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sweetloleepop · 2 months

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𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝐻𝑖𝑑𝑒

Synopsis: After a dreadful meeting in the inner wall, Levi, Hange, and Miche decided to play truth or dare. What could go wrong?

Pairing: Erwin Smith/Reader

Tags: Shameless Smut, Making Out, Office Sex, Desk Sex, Accidental Voyeurism, Swearing, Reader is the Commander of MP, Nile Dok doesn't exist, hehe

a/n: Here's a oneshot that has been sitting in my drafts for months (｡•́‿•̀｡). Hope you enjoy!!

Levi let out a sigh. They are on their way to Wall Sina for yet another meeting with the other regiments. He dreads this day, they are always interrogated and Erwin always needs to give a very long speech on why should they give the scouts more funds.

“Ah, finally. We’re here!!” Hange exclaimed.

Erwin got out of the carriage after Hange, then came after them are Levi and Miche. The place that they’re staying for the next three nights is shitty, as everything in the military is. The rooms are small, only having a single-sized bed, a small ass nightstand, and a window.

After getting settled, Erwin instructed them to rest for the night and to wake up early tomorrow for the meeting. Eurgh.

They all left early and headed to the military police headquarters, the meeting will be held there for they have quite a big place. The commanders of the other two regiments, garrison and military, are already seated. Erwin gave both a nod of greeting before sitting down next to Dot Pixis.

Not long after, Premier Zackly entered the room. They all stood up and saluted, then the meeting started. It was a pain to be there, the commander of the military police, (Y/N) (L/N), kept on dismissing and counter-attacking Erwin. Levi really hates her guts. Erwin though, didn’t budge, he always has a reply to whatever the female commander has to say. It’s almost like the two were the only people in the room. It was annoying, really. ‘Ain’t nobody really gonna stop that bi-’

“The meeting’s dismissed. The Scout’s request to have their funds raised is denied. Commander (L/N)’s statements were more reasonable than what you have to say, Commander Smith. Unless fewer soldiers die on your next expedition, then maybe by then we can raise the funds for those living humans.” Zackly said then took his leave. Levi’s frown only deepen, tch.

After that shitty meeting which was more of the MP’s dissing the scouts, Erwin, Levi, Hange and Miche headed to their building. They were granted the empty rooms of the military police quarters to save time and energy. Instead of travelling back to that shitty hotel-like place, they were tasked to just stay there.

After resting for quite a bit, Hange suggested that they should celebrate for the meeting has ended. Although their request was denied, Erwin granted them permission to leave. After all, it’s not everyday that they get to eat out and drink inside the capital. Erwin stayed in his room though, saying that he still has papers to work on.

Levi, Hange and Miche were very drunk when they go back. They decided to play truth or dare in Hange’s room. It was Levi’s turn and he didn’t know what’s gotten into him that he chose dare.

“I dare you go to (L/N)’s quarters and steal her underwear.” Hange said. She’s very drunk and Levi could tell just by looking at her and listening to her speak.

“I’m not doing that.”

“Oh, come on! It’s a dare, you can’t say no.”

“Maybe Levi could just get there and steal something else, Hange.” Miche finally said.

Hange groaned, “Fine. Steal one of her jackets, or something like that. Steal a garment that she owns and then get back here wearing it!”

Levi thought it wasn’t so hard, so he agreed and then headed straight to the commander’s quarters. It didn’t take long for him to find it and surprisingly, the door is unlocked. He immediately entered the room. It was an office. What? He searched for something inside and his searching led him to a door, ‘there it is!’ Levi was amused, her room is inside her damned office.

Inside the room was a closet, it was big. He opened it and saw various garments. There are jackets, shirts, and many more. He decided to look for a coat that wouldn’t look like he stole it when he wore it. He can’t find anything. He exited the room and decided to check on the smaller closet outside. Inside the closet were coats, ‘finally.’

Levi decided to try some on before leaving, to make sure he doesn’t look like an idiot upon exiting. He was busy trying coats on when the door suddenly opened. Levi panicked, he immediately hid in the closet. Luckily, he was small enough for the closet to accommodate.

He peeked from the closet’s horizontal holes and he was shocked to see who entered- no, he was more surprised to see what the persons who entered were doing. Erwin and (Y/N) are making out while walking their way to the desk. Levi thought his eyes and mind are just playing with him because of the alcohol so he rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times before peeking again. He wasn’t mistaken, they’re really kissing.

(Y/N) is seated on her desk while Erwin peppered her neck in kisses.

“Eager, aren’t you?” Levi heard (Y/N) said.

Erwin hummed, “You’ve been denying me of everything since earlier, dear, how could I NOT be eager?”

(Y/N) just giggled before bringing Erwin’s lips on her own again. Both kissed each other passionately whilst their hands explore each other’s body. Levi watched as (Y/N) took off Erwin’s shirt and Erwin, once again, started to trail kisses down (Y/N)’s neck. The woman let out a sigh when Erwin sucked on a particular part of her neck.

Erwin slowly started to unbutton (Y/N)’s blouse and after successfully stripping her, he threw the garment away and made his way to her chest. Erwin kissed (Y/N)’s newly exposed skin but he must’ve thought it wasn’t enough as his hands started to make their way to the clip of (Y/N)’s bra. He unclipped it without any difficulties.

He started sucking on (Y/N)’s right nipple, causing her to gasp and throw her head back. Erwin’s left hand made their way to (Y/N)’s other boob, squeezing it a couple of times before pinching her hardened nipple. Levi heard (Y/N) whimper and watched as she grabbed Erwin’s hair. He can’t believe what he is currently witnessing. Those two show great carnal hunger towards each other like they weren’t fighting just hours earlier.

No matter how hard Levi’s mind told him to look away, his eyes won’t cooperate. He continued watching as Erwin’s kisses go lower. He watched as Erwin trailed kisses down (Y/N)’s stomach. He watched as Erwin’s hands unbuttoned (Y/N)’s pants. And he watched as Erwin slowly pulled (Y/N)’s remaining garments. ‘Shit.’

Erwin kneeled down as he stared straight into (Y/N)’s lidded eyes.

“Spread your legs for me, will you?” Erwin asked, his voice husky.

(Y/N) complied, giving Erwin a proper view. Erwin held her left leg and trailed kisses up to her thigh then peppered both her thighs in delicate kisses. (Y/N)’s anticipation for what Erwin is about to do next is building rapidly. It made her bit her lip, made her struggle not to roll her eyes, and made her eyebrows furrow. Levi watched as Erwin started licking closer and closer, until finally, he gave (Y/N) a long, slicked lick. (Y/N) let out a very audible gasp and spread her legs even farther.

She placed her right leg on Erwin’s back and pushed him closer to her. “Erwin, please.” She whimpered.

Erwin hummed as a reply and thoroughly, he ate her. He started out slow, giving (Y/N)’s clit a couple of kitten licks before applying more pressure, picking a fast pace and sucking on her every now and then. Levi saw (Y/N) panting and watched as she threw her head back. Levi heard (Y/N) moan out Erwin’s name as Erwin inserted one finger in her. “Fuck, Erwin…”

(Y/N) grabbed Erwin’s hair and pulled him closer. Her toes are curled and she’s overwhelmed with pleasure. Her moans are unguarded, getting louder and louder as Erwin entered a second finger. He curled his finger inside her and rubbed deliciously on that spongey spot.

(Y/N) sounded urgent as she repeatedly chanted Erwin’s name. “Erwin, Erwin- Oh, fuck, yes!”

