and then grabbed a bite to eat at one of the local diners. I couldn’t help but to watch her. The way she walked, the way her body moved when she was standing in place, how her eyes lit up when something caught them. Everything caught my eye. So did the middle-aged sleaze ball of a rube who had been eyeing her since we had sat down in the diner. He wasn’t exactly hiding how he was looking at her though she hadn’t noticed as she was focused on me. He didn’t seem to be deterred by the fact of my presence and he was even pretty ballsy when we left. The rube had the gall to get up and follow us. She hadn’t noticed just yet since he was keeping some distance away. I wasn’t going to let some rube ruin our day.

“Aw dang it.” I huffed out as I patted my pocket in an exaggerated manner. “Forgot my wallet back at the diner. I’ll be right back doll. Wait here for me.” I guided her to lean against the wall and gave her a wink. “Won’t be too long, I promise.”

She had agreed to stay put just before I turned to head toward the diner. I saw the rube leaning out from an alley to peek to see where we were. He was doing a shabby job at being secret. Perfect. He couldn’t get much of a reaction out except for a grunt as I grabbed him to shove him back into the alley. I had a firm grip on the front of his shirt as I dragged him deeper between the two buildings, at least far enough so anyone who passed by wouldn’t really notice unless they looked hard enough.

“Trying to cop a feel on her rube? Get in her pants hm?” I shoved him against the wall despite his kicks. He also couldn’t really answer me as I had a hand wrapped around his throat, cutting off his air supply just enough. “See a pretty girl in town and you wanna just ruin her. Men like you give gentleman like me a bad name. As if she’d want a rube like you.” My finger tightened and that lovely bubble of rage inside me was starting to get worse.

Worse it certainly did as I beat the man to a near bloody pulp. How dare this vile piece of flesh and bone think about tainting someone precious with his filthy hands. How dare he even let the thought cross his mind that he could even try to get her alone while I was near her. He tried to beg but his words didn’t last too much longer. My hands squeezed around his throat and I could feel his windpipe breaking under my fingers that was followed by the snap of his neck. It was a satisfying noise, I couldn’t lie. He was a bloody mess and gone as I stood up from where I had my fun. Sure, I was a bit bloody myself, but we would be out of town soon and with the sun setting it would be easier to slip back to the hotel. I must have taken too long though and she had gotten worried about me.

“Rufo?” Her voice broke through the silence and down the alleyway. And then a gasp. “Rufo!? What the hell?” Now I turned to see her, eyes wide as she looked at the body at my feet.

“Look doll, I can explain.” I took a step closer and she took one back. “Look, I’m not gonna hurt you. I made a promise. Let’s just get back to the hotel so I can get changed and we can go about our evening. Okay?” Her eyes wavered between me and the body, a look of uncertainty and terror that didn’t sit well with me. “Doll, I’m a man of my word. Just listen, he was following us. Following us for you. You didn’t see the look on his face that I saw.” I could feel my skin starting to pull taunt and my human skin wasn’t looking so human. “That rube wanted to fucking touch you and there was no way in hell I was gonna let that happen.” My hands grabbed her shoulder and she finally looked me in the eyes with a surprised expression. Probably because my fingertips were digging into her skin and I was starting to heat up.

“I… Alright Rufo.” Her voice was barely above a whisper and I got her quickly out of the alleyway and we managed to slip back into the motel room.

“I’ll be back in a bit.” I locked the door and shut the blinds before going to the bathroom to wash up.

I looked myself in the mirror when I was drying off my hair, letting my wet curls fall wherever they wanted when I set the towel down. My skin looked more supple from me calming down and my skin was only hot now from the shower. As I looked at myself all I could see was the look on her face when she had found me in that alley. The fear in her eyes and it made me feel a tightness in my chest. I didn’t like it. My hand rubbed along my chest through my chest hair as that one thought came back into my mind.

Leave her behind to find a new car and get back to my work. Especially with Crowley on our tail. I couldn’t let him get too close to her. I felt my skin getting taut at the thought and had to calm myself before going back out in just a pair of underwear. She had been laying out in the bed and she was flipping through the channels, already changed into her pajamas for the night. She hadn’t noticed me, and I could see the disinterest in her eyes as channel after channel passed. She looked peaceful as if she hadn’t seen the body of a man that I murdered in an alleyway and me splattered in his blood. I made my way over to the bed and that’s when she looked up to me with her smile. That smile.

I waited until she was fast and deep in her sleep before grabbing my bag and leaving. I walked a little bit before ‘borrowing’ car. I didn’t drive long. Just a few towns over so I could at least get some rest. I made the decision to try to enjoy the circus that was in town the next day. Besides, a clown like myself had to make sure the other clowns were doing things properly.

Sitting in the motel room was strange. So empty. Even though there wasn’t a storm raging outside for once I could feel one raging inside of me. I made myself sleep though.

#rufo #rufo the clown #rufo fanfic #rufo fanfiction #rufo the clown fanfic #rufo the clown fanfiction #killer clown #horror #smile no more #more love for rufo #one bad week #serenity falls #thanks for the patience guys #i appreciate it #road trip: part 9 #rufo: road trip part 9 #rufo the clown: road trip part 9

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auggggggie · 4 years

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I’ve been working on a Fallout 4 fic so here’s part of it 🥺👉👈

(this fic is posted and updated on Wattpad and AO3)

Chapter 1. Emergence.

Naomi cringed as she heard the knock on the door. That damn Vault-Tec representative wouldn’t leave them alone and she wasn’t sure she wanted to buy into what they were selling. The end of the world? Oh, the dramatics. Her husband, Nate, had fought in the war and had seen so much. He always reassured her that Vault-Tec was just trying to scare people. “Why don’t you just answer?” Nate called. “Maybe he’ll stop if we listen to him.”

“Why don’t you answer it?” Naomi smirked.

Just then, Shaun started crying. “Because it sounds like our son needs a little fatherly love.”

“Yeah, you got lucky.” She muttered as she opened the front door.

“Good morning! Vault-Tec calling!” The man in the hat and trench coat smiled almost unnervingly wide.

“Mornin’.”

“You can’t believe how happy I am to finally speak with you! I’ve been trying for days! It’s a matter of most utmost urgency, I assure you.”

“Okay?” Naomi shifted her weight onto one leg and crossed her arms.

“I’m here today to tell you that because of your family’s service to our country, you have been pre-selected for entrance into the local Vault, Vault 111!” He shook his hands with a flourish.

She rolled her eyes. “Sounds great…”

“Oh, it is. Believe you me.” The representative clearly didn’t pick up on her irritated tone. “Now, you’re already cleared for entrance, in the unforeseen event of,” he cleared his throat, “total atomic annihilation. I just need to verify some information.”

Naomi entertained the rep’s attention until all of the ‘logistics’ had been settled. “Is that all?”

He finally seemed to pick up on her irritation. “That’s… everything… Just gonna walk this over to the Vault! Congratulations for being prepared for the future!”

“Whatever.” Naomi all but slammed the door in his face. “I hope I never have to see that man again.”

Nate had taken a seat at the kitchen island in the middle of her conversation with the rep. He let out a low chuckle. “Hey, it’s peace of mind. That’s worth a little paperwork, right?”

She smiled. “Anything for my boys.”

From down the hall, Shaun started to cry again. “Miss Naomi!” Codsworth called.

“I’m on it, Codsworth!” She strolled down the hallway to the nursery. “What’s the matter, Shaun?” She picked him up and held him close to her. “Momma’s here, everything’s fine.” She bounced him lightly and he started to calm. She didn’t know how tough caring for a newborn would be when her and Nate fell pregnant, but she wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Her life was perfect. “See? Nothing to be sad about.”

“Nothing like a mother’s love, huh?” Naomi turned around to see Nate leaning against the door frame. “Listen, I was thinking tonight we could head to the park with Shaun and stargaze? Tonight is supposed to be the peak of a meteor shower and I know how much you love watching the stars.”

“Sounds great.”

“Sir? Mum?” Codsworth’s worried voice carried from the living room. “You should come and see this!”

The two of them hurried, Shaun now in Nate’s arms, to the living room to see the newscaster delivering solemn news. “I repeat, confirmed reports of nuclear detonations in New York and Pennsylvania.”

“Oh my gosh.” Nate exhaled.

“This is not happening.” Naomi whimpered. Was this real? She hoped and prayed that it was just a nightmare. That she'd wake up and carry on with her day, taking the trip to the park to watch the stars Nate had proposed..

But the newscaster put his face in his hands and the TV suddenly cut to static. “We need to get the Vault. Now!” Nate placed his hand on Naomi’s lower back and ushered her out of the house. They ran past their neighbors, whom they have only exchanged pleasantries with. She wondered how many of them were allowed in the Vault with them, she hoped it was all of them. They hurried up the hill, ignoring their burning calves, and saw just how many people were standing on their side of the gates. Were they letting anyone in? “We need to get in! We’re on the list!” Their family was quickly confirmed and were led to a large gear shaped door on the ground.

Naomi took a second to calm down. They had made it. They were the last one’s to be let in before they decided to send it down. “Do you think there will be enough time for them to get another group of people?”

“I hope so.” Nate sighed and put a hand on her shoulder. “We made it. We’re going to be okay. I love you. Both of you.”

“We love you too.” Then there was a flash of blinding light, followed by a near-deafening boom. Everyone turned to see a larger than life mushroom cloud erupting high into the sky.

“SEND IT DOWN, NOW!” An officer bellowed. Time slowed for Naomi. She looked to her husband and her infant son. Would they make it down in time? Was this the last she would ever see of them? She launched herself forward and embraced the two of them, her face already streaked with tears. A gust of hot air from the explosion hit them full force and they braced themselves for the worst as the world went black.

“We made it…” Nate finally spoke as light broke into the elevator.

A man, whose title was the Overseer, gave them an empathetic but hopeful smile. “No need to worry, folks! We’ll get everyone situated in your new home. Vault 111! A better future. Underground!” “What kind of life can we live underground?” Someone asked.

“It’s better than the alternative.” Nate said.

“What about the others?” Naomi wiped her wet face and tried to take a clarifying breath.

“Please, make your way upstairs!” A Vault-Tec security man shouted.

The people seemed to walk around numbly, unwilling to accept that this was their life now, living underground like moles. They accepted their Vault suits and walked down a long metal hallway. “Everything feels so… Sterile.” Naomi shivered. “Clinical. Is the rest of the Vault more… Inviting?” She asked one of the doctors.

He dodged the question. He motions to a pod large enough for an adult. “Just step in here and put your Vault suit on.” Naomi hesitated but once she saw Nate putting his on, she followed. “The pod will decontaminate and depressurize you before we head deeper in the Vault. Just relax.” The pod closed around her and hissed, she suddenly felt claustrophobic. The air started to feel chilly which she thought was part of the process. But then the window started to ice over, and before she could react, her heart slowed and she fell asleep.

Naomi woke up coughing, she heard a loud voice that sounded like someone was yelling in her ear. Her vision was blurred and her appendages were numb as hell. “All Vault residents must vacate immediately.” The voice said. Naomi banged on the pod door and it slid open causing her to stumble out onto the ground. She groaned and flexed her fingers until she was able to push herself up. She looked up and saw Nate’s pod was still closed. She crawled to the control panel and pushed every single button. Why hadn’t his opened yet? Why hadn’t anyone else’s? “Malfunction in Cryo Pod manual release overdrive.” She pulled herself up and looked into his pod. The sight sent her back to her knees. It hadn’t been a dream…

“I’M NOT GIVING YOU SHAUN!” Nate screamed as a masked figure tried to yank the infant out of his arms.

BANG.

Naomi’s heart sunk to her feet. A man walked up to her pod and looked at her with satisfaction. “At least we still have the backup.”

He was dead… He was actually dead… And Shaun was gone. The two most important people in her life were just… Gone. What was she supposed to do now? She wanted to give up. She curled up on the floor and sobbed until no more tears came.

Nate and Naomi met back before he served in the war. Naomi was going to college and Nate was touring her college with the other hopeful applicants. She had volunteered to be one of the guides for the high school seniors, and Nate was in her group. She told them all of the boring academic stuff, but once all of that was out of the way, she gave them the real ins and outs of the campus: where to get the best burger, where the best place to study was, and which sorority threw the best parties. At the end of the day, Nate was so smitten with her. Naomi… Not so much. He was still a high schooler, she thought it was weird. The following school year, they ran into each other in one of their classes. He seemed different to her, more mature somehow even though it was only half a year since she saw him last.

Nate had been taken by surprise when Naomi was the one who made the first move, but he was the one who planned the first date. He had read an article once about people’s ideal dates and he was desperate to try one. He took her to a cliff that overlooked the ocean right before sunset and brought a picnic. They watched the sun go down and paint the sky, then they laid down on a blanket and gazed at the stars. Nate couldn’t tell which stars were brighter, the ones in the sky or the ones in Naomi’s eyes.

Now he was gone. They both were. After she calmed her breath, she opened her eyes with determination. She stood up and took Nate’s ring off of his finger. “I’ll find out who did this and I’ll get Shaun back. I promise.”

When Naomi finally made it out of the Vault, and the light of the sun had burned her eyes, she was rendered speechless. Her home- everything- destroyed. Nothing looked the same. But she only had one thought in mind: where was Shaun? She clenched her fists and growled. “I will not rest until I find you, Shaun. Even if it kills me.” Naomi unequipped the 10mm she found in the Vault and headed on the path where her and Nate had run for their lives before… She saw multiple skeletons and she thought of reasons why they died. Maybe they didn’t make it to the Vault in time. Maybe they weren’t allowed in at all. And whose decision was it to determine who were and were not allowed in the Vault? Her blood boiled while her heart ached for those who died. She knew she shouldn’t have trusted that Vault-Tec rep.

“As I live and breathe…” A familiar voice rang. Naomi looked in front of her old house and saw Codsworth hanging around, a little worse for wear but still in functioning condition. “It’s… It’s really YOU!”

“Codsworth! You’re still here!”

“Of course I’m still here!”

“Is anyone else here?” Naomi desperately looked around for any sort of life form, hopefully not one of those giant cockroaches again.

“Oh mum, it’s been just horrible! Two centuries with no one to talk to, with no one to serve!”

“Two… centuries?” Had she heard that right?

“I spent the first ten years trying to keep the floors waxed, but nothing gets out nuclear fallout from vinyl wood! Nothing!”

“Codsworth?”

