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frostironfudge · 2 years

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i would like a tony stark x insecure plus size reader where tony is gone for a while and his girl gains a lil bit of weight and shes afraid hell leave her for it or something like that? idk youre the writer!

The Way You Are

Pairing: Tony Stark x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: not canon compliant, fluff, angst, body image issues, insecure reader, overthinking, anxiety, hurt/comfort, tony comforts the reader, weight insecurities, happy ending. past in italics.

A.N: hi @lilacprincessofrecovery thank you for this request, i've been wanting to write for tony the longest time and this is my first piece with him, i hope you like it.

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It had been two months, you stared at the mirror and then Tony’s side of the huge wardrobe. You grabbed one of his oversized band tees.

Thats when it happened, it fit a little too closely. Right over your stomach and sides. Not showing the curves in the best way or the way you knew Tony loved seeing you in his clothes.

You peel the t shirt off of your body. Hanging it back and moving towards your own clothes. Then the pang of ache hits you.

The t shirt smelled of his cologne, having you engulfed in his essence. You missed Tony. Terribly and utterly missed him.

The news wasn’t helpful and Tony never wanted to discuss anything on the phone calls about the missions. Only speaking about you and your day and how much he missed you.

The only respite were the videocalls and holograms of each other that Jarvis would be able to project, via the Iron Man suit for Tony and at home for you through minor enhancements made by his tinkering.

“Can’t wait to hold you in my arms again.” Tony sighed as he peeled an orange.

“Can’t wait to be in your arms again.” You traced over his face over the screen of the StarkPad, “Are you sleeping okay? Eating okay?” You question, eyeing the orange.

He chuckles, “Am I not appealing without my cheese burgers and shawarmas?”

“Tony.” You shake your head, then chuckle at his pun.

“Made you laugh.” He pops the orange slice in his mouth.

“You always do.” You admire him.

He smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners and his dimple peeks out.

“I really miss you.” He says once again, “Been a month an a half and I swear I think I have an addiction to you just can’t sleep.”

“Why don’t you call me when you’re about to sleep? Could pretend to lay next to each other.” You offer frowning.

Tony shakes his head, “Timezones, baby. Can’t have you suffer at my expense, and anyways its just a while more. Insomnia has been my best friend for far longer.”

“Don’t let Rhodes hear you.” You laugh, he giggles.

He eats about half the orange and then yawns.

“You know I’m kind of sleepy.” You say, “Lay with me?”

“Are you trying to get me to nap?” He narrows his eyes but begins moving to his bed.

“J, do your thing.” Tony requests, a hologram of him appears on the bed, your hologram stands in front of him, mimicking how you both were currently.

“On it, Sir.”

“Thank you, Jarvis.” You say, climbing into bed, hand outstretched. Tony reaches for it as does his hologram for you.

“You’re very welcome, Ma’am.”

You both sigh. So close and yet so far.

Tony does manage to fall asleep, you stay watching over him, well, his hologram.

You grab the t shirt again, tears brim your eyes. You had just spoken to him an hour back and they were flying to another location. He would be gone for another few weeks and it was getting hard. The worry, the empty bed, the empty house which has seemingly everything and yet nothing.

“Hey Jarvis? Could you do a Body Mass Analysis for me?” You whispered stepping into the bathroom, over the calibrated tiles.

“Ma’am, I don’t think you should.” Jarvis tries to quell your wandering thoughts.

“Jarvis please.” You request, “Just tell me how much weight I’ve put on okay?”

“Ma’am the last time this happened, Sir was with you and I believe we need to hold off.” The AI says, you sigh.

“Good thing I keep an analogue scale as well.” You huff retrieving it.

“Ma’am—,”

“No Jarvis. I I have time before he comes back I can shed this all,” you stand on the scale, its about a few kilograms/pounds higher than before but you know you gained more inches.

The diet change combined with eating too much sweet to emotionally keep your worries at bay resulted in this. You poke at the rolls, missing Tony’s soft hold and warmth. He’d know what to say.

You keep clutching Tony’s shirt, “I can right?”

“Ma’am I do not think putting yourself under duress is what Mr. Stark would want for you.” Jarvis tries to reason.

“Do not tell him a word okay?” You say to the AI.

Jarvis stays silent.

“Jarvis. Please. I don’t want him worried while he is away.” You plead with the AI.

“He always worries about you. Always requests for updates. If he knows you are struggling, he could help.” The AI’s words send a pang of guilt.