Moans and whimpers filled both Erwin and Levi’s ears as (Y/N) finally reached her high. Levi listened as (Y/N) grunted a couple of ‘shits’ before he saw Erwin stood up from the floor and licked his mouth. He watched as Erwin took his index and middle finger to his mouth and sucked the remnants of (Y/N)’s orgasm out of them. He also brought his thumb up to wipe the corner of his lips before caressing (Y/N)’s lower lip with the same finger. (Y/N) looked straight into Erwin’s eyes before she enveloped Erwin’s thumb in her mouth. Erwin pressed his finger against her tongue and he felt as (Y/N) swirled them around his thumb and felt as the inside of her mouth clenched around his finger. After that, Erwin slowly pulled his thumb out of (Y/N)’s mouth and started to undo his belt.

Levi, who is getting a bit too sweaty inside the closet, watched as Erwin’s pants, alongside his undergarments, fall to the ground. The angle of the closet that Levi is in gave him a side-view of the two commanders. Through the dim lighting of the room, Levi could vaguely see Erwin’s naked body. Although vague, it’s enough for him to see its silhouette. Levi swallowed, it has always been a common joke inside their Quarters that Erwin is hung but damn did he not thought they’re true.

Levi watched as Erwin positioned himself between (Y/N)’s legs, “Erwin, please.” He heard her plead, she sounded so desperate. More desperate than she was earlier, ‘Fuck it, Erwin, just give it to her!’ He thought.

Erwin stroked himself a few times while simultaneously teasing (Y/N)’s entrance. Levi swore, the long wait is drying him off of his patience and the tightening of his pants certainly isn’t helping. He rubbed himself through his pants a bit as he watched Erwin continuously tease (Y/N). 'Fuck it.'

Erwin slowly entered, earning himself a very desperate moan from (Y/N). Levi can’t help it, he pulled his cock out and slowly caressed himself. He watched them purposefully as he timed his strokes with Erwin’s thrusts. He can’t believe he’s touching himself with the view of his good friend, Erwin and that spiteful (Y/N) (L/N). Something about the weakness that she’s showing, the fragileness, the desperation. It made Levi mad, he likes what he sees, he wants to have a fill of (Y/N)’s weakness, feel superior as he fuck the bitch out of her. It made him want to exchange positions with Erwin.

Outside the closet that Levi was hiding in, Erwin’s pace started to go faster and his thrusts, deeper. Both him and (Y/N) had lose control over the noises that they make, allowing themselves to drown into the intense pleasure that they selfishly take from one another. Erwin grunted, feeling a familiar coil tighten in his stomach. He reached for (Y/N) clit, rubbing it vigorously alongside his now sloppy thrusts.

“Fuck- (Y/N)-”

“Erwin, shit- ah, I’m- Oh fuck, I’m-”

Levi fisted himself faster. He listened attentively to (Y/N)’s desperate moans and watched carefully as Erwin bit on her fully exposed neck. He bit one of the coats, muffling his own noises. ‘Fuck, I’m close.’

(Y/N) and Erwin both moaned as they reached orgasm together. (Y/N) threw her head back and her body arched. Her whole being was shocked as continuous waves of pleasure surged through her whole body.

Erwin, on the other hand, made a noise somewhere between a moan and a groan. He swore a couple of ‘fucks’ before shooting his load inside her, thrusting just a little for bit before resting stilling.

Levi, still inside the closet, watched everything unfold and reached his high together with the couple. He came on his handkerchief that he luckily brought with him in his pocket. ‘Fuck, that was intense… and shameful.’ He groaned.

“Fuck, you took me so well, baby.” Erwin said, his voice still husky.

(Y/N) hummed, “You came inside me.”

“I did.”

“Fuck, I’m tired.”

“Shall we shower and sleep after?” Erwin asked, a hint of mischief evident in his voice.

(Y/N) chuckled, “Tsk, You. Are. Insatiable. You know that?”

Erwin only hummed and chuckled before carrying (Y/N). After that, they proceeded to the bedroom and closed the door after them.

Levi made sure that they’re finally in the shower before he exited the closet and made his way to the door. He panted as he rushed his way to his room, making sure nobody noticed whose coat is he wearing. Levi came to a halt when a familiar voice called out for him.

“Levi! Where have you been??” Hange asked, a hint of annoy evident on her voice.

“Long story.” Levi shortly replied.

“Well, tell us. It’s not like we didn’t wait forever for you.”

Levi didn’t reply, instead, he pulled Hange to the direction of her room. He opened the door and there, on the floor, sat Miche. His head was resting on the bed and his eyes slowly opened as the two entered, shutting the door behind them. Upon seeing Levi wearing a coat, Miche chuckled, “You’re a size of a woman.”

“Tsk.”

“So, what took you so long?” Hange asked.

Both Hange and Miche’s eyes widened as Levi told them what he just saw, leaving the personal parts of course. They were all speechless, Hange and Miche having their jaws on the floor. “Damn.”

As their meeting started the next day, Levi, Hange, and Miche struggled to focus on the conversation being held by their superiors. They can’t help but steal glances on Erwin and (Y/N). Damn can they not believe what Levi just told them that he saw. They argued that it might have only been his drunkenness that made him hallucinate but today, they doubt Levi no further. Only today that they noticed the malicious glances that the two commanders share. The subtle smirks, hidden messages, and flirting. They argued as if they hate each other yet stared like starved animals, waiting to attack and devour.

‘I guess that is just how good Commanders hide.’

#erwin x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan erwin #commander erwin #erwin smith #shingeki no kyojin #snk erwin #aot erwin #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction #hange zoe #hanji zoe #levi aot #levi ackerman #mike zacharias #miche zacharias #darius zackly

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clickerflight · 10 months

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Burned at the stake: Part 2

We vibe. I really like this part, actually, especially at the end. The basis of this is that one time my mum gouged her hand on accident, and it hurt a lot when it healed because there had been a nerve ending that needed to grow back there a little.

Now imagine it for an entire body.

Content: Vampire whumpee, questionable caretakers, discussions on how to keep a vampire trapped, blood, semi detailed description of a vampire growing back their body, burning

Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list

Part 1

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“Eurgh,” Joanna muttered to herself. She stood in the bathroom stall, case open on the back of the toilet. They only had about 20 minutes of stillness from the heart so she waited till she and Kyle were near the front of the line before going to the bathroom to hide the heart. She had lifted the board she’d use to get the heart to freeze flatter and saw the now white thing covered in ice crystals. She had a tanktop under her bra to try and keep the ice off her skin directly, but this was still going to be unpleasant.

“Are you alright?” a heavily accented voice from another stall asked and Joanna nearly swore and dropped the heart into the toilet.

“Er, yeah. I’m fine,” Joanna said, steeling herself to be silent as she hid the heart.

She slid the heart under her shirt, leaving the case in the bathroom and leaving the stall. She washed her hands, checking to see if the heart would be too visible, and left the bathroom before the other woman could leave her stall. She took her place in line next to Kyle.

They put their bags on the conveyor, put shoes and belts where they needed to be and passed through the detector. The cold of the heart was starting to melt and she was grateful that she'd put it in a ziplock bag so the water didn’t show through her thick shirt, though, at this point, any water stain that showed up would probably match her pit stains.

She sighed as they were passed through and her and Kyle started heading to the plane. As they finished loading, the heart began to move and she quickly slipped it down her shirt and into her bag.

“You’re doing it next time,” she muttered to Kyle, who just made a face.