“And don’t get me started about the futility of dusting a collapsed house.”

“Hey.”

“And the car! The car! How do you polish rust?”

“CODSWORTH!” The robot finally stopped babbling and looked at Naomi. “What do you mean ‘two centuries’? Was I really… Gone that long?”

“Everyone’s been gone that long, mum. Where’s sir and the lad? I assume they are with you.”

Naomi couldn’t stop herself from welling up. “They’re gone, Codsworth…” She took a deep breath and let the tears fall freely. “Shaun was kidnapped and Nate was… He was shot. They killed him. I want to find Shaun but I don’t know where to start. God only knows where he could be right now.”

“What about the city? Concord is nearby.”

“It’s as good a start as any. Assuming that you’ve checked around here recently?”

“Believe me, mum, if they were here I would know.”

“Yeah… Thanks for keeping down the fort, Codsworth.”

“Stay safe, mum.”

Naomi remembered when she and Nate got Codsworth. Naomi insisted that they didn’t need a Mr. Handy, that they could take care of the house by themselves. But they just learned that Naomi was pregnant, so Nate would not give up until she agreed an extra hand - or many appendages - would be nice around the house once the baby came. He always told Naomi that since they had someone else to take care of the chores around the house, it gave him the opportunity to make her his top priority. And now… He was gone. She took one last look at her old house, and made her way to Concord.

Naomi wiped the blood off of her face. The world after the bombs really was different. First, it was giant bugs. Next, it was giant lizards? Did she go back in time to the dinosaurs? Naomi climbed out of the power armor and tried to catch her breath. If she hadn’t been wearing the armor, she would have been squished like one of those big bugs. The stray dog that she came across at the gas station near her old house trotted up to her and nudged her arm. “How are you, boy?” She lifted her arm to pet him but searing pain came from her shoulder. “Don’t happen to have a stimpack, do you boy?” He ran over to one of the raider’s bodies and sniffed around their waist. He quickly came back with a stimpack in his mouth. “Well, aren’t you smart?” She shoved the needle into her body and waited as the pain melted away, then she gave the dog a proper pet. “Good boy.” She glanced up at the old Museum of Freedom. “Guess I should go back in to see Preston?” The dog’s tail wagged furiously and he sprinted towards the doors. Naomi made her way through the destroyed museum until she got to the room where Preston and what he called ‘The Minutemen’ were holed up in. “How is everyone?” She asked.

Preston gave her a brilliant smile. “Great, thanks to you! That was quite a display.”

“It was… Definitely the most interesting thing I’ve ever done in my life. Though, I’m not sure that’s going to be the only time I’ll be saying that nowadays. Hell, I’m still getting used to people saying pre-war.”

“You said you were frozen in the Vault?” Preston asked.

“That’s right. Over two hundred years ago, apparently. My Mr. Handy told me earlier today.”

“Can’t believe they would do that. Wasn’t Vault-Tec supposed to be the good guys?”

“That’s what we thought… Now my husband’s dead and my son is missing.”

“I’m so sorry…” Preston nervously adjusted his hat.

“You’re a woman out of time.” The old woman named Mama Murphy said. “Out of hope. But all’s not lost. I can feel your son’s energy. He’s alive.”

“Where is my son?” Naomi’s gun fell out of her hand and she dropped in front of Mama Murphy. “Where is Shaun??”

“Oh… I wish I knew, kid. But he’s out there, and I don’t need the Sight to tell me where you should start looking. The great, green jewel of the Commonwealth. Diamond City. The biggest settlement around.”

“Diamond City?” Naomi’s eyebrows furrowed. “Fenway Park? The baseball stadium?”

“That’s the one. If you’d like, I can accompany you there, show you the way.”

“I knew this city like the back of my hand back in the day.” She got to her feet and picked up her gun. “And if I can fight one of those…” She gestured largely. “Huge lizards.”

“Deathclaws.”

“Deathclaws, right. Then I can face whatever might be in the city, right? Besides, your people need you right now.”

“If anyone can do it, it would be you. I would suggest wearing the power armor until you get more settled.” Preston gave her a package of minigun ammo. “And watch out for super mutants. Giant, green, ugly creatures. They’re dangerous. But Diamond City Security should have everything under control.” He smiled warmly. “Make sure to come and see us at Sanctuary Hills. The Minutemen could use someone like you.”

Naomi chuckled. “I’ll think about it.” She adjusted the armor she took from the raiders and made her way out, and Dogmeat never left her side.

Nate held up a onesie with little green dinosaurs on it. “Come on, love, wouldn’t this be perfect for his first outfit?”

Naomi shifted uncomfortably on their bed, caressing her swollen belly. “Honey, I know you’re trying to lighten the mood, but I have never been more uncomfortable in my life.”

He walked over to her, kneeled down, and took her hands in his. “I know, but soon it’ll all be over, and our little boy will be here with us.” He kissed her hands. “I can’t imagine how you’re feeling, but I want to do anything I can to help you through this. You’re strong, you’ve got this.”

Naomi smiled and took the dinosaur onesie in her hands. “This one’s perfect.”

The sun slowly started to set as she made the long trek to Diamond City, and seeing her city in the state it was… It broke her heart. She and Dogmeat came across a couple of bugs eating a dead cow with two heads. So strange. The real fear set in when she got into the city. Those dead people could be around any corner, too many places to hide. She clutched her gun and kept it close to her body. She was close to the river now, and she hoped that at least one bridge was still intact.

The Pip-Boy on her wrist crackled to life, a frequency started cutting in and out. “Nine. Five… sustained casualties… running low on supplies… requesting supplies… Cambridge Police Station…”

Every fiber in her being told her to ignore it, to stay focused on Diamond City. But the police station was more or less on her way. “I hope I don’t regret this.” Naomi thought. She picked up the pace and followed the roads to the station as she ignored her racing heart. If she hadn’t known her way there, the amount of gunshots that ricocheted through the alleys would have led her there. The old police station was boarded up and crawling with the dead.

“Check your fire, we’ve got hostiles!” A man’s voice rang. Naomi burst into a run and reloaded her gun, readying for whatever laid ahead. She shot several of the dead before she made it into the guarded area of the station. A man in power armor saw her and shouted. “Civilian in the perimeter! Check your fire!” But Naomi was handling her own. She took out the dead as if she had been doing this for months. It helped that they were incredibly predictable; they charge, then they fall. But she got overwhelmed. As soon as she took one out, she was tackled by two. Dogmeat ran to her aid and started tearing at one of their legs while Naomi shoved the barrel of her gun into the open mouth of the one on top of her and pulled the trigger. Soon, the area was quiet. And God, it smelled. She got on her hands and knees and retched at the smell. And the fact that she was covered in blood and brains. “We appreciate the assistance, civilian.” She looked up and found the man in power armor in front of her. “But what’s your business here?”

Naomi felt both intimidated and comforted by the man’s appearance. “I, uh…” She slowly stood up and brushed herself off. “I heard your distress signal on the radio. I figured I could come and help.”

“Are you from a local settlement?”

She looked down and studied what she was wearing: the stolen raider armor and her bright blue vault suit. No point in lying. “I came from Vault 111.”

“You’re a Vault Dweller?” He studied her before he continued. “Most people wouldn’t admit that.” “Why not?”

“If you want to continue pitching in, we could use an extra gun on our side.” He said, ignoring her question.

“I don’t know… I was heading towards Diamond City. I’m looking for a missing person.”

“I wish you luck, then.” The man curtly turned around and headed inside.

“I’m sorry about him.” A woman said. “Things have been tough on us. We’ve lost a man and our supplies are low, though I assume you gathered that from the radio signal.” She quickly glanced at the wounded man on the ground before she continued. “I’m Scribe Haylen. That’s Knight Rhys over there, and the man in the power armor is Paladin Danse. We’re with the Brotherhood of Steel.”

“Brotherhood of Steel?”

“Ah, right. I overheard you telling Paladin Danse you were a Vault Dweller. Long story short, we’re like the military.” She rummaged through one of the pouches on her harness. “It’s not much, but here.” She placed a small pouch in Naomi’s hand.

She opened the pack, curious as to the light clinking noise it made. “Bottle caps?”

“It’s the currency nowadays. That pre-war paper money is useless now.” The woman patted Naomi on the arm. “Well, good luck. Diamond City isn’t much farther.”

The door to the detective agency closed loudly behind Naomi and she groaned loudly. She made it all the way to Diamond City, and when she felt like she was put on the right track, that she found someone who could actually help her find Shaun, the detective himself was missing. She knew finding her son would be hard, but she underestimated just how hard it would be in this new world. "You okay, Blue?"

Naomi turned around and saw Piper making her way down the alley. "Blue?"

"You know, blue Vault Suit?" Piper chuckled lightly. "Seriously, are you okay?"

"Nick Valentine is missing and it seems almost impossible to find my son… I'm not even sure he's alive. Or how old he is…" Naomi leaned on the wall and sighed. "Am I in over my head, Piper?"

"Look, I know I don't know you at all, but I see a fire in you. You're passionate. I can tell you're a damn good mother and you will not stop until you find your son." Naomi smiled, feeling a little more confident. "It's going to be hard, but I believe in you. And if you need help, don't be afraid to ask. Hell, I could help now if you want. Who knows what's waiting in the Vault."

"You don't even know me and you're willing to risk your life to come with me?"

"You might have gathered now, but the Institute is the Commonwealth's biggest boogeyman. People have gone missing, replaced by synths, and now a child is involved. I'm sick and tired of seeing people afraid and paranoid that their family might be synths. I'm sick of not getting answers. I feel like if I help you find your son, maybe I can get some answers."

"Well, having some extra fire support wouldn't hurt."

"Awesome. Mind if we head to my office first? I wanna tell my sister I'll be gone." They walked to Publick Occurrences and Naomi was shocked by how similar Piper and Nat seemed.

Nate wanted several kids. He wanted a full family. Naomi was not as eager. She was excited to have a child in her life but it never even crossed her mind to have more than one. She figured she would have one kid and spoil them rotten. When Naomi was pregnant, Nate hadn't really bothered her about having more kids, he was just excited to have one on the way. Once Shaun was born, he was absolutely obsessed. The woman he loved created something so perfect, how could he not want more? Naomi said they were both biased. Nate was an only child, whereas Naomi had an older sister that relentlessly teased and messed with her when they were growing up. "What if he gets lonely?" Nate asked.

Naomi shifted Shaun as he fed. "Love, he has both of us, and no doubt he'll make many friends when he's older. I don't think he'll get lonely."

"At least think about it? I would love it if Shaun had a sibling."

"I'll think about it, but no promises."

Nat and Piper had the same attitude as each other. Despite seeing some irritation from Nat's end, they seemed to have a shared love and a deep connection. When they left the office and were out of Diamond City, Naomi made a quizzical noise. "Are you close with your sister?"

"She's all I have left. If I lost her, I don't know what I would do."

"I'm not sure I would want to bring a child into this world." Naomi turned her gaze to the ground.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Knowing that my child is out there in this world? It's terrifying. If I'm having trouble adjusting, I can't imagine what he's going through. I couldn't even begin to imagine how I would feel if Nate and I had two children lost in this world."

"Nate is the dad?"

"Nate is… Was… My husband."

"What happened to him?"

"They killed him."

"The Institute?"

Naomi kicked a rock out of frustration. "I don't know. Whoever it was had the ability to override the controls in the Vault to open the pods we were in, which makes me think it was Vault-Tec."

"We'll find out, and we'll find your son."

"First, we have to find Nick."

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overture

odasaku-centric 1,998 w

a.n: yes, this is supposed to be a five-hundred words drabble chronicling odasaku’s stay in koi. no, i don’t know what hit me ;;

he opens his eyes and everything is too bright.

ears ringing, head pounding, eyelids feeling like they weigh a ton each. his first instinct is to raise a hand to obstruct the sunlight from coming into his eyes, blinking the pain away until he’s able to make out the green of the trees and blue of the sky.

then he hears the muffled screams, coming from somewhere in front of him. sakunosuke rises to his feet, struggling to stave off the oncoming wave of nausea by propping both hands on his knees, vision still adjusting as he looks for the source of the noise. it takes him a few seconds to realize that he is standing on a parking lot somewhere, another few to spot a white van parked not far from him as the source of the screams.

sakura? and yuu… and kousuke. what’s going on?

adrenaline takes over before any rational thoughts does; sakunosuke doesn’t even know why he springs straight into action and sprints towards the van at the sight, stumbling on his own foot once or twice in the process. he does know that there's an inexplicable sense of urgency that tells him to run as fast as he can, to not stop until he has all five of them safe in his arms- to tell them that he's there, it's going to be okay, they're going to be——

the explosion that occurs right after sends him flying thirty meters backwards, hot air hitting his face without mercy as he crashes upon the gravel. sakunosuke briefly registers the pain blooming all over his body, ignores the sting of scrapes and cuts on his skin as he stares at the burning car before him, throat burning from the cry of anguish that doesn’t sound anything like his voice.

he thrashes wildly on his bed and his head knocks against the headboard, jolting him awake.

he opens his eyes and darkness is the first thing that greets him.

breathing comes in mouthful of air and painful inhales, memories of the black smoke from his dreams constricting against his lungs. yet the throbbing pain upon his joints feels like a fleeting sensation, almost like a mere ghost, now that he’s back in the comfort of his apartment in koi. for a moment everything is disoriented, mind still hazy from the sudden shift to consciousness.

sakunosuke attempts to sit up straight, hands grasping on the front side of his abdomen only to release a relieved sigh when his fingertips comes in contact with a damp t-shirt. there’s no trace of gravel- only the crumpled surface of his bed sheets and his own perspiration making his shirt cling onto him like a second skin.

nightmare. it’s just a nightmare- an extremely realistic one at that, too.

heaves a sigh, fingers brushing his own bangs off of his forehead. the frequency between one terror-filled night to another is getting shorter and shorter for his liking. sakunosuke steps out of his bed and discards the shirt he's wearing, crumpling it into a ball before throwing the gray cloth into the laundry basket. the fact that it was about his children this time isn’t helping at all. could it be because he's been missing them more lately?

azure shifts to the digital clock on his nightstand, red lines making out the shape of ‘03:56 AM’ jarring amidst the darkness. it’s too early to get up and make coffee, yet too late to fall back to sleep when he has work in three hours. maybe getting fresh air would do him good...