“Ma’am, if I may, Mr. Stark always spoke highly of your beauty and still does to this date. Please try not to be hard upon yourself.” Jarvis continued, almost breaking protocol to call Tony to have him quell your increasing anxiety.

Your lips pursed as you consider his words.

“I wasn’t, I wasn’t this big.” You mutter, then pull on the t-shirt, staring at the tightened places. If this was the situation then what would be the situation for the remaining clothes you used to fit into without being hard on your body and shape.

“Ma’am,” Jarvis says as though he is really trying but words fail him, you watch over your features, closing your eyes when that voice inside your head begins to win and every jab at you slices through.

“Mr. Stark is attempting a video call.” Jarvis announces.

You wince, stepping out of the bathroom and grabbing the StarkPad.

“Hey there, kitten— oh!” Tony stares at you, your mind instantly tells you he doesn’t like what he sees, all he can see is rolls of skin and nothing appealing. You know he might just not want to come back to you, maybe you should take off somewhere when he returns, maybe-

“Y/N?” Tony calls put worried, you shake your head.

“Huh?”

“I said you look ravishing, are you teasing me?” He whispers, a smirk on his face.

“I um,” you blush, he thinks, he thinks you’re ravishing, still.

“God, what I’d do to be next to you, you know what it does to me seeing you in my clothes.” He bites his lip, eyes raking over you, “go on, step away let me see those gorgeous thighs and legs that wrap around my hips and head.”

“To-tony.” You stutter but stand, his voice coaxing you.

“Fucking gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, fuck got me so fucking hard.” Tony takes a deep steadying breath, your face flushes and thighs clench.

“You know what is my favourite part about you wearing my clothes?” He questions, you look up, fiddling with the hem.

“Taking them off?” You tease, lifting the shirt slightly and his eyes follow your movements and then much to his dismay you walk towards the device.

“Hey! I was enjoying the view that is my girlfriend.” He pouts, making you laugh.

“Well come home and take it off.” You challenge. The voice begins to return.

“In a while, kitten. Just going to have my way with you and probably have us stay a six month vacation on an island, just you, me, ice cream,” He grins.

“And Jarvis.” You add.

“It would be my pleasure to accompany the two of you.” Jarvis pipes up and Tony shakes his head.

“Dum-E misses you.” You say, Tony sighs wistfully.

“I miss him too, I miss you more however.” He gives a sad smile, holding your gaze.

“I miss you more. Come back soon?” You request, Tony looks to the side muting the call before nodding at the person who entered his room.

“That was just Cap, we have to head out. I’ll try to be there soon okay? I love you.” He traces his fingertips over the screen.

“I love you too, Tony.” You watch as the suit is put on his face graces your screen as he speaks to you from the suit.

“You’re doing okay right?” He suddenly questions and you freeze.

“Um?”

“With everything, me being away and I just, I know you did not sign up for all of this, and I swear next time I’m not going on this long of a vacation, I miss you too much. My arms ache to be around you and my body misses your warmth.” He admits, you sigh.

“i, I’m okay, you should head out,”

“Y/N…” Tony doesn’t buy a word.

“Okay I’m not that great, it has been really hard without you.” You admit, throat tightening with emotion.

“Oh baby,” Tony looks right into your eyes, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I haven’t been there for you. Tell me, tell me what can I do to make it better.” He pleads.

You bite your lip, blinking back tears, “You can’t.” Your resolve breaks, a sob breaks past your lips.

“Tell me, please, baby, please. I’m, I’m so sorry, I love you so much.” Tony stops mid-flight path, Jarvis announces to the others he’s hanging back. He couldn’t have you broken down this way, he had to help you.

“Come back, I know you can’t, so it, there is no point in me saying anything. I’m, I’ll be okay, I don’t want to worry you okay? i’ll talk to you tomorrow, go beat some bad guy ass.” You give a watery chuckle to distract him, wiping the stupid tears that wouldn’t stop.

You hit end call. Requesting Jarvis to not let Tony’s calls come through, to tell him you were in the shower.

His cologne surrounds you as you stay curled up in bed, the tears don’t stop. They don’t fucking stop. You sniffle exhausted. Sleep lingers at the periphery coaxing you under.

Dreams provide a semblance of peace, a moment of comfort, dreaming of Tony wasn’t rare. You took what your mind gave you. His lips brushing over your forehead, cheeks and his fingertips tracing along your back and sides, softly brushing under his shirt, pulling you closer.