…………………

There was a heart on her kitchen counter. And she didn’t know what to do with it. Kyle had gone home after making sure she was settled. As settled as one could be with a heart beating steadily against the cold marble. She should sleep. The plane trip had been stressful and there had been some confusion with the luggage, but she couldn’t… well, she couldn’t help but feel bad about just leaving the heart to thump alone through the night.

The heart hadn’t shown any sign of growing back, and according to the internet, that wasn’t a good thing. It meant that the vampire was either diseased or severely starved. How long had the heart been out there to let a vampire drain completely dry? Did the sun speed up the process? How long?

Joanna felt like she was losing her mind watching the heart on the counter. It hadn’t even healed where she had torn it off the pole. She couldn’t…. Leave it like that, right? From what she understood of vampires, being just a heart was incredibly awful.

Joanna bit her lip. “I’ll be back,” she muttered, brushing her hand over the heart. She got out a thing of frozen beef, poking a hole in the wrapping and leaving it on the plate. A bit of beef blood should leak out and she could leave the heart in it overnight. She wasn’t really interested in poking herself to feed the vampire, especially if it turned out that the vampire was dangerous.

Still, she’d see if there were any butchers nearby in the morning where she could buy some blood for the heart.

She stayed up, listening to music and reading up on vampires and how they work and all the details about them while the meat thawed. Finally, she moved the meat to another plate and stuck it in the fridge. She might use it for breakfast the next morning.

Joanna picked up the heart and it pulsed against her hand in what she interpreted as a friendly way, though its pulse picked up whenever she held it, like it remembered being frozen.

“Sorry about that,” she said softly. “You’ll like this much better.”

She put the heart on the plate in the middle of the blood, stared at it for a moment, and then turned to go to bed without any further decorum.

………………………

The Heart sat in the East hands. The Heart wasn’t certain of what the hands would do to it this time. Last time had been…. Unpleasant? The Heart couldn’t truly decide what to feel about it. It had been cold and dark and then it had been warm and the Heart could feel the East Heart very near. What was the purpose of it? What did it mean? What did the hands want with it now?

Then, the East hands gently placed it on a surface slick with-

The Heart was very content that night and the faint pain of missing flesh on the heart faded after only an hour.

………………………

Kyle stood nervously at Joanna’s door, waiting. He rang the doorbell more frequently than he probably should have, but all he could imagine was Joanna bleeding on the heart and the thing exploding into a monster that killed her overnight. The stake hidden in his pocket didn’t feel heavy enough to be a good weapon, though he knew that it would be enough. Everyone knew. It was just a fact, wasn’t it?

The door opened and Joanna in all of her PJ glory glared at him.

“Get in here,” she said, annoyed, stepping back.

“Sorry,” he said, glad to see her okay and also quite displeased with her tone of voice. “Don’t mind me. I was just worried you’ve been eaten.”

She scoffed. “Eaten? Seriously, do you know anything about vampires? Even with a barrel of blood the heart wouldn’t grow back enough to eat me in one night.”

“Can I see?”

She waved him over to the kitchen where the heart was laid out on a plate. It pumped along happily enough. There were some stains on the plate, but it seemed that the now pink heart had absorbed most of it. The damage to its side was healed and it had even started to grow back its aorta and some fatty tissue.

“See, harmless,” she said, rolling her eyes as Kyle gently poked the heart, noticing the way it flinched back a little.

“Okay, harmless, but you’re not actually thinking of growing it all back, are you? It’s not safe!”

“Kyle. I’m not stupid. I’m making a plan, okay.”

“What kind of plan?”

“Well,” Joanna said, sounding a little uncomfortable now. “It’s, ah, I have a shed out back. I'm gonna clear it out and line it with silver or something. I was going to start planning it out today.”

“You’re….going to keep a vampire in your shed?”

“Only until I know it’s safe,” Joanna said with a shrug.

“And how are you so sure?” Kyle asked, raising an eyebrow. “That it’ll be safe?”

Joanna shrugged, glancing at the pulsing heart.

Kyle shook his head. “You’re insane. We’re insane. We shouldn’t be doing this. We should pass it off to one of those organizations that deal with this sort of thing.”

Joanna frowned, glancing at the heart herself. They should. But she didn’t want to. She wanted to know what the vampire knew, what sorts of things it saw. She… almost needed to know. The vampire was in the middle of Africa in a hidden jungle with enough ash to make a permanent clearing. How old was it? Where was it born? She needed to know.

“I’ll handle it, Kyle,” she said cheerfully. “Okay?”

Kyle gave her a look. “Okay. I… have to go help some friends write up some papers. Talk to you later.”

“See ya,” Joanna said, and Kyle was gone just as nervously as he came.

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Joanna let the heart only have faint blood leavings as she worked. Now that she had decided to build up her shed to hold a vampire, she worked on it faster than anything else she’d ever done. Of course, silver was very expensive so she had taken to looking up other ways to keep a vampire contained. If she just had silver cuffs attaching the vampire to something like a silver pole, it shouldn’t be able to cause her harm, and she would always carry a stake with her. The internet had revealed that vampires tended to be very weak after growing all the way back and would remain so for a while, so it ought to be easy.

Joanna looked at the prices of the items she would need and winced. It was all so expensive. She wished she could have taken the silver chains from that clearing and just paid a silversmith to use some of the links to make the cuffs.

She sighed and left her computer alone. She opened her kitchen drawer to grab a fork, prepared to eat some leftovers when she paused. She got the forks from a garage sale and found out later that they were silver. She wondered…..

…………………..

“So, uh, I thought you were growing it back,” Kyle asked, watching the heart on the counter. It pulsed along contentedly, now nearly covered in fatty tissue and starting to develop more veins. Still, it hadn’t grown much from where it had been.

“I am,” Joanna replied cheerfully. “Slowly. I’ll give it what it really needs when I have the shed done.”

“And how’s that going?”

“Great! I’m planning on putting a table or cot or something for it to lay on and covering the floor in these silver coins. I got them for a great deal from some older people who are cleaning out their house. I also managed to get in touch with a silversmith who agreed to get me some of his oxidized shaving I can put down too. Then the vampire can’t touch the floor and I’m going to figure out something to cuff a leg or whatever to the table so it can’t jump at me. Silver lock on the door, of course, already got that.”

“You’re really going for it,” Kyle said, feeling a little… sick? This was a person they were talking about. They were talking about how to trap someone in her shed. Then again, he had suggested it. He had wanted her to be safe but now…..

“Right? I can’t believe I was just going to grow it back without thinking about precautions. Thank you, Kyle.”

A needling voice in the back of his head said, yeah, thank you Kyle. He couldn’t help but imagine it was the vampire saying it.

…………………………

It was finished. Joanna stood in the shed, plate in hand with the heart and smiled at it all. The floor was covered in little silver trinkets, the silver lock shone in the sun, and the wood table stood ready for the Heart. She put it down and grabbed the bucket of pig's blood she had bought, opening it up and breathing through her mouth as she used a measuring cup to scoop some out and pour it on the plate around the heart. The heart pulsed faster in excitement and began to turn red as the blood infused with its cells, spreading all throughout. With so much blood to feed from, Joanna could watch the tissue grow back, the veins spreading out like little feelers, flesh starting to form properly around the heart, and even the pale beads of what looked to be bone beginning to form under the heart.