and by fresh air, he meant retrieving a cigarette pack and ashtray that he swore off not to touch a couple of months ago from his socks compartment.

the sky is still a dark shade of blue when he slides open the door to the balcony. sakunosuke leans against the railing as he plucks a cigarette from its container and clamp it between his lips, taking notice of that the streets down under isn’t as quiet as he thought it would be. but then again it’s only natural with the belladonna district only a short walk away.

an idea to grab his coat and walk around the said district crosses his mind. being a member of the port mafia granted him access to a lot of places that most people rarely think of going into in yokohama. he can’t help but wonder if the nightlife district in koi is similar to the ones they have back home.

although he wouldn’t be surprised if they end up kicking him out, now that he’s a detective for the local police force.

taking a drag of his cigarette, he lets his mind wander off to the distance, relishing the pleasant burn that trails down in his throat. the night air is cool, yet not particularly harsh upon the bare skin of his abdomen. he waits for a few seconds to exhale—just to get that little kick before releasing the smoke through his mouth. a little bit of nicotine never fails to soothe his jotting nerves, even after the most horrifying of nightmares or traumatizing event.

ah, right- he forgot to check on his roommate. hopefully he didn’t wake micah up with his little incident from before. he has been nothing but accommodating throughout they time cohabiting together, even with that one awkward first dinner where sakunosuke took the initiative to cook spicy curry for both of them. it was sakunosuke’s first time sharing something so personal as a living space with someone else other than his mentor and micah’s presence feels almost natural around him, although he probably still needs to work on his own conversing skills with the latter.

to think about it… how long has it been since he arrived in koi? sakunosuke had lost track of the time. with the abrupt change happening in his lifestyle, he didn’t have the luxury of sitting around idly on the living room, having to go job hunting and get accustomed to the odd city he finds himself stranded in. it was fortunate that he managed to land a job in a cafe despite not having any prior experience in the hospitality or the restaurant business.

he doesn’t suppress the smile that quirks the corner of his lips when he recalls his former? boss’ words to him after their first encounter in the cafe. ‘it suits you’ chuuya had said when he served his tea to him. those three words—although simple ( and funny, coming from a port mafia executive )—left a lasting impression more than saku think it could. who would’ve known someone like him could also play the role of an ordinary barista? a child groomed since young to be a deadly assassin only to join the mafia afterwards, now playing house by making tea and serving cakes? makes him think that maybe, the black of his blood and gushing red on his hands can really be a thing of his past. that maybe, he can redeem himself completely.

then there’s the girl he met by the river after causing her to drop her crepe. the girl with large round eyes, yet no trace of the innocence most kids her age usually possess. what was her name again… kyouka? kyouka izumi? looking at her almost makes him feel like he’s seeing a reflection of his past self--except more hopeful, and loved. they have only met once but sakunosuke is sincere when he hopes that she could lead a better life than he did.

his eyes drift towards a small potted flower near him as he releases another puff of smoke. it comes as a surprise to him that the begonia flowers he purchased from oichi’s workplace hasn’t wilted yet. sakunosuke has never been a potted flowers type of person before, as he considers them too beautiful- too fragile for someone like him to touch, but he didn’t put much thought into buying it since he wanted to congratulate the oichi for landing a job there. there's just something about her that makes him want to stay close, to make sure that her well-being is taken care of. is this what one would call as platonic affection?

speaking of affection… two brunettes are the first that come to mind.

first is dazai. his friend, who also happens to be one of the port mafia executives—or at least former, according to dazai himself. out of the other familiar faces he had encountered throughout the city, dazai was the one he didn’t see coming at all. it’s almost as if he’s a completely different person now... the way he’s dressed, the way the baby fats are gone and replaced by strong lines and sharp edges, shoulder much broader and nearly a head taller than the last time he had seen him. his gaze is also no longer hollow but melancholic, almost—for the lack of a better word—soft. dazai said it has been years since their last meeting that night in lupin, so sakunosuke supposes that not even a human conundrum like him can escape from time’s grasp.

and ango. ango, ango, ango——

something stings inside his chest at the thought of the bespectacled man. sakunosuke used to think that he is the farthest thing from emotional, knows that rationality should precede any form of sentimental value, and yet he still finds himself upset at ango’s condition when he, from all people should know how disconcerting it is to lose a chunk of one’s memories. the city did it to him- to them. it’s unfair to blame one person for something he cannot help at all.

but that’s what ango has been capable of doing from the start, right? bringing out a side of him that even sakunosuke doesn’t know exist for the better or worse, knowing where to hit and where to stroke gently, his limit and what he’s capable of.

and subsequently spurred saku to take that trust fall years ago.

“i want to take you around the streets of rome."

a shadow of a smile creeps up to his lips as he thumbs the ghost of a kiss upon his knuckle. although koi is not rome, they can make do with what they have now. like they usually do.

the sky has turned into a splash of indigo and coral by the time sakunosuke is done with his third stick. he takes one last drag—the longest one he had that morning—before extinguishing it on the ashtray and disposing the leftovers to the nearest trash bin. it’s a routine that he finds himself still unable to give up, rooting from the guilt of breaking a promise he made years ago with a certain someone. although they aren’t physically there to reprimand him, sakunosuke prefers to think that they’re always with him, in his heart.

gathering the pack and ashtray in his hand, he steps back inside the apartment before closing the sliding door behind him. the sun peeking behind the clouds illuminating the outlines of their apartment with a soft glow, providing sakunosuke with a better lighting to navigate around than an hour before. he quickly slips the two items back in it’s hiding spot and makes a beeline to his bathroom.

but not before something out of place catches his eyes in the full-bodied mirror of the closet door, causing him to retrace his steps back until he sees his full reflection upon it.

a scar that can only be described as coming from a gunshot wound, not bigger than the size of a dime yet prominent on the smooth expanse of his skin, sitting on the lower right side of his chest, dangerously close to his heart. sakunosuke instinctively raise a hand to touch the uneven skin, mirror reflecting his furrowed eyebrows back at him. the scar doesn’t feel new- but not faded enough to come from his assassin days. how come he just noticed this now?

where did this one come from?

#SOLO.#(( go beyond!! PLUS ULTRA!! ))#tw smoking #tw nightmares #tw implied violence

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marcus-forelus · 4 years

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Rae and I are close. We share our happiness and woes as well as push one another to do better in various arenas of life.

We decide to go out and take a break from our separate home lives this Saturday. My wife is at the malls so while she’s on a shopping binge I figure keeping company with a friend out of the house is no big deal. Irina doesn’t need to know and I don’t need the aggravation if she hears about spending innocent day with a friend.

I meet Rae for coffee at a local shop near my house. The shop’s interior is as cold as outside so Rae and I remain wearing coats. After five minutes she asks if something is wrong. Rae knows me well. I let her know that things with Irina and I are not going well. Rae comments that she can see my wife is not taking care of herself and is angrier than usual. We talk for an hour. Rae caresses my cheek and gives me a kiss on the forehead.

She grabs my hand and tells me to follow her. As we walk in the winter air Rae reminds me that I owe her a birthday gift. We reach the door of a Victoria’s Secret. I protest. I don’t want to be seen in a lingerie shop. Rae pulls me through the doorway. Her grasp and tug remind me that she’s a strong woman.

There are two store clerks and a middle age woman with her daughter. Rae comments on the reaction we get from the four white women who look as if they haven’t eaten in a month. She tells me it looks like they think we’re a couple and do not approve of a white man and black woman keeping one another company. Rae is not suffering from paranoia. I notice the stares and sneering.

A pale, lanky, clerk with straight black hair wearing a tight red dress approaches us.

“Can I help you,” she says then looks my friend up and down. “You do know this is a boutique specializing in ladies delicates.”

Rae responds, “I realize it’s a boutique for ladies under things and maybe you can let me know if you can help.”

Rae shrugs her shoulders and lets her overcoat fall to the floor revealing her super tight white Underarmour shirt and black yoga pants. Her clothes look as if they are a second skin. Rae keeps her chin up and invites the skinny women to look at her curvaceous form. The clerk in front of her gasps then tries to utter words but can manage an incomprehensible sound.

“I’m just going to model a few things for my man,” adds my buxom friend. We walk about the store. The women continue to stare and whisper as Rae pulls garments from shelves and racks.

There are white leather chairs near the dressing rooms. Rae has me sit.

“You know dear, I don’t think this store caters to your size,” says the woman of middle age with graying hair wearing a blue pants suit. She fusses with her daughter’s red bustier.

“Wedding?” Rae asks.

The girl chuckles and looks to see if I’m paying attention to her as she dons the seductive item. The mother lets out a sigh and rolls her eyes as a response.

Rae tells me to wait then disappears into the dressing room. When she returns my jaw drops. An eye patch worth of material covers Rae’s bald womanhood, two strings cross her hips then disappear between the large, round, solid masses of her buttocks muscles. She shakes out the lonng braids of her hair. She comments that the old bitch may be right since the 36DDD bra is way to small on her. Rae turns and models in front of me. I am speechless. Her huge chest strains the garment to its limit. She smiles and returns to the dressing rooms.

I look over at the mother and daughter. Their mouths agape and bodies motionless. Rae emerges with a similar ensemble in white, then red, then blue. I feel emotions stir within me that I try to quell but Rae’s performance makes me look at her as more than a friend.

Rae makes a comment about the women in general or as individuals with each shot modeling sorte.

One sales clerk hangs her head while the one wearing the red dress crosses one arm over her chest while the other hangs between her legs as if trying to hide in shame after seeing Rae’s magnificence. The older woman looks as if her jaw will hit the floor as she witnesses the one woman sex parade.

My cock is hard as steel. It hurts as it presses against my jeans. I smile and my chest puffs out in reaction to the pride I feel for Rae. I want her. Thoughts of my marriage dissolve as lust erupts for the busty ebony goddess.

Rae strides toward me. My eyes widen. She rests a hand on her hip and asked me what I think. I stare. My trance breaks by the sound of an expletive. My head turns to its source. It’s the young blonde with long hair. My attention turns back to Rae who smiles.

“Yep, it’s the same black, floral embroidered lace teddy,” Rae says in an even tone. She gives a slight head move in the young blonde’s direction.

My head turns to note if Rae’s statement is accurate. The woman who upon our arrival I remember holding her head high, shoulders back, big smile, perfect posture, and staring at us with disapproval looks as if an insecure sister is in her replace. Viewing Rae in the same outfit the blonde’s hair looks in disarray as if resulting from Rae’s bitch slapping of the arrogant girl’s ego. She looks to have a sick pale hue in comparison with Rae’s dark healthful complexion. Her knobby knees knock together twig like legs as Rae’s thick calves and thighs flex. Her hips are narrow and buttocks cheeks resemble quivering chicken cutlets while Rae’s athletic hips and ass swallow the teddy between massive glutes. The blonde has toothpicks for arms, looks shoulderless as well as backless and look a fifth the mass of Rae’s. The blonde looks as if a strong wind will be able to knock her over; and Rae’s perfect posture and incredible confidence looks like the tornadoe about to annihilate the frail structure.

I utter that I’m in love.

Rae tells me to hold my thought. My eyes follow as she struts toward the hag and her daughter. Rae stops inches from the blonde. The bodacious dark vixen runs her hands down the sides of her own body. “Bitch, the next time you look in the mirror I want your sorry weak ass and flat chest to remember this!”

Rae throws back her shoulders and heaves her gigantic 36F chest. Her huge tan breasts swell beneath as the lace garment tries to contain her assets. Stars strain, her huge orbs swell from the outfits neckline and sides.

“Rae,” I whisper

“No!” screams the hag.

“Oh my word!” cries the blonde.

“Kiss your egos goodbye you titles cunts!” Rae roars. The teddy can no longer contain the tan woman’s massive upper portions. Enormous, gravity defying, F cup breasts burst through the material. Huge dark globes expand upon their release. Humongous ebony nipples point toward the ceiling as the buxom woman arches her back.

Blood rushes to my cock in greater volume in reaction to the sexual excitement of a superior woman taking on a challenge from an inferior girl. The blonde looks more pathetic thanks to Rae’s proximity and display. Earlier my friend and the blonde seem to be of similar height but at this moment the bodacious ebony beauty towers over her slouching adversary. I think how Rae makes the scrawny bitch’s tits look like bee bees. I watch my friend hold her pose as the lesser woman and the hag have Rae obliterate their self confidence and hoping it could last for hours.

“You and your bitch of a mother getting a good look Tiny Tits?” shouts Rae.

At that movement Tiny Tits let’s out a cry and begins to bawl, “Mommy!” The reaction is that of an infant and not a woman of marrying age. The display is disgraceful.

“I’m your new mommy Tiny Tits! Now suck!” Rae grips the back of the girl’s head and slams the blonde face first into her giant breast.

The clerks stand catatonic. Such an event is something there minds cannot compute and puts them in a catatonic state.

Humiliation and fear paralyzes the mother who stands a few feet away. She cups her hands over her blouse and boobs that are bigger than the blonde’s but insignificant in comparison to the ones her daughter faces.

“Come on Tiny Tits suck your bew Momma’s big nipple!”

The blonde struggles for air as breast meat blocks her airways. Rae pays little notice to the hag and adjusts her stance to keep balance like a cowboy breaking a bronco except this cowgirl is breaking a preppie. The lame kicking and slapping of the blonde ceases. Her body relaxes.

“Oh my word,” exclaims the clerk behind me.

Sucking is the dominant sound as Rae makes Tiny Tits pay for not facing her like a woman of substance. The blonde is energetic in her suckling.

“If your flat chested cunt of a mother had a set like mine instead of a pair of dried up white raisins maybe you’d have a body more like mine.” The blonde’s bony right hand presses against the chocolate skin of a gigantic breast as her lips latch on a nipple the size no one in the room recalls ever seeing. Rae relaxes her hold. Tiny Tits is in full submission to her mistress. Rae moans then turns her head toward the hag. “I’m more woman than you and Tiny Tits combined will ever be.”

I stand and walk up behind my friend. Sucking sounds continue. I place a hand on each of Rae’s bare shoulder and press my bulge into the crevice of her ass.

Rae moans and tilts back her head. “You proud of me, Baby?”

“Yes,” I respond. My cock begins throbbing.

Rae pulls back on the blonde’s head. “Go gather everything I tried on and take it to the counter, pay for my stuff, then I’ll have you carry it to my boyfriend’s car.”