You feel the warmth of the arc reactor he wore the light softened for the night, hidden under the black tank he wore. You softly trace a path from his bicep to elbow, then back up.

“You’re awake?” he murmurs, you look up into his dark eyes. Tiredness overtakes his features.

“Awake?” You wince at the dryness of your throat, Tony shifts, grabbing the water bottle at the side. You take small sips handing it back.

Looking outside and then at the time it’s been ten hours since you last saw the time. You look back at Tony. Then down to where his arms were, his shirt had ridden up, your eyes brimmed with tears, at him being back or the insecurity of him leaving you couldn’t decipher.

You sit up, nerves getting the best of you.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” He wipes your tears, “I got back half an hour ago, I have breakfast too.”

“What about the mission?” You question, knots tying in your stomach.

“I needed to be here more.” He says, still stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“I’m here and I’ve got you okay? I love you, whatever is hurting you, you can tell me when you’re ready. As long as you need me to hold you I will.” He gazes into your eyes, sealing his words with a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Tony,” You blink back the tears, “Am, am i still beautiful to you?”

The way your voice sounds so worried and so small breaks his heart.

“Kitten, you’re absolutely beautiful and gorgeous.” He says, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

“I, I couldn’t—your shirt doesn’t fit right and—,”

“I think it looks so damn sexy.” He interrupts with determination, you huff out.

“Tony.” You lose your train of thought, he gleams when you take in his words.

“Baby, your weight does not change what my heart feels for you, what my mind conjures up for you, who my hands search for in an empty, unknown bed, it is always you, it will always be you. I know these past days were hard on you, I wish I was there better. I’m here now and I want to tell you, you are perfect, don’t care what the scales say, as long as you’re healthy and happy.” He presses kisses all over your face.

“You mean that?” Your voice is still small, eyes searching to catch a lie, mind waiting to turn and twist his words but it cannot.

“Every word, every syllable. I love you for you.” He strokes your cheek.

“I love you.” You whisper.

“Want to have some Breakfast?” He question, you nod with a smile. Tony turns to the side and somehow Dum-E was bringing the arranged tray with ease.

“Best lil guy.” Tony praises and the bot whirrs happily, he pats Dum-E after taking the tray. Dum-E nudges his hand for more pats.

“Dude I’ve got my girl I need to give attention too.” Dum-E whirs and shifts towards you, distracting you from Tony.

“Oh, is that how we’re playing this?” He raises a brow at you.

You giggle, continuing to give Dum-E your attention.

You feel Tony’s hands on your sides, he shifts so you’re sitting with your back against him chest. Dum-E moves away. You snuggle against Tony’s chest. Then you freeze.

“Hey, none of those thoughts okay? I want you comfortable and cuddled up, love it when you snuggle into me and there isn’t any place for even air to get between us.” He presses his lips to your temple.

“I, it, it, is hard.” You sigh, looking up at him, turning to face him.

“One day at a time okay? I know it is hard, I also know and have seen how strong you are, your resilience and your ability to give yourself the love you shower onto me. Its okay if you are not able to be strong or give yourself love right now.” Tony strokes your cheek.

“I’m here to do that for you.” He rests his forehead against yours, you close your eyes.

“I love you the way you are, the way you were and the way you will be.” He says the lines said by you to him, when he questioned all his actions while struggling with his life after being taken, after New York.

“I love you the way you are, the way you were and the way you will be.” You whisper back, his lips brush over yours, as he cups your face gently to deepen the kiss.

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shotoh · 3 years

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So I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this and I have come to you, queen, work your magic ❣️

I can’t stop thinking about just falling asleep on Todorokis chest after a long day, him automatically using his left side to warm you, and the whole time your sleeping hes playing with your hair, but the thing is, hes twirling it around his heated fingers and straight up just curling your hair as you sleep 😭😭 imagine waking up and hes just smiling at you as he finishes the last part of your hair

I JUST WANT SHOTO TO PLAY WITH MY HAIR 😭😭

CURLING YOUR HAIR WHILE YOU’RE ASLEEP

AHHH that’s so cute!! this is supposed to be a smut blog dammit but i can’t refuse this!