Joanna grinned and watched for a long time. She left only to get a stool to sit on and watch. She felt almost special to see a vampire regenerate from its baseline, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away. As the ribs started properly forming, she even pulled out her phone to record it as muscles formed behind the heart to separate it from the bones. It seemed that once the beginnings of bones formed the body focused on reforming those and the muscles and ligaments needed to hold it all together before worrying about the other flesh.

A spine had developed and the beginnings of a skull when Joanna finally convinced herself to sleep. She took the cup and drizzled blood all over the body one more time before closing the bucket and leaving, locking the door behind her.

……………………

Blood. There was so much blood. The Heart had been content with what little it had been given as it eased the aches and gave it something interesting to focus on. Now, there was a plethora of it. The Heart consumed it eagerly, healing and regenerating. It could not feel outside of itself yet, but it knew it had more flesh than before, and would happily keep growing it. There was a faint strangeness that started to develop away from it. Like the awareness was beginning to migrate ever so slowly up a column. The heart sensed it with interest, intrigued by the feeling of it all.

There was a snap and suddenly there was only pain. He had no mouth with which to scream, no ears to hear or eyes to see. There was just the violent pain that seared up his spine, like someone was taking a silver knife and splitting him in half. He couldn’t move since he didn’t have enough muscles built yet. He couldn’t do anything but lay there and take it.

His mind whited out with the pain, the exact sensations printed into his memory. Esial was a being made of pain, and the pain was spreading as nerve endings spread into flesh. It felt like he was having his flesh gouged out with sharpened spoons. What little muscle he had was beginning to cramp as it flinched and pulled, trying instinctively to get away. He still couldn’t scream, but as more muscles formed, he started to spasm and move what little of his body he had, which was little more than a ribcage, skull, and spine.

He writhed on the surface he was laid upon. The surface disappeared and he landed on something that burned him, adding to his pain and slowing the regeneration. He writhed about, trying to escape the burning. He didn’t deserve this. He killed those people to protect himself but he didn’t deserve this! Why was this to be his eternity? Constant suffering was all he had known for so long. What had he done to deserve this? Why were his thoughts so loud? Why couldn’t he get away from the burning.

He wished desperately that he could scream.

Part 3

Esial: @whumpsday @honeycollectswhump

#vampire whump #whump #questionable caretaker #regeneration whump #silver whump #burning #boi is in for it #let me tell you

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autumnsup · 2 months

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writing patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I scooped this up from an open tag, but just for the heck of it I will tag a few ppl (sorry if it's a repeat tag! obv no pressure!): @divinerapturee @kbrick @moonage-xx-daydream @phoebe-delia @squintclover plus anyone else who wants to jump in!

Kissing the Tomb (Velvet Goldmine WIP, 13k, E)

Through the drugged-out, euphoric haze of the past, Arthur remembers two things about his first encounter with Curt Wild: that it uplifted him, and that it broke him apart in equal measure.

2. God/Monster (Harry Potter fest fic, 35k, M)

July 20, 1998

Dear Harry,

Feels weird to be writing this to myself, but it’s not like I’ve ever kept a journal before, so… hi.

3. All the Colors in the World (HP fest fic, 11k, M):

Rise and shine, Peppermint H, Draco’s phone greeted him on a Friday in June.

4. But You Will: A Winter Valentine's Tale (HP fest fic, 4k, M)

“Eurgh,” said Pansy, wrinkling her nose.

5. Derailed (HP fest fic, 2k, M)

It started with a flat tire.

6. Hopeless (HP "micro" fic series, 6k, T)

“BUT. NOOOOW,” yowled James into his microphone, which was actually the forward-facing end of his Quidditch broomstick.

7. Sleepers Awake (Dark is Rising, 25k, M)

It had started in his early thirties, the unraveling.

8. In Somnio (HP, 66.5k, T)

Their month was almost up, and Teddy had barely gotten through a third of his dad’s epic record collection, even though he’d been diligent about listening to at least one every day so he could discuss it with his dad afterward.

9. A Show of Wands (HP, 15k, T)

My name is Merriwether Jones.

10. Bar None (HP, 31k, M)

It wasn’t supposed to happen the way it did, but in the end, Harry was grateful for the opportunity to start over.

(or if we're being sticklers about the chronology of posting...

Tender (Bar None epilogue, E): "The fuck?")

What pattern(s) do I see? I guess I tend to begin with "it started" or some variety thereof. I also tend to launch my fic with shorter sentences, or by dropping the reader in medias res and then working backwards from there. And lastly, I seem to include one of the main characters' names in many instances, although it doesn't always end up being THE main character.

Clearly the majority of my writing has been in the Harry Potter fandom, which will probably remain the case for now, as the writing spirit seems to be in abeyance for me so far this year. I'm too lazy to link each fic but here's my works page on AO3 if any of these pique your interest. I'm quite curious to see your first lines/patterns if you feel like sharing... 👀

#tag game #writing patterns #last 10 first lines #self-reflection plus self-promo (kinda)#fanfic #the dark is rising #harry potter #velvet goldmine

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epitomereally · 1 year

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smut saturday?

VUK (@vukovich) ty for the tag. I certainly don’t (yet) have 10 smut scenes to post, so going to post one from my upcoming WIP and one from my published fic. I’ve learned that I love to start a story with slightly-antagonistic, extremely-unsure sex, probably from my formative years reading enemies-to-lovers H/D in the early 2000s. If that’s your vibe, enjoy :)

Eta: forgot to tag! Lots of people on my dash have already gone but would love to see @tenthousandyearsx because “trouble with your tie, potter?” is amazing and would love to see what else you choose and anyone else who’s seeing this & hasn’t written one yet

This is from my upcoming WIP & essentially follows another wip snip I've posted. Completely unedited, aka peep where I use [] to write notes to myself when I can't come up with the right word while drafting.

They landed in Harry’s bedroom. Harry was suddenly, fervently glad he’d been changing his sheets like a madman because, otherwise, his room was musty, untidy, strewn with socks and pants and his other sets of Auror robes. Malfoy’s disdain was apparent while looking about and Harry was reminded of all the reasons why this was a terrible, horrible idea.

Malfoy plucked a pair of Harry’s socks off the bed and placed them on the desk chair in the corner. He said, “Eurgh, don’t you have a house elf, Potter? Why does this place look like such a dump?”

Harry crossed his arms over his chest. It was his dump and so what if he didn’t like to clean up? He’d had a lifetime of that by age ten and threw himself into messiness with reckless abandon at Hogwarts—messiness was freedom. He protested, “Kreacher is getting old! And I don’t like him sorting through my dirty pants! He takes care of the rest of the house, as best he can.”

Malfoy turned to him. With barely-disguised interest, he asked, “Where exactly are we, Potter? I thought I remembered an elf named Kreacher—“

Harry cut him off, defiant. “I won’t have you selling me out to the papers, Malfoy. If we’re to do this, you’re not to tell anyone about it.”

“Oh, I see.” Malfoy’s eyes glittered dangerously. “The great Harry Potter doesn’t want anyone knowing about his dirty, little secret.” He had advanced on Harry and emphasized each word with a jab to the chest. “He won’t even tell the people that he shags where he lives. What’s next, Potter, memory charms?”

That honestly didn’t sound such a bad idea at the moment. This was obviously such a colossal mistake that Harry had half a mind to Obliviate himself. But, he reasoned, if he did, then he wouldn’t remember to never ever act on the fact that he thought Draco Malfoy was fit. “Fine, then! If you’re just going to be a wanker about me, where I live, how I live, then it’s best we don’t do this at all.”