Tiny Tits obeys. The hag lets out a sigh and turns. Rae grabs her arm and turns the woman so they face one another.

“Where are you going, Bitch?”

We stand watching in amazement as Rae has the skinny hag strip bare and then don the teddy that is in tatters thanks to her daughter’s mistress. The hag bows her head sobbing as the rag dangles from her. Rae dresses herself in front of the woman watching her weep.

“What are you thinking now, Bitch?” Rae says as she folds her overcoat in the crook on an arm.

“I never felt so inadequate,” weeps the woman.

Rae puts a finger under the woman’s chin and raises it so they make eye contact.

“What’s my name you worthless, flat chested, cunt?”

“Mistress,” responds the woman.

As we leave the store I see the woman drop to her knees sobbing as the clerks move toward her in a futile effort to console her.

Tiny Tits follows us to my car. She loads Rae’s new clothes into the vehicle.

Before Rae gets into the passenger seat she turns to Tiny Tits and says, “good luck with your wedding, try not to cry too much when you think of me every time you get undressed.”

I drive out of the parking lot.

“Take me to your place,” Rae says then cups her hand over my bulge.

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bbaba-yagaa · 5 years

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Pleasure Before Business

A/N: I wrote this last Thursday but finished it too late to post. It was another one of those days.... a thirsty Thursday.

Summary: Post ILB, Pine Springs is at peace, but trouble is brewing elsewhere. What does that mean? Road trip!

Pairings: Danni x Harper (M!MC)

Rating: 18+ NS*W!!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I'm only borrowing them.

Word Count: 1650

Tagging: @brightpinkpeppercorn @queerchoicesblog @edgydepressedchoicesthot @sceptilemasterr @bhavf

A newer model, compact sedan steadily navigates the narrow winding road just outside of Hood River, Oregon. In the driver's seat is Danni Asturias whose eyes are fixed in concentration on the path ahead. Beside her, Harper Vance is quietly mulling over information the two of them had been collecting from local newspapers. Events similar to the ones that transpired in Westchester and Pine Springs had begun to make headlines in news articles originating from the relatively small town. The Pine Springs group had fully expected the power to resurface at some point, but they had hoped it wouldn't happen so soon. Now on their way to turn over a few rocks and see what they can dig up from the local happenings, the tense, young couple share a nervous anticipation of what they may find. These events always centered around a group of people shared a mutual fascination with a power they could never hope to understand or control.

Harper scratches his head in frustration, rolls down the passenger side window and sticks his head out to enjoy the cool mountain air.

“You alright over there, Vance?” Danni casts a sideways glance at her companion while keeping full attention on the road ahead.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit wound up.” He pulls his head back inside and runs a hand through his windblown hair.

As Harper rolls up the window, a sign reading: Welcome to Hood River, Oregon! Population 7,000, comes into view. When they drive past it, the idyllic little town begins to materialize off in the distance.

As they enter town and begin to make their way down a main street, Danni takes notice of her companion’s growing anxiety. “Hey, there's a cute local shop that I saw online that has great reviews and I think it really fits my m.o. Do you want to check it out and unwind a bit before we get into full blown, monster hunter mode?”

Harper smiles at her enthusiasm and nods in agreement. He knows that if Danni is interested in something, then it's sure to be good for laughs and possibly a fun conversation topic later.

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As Danni brings the small sedan to a halt, Harper looks around in confusion. The two of them are parked curbside, in front of what appears to be a house. On the front most eve is the name: ‘Duddy Ruck.

“What the hell is this? It looks like a house.” Harper laughs aloud and turns to his girlfriend who is wearing a huge smile.

“Right? Wait till you see the inside, you'll hardly believe your eyes.” Danni throws open her car door and hops out, prompting Harper to follow suit. Together, the couple descends the stairs from street level and heads inside. Once inside, Danni stands back and relishes the look of amazement on her boyfriend's face as he takes in the large interior of the store. On the outside, the Duddy Ruck appeared small and quaint, but on the inside, it was indeed a full blown clothing store. Every shelf, rack and display is filled to the brim with flannel shirts, denim jeans; along with an array of brightly colored spring attire and activewear.

“Wow, you weren't kidding. This store totally oozes the same energy you do.” Harper flinches reflexively as Danni playfully slugs his shoulder before pulling him toward the first rack of clothes. Unsurprisingly, the first thing that catches her attention is a circular rack of assorted flannel shirts.

Harper chuckles as his girlfriend excitedly flips through them while searching for her size and a color she likes. “You could at least try to be unpredictable once in a while.” He quickly ducks around the opposite side of the rack as Danni shoots an angry glare his way.

“What's wrong with flannels?! You know they are my favorite.” She hangs a shirt back on the rack before circling around to confront her boyfriend.

“Nothing, nothing at all! I only meant I saw that coming a mile away.” Slowly, Harper lowers his hands from their defensive position as Danni mulls over his words. A wide grin crosses her face as she catches sight of a particularly inviting shelf of clothes.

“Predictable, huh? How about these?” Practically bouncing over to a table of bright colored sundresses, she reaches for the mannequin standing nearby. After snatching the broad, flat brimmed hat from its head, Danni twirls it between her fingers and puts it on.

“What do you think, Vance: is this predictable?”

“Yeah, but only a little bit. Now I'm getting the vibe that you are putting some effort into it.” Harper ducks away laughing just in time to avoid another playful slap from his flustered girlfriend.

Before Danni can give chase, her eyes land on a bright yellow sundress. She picks it up tenderly, checks the tag and giggles happily upon seeing that it's just her size. While Harper hovers just on the other side of a circular clothing rack, Danni folds up the garment quickly and heads toward the changing room nearby. Her boyfriend notices the dress in his girlfriend's hands just as she steps inside the booth and closes the door behind her. The young man plops down into a chair nearby and waits anxiously to see what Danni has in store.

Harper's jaw drops in disbelief when Danni reemerges a few minutes later. The bright yellow sundress perfectly complements her curvy figure as she struts out of the small booth toward her boyfriend. Atop her head sits the bleached white hat from earlier, but now she's pulled the brim down low over her eyes. As she comes to a stop in front of Harper, the mid thigh length hem of the dress catches his eye. Never before has he seen Danni show off so much of those long tan legs without them being hidden under the thin veil of her usual tights; in public at least.

“Well, don't leave me in suspense, Harper. How's this for predictable? Should I make a duck face too?” Danni puckers her lips and pops a hip out to one side before placing an open palm on it.

As Harper runs his eyes along every sensual curve of Danni's body, a familiar tightness begins to grow in his pants. He quickly checks to see if anyone is watching him and his girlfriend before standing up and pulling her back into the changing booth. The brunette doesn't have time to utter a single word before her boyfriend brings his lips crashing into hers. Quiet moans escape from the two of them as Harper picks her up, wraps those long legs around his waist and sits her on a small ledge in the back of the changing room.

“I just want… to say… that I totally expected this.” Danni's words come between kisses as her hands quickly undo Harpers pants. She slips her hand into his boxers and begins to stroke his hard length. While working him just the way he likes, Harper’s hands work their way up her dress and quickly do away with the panties beneath. As their kisses grow in passion and desperation, the young man slips a hand between her thighs. He then begins to gently run his fingers through her slick folds; spreading her growing excitement through them before starting to tease her clit. An approving moan escapes the brunette’s lips and Harper instinctively cups a hand over her mouth. While trembling in excitement, Danni pulls her boyfriend's pants down to knee high height and starts to massage the entirety of his manhood as she continues to stroke him. When the anticipation between them reaches a fever pitch when Harper slips a finger inside his girlfriend while the circles he traces around her clit grow smaller and faster. Teetering on the verge of release, Danni pulls Harper close and positions the tip of his erection at her entrance. He enters her with one, single thrust and the brunette claps a hand over his mouth as he hisses in satisfaction. The two of them begin to rock their hips together aggressively: both of them desperate for the sweet release only they could provide for each other. Muffled breathes and stifled moans slip from the couple's cupped mouths as the thrusting grows more aggressive and erratic. As Danni's walls tighten around Harper's length, signaling her release, he withdraws and finishes on the yellow sundress unintentionally. While the two of them catch their breath and struggle to redress, the brunette once again slaps her boyfriend on the arm.

“Way to go, Vance,” Danni's voice comes out as a semi angry whisper, “Now I have to buy this dress.”

“Hey, I'm not complaining. It looks really good on you. Come to think of it, you should get the hat too.” Harper grins in satisfaction as his girlfriend's cheeks redden at the barrage of compliments.

*******

After the two of them manage to exit the dressing room and pay for their clothes without drawing suspicion, Danni and Harper leave the shop. When they sit down and close the doors of the car, a fit of uncontrollable laughed breaks out between them. The couple tries and fails to recompose themselves several times before finally succeeding.

“That was great Harper; we should do this more often.” Danni wipes away a stray tear of joy as her boyfriend rubs his aching sides.

“We could totally make a thing out of finding random clothing stores to have sex in.” Another chuckle escapes the young man as he rubs his face with both hands.

After a quiet moment of relishing their daring feat, Danni turns to her boyfriend with determination. “So, are we ready to go monster hunting now?”

“Hell yeah, let's do this.” Harper grabs his seatbelt and clicks it into place as Danni starts the car, throws it in gear and quickly speeds off toward their destination.

#ilb fanfic #choices ilb #danni asturias #danni x m!mc #ns*w

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vampirefreakism · 5 years

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The Scientist (Chapter 26)

Summary: In the events following Asgard’s destruction, Loki finds himself on Earth seeking refuge to await the inevitable. Much to his surprise, it comes from a source he would never have expected.

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The Soundtrack So Far

Warnings: some fluff, some tension, idk ice? cold stuff?

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: Tell me something: why do I have to make these chapters so long? Why can't I be a more normal writer and release chapters that are, at most, 2k words in length? At this rate, I'll be 250k+ words before I'm done and omfg that's an "at least" prediction. Anywho, I'm seeing Captain Marvel tomorrow, and I am so excited. My soul might leave my body and transcend into the next dimension all from my love for women. Hell to the yeah, folks.

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The voice of the newscaster resounded about the shared apartment, holding the attention of one Norse god. His human companion sat near him, on the floor, still in the process of fixing his damaged armored suit. The rips and tears littering it were all stitched up using various techniques, and the scuffs and stains all distant memories. The boots and shoulder pieces, however, were a challenge. They were not ripped but scraped and frayed. Such damage to hard material could not be sewn back together or scrubbed clean with soap, water, and alcohol.

Luna grabbed a few extra items from her room – quick-dry epoxy, a scrap piece of cardboard, and a flat stick – she believed would work in laying down and repairing the tattered areas. Loki kept a watchful eye on her, as he always did when she handled his close personal belongings. She didn’t mind. It was the one time she meddled in the things she hadn’t bought him, so as per common decency, she handled them in front of him.

“You think that’ll work?” Loki chimed, his green gaze set on the woman seated on the floor.

She lifted her eyes to meet his. “In fixing it? I sure hope so.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“I just keep trying different things until I feel like giving up.” Luna returned her attention to the shoulder piece.

She smoothed the clear epoxy mix firmly and carefully till it was too tacky to continue. Slowly, she switched to the other side. The layers made it tricky, but she had all evening if she didn’t want to leave the house. Loki was satisfied for the moment, the fridge was stocked with enough leftovers to last them the weekend, and, in case they were plagued by unwanted sleepless nights or the occasional dark emotion, the freezer had plenty of ice cream pints.

Loki stuck to his program. The subject matter interested him in a way Luna could not fathom. To each his own, she reminded herself. If he didn’t attempt to create unrest under her roof, he could do as he liked. She liked the peace in her home too much to let someone else disturb it. It seemed he liked it as well and took steps on his own to ensure it.

Satisfied with the job she had done, Luna slowly got up, suit top in hand, and walked it to the empty chairs by the counter. She set it down on one, resting the undried epoxy patches away from any surface. She dusted her hands. Another job well-done, if she said so herself.

Upon returning from putting her supplies back where they came from, Loki called her attention.

“Tell me, who is that?” He pointed to the television playing a local news station, in particular at the figure the story was about.

“Him?” Luna confirmed. “That’s our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.”

“Oh, I know that but who is he exactly? Beneath the mask?” Loki was a tad perturbed.

Luna shrugged and lied. “I wouldn’t know. I don’t think anyone does.”

“They trust a hero they cannot see? Odd concept.” The master of lies believed her. Another victory of the day.

“I'm sure people are skeptical, but he's never done anything malicious, and he helps out the little guy. You know, the underappreciated.” A little slice of truth for him.

“Huh. I suppose he is appealing.” Loki crossed his arms and observed the individual clad in red and blue. “Is he an Avenger?”

Luna chuckled, shaking her head. “Oh, no. No, he is not. Good thing, too.”

“How come? He seems capable enough.” Luna paused.

“Because, uh, he, uh, that’s his job. You know, he’s more of a freelance vigilante than one tied to an organization like the Avengers.” She could see the look on Loki’s face. He didn’t believe her for a second. “You know, I don’t really know. You know I mainly keep to myself, so any newbies go right under my nose.” She waved a hand in the air.

“Mm-hm.” Loki eyed her, not sounding convinced, but he didn’t need to be yet. Luna feigned ignorance well enough.

The pair watched the rest of the program with Luna now perched atop the couch arm. She was at a loss for what to fill the rest of her afternoon and evening with. The oncoming snow storm looked to be getting worse each day it didn't show. There was residual fear of being snowed in, or at least cautioned to not venture outside. Shopping needed to be done, and additional activities had to be seen to, for either of the apartment occupants could easily succumb to cabin fever. Loki was a patient fellow and didn’t show his restlessness easily, but he hated being cooped up as much as Luna did.

An idea popped into her head, making Luna snap her fingers. “Hey, after we do some shopping, how about we do something?”

“What kind of something?”

“A fun something, at least before it snows. Like, uh,” she tapped her lower lip, “ooh! Like ice skating! If we go now, we can make it before there are too many people.”

“Ice skating?” Loki was perplexed. “Where would we be going?”

"Rockefeller Center," Luna said as she scurried to her room. “It's stunning this time of year." She called out. She shuffled back into the living room, phone in hand. “Ok, I can reserve some tickets online. So, yes or no?”

“This place is not in Manhattan…is it?” Loki asked tentatively.

Luna paused. “Yeah, but you’ll be fine. It’ll be fine,” she said quickly, waving a hand around. “Come on, let’s get ready. We need to at least get you a coat before we’re snowed in for a week.”