character: todoroki shouto

warnings/tags: nothing really, but keep in mind that reader has hair that can be curled and styled with the application of heat, however, everything else is not heavily described

i can see this happening by complete accident

nuzzling next to him on the couch after a long day of work, your lids slowly close shut, dozing off for a quick snooze

shouto had anticipated your fatigue winning in your half-hearted battle to keep your eyes open

before your lethargic body tumbles forward, he adjusts you to lean on the cushion of his shoulder, snaking an arm around your waist, and tugging to his left side to keep you warm

his left hand trails a path of heat along your arm that blankets you as you emit sleepy murmurs from your lips, the tension of the work day leaving your shoulders

with a book in his other hand, shouto reads the remaining hours of the evening away while absentmindedly playing with your hair, twirling some strands around his digits

each lock of hair thats spun between his heat-clad fingers ends up staying in swirled ringlets

when his eyes move away from his book, checking over your tired form, he perks up at finding a curl hanging amidst your hair

shouto’s eyebrows crinkle, glancing at his left hand as a revelation hits him

he understands that heat can temporarily change the texture and style of one’s hair, but the idea of using his quirk like this has never crossed his mind before

it’s quite different when compared to how he utilizes his quirk on an everyday basis—attacking villains, creating signal fires, even heating up food or keeping others warm

he mulls over the thought of attempting to fix that particular lock of hair to its normal state, or perhaps let it naturally unfurl on its own, however, the light of another idea flickers above the others

- - - - -

Some time later, you stir awake, mind foggy as your droopy lids slowly pry themselves open. A yawn floats off your lips, the corners dried with drool from your short nap. Your eyes take their time adjusting to the light of your surroundings, beginning to remember that you had ended up dozing off on the couch, while also recalling that Shouto had welcomed you at his side before you fell into slumber. As a result, you’re not at all surprised to be greeted by his kind smile, gazing at him with what you imagine to be the drowsiest grin on your face.

That same grin turns lopsided when you hear his chuckle, watching his assorted eyes rove over you. “What’s so funny?” you ask, your brows scrunching curiously. You must have looked like a mess or something for him to make that face. But Shouto is more... amused than anything, even going to say that he was impressed at the sight in front of him as you had yet to address the warmth hugging your hair that tickled your roots.

To answer your question, Shouto strokes a hand down your hair until he reaches the end to poke a finger through a spiral of your locks. A spiral that you quickly realize didn’t exist prior to your nap. Your eyes widen slightly at the strand before you brush your fingers through your hair to discover a few more curls.

“Wha–” The words evade you, too busy petting at your hair while scrupulously admiring how the little ringlets bounce atop your palms. To get a better look, you pull out your phone, turning the front-facing camera on. You angle the phone furthest from you as possible to get the clearest view of your new hairstyle.

“Like ’em?” he asks, his elbow propped against his side of the couch as he watches you squint at the wavy swirls decorating your hair.

You twirl one of the locks around your finger. “They don’t look too bad,” you admit, not meeting his eyes. Sure, some of the curls look uneven, but that’s a given with the awkward position you were probably sleeping in.

By the befuddled yet amazed look reflected in your screen, you’re more curious as to how those curls even appeared to begin with. It’s not like Shouto plugged in a curler and had his own little makeshift salon. Though you could say he treated the opportunity as such with the amount of curls he managed to style into your hair in such a short amount of time.

Reading your mind, Shouto reaches over to loop one of the unfurled tresses around his finger. In an instant, his digits heat up, you can sense warmth near your scalp. In the mirror of your screen, you observe how he unwinds his index finger from your hair and a voluminous ringlet is left in his wake.

Your mouth gapes open, your phone mimicking your stunned expression. “Y-You can do that?!”

A deep laugh leaves his chest. “Just apply heat right?” He loops over you, his left side reaching for one of your unoccupied hands to pass his warm onto your skin. He enters the range of your camera, his handsome face coming into view where his red hair and blue eye peek out on screen.

You side-eye him. “Is this your not-so-subtle way of telling me you want to do my hair from now on?”

“Baby, you’re giving me too much credit.” He plants a kiss on your temple before twirling a curl between his fingers. “But if you need help getting your hair done, I wouldn't mind lending a hand.”

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albertasunrise · 3 years

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Unexpected

Summary: After the worst day at work you’ve ever had, you find release in a man that you meet in a bar. A tall dark stranger that gives you the best night of your life… but you also get more than you bargained for.

Warning/Content: Explicit, Angst, Bathroom Sex, Swearing

Paring: Javier Peña / Female Reader

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Downing your drink, you groan into your palm as you try to calm your frayed nerves. Today had been hell. You knew that coming to Columbia to work at the Embassy was not going to be easy. You'd volunteered on a whim, how many Executive Assistants had the chance to assist the Ambassador to Columbia? Today though, shit had hit the fan and you were the one to take the brunt of the crap that flew. You were the assistant, unfortunately, it came with the territory. So you had decided to go home, put on your best jeans and a nice top and go to the bar your colleagues had been raving about, alone. You motion to the barman to fetch you another drink, thanking him as he gives it to you and you hold out the money you owe.