Malfoy continued on as if Harry hadn’t even said anything at all. “Well, don’t you worry about me spilling the magic beans, Potter. Don’t be ridiculous. You may be the hero of the Wizarding World, but I’m not exactly eager to advertise this either.” Malfoy’s face twisted into a bitter sneer. “Besides, who do you even think I would tell?”

“Okay, okay. Just—“ Harry paused, wondered how revealing this was. “Just don’t call me that.”

“What? Hero of the Wizarding World?” Malfoy scoffed. “You always were-“ [disgustingly modest? But would Malfoy think this yet? Maybe he figures it out later and just lashes out here]

With a flourish, Malfoy started to untie his cloak. He slid it from his shoulders, folded it nicely, and set it on Harry’s desk. He then sat on the bed to unlace his dragonhide boots.

“Er—“ Harry began. All thought left him when Malfoy began unbuttoning his shirt, starting with the cuffs and then showing a dangerous sliver of his collarbone. Harry’s mouth was suddenly very dry. He forced out, “Er, I guess I’m not sure we should do this, anymore? Maybe it was a bad idea?”

Malfoy cast a glance at him again, continuing to unbutton his shirt, which was now open to his ribcage. “Of course it’s a bad idea, Potter, but we’re young and you’re fine-looking, I suppose. You’re looking for someone to experiment with who won’t sell you out to the press, which I won’t, and, even if I did, who would believe me, Draco Malfoy, Death Eater, telling anyone that we shagged? And I’m just looking to get off and don’t particularly care with who, even if it is someone whom I’ve hated for forever.”

Harry’s breath had officially left his body. Malfoy’s shirt was now completely open, baring his chest and stomach. Harry reached down to adjust his cock, which was straining against his fly, and Malfoy tracked the movement with his eyes.

Malfoy abruptly stood up, apparently having taken Harry’s obvious desire as agreement. He unbuckled his belt and threw it on the floor. He slowly unzipped his fly and shimmied his skinny trousers down his legs. Then Malfoy was just stood there, in his black pants, long legs, swelling cock, broad shoulders, all that skin on display, looking uncertain for the first time. Harry blurted out, “You’re so fit.”

Malfoy barked out a laugh, seeming surprised and pleased. He palmed his cock and said, “Now you, Potter,” softer than Harry thought possible from him.

Harry realized he had just been standing there like a wally, while Malfoy stripped. He hurried to take off his clothes. He hastily toed off his ratty trainers and his socks, only one of which had a hole in the toe, he was pleased to note. He shucked his trousers, which were starting to become quite uncomfortable anyways. When he went to remove his tee, he got it stuck in his armpits and then his glasses came clattering to the floor when he removed it. He bent down to pick them up and shoved them back on his face.

Malfoy looked temporarily taken aback. He asked, “You’re going to keep your glasses on, then?”

Harry cleared his throat. He said, gruffly, “I want to see you,” and grinned when red spread across Malfoy’s chest, up his neck, onto his face.

Malfoy sat on Harry’s bed and leaned back, resting on his palms. He let his legs sprawl in front of him, off the bed, and Harry could see the soft swell of his balls in his pants, the dusty fuzz on the insides of his thighs. Harry realized Malfoy was letting him look and his mouth flooded with saliva. Malfoy asked, quietly, as if afraid to break the spell, “Have you ever bottomed before, Potter?”

“Er,“ Harry said, “no?” He knew the mechanics of it, of course; after Christmas, Charlie had sent him some quite instructive magazines, that Harry had wanked to at least once or twice. Harry had even tried to poke around back there with a finger once or twice, but it had just been uncomfortable and not very enjoyable.

Malfoy snorted and reached down, put his hand down his pants and stroked himself. Harry’s eyes followed the movement, the long pulls up and down, and his mind filled with static. He truly didn’t think he had ever been more turned on in his life.

Malfoy said, lazily, continuing to stroke himself, “Well, I suppose since I’ve done it before, I’ll do you the favor this time, but next time, you’ll have to hand your arse up to me.”

This is from my fic A Case of You, and is quite close to the beginning. Harry and Draco are both in the Auror training program, partnered together. Harry is obviously interested in Draco, but is also keeping secrets.

Draco pulled off of Potter’s cock and hovered above his body, now completely unsure how to proceed. Potter still had an arm thrown over his eyes; he was breathing hard, with a flush extended down his chest. He whispered, “Fuck,” once more and pulled his head up to look down at Draco. “Draco, that was—fuck. Are you … are you going to fuck me now?”

Draco barked out a laugh of disbelief; he smiled up at Potter, just a bit. “Fuck you? Potter, you just came.”

An obstinate look came over Potter’s face. “You said you were going to use me, so fucking use me.”

Was that not good for Potter? It seemed like it was good for Potter. It was certainly good for Draco; he was viciously hard, a literal, aching need in his groin. Humiliation flooded through Draco’s body, but then Potter was reaching down to him, grabbing, clasping hands trying to pull Draco up.

“You really want me to use you, Potter?” Draco snarled. He pushed those hands down, clambered up Potter’s body, and straddled his shoulders. “Open your mouth.”

And Potter just fucking did, what the fuck?

Draco channeled all the wants of his fifteen-year-old sexual awakening and guided his cock into Potter’s open mouth. Potter’s lips were so red, bitten; his mouth was so wet and hot; his tongue sliding on the underside of Draco’s cock. Draco was already so turned on and now this—literally something he wanked to in the Slytherin dorms, angry and so horny. He imagined himself holding Potter down, fucking his face, Potter moaning around his cock. Now it was happening and it seemed like Potter loved it, groaning and writhing and eyes fluttering closed.

“Look at me,” Draco commanded, pumping in and out. Potter’s eyes snapped open and focused on Draco’s. Potter’s eyes were so green without his glasses, looking through Draco like he could see his want, his anger, his shame that he had been carrying around with him for years. Draco thrust helplessly, desperately into Potter’s mouth and Potter just took it. It certainly wasn’t the most technically-skilled blowjob Draco had ever received—Potter’s teeth were coming too close and Draco was bumping up against his soft palate, but Potter was seeing him, fuck. Draco carded his fingers through Potter’s hair, which was much softer than it looked, too soft, and tugged. Potter hummed in appreciation and brought his hands up to Draco’s hips, urging him on. Draco realized belatedly that maybe Potter liked this, liked Draco being rough with him. Maybe Potter actually wanted to be used. He wanted Draco to pour out all of his anger at his position, his frustration at never been good enough, his urgent want for Potter.

So Draco did.

Too quickly, Draco’s cock started tingling, the ache in his groin returned with a vengeance, and Draco could feel a rushing throughout his body. And fuck it, if Potter wanted to be used—

“Potter, I’m going to—can I come? On your face?”

Potter moaned and squeezed Draco’s arsecheck, which Draco could only take as assent. Draco breathed in harshly through his nose, as a jolt of arousal shot through him. Fuck, if Draco wasn’t living out every pubescent fantasy he’d ever had—though, in his fantasy, he hadn’t asked Potter if he could. Potter hollowed out his cheeks, running his tongue over the underside of Draco’s cock. Draco could feel his orgasm rushing and he pulled his cock out of Potter’s mouth. Then he was fucking coming, coming on Potter’s face, his open mouth, his tongue. Potter had even kept his eyes open, the hopeless fool, but Draco knew he would probably never forget Potter’s green eyes looking up at him in this moment.