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“You know, I don’t even really need the coat. My jacket is enough,” Loki said, grabbing cradling his rental skates. The new garment reminded him a bit too much of his Stuttgart outfit, and it was wholly disconcerting.

Luna picked up her pair after him. “I am aware, Mr. The-Cold-Never-Bothered-Me-Anyway, but it is about 30 degrees out and getting colder, and since we’re going to be around a lot of people, you not wearing a coat would be cause for alarm.” She hastened over to a free bench and sat down. Loki followed suit and took his place by her side.

He watched as she pulled her boots off, stretched a foot out, and force it into the bladed skating boot. She repeated the action with her other foot and laced them up with practiced precision. Loki looked at his own and copied her to the best of his ability. The crisscross of the laces he was able to get, but their desired tightness proved more difficult.

Luna had tested her laces a few times – loosening them, retying them, standing up, and repeated the procedure – before Loki first finishing his. Luna stood upright and firm as though she were on the flats of her feet, not balanced on the edges of twin blades. She shifted her weight from left to right and felt satisfied. Loki mimicked her, but he did not feel the same.

With a stumble, he sat down and roughly undid his laces. Luna, noticing his agitated state, sat back in her spot.

“Aren’t you supposed to be an expert with the blade?” She joked, hoping to dissipate some of Loki’s frustration.

“Yes, in wielding them. Not wearing them.” He quipped back with an evident edge in his voice.

Luna knocked the edge of her boot against his. “You can wield these too. They can cause some serious damage if they’re sharp enough. I’ve pricked myself on my own skates more times than I can count when I was younger.”

Loki fiddled with the stray lace. “You did this a lot?”

“Oh, yes. I used to be quite the figure skater.” Luna smiled, recalling the memories from her youth.

“Figure skater?” Loki pondered, knitting his brows. None of his investigative endeavors have yet provided an inkling of this kind of information. He was curious.

“It’s like ballet, but on the ice.” Luna glanced down at Loki’s still-undone boots. “Here, let me do that for you.” She twisted around to straddle the bench they sat on and spun her hand around, gesturing for Loki to do the same. He did as she asked and faced her full-on.

Wishing to get on with the task, Luna gave Loki’s left leg two firm pats for him to lift it. She had to scoot back once he stretched it out. It was easy to forget how long he was. She maneuvered his foot into a proper resting position and got to work, loosening and retightening his shoe.

Loki felt the tap-tap of her fingers through the thick material, but her light touch barely preoccupied his thoughts. It was clear he did not know everything about her and his snooping could only take him so far. He wondered how much her Avengers knew. If they knew more than him. He felt jealousy grow at the prospect of missing out. However inconsequential it may be, Loki loved being the first in the know about everything.

Tentatively, he continued the conversation. “You miss it?”

Luna looked up from her task. “Hmm?” With his head, Loki gestured to the skate in her hand. “Oh. Uh, yeah.” She nodded, a little despondent. “I almost completed my training when I had to stop.”

“What made you? Stop, I mean.”

“School.” She jerked his foot a bit as she fastened the laces around the metal loops. “I had to choose between spending my time practicing triple axels and working on homework and, well,” she chuckled, “my three science degrees should be enough to tell you what my decision was.” A few more tugs and a knotted bow finished the job. “Alright, circle your foot around. You want it to feel firm on the joint, but not painfully so.” Slowly, Loki lifted his foot and rotated it clockwise, switching directions once he felt satisfied. “How is it?” Luna asked.

“It’s good,” Loki muttered.

“Good,” Luna echoed, smiling lazily and placing a hand on his opposite knee. “Now for the next one.”

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Loki, gripping the edge of the rink wall, stood as static as his body would allow. “So how on earth do you move with these?” He was capable on the ice, but the kind he has experienced in the past was always blanketed with a thin layer of snow. The surface beneath him now beheld no such traction.

Before him, Luna kept a watchful eye on his posture. “You just, you know, stand. Like this.” She presented her feet, the blades positioned in a small V. “And push with the edge.” Her foot facing away propelled her forward to Loki’s side.

“I've been doing that, and it's not working.”

“That’s because you’re treating it like you’re walking.”

“Oh, you make it sound so easy.” Loki sneered a little.

Luna let out a low groan and moved backward to stand face-to-face with him. "Pretend you’re dancing. Feel the ice beneath you and use it. Follow it as you would a partner. And, if you want,” she held her gloved hands out, “I can help lead you.”

Loki kept watch of her open hands as he slowly extended one of his towards them. Settling a firm grasp on the one he held, he let the other follow. “Don’t worry, I got you,” Luna sent him a sweet smile, careful not to lose her grip on him. Loki presented himself as calm. He had captured the attention of the right person and, though he loved attention, was intent on not drawing more.

“Now, stand up a little straighter and push gently.” Loki did as he was told and pushed with the blade at an angle. Luna glided backward, guiding him steadily over the shallow divots in the ice. “And again. And again. See?” With a pivot of her foot, she swiveled to stand beside Loki, still holding onto the hand furthest from the wall. “Not so hard.”

Loki looked down at her, smirking a little, and nudged her. “Well, I have an excellent teacher.”

Luna giggled and bumped him back. “Hey, don’t jinx it just yet. The last time these skates were sharpened was probably during the time of Lewis and Clark, and this ice is already pretty cut, so it’s very easy to trip on.” A glance down confirmed her feet to be at a safe distance from Loki’s. “Fresh, smooth ice is like heaven to be on, but you probably know that already.”

Loki hummed in response. He had an idea of how it would be. Being on the ice at this moment was pleasant. In tandem, they skated in silence, staying close to the wall for safety but far enough away to let other struggling patrons cling to it.

The cold crept up on Loki, quickly and quietly. It didn’t hurt him like it would a human, but he knew it was there. The air alone took less from him than if he came into contact with the ice itself. One touch from his bare hand may expose him. He wasn’t willing to take the risk. Not in a crowded area filled with people whose lives he had directly affected. He was lucky to be holding the hand of someone with a giving and forgiving heart. The couples and families around him would not grant him as much grace, no matter what pretty lies he may spin.

His eyes strayed from the people in front of him to the decorations above and around him. The settling darkness in the sky enhanced the brightness of the colored lights. The ice reflected them, making it seem like he was floating above a white sea of rainbow stars. The Christmas tree stood high above them, a beacon of glad tidings during a happy season. A sweetness settled within Loki’s heart, but it did not come without a thin lining of bitterness.

“Answer me something,” he asked Luna.

“Okay,” she replied, keeping her voice hushed.

Loki paused, feeling the words circle about, and spoke. “Was this place destroyed?”

“When?” Luna knew what he was referring to, but she had to make sure.

“During…,” Loki looked down, “my first visit.”

“Probably,” she stated, “but look how nice it is right now.”

Loki didn’t bother. Visions of destruction plagued his mind, obscuring his view. He enjoyed the place and his present company. Thinking of it no longer existing didn’t sit well with him.

Luna sensed the storm brewing inside him and squeezed his hand. “Don’t dwell on it.”

“Why not? It’s my wrongdoing.”

“Because it doesn’t do any good. Dwelling never fixes anything.”

Loki blinked and looked down at the crown of Luna’s head as he regarded her statement. The first time she had confronted any issue regarding his past, and it was over and done with before he could spare any additional words. And how nonchalant she was about it. Loki was almost convinced she had forgotten about the incident or never heard of it. No, she was worlds smarter than that. Loki was the one who forgot and took her for granted. She was as merciful as she was gracious.

Yes, dwelling doesn’t fix anything. He would follow her example and brush it off for a time when it is a problem, for it wasn’t now.

Carefully, Loki changed the subject. “You know, many centuries ago, people used these as a method of transportation.”

Luna peered up at him, eager to know the context with which he spoke. A tilt of his head towards the ground gave her what she needed to continue.

“And you traveled with them, I suppose?”

Loki snickered. “Heavens, no. That was well before my time, around the era of my grandfather Bor’s rule.”

“Did you know him?”

He paused. “Also before my time.”

“I never knew my grandfathers either. One died of cancer; the other, a stroke.” Luna caught herself. It was early enough to stop. “Sorry. You didn’t need to know that.”

Alas, more information Loki couldn’t find in her diaries. “What do you know about them?” He had to know more.

“Well,” Luna assembled her words, “I know I would have liked one more than the other. But isn’t that how it is with all family?”

Loki let out a laugh. “How right you are.” Memories of times passed surfaced here and there in his thoughts. Yes, how right she was. If she only knew how much.

Unabashedly, as his gaze fell elsewhere, Luna admired him. She had gotten him to smile out of genuine amusement. And his laugh. A reward in and of itself. ‘Tamed the beast,’ an onlooker might say. But such a statement couldn’t be farther from the truth. He was no beast.

The two skated further around the rink, passing straggling children trying to stay on two feet and teens doing their best not to get too rowdy. No one bothered to notice them. Glances were spared only to prevent any unnecessary collisions. They spoke naught for they felt no need to. The peace they achieved at home had extended out past the threshold. To say the least, it was nice. Others could do the chattering in their place. Until, of course, one decided to take the reins.

“So, is it true?” Luna asked, a slight smirk making its way onto her face.

“Is what true?” Loki asked back, not bothering to look away from the ice before him.

“About Sleipnir?”

Confusion passed over Loki, as such a thing had not crossed his mind in many a moon. But, he caught on to what she meant and snickered lightly. “Dear, no. He was real, yes, but he was another being from before me. I took a liking to the creature while in my youth and most people mocked me for it, aptly calling me his ‘mother.’”

Luna smiled at the sentiment. “That’s nice you gave him company, though. How beautiful he must have been.”

“Quite so. A magnificent animal. Odin didn’t appreciate him properly, but then again, he rarely did with anything." Rather than get into another tense topic, Loki dispelled any increasing strain. “However, perhaps in another universe, he would have been my true son.”

Luna paused and tittered a little. “Yeah, and you would have vibrant red hair and a whole wife.”

“My goodness, just imagine!” Loki bolstered, pulling a laugh from her.

Moments like these granted him a precious second to admire the beauty of his young friend. Could he call her ‘friend?’ As he thought on how delightfully warm he found her smile, he found himself treading back into dangerous territory. Friends, in his experience, were never around for long and he was so blinded by the wishful thinking he couldn't catch their lies until it was too late for his heart. Maybe they did like him, but they never preferred him. Then again, they were not her. None from his past were like her, and perhaps it would be alright for him. But, for now, only the Norns could tell.

Before long, announcements were made for all active skaters to vacate the rink for the Zamboni to makes its rounds. Luna and Loki took their sweet time, unlike a select few who thought it would be fun to race to the exit. The loud, rapid scraping of their blades alerted those around to their oncoming presence; a presence Luna did not keep track of.

Heads were turned, and gazes averted. The instance spelled disaster. Luckily, Loki possessed a distinct taste for it. He felt the moment coming a breath before anyone else did. One individual was going too fast, got bumped by a friend, and was careening towards the spot Luna was gliding towards. With a rough yank, Loki took hold of her and moved her out of the stranger’s path. He held her tight against the wall to prevent her from slipping and rendering his efforts naught. The stranger recovered quickly, threw them an apology, and continued on their way.

The two stood for a spell; Loki’s arms around her torso and Luna’s hands gripping his coat’s collar. Slowly and steadily, he leaned back.

“Are you alright?” He asked, a bit breathless.

“Uh-huh, yeah.” Luna moved her hands to the sides of his shoulders. “Thanks,” she whispered. He was closer than usual. Not something she was used to.

“Of course,” he whispered back as he stared into her eyes. They were full and dark from the night sky, shining in the lights from above. Again, they captured him. Inconveniently, at best, but it couldn’t be helped.

Time caught up, and Luna slid her hands down to his biceps with the sole purpose of gently pushing him off, but one touch and she stopped. The words of May Parker surfaced in her mind. Loki was indeed firm and strong by the way he held her. She knew so from her first dance with him but feeling him again like this was a whole other matter. Coupled with the intenseness of his gaze, he made her feel hot under the collar. A completely involuntary reaction. It couldn’t be helped.

Dragging herself back into reality, Luna gave his arm a tap. “We, uh, we should get going before we’re forcibly removed.”

“Oh, yes,” Loki muttered, pulling back and standing at his full height. He gestured to the ice in front of them on the path to the gate. Ever the gentleman, he allowed Luna to go first if she wished. Eager to escape the awkward situation, she took the invitation and skated off with Loki trailing behind her.

In the sitting area, they sipped on individual hot chocolates and let their minds scramble in different directions. No thought led gracefully to another. The abruptness of their proximity left no room for control. They faked it well, though. Luna gradually regained it by tapping out the beat to a song playing over the speakers.

The first thing she consciously felt was comfortable. A bit rattled from the experience, but not wishing she could get away from Loki. She didn't have to try with him, in the best way. She'd admit it was scary, for it might be too good to be true. She wondered how he was in his past. If anyone else felt like this around him. Perhaps they did. Maybe it was none of her business. No harm in imagining, though.

“You must have had a lot of friends on Asgard,” she said, snapping Loki out of whatever musing he was in.

He turned the cup around in his hand. “Why would you think something like that?”

“Because it takes no energy to hang out with you.”

Loki creased his brow. “Thank…you?” In all his years, never had he heard something like that.

Luna laughed, a little nervous. “No, no, it’s a good thing. It’s inviting, at least to people like me.” She fiddled with the plastic lid, trusting he could see what she meant. The growing grin on his face gave her a hint of what he felt.

“Well, for your sake,” he held up his half-empty cup, “I’m glad,” and tapped it gently against hers.

Cheers to someone who preferred his company. Cheers to someone he liked to be around. Cheers to his beautiful friend named after the moon.

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syrahnbloodfeather · 5 years

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The Lord of the Glade

This was the first meeting since the attack on the Glade, and the first one Ijiro’s attended as a Lord, and not Syrahn’s esteemed retainer; if he had it his way, this would be the last one for a long time. He couldn't believe how much he missed facing the horrors of Northrend… at least then the enemy was right in front of you, not hiding behind fake smiles and practiced manners like cowards.