“Fuck,” he whispered. Potter grinned up at him, brilliantly. Draco took in shuddering breaths and ran a thumb through his come on the corner of Potter’s mouth, smearing it.

“How was it?” Potter rasped out. Potter’s voice was gone from Draco’s cock—if that wasn’t the hottest thing Draco had ever heard, he would sell his soul.

“Potter, you have a lovely career in sucking cock ahead of you, if you want it,” Draco smirked down at him.

#tis the damn season wip snip #posts i actually wrote

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iofrostvigilante · 10 months

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All this still isn’t enough. I rarely venture into the character’s tags but any time I do, just a couple minutes is all it takes before I need to get out of there. What else do I have to add? It’s not just fanfiction that’s the issue. Eurgh. Things don’t leave me so I’m still very disturbed by things I saw months ago. I genuinely find it much easier on the Reddit for real life gore and death videos of suicides and cartel gangs than Tumblr. I get why it has such a negative reputation and why people actively avoid it. Maybe I was right to delete everything the last time? Just don’t know where else to post character stuff. I’m also writing this curled up on the floor with a plushie like a pathetic child 🙄

#filtering #tags #eurgh #don’t know what to do

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spring-lxcked · 11 months

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

NAME. nicole or aspen

PRONOUNS. she / they (i sometimes have a slight preference for one over the other day-to-day, but overall either is fine)

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION. if you need me to respond quickly, IMs are probably the way to go. if you want to have a long-term convo/don't care about quickness, discord (nicolenostalgia) is best!

MOST ACTIVE MUSE. currently it's obviously this rabbit bastard, but my other consistently most active muse has been kokichi (@takinghisbow). outside of him, i tend to go through periods of strong hyperfixation on specific muses. single muse blogs for me are pretty exclusively for muses i don't intend on taking long breaks from ever (outside of necessity)

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS. i've been rping since i was around 9 (and far too young to be freely online, but whatever). i've been on tumblr since i was ~14, but didn't start rping here until like. . . 3-4 years ago? prior to tumblr i rp'd on forums, via email with individual friends, and on furcadia (my longest experience and very defining for me ngl. i know it's, like, cringe or whatever, but <3).

BEST EXPERIENCE. i mean, generally just the genuine friends i've made and continue to make on here. but also, to be slightly more specific, few things stand out in my memory as favorite rp moments more than the funny, crack-y, shit-posting times where me and some of my mutuals are just losing our minds. i love running jokes on my blogs, i love being @'d, i just love love love that non-serious sort of interaction sm.

RP PET PEEVE. if you start public shit/write callouts about someone because they were slightly rude to you or you just don't like them? [cocks gun] (legally i'm joking, but i'm so glad i haven't seen this kinda shit in awhile. save it for dangerous people, please). other than that, i've had Experiences where my frequently-thirsted-after-by-fandom male muse just gets an Onslaught of ppl who will absolutely try to force ship with their OC. it hasn't happened here, but admittedly i'm like. sitting on the edge of my seat LMAO. (like, it's kinda funny but it's hella disrespectful).

PLOTS OR MEMES. memes tend to be a better starting point for me unless you already have a specific idea in mind OR we're working off of one of our wishlist posts. i have this Thing where the moment someone asks me to plot every single idea i've ever had leaves my head fdkshfsd. the only exception to this is if it's not immediately obvious how our muses would meet. at which point, either plotting OR just specifying something in a meme you send would be great.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES. cursed to love long replies, forced to have executive dysfunction lmao. i mean, i love interactions of any length, but i do looooove getting really into my muse's mindset and exploring it. because of mental health, tho, longer thread usually = longer wait for my reply. not always, it depends on my muse. once we're getting 5+ paras, it might be a bit of a wait (even tho i still love it).

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES. knee-jerk reaction was to say no abt william lmao. in all seriousness, i'd say. . . we have a similar sense of humor, regrettably. and more than that, i feel like my draw to writing muses in general who "wear a mask" and hide their real personalities has been a bit of an. . . unintentional exploration relating to my own masking. i've a only realized in recent years that i likely have ADHD (and maybe autism?), and the realization that the Me In Public is literally Not Me was. crazy. i think that, even though william is a complete bastard, there's something to writing a muse who is always performing. i mean, before i even understood what masking was i remember telling my mom that being around almost anyone irl felt like putting on a show to pretend to be "normal." so anyway me, kokichi, and william are holding hands (eurgh).

TAGGED BY. @gateway31 ( <3 <3 <3 ) TAGGING. whoever would like to do it!!

#—— ✧ tag game »#—— ✧ about the mun »#gun mention tw #i need that meme of the person with the kids on leashes except i'm the person and it's kokichi and will on the leashes #just fighting for my life at all times due to them #—— ✧ queue »

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shinelikethunder · 1 year

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1) While I feel more warmly to SPN than you do I'm highkey loving your posts + tags on the subject (BOBAzazel!), 2) thanks for namedropping Sheila bc srsly her meta is god-tier and more people should read it, 3) hate to break it to you but there's more puppy-play incoming, in S11. But instead of Dean it's Crowley. And it's grody. Brace yourself

oh don't get me wrong, I'm feeling more warmly towards it than i ever expected to! but i do find it much more rewarding to watch as "a bad and infuriating show that manages to pull off way more shockingly good stuff than you'd ever expect" than "a narrative powerhouse whose price of entry is wanting to cringe your entire face off every 2.5 episodes or so."

(backstory here is that i watched the pilot once in college and was so fucking irritated by its treatment of women that i 100% bounced on the entire show for like a solid decade, and only agreed to a groupwatch of s1 this summer on the condition that i could be a petty recreational hater in the chat. i've since been talked around to more charitable readings of a lot of its gender stuff in the monster-of-the-week eps, but Rock Bottom Expectations remains the only bearable approach to its treatment of recurring female characters (to say nothing of the chronic fucking racism, eurgh). hell, sometimes even that isn't enough and i need to watch with a healthy dose of revisionist "fuck the text, i am suing for custody and i think this poor little meow meow should've gotten to do more crimes and be more annoying, also bb i am SO glad you were able to fake your death and go into witness protection." but i suspect i'm preaching to the choir on that, and anyway it turns out half the shit that makes me want to cringe my face off is either way more mundane or way weirder than the outright offensive bullshit.)

a n y w a y yeah. god bless sheila o'malley. i don't know that i always fully subscribe to her takes, but they are some galaxy-brained blow-your-third-eye-wide-open shit and i NEED to either smoke weed with her or get my hands on some of whatever she's smoking. woman is giving grad-level film studies lectures in jensen ackles derangement and i, a fellow-sufferer still in the early stages, can only sneak into the back of the auditorium and nod along in rueful recognition.

thanks for the heads-up about s11... unbelievably cursed that the "dogfucker episode (disambiguation)" tag turns out to be some kind of hubristic challenge to the gods of grody SPN eps. at this point i don't even want to guess what the final tally will be.

#supernatural #shine watches spn #sheila o'malley #spn s11

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fleetsonourgecentral · 2 years

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Hello hello! I hope everything has been going well for you. I had a prompt idea pop into my head, and rushed to type this out before i forgot lol. Anyway, I was wondering if you could write Sonic having a nightmare and/or suffering from the aftermath of one and Scourge helps him through it? Or the other way around, if that speaks more to your muse. I just really want to see these two learn to be more vulnerable around each other, and there is little doubt in my mind that these two have issues and really need a hug. Have a good week!

Omg how did you know I love writing about characters having nightmares... how did you know...