Ijiro sat in the high chair that was molded and shaped to perfectly fit his wife; the seat was large enough, admittedly to his amusement, but the discomfort from the elevated armrests rubbing at his ribs slowly chipped away at his smirk. He was apparently scowling far too much and for too long, as Syrahn reached up and gently squeezed his hand to try and calm him down. Ijiro met her gaze and her soft smile, but he couldn't bring himself to return the favor; someone in this room wants her dead, and he was determined to drag that coward - or cowards - out of hiding. As the Lord of the Amber Glade, it was well within his newly appointed authority to turn the Glade inside out to find them.

“Lord Bloodfeather,” Viridias called, “You seem to have something on your mind. Would you like to say something to the great houses, given recent events?” She couldn't hide her emotions like Miriam; he knew exactly what she wanted, and he had no qualms about doing just that.

Ijiro gave Syrahn’s soft knuckles a quick smooch before releasing his grip to pull himself out of that uncomfortable chair. “I've been informed that being Lord of the ruling house of the Amber Glade has its perks, yeah? The one that makes my word law has held my attention the most.”

“This is true…” Lady Tidebloom assured. “But… we have meetings such as these to offer our grievances for review. While your word is final, it never hurts to hear a second opinion.” She cleared her throat before adding, “With all due respect, my Lord.”

Ijiro glanced back at Syrahn for feedback, but all his wife did was anxiously stare at him in silence. “A High Justicar died on our soil. Not just any human, either… the only Blood Elf within their order, and the only one that kept their order neutral.” Ijiro turned back to face the other families. “... I heard we charged his family for damages to the Glade. How much was that, exactly?”

Lord Hearthdust fumbled with a few scrolls and his reading monocle before answering. “It was… six million, two hundred thousand, and seventy seven gold coins, my Lord.” He then glanced around at the others before saying, “Erm… for the destruction of a priceless statue honoring the late Lord Sunlust… my Lord.”

Ijiro’s scowl returned. “Is this the hill we want to die on? We rob a wife of her husband and a daughter of her father, yeah? Then charge a grieving widow and a weakened house a small fortune for the trouble? Do you not remember what happened to our kingdom when we pushed our allies away the first time?” He didn't bother waiting for an answer. “House Sun’rael could've stopped the recent assault on our home, but they were too busy bleeding from the gold we stole from them to assist us. This farce needs to be corrected. Now.”

Not a single person made a sound. The lords and ladies of these seven great houses stared at Ijiro with varying expressions on their faces, while he simply looked them over. Syrahn stared at the back of her husband’s head before looking around the room; she never dared to be so assertive to the other houses in fear of repercussions. Even now she still feared them. “Every house present will write a letter of apology to House Sun’rael for the irreparable damage we committed on them. The Amber Glade will also pay back the gold we stole, plus interest.”

“My Lord,” Lord Sunpath started, catching Ijiro’s attention. “This hardly seems appropriate… Alucieus laid waste to our home… it is only fitting th-”

“This isn’t up for debate. Or review.” Lord Bloodfeather turned to face the old elf. “We're giving back their six mil, plus two more mil for the trouble.”

Low voices whispered to each other in light of the news. Lady Starsurge piped up for the first time in recent memory. “How will we pay these reparations? This month’s tribute has already been collected.”

“Hopefully it won’t come to that.” Ijiro slowly scratched his chin and neck while he pondered the problem for a bit. “Lady Viridias, you’ve been doing a good job watching the Glade’s goldflow, yeah? Where could we get the funds for this dilemma?”

“We have a great feast planned for the end of the month during the Pilgrim’s Bounty, Lord Bloodfeather.” She proudly announced, glancing over at Lord Sunpath across the room. “Not to mention our Winter's Veil festival, and our New Year's celebration.”

“Cancel them all.” Lord Bloodfeather commanded. “Allocate the gold for House Sun’rael, and whatever we have left will go into rebuilding the businesses that were burned down or destroyed from the recent attack.”

Syrahn never once thought Ijiro would be so well suited for this position. Ever since she gained an interest in him, the thought of him blundering around the minefield infamously known as Sin’dorei politics kept her resistant to his charm for nearly a year. Yet here he was, once again succeeding her expectations. Her heart fluttered when he glanced over his shoulder to look her over; she felt a great sense of pride when he gazed at her with his single emerald eye, but neither her feelings nor her smile lasted much longer.

“Speaking of the attack, the Glade is currently under martial law, as you all know.” Ijiro almost immediately sounded out of breath - a surefire sign of his rising anger. He paused only to walk around his family’s table to stand in the center of the room. “Void Elves slipped into the Glade and ravaged plenty of homes, and businesses… and families. Lots of good folks died, yeah…? But something isn’t adding up. Lor’themar Theron himself sent the local Silvermoon Guard to comb Eversong clean of any Void Elves, but these monsters had to come from somewhere, right?” Ijiro began pacing back and forth, looking almost ready to start swinging. “I have reasonable suspicion at least one of you plotted to take my wife’s life!”

Lord Greyshade looked incredibly uncomfortable, but said nothing; the other lords and ladies present weren’t so respectful. They whispered in low voices to each other with most of them openly questioning Ijiro’s mental state to be making accusations like this.

“Now, I’ve done things I’m not proud of. Lots of things, in fact.” Lord Bloodfeather took in a deep breath before pointing an accusing finger at them. “I’m a wrathful man. Always have been… but my father also taught me about patience. Understanding… and above all… mercy.” He turned to glare at Lord Greyshade as he said, “If you admit to these crimes, I’ll banish you and your house on the morrow. But… no one will be harmed, yeah?” He then turned to face Lord Sunpath to get a good look at his hardened frown, then to Lady Starsurge, then to Lord Bladewhisper. “If I have to catch your scent and run you down… I promise you. There. Will. Be. Blood. So what’s it gonna be?”

There was only silence.

“So be it.” Ijiro’s posture finally relaxed. “My family and my two guard captains will stay here. The rest of you are dismissed.” Syrahn stared at her husband in shock while the others slowly shuffled out of the room; suddenly she felt very lightheaded, and only managed to regain herself once he began his return to her side.

“A fine mess you just made.” Miriam hissed. “Secrecy was our greatest asset, and you just tossed it out with the bathwater. Was threatening the entire Amber Glade a gut reaction, or did you plan this madness from the beginning of this meeting?!”

Ijiro eyed his new sister-in-law before answering. “Planned.” He then turned his attention back to Syrahn. “Two things are gonna happen now. Either they’ll be so pissed some lowborn trash made them a fool, and make more mistakes… or they’ll try to lay low so I don’t catch on. Either way, you’re safer. That’s all that matters.” Miriam opened her mouth to protest, but instead took another deep swig of her glass of wine.

“I quite enjoyed seeing the shock on their faces.” Viridias leaned back in her chair with a gentle shrug. “Do you have a plan, Lord Bloodfeather?”

“I want a list of every elf we can trust. From the heads of the great houses to the lowly stable boys. I need to know who our allies are before I can start my search, yeah?” He whipped around to face Lord Zaetan and Lord Victus, who both stiffened in attention. “Also I don’t need two guard captains. One of you needs to go.” Before Syrahn could open her mouth to speak, he pointed to Lord Victus. “I want your boots on the ground outside. Make sure the guards are on high alert until I say otherwise, and start rebuilding the Market Square. Every minute those people suffer without our aid, or money and morale drains, yeah?”

“At once, my Lord.” Lord Victus shot Lord Zaetan a smug grin before leaving to attend to his duties.

Zaetan let out a soft sigh before relaxing his shoulders. “I… don’t believe I’ve ever been fired before, my Lord.”

“Think of it more as a promotion. You can swing that sword, right? Or is it just to discourage petty criminals?” Ijiro asked, crossing his arms.

His eyes flickered for a moment while he studied Lord Bloodfeather before answering. “I’ve swung it well so far, my Lord.”

“Good. I want you to be Syrahn’s personal retainer. She needs someone who can defend her when I’m not around, and I need that snake in the grass Victus away from the Amber Castle as often as possible. And by Amber Castle, I of course mean my wife.”

Lord Zaetan straightened up with a satisfied grin. “I'll begin daily patrols in her tower. Thank you, my Lord.”

Ijiro shot a glance over at Syrahn-and his two sister-in-laws. “Get the gold ready for the journey to the Sun’rael Estate. Syrahn, I think you should send a letter ahead, yeah? Your handwriting will forever be better than mine.”

“O-okay…” Syrahn managed to squeak out, stirring her husband to gently grasp her hands. When he went to release her, she only tightened her grip on his coarse fingers. “I… we need to tell you something important.” Both Viridias and Miriam took the cue to give them some space, and headed back to their duties without another word. “I haven't had a stomach ache all this time you've been home… Jiro…” Syrahn took in a deep breath before letting it out. “I'm pregnant with a son.”

Lord Bloodfeather suddenly looked like he was punched in the gut. He stumbled back a few steps while his eye snapped to Syrahn’s stomach, with shock and disbelief radiating from his face. “What…” Ijiro started, running a trembling hand through his hair. “Why did you wait to tell me this?”

“I didn't want you blurting it out in front of the other houses.” She answered calmly, but her brow instinctively furrowed before continuing with, “... are you angry with me?”

“Angry? Never.” Ijiro couldn’t help but let out a weakened laugh. “I must be a fool for not noticing, yeah? Didn’t think this would… happen so soon… despite our um… ‘meetings’ every time I was back for resupply, heheh…”

“Promise me you won’t tell the other houses.” A shiver ran up Syrahn’s spine when she said those words; as long as her attempted murderer was still hiding in the shadows, none of her family would be safe. Not even the youngest addition to House Bloodfeather. “At least until we can sort this nightmare out.”

Ijiro glanced over his shoulder to make sure they were alone before gently pressing his hand against her slightly extended stomach. “You have my word.” He glanced up into her eyes again. “Have you settled for any names yet?”

“I’ve mulled over a few good ones.” Syrahn answered. “But I think… I think I’ll name him Alu.”

Slowly Ijiro nodded before a faint smile spread across his lips. “Alu it is, then.”

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impalaanddemons · 6 years

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Q Vadis

A/N: I have been watching way too much TNG in the last two weeks and was pretty disappointed with the amount of Q fanfic. So. Io and behold. Here we go. I don’t know if I’ll continue this, but this part was a lot of fun to write and I’ll probably do a second part. I’m still getting a hang of the characters, bear with me!

Story: Reader is a Lieutenant on Picards Enterprise - and happens to run into a certain chaotic god-like entity when she just tries to start her shift. She gets a stern lecture and a surprise visit. Local superbeings noticing you admiring their looks might notice.

Words: 2000ish

Q x Reader

You weren’t thinking of anything special that day as you headed over to the bridge - the past few weeks on the Enterprise had been calm and without much action. The crew had visited a planet, collected samples of early plant life, some amazing fungi. No sapient life though, but topped off with long evenings at ten forward. It was nice, a bit boring and absolutely uneventful, which in sum made up for a very happy Captain Picard and therefor a happy crew. You’d take over astronavigation for the next few days, with Ensign Wes being ill and confined to his bed until further notice. Not that there was much to do right now. It was simply duty. Thus was your mind pre-occupied with idle thoughts of nothing in particular, when the turbo lift stopped and opened it’s doors to the bridge for you. “Lieutenant…”, you began to signal your appearance on the bridge but stopped as soon as you took in the scene unfolding before you.

For a moment your thoughts unfolded in an unorderly manner while you tried to assess everything at once:

At first you noticed Captain Picards strained voice. The kind of strain that made people happy to stay far away from his ready room, or the bridge. And usually for good measure - he was the kind of stern, friendly father you never wanted to see really upset. Next you noticed a certain angry excitement that had everyone up on their feet, shuffling around, their faces - as far as you could see them - expressing varying degrees of irritation. And then you noticed, at the center of all that attention, a tall man - at least two heads taller then most of the crew, his hair in short black curls. He wore a captains uniform - all black and red and very very suiting. You felt a smile creep on your face. Cocking your head lightly, it took you a moment to rip yourself from your temporary admiration of the figure before you Maybe I can get a transfer to THAT ship. Snapping back to attention had you noticed a couple of things that had escaped you until now: For one, your captain had stopped talking angrily and had turned around to you. You saluted quickly and wiped that stupid grin from your face pressing your lips into a firm line. Well, so much for being subtle. Huh. “Lieutenant Y/N, reporting back to the bridge, Sir. I didn’t know we had a guest on board. There was no information about another ship.” - “Thats because there is no other ship”, Picard stated matter of factly, “And he is no captain.”

“Oh, mon capitaine”, the tall figure pouted and put his hand in a motion of false hurt on his chest with more unnecessary bravado then you had ever seen. His voice though… His eyes turned from picard to you, a curious glint in his eyes. With a snap of his fingers he vanished and reappeared just centimeters from you - leaning with one arm against the turbo lift door and looming over you, wiggling his eyebrows. “I’m afraid dear Jean-Luc”, there was an exquisite sarcasm as he spoke your captains first name - it was outrageous, really, “is not very fond of me.”. “Leave her alone, Q. She has nothing to do with this.” The person called Q turned half around, without letting go of the door, to face Picard. “See, I’m JUST trying to have a civil conversation. Didn’t you just say I know nothing of your species?” He clicked with his tongue at that and shook his head, a perfect display of disappointment. “Now, my love.”, he continued, turning back to you and producing an excited smile. “Since your dear captain does not wish to see poor moi anymore today, we will discuss…” he paused for a split second, searching your face curiously, “… We will discuss your wonderful entrance later.” and with another snap of his fingers he vanished and where he had been, only the rest of the bridge crew was left. “Lieutenant“, that was your Captains voice and he sounded more stern then usual. „To my ready room, please. Counselor Troi, Commander Riker, please follow me as well. Commander Data, you are in command.“ Oh shit. „Aye, Sir.“

Deannas reassuring smile was what kept you from freaking out. You had nothing done wrong, had you? „Sit down“, Picard said and sat down first, everyone followed him doing so after that. Riker was smirking, but he did that a lot, so nothing to worry about. Yet. „Sir,“ you began, figuring that perhaps a forward attack was your best chance. „Have I.. done something wrong? I didn’t want to interfere, just attend to my du-„ Your captain waved his hand, cutting you short. „You did nothing wrong, Lieutenant. But I felt it was necessary to explain to you the situation at hand.“ Riker and Troi exchanged a look. „Sir?“ you asked looking nonpluzzed. „He calls himself Q.“ Picard began, leaning back. The memory alone stiffened his expression and he folded his hands in front of him. „As far as we know he is an entity that regards itself omnipotent.“ Troi eyed you curiously and then continued in place of the captain: „Our experience with him so far confirms his statement. He seems not … malevolent.“, which garnered her a pointed look from the Captain, „but … chaotic. He seems fond of games and only concerned with his own interests.“ „It is best we have him interfere with us as less as possible.“ finished the Captain, folding his hands front of him. You nodded, still confused as to how that pertained to you. „Sir, I have one question though…“ you began carefully. „How does this relate to .. me?“ Riker chuckled. „He seemed interested in your appearance on the bridge.“ Heat spread over your cheeks and Troi was now grinning alongside Riker. Even Picard had to withhold a smile that tucked visibly at the corner of his mouth - though the expression vanished as fast as it’s shadow had crossed the captains face. „Last time he was particularly interested in Commander Riker. You weren’t on board back then.“ „Ugly business, Lieutenant Y/N“ „Yes“, Picard stretched the word and his eyes looked at you with equal parts stern captain and worried father. „I want to remind you that if he seeks you out, you must remember that he is immensely powerful, chaotic. The purpose of his actions eludes us.“ You nodded, a dim feeling spreading through your chest. „Understood, Captain.“ „If he engages you, you are to tell me immediately. Understood?“ „Aye, Sir. Understood."