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One of the downsides of travelling with someone was the lack of privacy options during the night. Sonic had grown to tolerate travelling with other people - although the slower speed always got on his nerves, no matter how necessary it was - but he'd never liked sharing his sleeping space with them. On bad days he was quick to awake at some of the most minor sounds, and being stuck with several other people shifting and mumbling in their sleep or getting up in the middle of the night for some water was a terrible thing to combine with that.

And on worse days, well. Even the thought of waking someone up because his stupid brain gave him a bad dream made his skin crawl.

It wasn't that he thought sleeping around someone was a show of vulnerability. Having a nightmare in front of someone, though? That was a completely different story.

Thankfully, nightmares weren't common for him, and the rest of the Freedom Fighters knew to keep their mouths shut and not bring it up if they ever caught him having one. It was the least he was owed after saving the world's ass time and time again. Occasionally Amy or Tails tried to make him, eurgh, open up about them, but for the most part he was left alone, and they were never brought up while travelling.

Still, despite learning to tolerate travelling with other people, he couldn't help but mentally cheer whenever he could do so alone at his own pace. So getting a new mission that required speed and small numbers, and thus no group of slower friends holding him back? A blessing he was long overdue.

Well, sort of. He wasn't travelling alone, but it was Scourge who was tagging along, and the good thing about travelling with Scourge was the slower speed thing was no longer a problem.

The bad thing was he had no idea if Scourge would keep his mouth shut on the off chance of a nightmare arising.

So when they settled down for the night, was it really any wonder Sonic volunteered to take watch?

With a sigh Sonic rolled his neck for the third time that night. Just because he'd chosen to take watch didn't mean he liked it. Honestly, he was tempted to lie back and get some rest. Not sleep, he'd be just awake enough to spring into action if anything happened, as unlikely as that was, but just doze a little to rest his eyes and energy.

Maybe it was dumb to offer to take watch in the first place. They'd chosen a spot secluded enough that they wouldn't be easily spotted by any of Robotnik's troops, and fear for their safety wasn't even really a concern in the first place when he'd pitched the idea, although he'd tried to make it seem like it was, and brushed off Scourge's call of "bullshit" with a comment about being the more experienced Freedom Fighter, and thus the one more equipped to decide what was and wasn't safe, so shut the fuck up.

Scourge had rolled his eyes but reluctantly backed down, muttering about being too tired to deal with his "paranoid bullshit." The fucking hypocrisy.

No, safety wasn't his concern at all. His concern was that stupid, stupid nagging voice in the back of his mind hissing "but what if tonight's a bad night?" over and over, even though there was no fucking reason to believe it would be other than having gone several months without one.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Scourge. He did, against his better judgement. Somehow the fungus fucker had gradually kicked in the hesitations he had about lookalikes and became a trustworthy ally on the battlefield and a surprisingly hilarious friend. He was cunning and a jackass who didn't whinge about Sonic's attitude (usually) and a fierce fighter who didn't give a shit about the "morals" of fighting dirty, an attitude the Freedom Fighters desperately needed. "Clean" fighting was a nice sentiment, but just not practical in a lot of situations, and Sonic couldn't say he cared too much about Scourge's dirty tactics. Rather their side than the enemy's, after all.

Against all odds and previous bad experiences with lookalikes, Sonic trusted Scourge with his life.

With his nightmares, though? That wasn't something he was ready to expose to him yet. Not even out of fear he'd be seen as weaker or less capable for them, or out of worry they'd be used against him somehow, which was the reason he kept them hidden from everyone except close friends. It was just... a lot.

Better to just not sleep in front of him and avoid the risk entirely.

Ugh, now he remembered why he never bothered with this "taking watch" shit. He was always more likely to overthink about dumb shit if he had the whole night to himself doing nothing but sitting and watching without something or someone to keep him entertained and distracted.

Cracking his neck, Sonic settled back against the rock he was leaning against. It was a quiet night, no midnight adventurers or obnoxiously loud birds or bugs, not even any wind ruffling the leaves on the trees. Peaceful, just like the nights he remembered from when he was younger, before Robotnik came to be. If he closed his eyes he could almost pretend he was back to those days, lounging on his back and stargazing on the roof of Kintobor's old laboratory.

One day. One day they'd beat Robotnik for good and he'd be able to have as many peaceful nights as he wanted; not every night, that would be way too boring, but some nights. Depending on how much action he wanted. Any fights he got involved in would be on his terms, not tethered to stopping every scheme he stumbled across regardless of if he was in the mood for fighting or not.

His eyes fell on Scourge, who was sleeping a couple of metres away, lying on his stomach with his face buried in his elbow.

He hoped Scourge would stick around to see those nights, too. He'd probably get bored of them, even quicker than Sonic would, but that was fine. He would provide good company for the nights Sonic didn't want to sit around and spend the night in peace. He was always up for finding something fun to do no matter the time of day, something his other friends just weren't down for, and it would be fun to run around looking for ass to kick together without having to worry about a threat as huge as Robotnik looming over them.

With his eyes on Scourge it was impossible to miss the stuttered hitch in breath even if he wanted to.

There was no threat, nothing to be worked up over, a simple shift in someone else's breathing pattern was all that had changed, but somehow Sonic found himself on full alert anyway. He sat up, staring intently at Scourge, cataloguing every little twitch just in case something was wrong. Scourge's breathing grew heavy, his face screwed up, his hands balled into fists as he made a pitiful attempt to curl in on himself. A shuddering inhale, a flinch accompanied by a... not a whine, or a whimper, but some kind of noise that was definitely unpleasant-

Oh.

He hadn't considered the possibility of Scourge having a nightmare.

Sonic was torn between watching in case the nightmare escalated and made Scourge hurt himself or looking away in some kind of attempt to respect Scourge's privacy. He'd never been on this end of the situation before and he had no clue what to do. Should he wake him up? Leave him be? Stay sat down and pretend he hadn't noticed anything, or leave and come back when Scourge woke up, pretending he had something to deal with and conveniently missed the whole thing?

Fuck, he wasn't good at shit like this. That was what the rest of the Freedom Fighters were for. He didn't even know if he hated or was grateful for being woken up from his own damn nightmares, how was he supposed to know what Scourge would want?

For an entire minute he sat and stared helplessly at Scourge, frozen in place despite the urge to just shake him awake. He didn't want Scourge to continue whatever awful dream he was having, but he also didn't fancy getting punched in the face, which was a very likely option even when Scourge was awake, never mind half asleep and still pumped full of adrenaline.

Finally, though, Scourge jerked awake with a strangled gasp, still for only a moment as he refamiliarised himself with his surroundings before he pushed himself up on shaky arms, still panting.

Sonic averted his eyes just as Scourge's landed on him.

He half expected Scourge to call him out for sitting and watching him during his nightmare; he sure as fuck wasn't shy about calling him out for anything else. But surprisingly, he didn't. He just kept staring at him in silence, wrestling his breathing back under control as his gaze drilled holes into Sonic's head. Sonic didn't turn to look at him, just stared straight ahead like he was very dedicated to his self assigned role and hadn't been contemplating dozing off for the past twenty minutes.

"You still up?" Scourge said at last.

"That's what someone who keeps watch does, yes."

"You don't stay awake when you keep watch. You, like, half sleep, half keep watch."

Damn. When did he notice that?

"I'm not tired yet."

"Bullshit, but whatever."

Neither of them spoke again for several minutes. Scourge sat up against the rock, drumming his fingers against his knee to a beat Sonic couldn't follow, and joined Sonic in staring straight ahead pretending to scan for threats they both knew damn well weren't coming.

Was Sonic supposed to ask him about it? Pry into the details of the nightmare? For what? Just to seem like a good friend? Fuck, this stuff had never made sense to him. Emotions were a battlefield he was... less than prepared for at the best of times, and for more delicate shit like this, he was far from the first choice for assistance, and he wanted to keep it like that. One wrong step just made things worse for everybody, but the right step changed from person to person, and how the fuck was Sonic supposed to magically know what the correct steps and words for each person were? Fighting robots or the moronic minions Robotnik had somehow managed to recruit was so much easier in comparison.

Again, there was a reason the other Freedom Fighters handled all the emotional shit. And why Amy frequently scolded him for being insensitive.

But the other Freedom Fighters weren't there. It was just Sonic. And as much as he hated dealing with situations like this, he also didn't want Scourge to be fucked off and upset.

But he also didn't want to make Scourge feel like he had to talk if he didn't want to.

"I don't want to talk about it," Scourge said suddenly before Sonic could come to a decision on if he should say something or not.

Well. That made it easier than just blindly guessing.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

Scourge squinted at him. "You're not gonna... try and make me talk about it? Encourage me to open up about my feelings?"

"Nope."

"Not gonna stick your hero nose where it don't belong?"

"I never stick my nose-"

"Yeah you do. That's, like, your whole thing. You wouldn't run around saving people if you always minded your own business."

... Damn it, he was kind of right, wasn't he?

"Look," Sonic said, still not looking over, "do you want to talk about it?"

"Fuck no."

"Then we won't."

Scourge huffed. Out of the corner of his eye, Sonic could see him fiddling with the zip on his jacket.

"... Why? Why aren't you pushing?"

Oh boy, honesty hours. Yay.

He could just brush it off. Say he didn't care, he had better things to do with his time, hearing about it wouldn't change anything because there was nothing he could do to help. He could just be the dick he knew Scourge probably expected him to be.

... Fuck, but he didn't want to.

"I hate it when people try to make me talk about shit I don't wanna talk about," Sonic said. It sounded more like an admittance from how quiet it was, like it was a dirty little secret he was sharing with Scourge and Scourge only. Which it wasn't, he made it perfectly clear that he hated being forced to talk about shit every time someone tried to make him, but... but it was different, somehow, saying it to Scourge under the quiet blanket of the night. "If you don't wanna talk about it, I'm the last guy who's gonna make you."

"... Huh. Everyone just always tells me to talk about shit 'cause apparently it'll make me feel better."

"Yeah." Sonic turned his gaze back up to the sky. "I hear that a lot, too."

They lapsed back into silence, or at least, as silent as it could be with Scourge fidgeting with his jacket. Sonic wanted to say it was a peaceful silence, but the conversation somehow didn't feel... done.

Sure enough, eventually Scourge piped back up, voice so much smaller and... less guarded, somehow, as he said, "You're really not gonna make me talk about it?"

Sonic paused. Tapped his leg as he thought over all the possible answers. He could just keep up the reassurance, or...

Amy kept telling him he was unapproachable and difficult to talk to sometimes, and kept nagging him to work on it. Normally he didn't care because he wouldn't know what to say anyway, but he was the only one around, and if Scourge needed it...

"If you want to talk, you can," Sonic said slowly, hoping he was doing this right. "I'm not... I can't tell you I'll say anything helpful, or anything at all, 'cause we both know I'm shit at this. But I can listen."

Scourge was silent.

"I'm not saying you should, or that you have to. I'm just saying, if you want to talk, talk. If you don't, don't. Up to you, I don't care either way." Fuck, that was rude. Oh well. Scourge was fluent in rude, so it was probably fine. "Just... do whatever helps."

There. That was the best he could do in terms of support. Happy, Amy?

Scourge stayed silent for a few more seconds. Then...

"It... it was about prison." The words were halting, hesitant. Like Scourge didn't know how this worked either. Like he was trying something new with Sonic. "Nothing... fuck, it wasn't even coherent. Just random shit I thought I'd forgotten about. Stupid inmates I can't even remember the names of anymore, acting like they're hot shit just 'cause they're bigger and stronger and have a whole gang..."

Scourge trailed off, voice shaky. When Sonic turned to look at him, he was running a hand through his quills like he was reassuring himself they were still there.

They used to be shorter when he first arrived, Sonic remembered. Shorter and choppy and just barely long or sharp enough for self defence.

"Guards did nothing, y'know? They didn't care. We was just a bunch of troublemakers who got what was coming to us to them. So they just let fucking anything happen. Didn't give a shit who got hurt or who started fights or who got their shit stolen. Fuck, they kept going on about rehabilitation like it was something they gave a fuck about, but they wouldn't've even cared if someone got killed in there-"

Scourge was shaking, fist buried in his quills and tugging on them as he stared at the ground, face scrunched up in rage.

Sonic hated it. He hated that look on Scourge's face. He hated that there was something much more fragile, much more vulnerable, hidden away under that rage. He hated that there was nothing he could do to make it go away.

Wordlessly, he shifted closer until his arm brushed against Scourge's.

"Just... it was shit." Scourge's head landed on his shoulder. Sonic didn't mention it. "It was shit and I fucking hated every minute of it. That's what it was about."

Sonic hummed. He didn't have anything to say in response, because what was there to be said? But Scourge was already relaxing against his shoulder, so he probably didn't need to.

Instead, he just linked his arm with Scourge's.

This time the silence between them was comfortable. Scourge was done, Sonic was done, they were both done, no more words required. Scourge was still leaning on Sonic, and apparently neither of them saw any reason for him to move, because Sonic didn't push him away and Scourge didn't bother pulling away.

It was nice. The night wasn't cold but Scourge was warm, and it was easy to relax with him leaning on him.

Unsurprisingly, it didn't take long for Scourge to fall asleep. Well. No point in moving him, was there? Sonic was already perfectly comfortable, and he didn't need to worry about waking up with a crick in his neck from an awkward sleeping position since he needed to stay awake anyway. He was on watch after all.

By the time the sun peeked over the horizon, Sonic was slumped over Scourge, cheek smushed against his head, fast asleep.

It just didn't feel like a risk anymore.

#sonic the hedgehog #scourge the hedgehog #fleetway sonic #stc sonic #fleet!sonourge #asks #fanfic #sorry this took so long! writers block is a bitch lol #fr though i've literally been thinking about how badly i wanna write a nightmare fic for these two... you read my MIND...#damn sonic where'd you get all these issues from #man really said 'idk shit about how to handle emotions. I'll try tho. for you.'#no one else znvxnvxng if u told any of his friends sonic tried to be emotionally supportive to scourge they'd laugh in your face #and he sure as SHIT still won't touch his own messy emotions with a ten foot pole #congratulations scourge you've unlocked achievement: future boyfriend willing to fall asleep around you #like good luck trying to get him to talk about his own nightmares in the future. bc he won't. even though he probably should #scourge on the other hand is like 'fuck it. we're already trying hero shit. might as well try this talking thing everyone talks about'#'(only with you though. bc somehow i trust the emotionally stunted bastard the most with this shit)'#U know it's a fun pairing when somehow SCOURGE is the one doing better with the whole emotions thing #not by much. but still.#bc lbr. sonic ain't got a fucking clue. absolutely hopeless #anyways sorry again this took forever! hope you enjoy!

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