Afterwards you were released from the Captains ready room - accompanied by Trois sympathetic smile, as she probably felt exactly how confused you were about what had happened. But there was no more mention of this early Alphas events and you were happy to occupy yourself with the Enterprises telemetric systems. Since Alpha was not your usual shift, end of shift kinda caught you by surprise - though not an unpleasant one - and you went on to have dinner, work out, get an alcohol-free drink at ten forward as well as dessert to your dinner and then head over to your quarters to spent some time alone. Guinan offered some very good drinks, but you felt that you wanted a clear head tonight. Besides, the last few weeks were filled with one party too many. Pulaski had some serious lectures about extended drinking (and drinking games in particular) and Captain Picard would never tolerate the discipline of his crew deteriorating. Sighing and rubbing the bridge of your nose you entered your quarters, door sliding shut behind you. You threw your uniform jacket on the bed and stretched slowly, hands over your head, your joints snapping. „Ew, that’s awful.“ „WHAT THE -„ you yelled and jumped upwards, like a frightened cat, just not as graceful, then hastily turning around to see the foreign captain leaning on the wall next to your door. He pulled a disgusted face. „Really, was that necessary? You should let someone have a look at those joints, in fact …“ he lifted his right hand, pressing the tip of his thumb and his middle finger at each other. „I could do that for you. As a gift. It’s no problem for me, fixing your archaic biology.“ You stood there - your mouth open and your brain hastily correcting your first thoughts: No, not a captain. Omnipotent. Dangerous. Some sort of god-entity. „No.“ your voice was pressed. „No? I’m starting to feel that my generosity is wasted on your species.“ „I’m sorry“, you answered, your retort more of a puzzled reflex then a heartfelt apology. You managed to collect yourself to answer: „These are my quarters.“ „Well,“ he quipped his eyebrows,“I do hope so. Otherwise we’d be trespassing!“ „Yes. I mean. No. I mean.“ you took a deep breath before you continued. „You’re in my quarters. Why.“ „Ohhhhh“, he stretched the word and pushed himself off of the wall, strolling lazily into your direction. „Yes, that’s right of course, ma chère. Good old Jean-Luc always gets so irritated with my presence.“ he scoffed, rolling his eyes „Seized my ship, psh.“, he mumbled to know one in particular, then returning his beaming smile back to you. „I thought I’d pay you a personal visit. This ship really is home to some fascinating primates“, continued the being and his tall figure stopped right in front of you, locking eyes with you. „Especially with that really interesting entrance back then.“ It was hard not feeling intimidated. You noticed that his eyes were dark with what looked like a hint of gold. Maybe it was the light in your room, maybe it was just a trick of your mind, maybe just your nerves. Your breath caught for a second. He was perhaps an obnoxious omnipotent - dangerous and sly, untrustworthy - but dear god it took all your composure to keep your knees from shaking and your breath steady. „Isn’t there a more interesting species for you to pest.. Q?“ He huffed and lifted a hand. „None that’s as interested in me as you are, archaic little thing.“, he answered and grinned at that. Lifting his hand further he gently touched the bare skin at your shoulder, just an inch over where your uniform ended. At first there was just the touch itself - a soft fingertip on soft skin. Then there was an electric quality to it. Like the soft buzz you felt in the air just before a thunder storm hit. You felt it in the muscle beneath your skin and deeper than that, a tingle that rose goose bumps on your skin and made you shudder involuntarily. „What are you doing?“ you asked, but the question sounded neither as self assured, nor as demanding as you had intended. It was a mere whisper. He leaned even closer before answering: „Spoiled you for a mortals touch.“

His suddenly sultry voice was a soft purr - gentle and affectionate. But his eyes - his eyes were those of a predator prowling wounded prey, lazily taking one step after another, assured of a prize that offered itself up to him, perhaps without knowing so. His face was so close to your neck and ear now that you could feel heat emanating from his skin, and that heat colored your own cheeks crimson red before you even knew what had happened. There was a burning, tingling sensation where he had touched you just seconds before - stray electrons twitching gently over that small part of bare skin, muscles spasm with anticipation and memory. “Imagine”, he whispered. And then he stepped to the side, to watch you like a piece of art he had just finished and a wolvish, smug grin spread over his face. “Enchaté”, he murmured and with a snap of his fingers, a white flash, he was gone and you were again alone in your room, the silence of the walls pressing down on you. Only then did you remember to breath again and exhaled slowly.

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Vampire Hunter D: The Northern Castle, part 3

Author’s notes: This piece of fan fiction is written for @vampires-and-dhampirs‘s VHDweek celebration. One section will be posted each day, and the final work will be posted to AO3, if you prefer not to read it serially. Readers should be aware that this work contains violence and cursing, equivalent to a PG-13 film. This work is primarily based on the version of the VHD ‘verse as seen in Kikuchi’s novels. Part 1 may be found here: X

The next day, Lidia spotted a uniformed man entering the hospital lobby, recognized him, and cautiously asked the sheriff if he had heard from D. When he said that he had not, Lidia explained what she knew about the new find. "Well, damn." The sheriff ran a hand through his bristling hair. "I don't suppose the hospital would let you go have a look for him. I'd send my men, but you know what the parade grounds look like right now. If they leave, Mrs. Witter will probably shoot someone for getting dust on her prize flowers. I've already got one man out, which is the whole reason I'm here."

A call from him to her boss released Lidia early, and she fought the urge to run the path to her small apartment. She changed into jeans and a thick jacket that hid a holster. It would be hot, but no woman rode the Frontier unarmed. She saddled a rental horse, strapping a sturdy bullwhip to the saddle before mounting and clucking him into action. She would check in town first, but she had a feeling she would have to range farther afield to track down the Hunter.

The town was busy, with an unusual number of people out at high noon despite the heat. Lidia reined in every block or so and asked after D, but hardly anyone had seen him, and none that day. She left the one boarding-house disreputable enough to rent to Dhampirs still unsuccessful. Contemplating the options, she kicked the horse into a canter and headed for the waterwheel. If the man who had left the message was correct, it was possible he could be there. If not, perhaps he had followed the directions already and she could catch up to him.

As it turned out, she was lucky enough to cross paths with Granny J, a local legend known for her wiry strength, mysterious age, and blindness as well as a talent for herbal healing and a taste for adventure which she apparently satisfied by disappearing into the woods for weeks at a time. The old woman's dogs barked to alert her of Lidia's approach and she had the first good information on D's whereabouts. She described a hunting platform used these days mostly by travelers, and said that she had suggested that location to a young man with a sad voice and an eerie air who she had met last night. With a pocket full of herbal tea from Granny J, Lidia headed to the platform.

She spotted D's horse, out grazing, apparently entirely untethered. It whinnied a greeting to her mount, and that noise ruined any attempt she might have made at stealth. The platform was ricketier than she recalled, but the Hunter climbed down easily, unhampered by the swaying, creaking wood. "My apologies for my hasty departure last night. I needed to consider this message."

"Does that mean you'll take the job?"

He nodded. "I will. I retrieved the data packet and started going through it last night, but I have a few questions. Will you have a look?"

"Of course, but do you want to go back to the town? I'm not sure what you need for breakfast, but I'm sure we can find something."

"If it is all the same to you, I'll stay out here. This suits me better."

"Fine by me," Lidia shrugged, dismounting and removing her horse's bridle so he could join the other. "Shall we sit here?" She found a fallen log, kicked it once to be sure nothing nasty was lurking underneath, and folded her legs, sitting cross-legged on it. D retrieved a large leather pouch from a bundle under his saddle and joined her.

"These are the main thing I wanted your opinion on." D produced a sheet of astronomical drawings, each paired with a line that sounded like poetry. "The star positions are current, but I don't see how this affected his plans. I noticed the village's name in one of the lines, so I thought you might know."

"Ah, yes! They are part of the summer festival. I suppose most places have a tradition something like this. The poem is by a famed poet from this sector, written as he spent a night in our village, or at least that's what the myth says. Every summer we hold a celebration of our freedom from the Nobility. The star positions tell us when to begin and end the preparations for event."

"That explains why Mirko thought the festival might be relevant. If Lord Vasmer is attempting to return to power, he won't take kindly to a display of challenge like this. Is there a particular day that is the height of the event?"

Lidia snapped her fingers, smiling. "Tomorrow night. That's the night dance, celebrating the safety of the night. If he wants to make a statement, that would be the time to attack."

"I agree. So we don't have much time. There is a map to the assumed location of the castle. Given that Mirko found Vasmer somewhere, I suspect following his footsteps will turn the Noble up. I need to finish reviewing the rest with the festival in mind. Can I meet you at the same tavern as yesterday? At 6 o'clock? I'll probably need some help putting my plans into motion, and you seem to be acting as liaison between the village and myself."

"Yes, I can do that. Do you have anything in mind already? Something I should start now?"

"No, but if you can quietly alert the sheriff's department and the government officials involved in the festival, they might be able to start some extra protections. Tell them not to shout it from the rooftops, folks will just panic, but security can be prepared for a fight, just in case I'm not successful."

"Of course you will! You're one of the Frontier's most famous Hunters."

"All famed Hunters die eventually; it's the nature of the job." Somehow those grim words coming from the handsome, youthful being next to her made Lidia choke up. His life must be so lonely. Without thinking, she embraced him, pressing her heart to his, aware of the unexpected heat from his skin through the worn black shirt he wore. What was it like for him, to not be human, and yet clearly not vampiric either? He let her lean against him, but after a moment, his strong hands guided her away. "Hey now, what are those tears for?"

She shook her head, embarrassed at the flush of emotion for someone she had known less than a day. She stood and wished for skirts she could neaten while composing herself. Patting off her jeans didn't have quite the same effect, and she couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes as she caught her horse and rode back to town.

"Well, that was cute," a hoarse voice commented from beside the Hunter.

"Shut up; given the rollercoaster of emotions in this town, it's no wonder that it's a bit too much for her."

"Oh, I'm sure that is all that was going on. What, you don't like a little pity?" The next sound was a strangled yelp.

"That's enough. We have work to do, and you're the specialist in being sneaky."

Part 4 can be found here: X

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I Can’t Stay Any Longer - Part 4

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Hello! I decided to repost my stories on my new blog. If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask or a pm. This was written about a year ago, so be nice heheheh

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Relationships: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky are living together after the events of Ultron and, in the midst of a nightmare, Bucky does something he truly regrets.This follows Tony and Steve’s confrontation with the reader. Now she must deal with Natasha and Clint… (Y/N - your name)

Warnings: angst, anxiety, injured reader, swearing, hospital scenario

Word Count: 2292

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Epilogue

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I Can’t Stay Any Longer - Part 4 by just-a-kj-blog, previously nenyakj

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Previously:

I plop my head back onto the multiple pillows, feeling drained. Xiomara had given me a shot of Oxycodone just now and I can feel it starting to take effect. Warmth spreads throughout my body, erasing the pain and making my eyelids feel heavy. I can hear fabric rustle near me as the lights turn off overhead.

“Sleep, Y/n. We’ll be here when you wake up.” Steve brushes my hair back as Tony presses the button to unfold the bed back to 180 degrees, tucking the blankets around me as I slip into a deep sleep.

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Low murmuring wakes me up out of a weird sleep. I had a strange dream but as soon as I wake up, it’s gone. Hate it when that happens.

Moaning, I open my eyes, feeling groggy and floaty. Geez, the pain meds here are good shit. I giggle a little to myself.

“Feeling good there, kid?” I hear Tony chuckle.

“Mmmhmmmm,” I respond, closing my eyes, stretching and arching my back.

“Y/n, careful!” Steve insists, putting a large hand on my rib cage, completely encompassing it. “You don’t want to pop your ribs out of place, honey.”

“Mmmm then just pop them back into place,” I growl at him, a silly smile on my face, eyes still closed.

“Hey, Snoop Dogg, hate to kill your buzz, but Tasha and Barton are on their way up,” Tony replies softly, patting my hand.

My eyes fly open, sobering up pretty quickly. I try to sit up, but Steve keeps his hands on my ribs. Tony pushes the button on the bed rail to raise up the head of the bed.

Groaning and still feeling a bit lightheaded, I clear my throat and reach for the big jug of water. My eyes follow Tony and Steve as they head over to the floor-length windows, talking among themselves.

Setting the cup down, I look down at my chest, dark finger bruises on display, and quickly cover myself up with the blankets.

Oh Lord, let this go ok.

A soft knock sounds at the door. Steve glances at me as he goes to answer it.

My two favorite bad asses carefully step into the room, dressed in their black combat suits, armed to the teeth, their sharp eyes quickly taking in every detail. I shrink a bit back into the bed as their gazes finally rest on me.

I’m sure I look an absolute fright. My messy curls poofed out in a rat’s nest, falling down my shoulders. My cheek bruised down my face to the side of my mouth, butterfly bandages above and below my lips in a line.

Clint tightens his jaw and his eyebrows lower, his posture straightens as he widens his stance. I can see him clench his fist around the folded bow attached at his hip. He stands stock still, his eyes fixed on my chest, no doubt picturing the last time he saw me, covered in blood.

Natasha’s reaction surprises me, to be honest. I was expecting silent rage akin to Clint’s, and threats to Bucky’s manhood. But no, she acts the complete opposite.

Her eyebrows raise in genuine concern, fear fleeting across her face as she takes me in. She hurries to my side, her gaze roaming my body, hands fluttering about like she doesn’t know where she can touch me. Breathing out a tiny sob, she settles on touching my shoulders and leaps up onto the bed, wrapping her arms around me. She buries her face in my neck, careful to keep her weight off of me.

Tears prick my eyes as I hug her small waist. She really is my sister, even though we aren’t actually related. The break in her stoic exterior is proof of the anxiety and worry she must have been feeling the past 20 hours or so. My heart warms a bit, lifting up the corners of my mouth in a tiny smile.

Looking up at the guys, I sniff a little, resting my chin on her shoulder.

Clint is focused on the ceiling, possibly holding back tears. Angry tears. Tony is hiding behind his phone, tapping away, jaw clenching. Steve has his arms crossed, turned back to watching the city, shoulders tense.

Taking a breath, I brace myself to ask a question I’m not sure I want the answer to.

“Did you find him?” I whisper into the silence.

Steve and Tony both look towards Clint, who lowers his gaze back to me.

“He’s in Vermont. Still on the move. We were on his trail when Cap gave us the order to return,” Clint replies, voice without emotion, face stern.

“Vermont?” I ask myself, looking down at the bed, confused as to where he might be going.

Nat sniffles and leans back, releasing me and wiping her eyes discreetly. Taking a deep breath, she adjusts herself to sit on the bed, laying down next to me, squished into the space between myself and the railing.

“He’s trying to go off the grid,” she says in her soft, raspy voice, curling a strand of my hair behind my ear, her green eyes looking me over.

“Not gonna work, FRIDAY has access to every camera and recording device on the planet,” Tony replies, sitting on the couch, resting his elbows on his knees. “The facial recognition software I designed can find him and track his every move.”

“What if he goes where there are no cameras?” I quietly ask.

Before Tony could respond, Clint steps forward to the end of the bed. He glances down at my blanket-covered chest, flicking his eyes back to mine.

“What happened, bug?” he asks quietly.

I can’t help but smile at his nickname for me.

It takes a moment for me to prepare myself for telling the story again, but I trust these people with my life, and I’ve never felt safer than when I am with them.

I used to feel that way about Bucky…

Shaking my head to clear it, I delve into the story, eyes focusing on the blankets I’ve twisted around my fingers.

Nat stiffens when I reach the part where Bucky said I would have left him anyways, like I did with Josh. She is the only person who knew what a cruel bastard he was to me. Her hand finds mine as I continue on, twitching when I retell the part of Bucky pushing me back over the bed.

I can feel everyone tense up when I explain how I started to cough up blood and stumbled to call Tony. Then, after taking a somewhat deep breath, I explain what the doctor reported on my injuries.

Silence reigns over the room as I finish, much like when I told Steve and Tony what happened.

“Son of a bitch,” Clint growls after a moment. He looks up at the ceiling, anger and determination darkening his face. “I’m gonna kill him.”

“Get in line, Barton,” Tony snaps, standing up, his anger renewed, and turning away from me to speak into his phone. “FRIDAY, initiate facial recognition on Barnes, start in Vermont-” He pauses and glances back at Nat.

“Montpelier,” she softly responds.

“Tony, wait-” I start, sitting up.

“Montpelier, put out a BOLO to the local PD, make sure they do not attempt to engage, stay back and contact us when found.”

“As you wish, Boss,” FRIDAY responds.

Steve turns from the window, dropping his arms from his chest, looking grim and determined.

“Barton, did you bring the quinjet?” he asks, going into full Cap mode.

“It’s on the roof, ready to go,” Clint answers, making for the door.

Nat nimbly leaps off the bed and steps after Clint. “We have the net prepped.”

“Including the electric shock upgrade to kill the arm?” Steve asks, shrugging into his brown leather jacket.

“Got you covered, Cap, it’s all locked and loaded,” Clint responds from the hallway.

My world is reeling, I feel like I’m losing control. Panic courses through me, feeling like everything is slipping through my fingers.

“WAIT!” I shout, grasping at my chest at the flare of pain zinging through my broken ribs.

Everyone freezes and turns to me, Clint peeking in from outside the door.

“Stop. Stop right now,” I command, my blood beginning to boil in my veins. How dare they just try and take off like I’m not even here.

“Y/n-” Tony begins.

“No! Listen to me, going after Bucky like you plan on meeting him in battle is not going to happen!!” I exclaim. “And what the fuck?!?! Steve, electric shock?? Do you even remember the reports on what Hydra did to him?? That is fucking cruel and it’ll only exacerbate the situation!!” I yell at them.

Ignoring the pain, I scramble up onto my knees so I’m level with them, pulling the blankets around my hips to cover my modesty.

“Y/n,” Natasha holds out her hands in a placating manner, slowly approaching the bed.

“No!! Fucking listen to what I’m saying!! Bucky made a mistake! Yes, it was a bad mistake and I almost died-” they all wince at that “-but it was a mistake nonetheless. It was a stressful situation, he was panicking. That’s not an excuse, I know, and he needs to face what he’s done, but you are NOT hunting him down like a fucking ANIMAL!!”

“Y/n, he needs to be found,” Steve insists, his stoic exterior breaking slightly.

“Yes, he does. But not like this,” I gesture at them all. “Bucky is one of you. He is broken. How do you think he’ll react if you all show up like this, guns blazing??”

“I don’t give a shit how he reacts, Y/n, I give a shit about kicking his ass for what he’s done to you!!” Clint growls, coming back inside. He inhales sharply at the dark finger-shaped bruises peeking out from the wrapping around my chest, revealed when the blankets pooled to my lap. “Jesus…” he whispers, a pained look on his face.

Natasha comes to stand next to him, her expression grim as she takes in my bruise. Her green eyes raise up to meet mine, her jaw clenching, then lowering again. There’s the anger I was looking for.

“We’re wasting time,” she says through clenched teeth to no one in particular.

Steve paces up to the side of the bed.

“Y/n, what would you have us do?” he asks gently, brushing my hair back from my cheek, his earlier stern expression turned soft and worried.

“Let me come with you,” I insist. I hold up both hands, palms out, as they all start protesting at once, silencing them. “When I can leave. The doctor says I have to stay for at least 72 hours. Give me that time to heal, then take me with you to see him. He’ll just run or fight you otherwise.”

“You expect to be in ship shape condition in 72 hours?” Clint replies, an eyebrow raised, clearly not believing me.

“At least out of danger,” I respond, sitting back down on my butt, stretching my legs out in front of me again.

“No, Y/n you’ll still have fresh open wounds inside your lungs! Your ribs will still be broken, still in danger of puncturing you again! Why-” Tony rants but is stopped by Nat’s hand on his shoulder. He glances back at her.

“Why do you want to come with us?” she asks calmly, watching my reaction intently.

I lean back onto into the pillows, swallowing loudly.

“I don’t want you to hurt him. I don’t want any of you to get hurt,” I whisper, looking down at my hands. “If I’m there, I’ll be able to stop the fight. He’ll see that I'm… hurt and….” My voice trails off.

“And what, beg for forgiveness?? Then you’ll ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after?” Clint seethes. “He almost killed you!!” He steps closer to the bed. “Y/n, I got to you first!” he shouts, a hand pointing to his chest. “I found you gasping for breath, a crumpled broken doll on the floor!” His voice breaks as he quickly circles the bed and takes my shoulders, lifting my chin with his hand.

“You almost died,” his voice breaks, begging me to understand. “I almost lost my little bug. He deserves every fucking punch we land on him for ever laying a finger on you!!”

My face scrunches up as sobs tear out of my throat, my heart aching for this man who loves me like his own children. I reach for him and he pulls me to his chest, hiding his face in my messy hair. I can feel him shaking as he tries to control his cries.

I hear Nat sniff and come up beside us, putting both arms around us and tucking her face into Clint’s shoulder. The bed dents low as Steve sits behind me, hugging us with his huge arms. Tony reluctantly steps closer to us, squeaking when Steve pulls him down into our embrace.

“Ok, that was adorable,” I mumble at Tony.

“Shut it, House, or I’m taking away your Oxy,” Tony voice mumbles from somewhere around Steve’s armpit.

“He liked Vicodin,” I snark back, smiling at the muffled chuckles coming from the others.

“Boss, your facial recognition software has come back with a 99% match on Sergeant Barnes. He’s attempting to cross the Canadian Border just north of Richford, on Route 139,” FRIDAY’s voice sounds from Tony’s pocket.

Another silence permeates the room, broken by Sam rushing in through the open doorway, sweaty and breathing hard.

“She awake?!”

To be continued…

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I had a good week mostly fixing bugs and optimising. It will take a couple of seconds to update this week.

all misc this week

I reduced a heap of UI lag on clients that have pages with a lot of collected (like 'collect by creator') media. If you often have five or ten thousand files collected and you noticed your client was getting choppy just when running some downloaders, I hope this improves things. Let me know how you get on!

I started real work on multiple local file services. Most of it is boring behind the scenes stuff, but as part of it, I overhauled the trash system this week. A heap of logic is improved, it is ready for more than one 'my files' service, and now hydrus remembers when files are deleted. Delete timestamps have never been recorded clientside, and unfortunately we cannot recover old information retroactively, but it is stored for all deletes from now on. Whenever the client wants to say 'this file was deleted', it should now have 'at an unknown time' or a nicer '3 days ago' suffix.

A second neat thing with the improved deleted files storage is I hope in the nearish future to let you search deleted files. This is a rare, clever query, like 'all known files', but there will be some kind of button you can press to flip your 'my files' or 'all local files' search to go through what has ever been removed from them. 'system:file service' will get similar improvements.

To reduce confusion, I renamed some hydrus network concepts across the program. The 'access key' (secret password for account), 'account key' (account identifier), and 'registration key' (one time token to create an account) are now known as 'access key' (i.e. no change), 'account id', and 'registration token'. There is more work to do here, particularly improving server setup and account management workflows to suit the user (rather than my technical ease), so I will keep at it.

In a related topic, the PTR is updating its accounts. The public account is moving more towards a 'read-only' account, and accounts that can upload siblings and parents (and perhaps tag petitions, eventually) will be individual to you and freely auto-creatable in manage services. This is mostly an attempt to make janitorial decisions easier and more accurate, since at the moment everything on that side is merged due to the shared account. Permissions have not been used much in hydrus network yet, and the workflows and user notifications here are bad and buggy. Please bear with me as I iron out the problems and make it all nicer to use.

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misc:

hydrus now keeps a track of when files were deleted! this information has never been recorded clientside, and it is sadly not retroactively recoverable, but it is stored for all deletes from now on. on occasion, when hydrus says 'this was deleted from xxx', it will now have 'at an unknown time' or a nice '3 days ago' string attached. it will take a few seconds to update this week as the new table data is created

the 'trash' panel on review services now has an 'undelete all' button

fixed a typo error in manage services when auto-creating a service account when more than one type of account can be created

the thread watcher page now sorts the status column secondarily by next check time (previously, equal status would sort alphabetically by subject as a fallback secondary sort)

I have renamed some network concepts across the program. before we had access keys, account keys, and registration keys--now we have access keys (secret password for account), account ids (identifier for account that jannies may need), and registration tokens (one-time token used to create a new account). I hope this reduces some confusion

reduced some overhead when fetching media results for a search, and when refreshing their tags on major content updates

fixed a 'no such table: mem.temp_int_hash_id_1'-style database error state that could persist for 30 seconds or more after certain rare rollbacks

fixed the FlipFlip link html in the client api help

fingers crossed, I fixed that bad Applications shortcut in the new macOS release

fixed a couple more instances of 'pulsing' progress gauges. now they should be blank

more efficient updates in sessions with collected media:

several updates this week should reduce client UI lag when the session contains any pages with a lot of collected media, particularly when you are also running several downloaders (which spam all sorts of content updates across the client):

the content update pipeline now tests collections for their files before content processing, and now filters down to process just the updates in a group that apply

collections' post-content-update internal data regeneration routine now has more options for fine regen (e.g. no need for tags recalc if the update was 'archive file'), ignores updates for urls and notes (for which it maintains no summary), and only falls back to 'just regen everything' on file location changes

the 'selection tags' taglist now retains intelligent memory of its previous selection through collect/uncollect events, which reduces collect/uncollect lag on well-tagged files significantly

boring multiple local file services stuff:

I cleaned a bunch of old hardcoded references to 'my files' and related code. it is not very interesting, but there are a few hundred references to clean up and convert to a system that supports 1-to-n local services, and this week I started hacking away, mostly presentation stuff, labels on menus and so on

your 'my files' now has a separate deletion record to the 'all local files' domain. its count shows in 'review services', and for the moment will just be 'all local files' plus the count in trash, but this will become more important when you can have multiple 'my files'

behind the scenes re-jiggering means that the deletion record now records deletion time and original import time. delete and undelete transitions are neater as a result

logically, files are now generally no longer moved to the trash nor undeleted from there, they instead fall there when they are in 'all local files' but no longer in any local domain, and are undeleted back to a specific service. a bunch of awkwardness is cleaned up, and import/delete/undelete content updates are regeared and ready for multiple local file services

a whole bunch of little things have been fixed and changed behind the scenes. I cleaned file service code in general as I went. examples of little things fixed:

- a 'delete and do not keep a deletion record' action now correctly does not change the cached number of deleted files as reported in review services

- the 'clear deletion record and try again' 'remove from trash' component now uses a unified and improved and UI-updating 'untrash' database action, with correct service count changes and UI-side status changes

- the 'clear deletion record and try again' action on downloader import queues now handles mixes of actually deleted files and files just in trash more neatly

- in the very odd situation that you are looking at a non-local file on 'all known files' and it is then imported using 'archive on import', its thumbnail and metadata now fade in correctly as archived

added some unit tests to test the new file delete/undelete transitions

cleaned up a bunch of hacky old db SELECT code

next week

Next week is a 'medium size' job week. I would like to try putting some time into the ancient image rendering pipeline and related systems like previous/next file prefetch. The basic media viewer has been jank and bad at zooming for too long. I am not sure I can make it beautiful, but I will try to clean some things up.

Otherwise, I am afraid I have fallen behind on some messages and other administrative work. It would be nice to put some time aside to catch up on replies, clean up my immediate todo lists, and triage some priority lists, but we'll have to see. I have had trouble recently doing anything but slinging out code.

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