‘It’s on him.’ The barman states, motioning to someone sat a few stools down from you.

He had dark hair that curled at the end and a moustache that surprisingly suited him, you’d never liked them on men before. His eyes were dark, cocoa brown and twinkled in the yellow artificial light, crinkling at the corners as he smiled at you.

‘Thank you.’ You say to him, nodding your appreciation before taking a large swig.

‘Bad day?’ He asks, noting the tension in your shoulders.

‘The worst.’ You reply, downing the last of your drink.

His lips were delicious against your skin, nibbling and sucking at your neck as he hoists you up so that you're perched on the edge of the sink. It was chaotic. Fingers fumbling to unbutton his jeans as his thrust and curl inside you, driving that coil tighter and tighter. You manage to free his length, kissing him hard as your hands grab his waist and pull him flush against you.

‘Fuck me, Peña.’ You growl, pumping his length ‘Now.’

You don’t need to ask him twice, pushing himself into your heat with one swift motion that has you moaning loudly into his mouth. He's ruthless, pounding you as your brace yourself against the mirror. It didn’t take long for you to climax, throwing your head back and your mouth falling open in a silent scream as he continues to hit that spot inside that makes your toes curl. His lips latched to your pulse point, fingers sliding between you and rubbing circular motions on your clit as he growls in your ear.

‘One more for me Hermosa.’ He whispers, his low baritone sending you over the edge again and your walls clamp hard around him, pulling his own orgasm from him seconds later.

‘Fuck.’ You breathe as you slump back against the mirror at your rear ‘Thanks… I needed that.’

‘Glad I could be of service.’ He grinned, helping you down and running his hand through his sweat-slick hair.

‘See you around Peña.’ You wink, leaving him speechless in your wake.

You hadn’t expected that you’d see him so soon, the both of you sharing a wide-eyed gaze as he approached the Ambassador's office. The blonde man at his side studied the two of you for a moment before rolling his eyes and letting out an audible huff.

‘You fucked her didn’t you.’ He growled, your face heating up as you return your attention to your paperwork.

‘She’s ready when you are.’ You state, your eyes not leaving the piece of paper in your hands.

You quickly dove for the ladies the moment they disappeared through the door, letting out a shaky breath as you splashed your face with water. Of course, the man you’d casually fucked last night was a DEA agent here to catch Escobar. You’d been here exactly 2 weeks so had not had the pleasure of meeting the two American pain in the asses that the Ambassador complained about so much but now you knew one intimately. You knew he had given you the best fuck of your life. You straightened your makeup and returned to your desk, fighting to keep your mind quiet as the minutes ticked by.

‘Can I speak to you a moment?’ You jumped, not even seeing Javier walk up to your desk.

‘I uh-‘

‘It won't take a minute.’

You nod, following him to the empty communal kitchen and lean against the counter, arms crossed as you wait for him to speak. He’s silent initially, scratching the back of his neck nervously as he thinks carefully about what to say to you.

‘I’m sorry about Steve.’ He says finally, resting one hand on his hip as the other scrubs over his face.

‘It’s fine Peña.’ You reply ‘We did fuck so he was right.’

‘Right…’ He replies, looking at you a moment before continuing ‘I guess he is.’

‘Was that all you wanted to say?’ You asked curtly, eyes glancing at the clock to your left.

‘No. I uh-‘ He pauses, carefully thinking about his next words ‘I wondered if perhaps I could take you out for dinner?’

‘Javi you don’t have to do that.’

‘Do what?’ You sigh, shaking your head at him.

‘Protect my dignity or whatever.’

‘No thats-‘

‘I’d had a bad day and needed a fuck. You kindly provided me with that service.’ You state, noting the slightly wounded expression that crosses his face ‘You were great but it was a one-time thing. Don’t need to make a thing out of it.’

‘Oh.’ His voice cracks a little, taking a step towards the door he nods and looks around at anything but you ‘Right yeah of course. See you around.’

You don’t see much of Peña after that. He doesn’t speak to you when he meets the ambassador, barely looks at you when he announces that he’s there. You’d learned about his reputation from office gossip. The playboy DEA agent, screwing hookers for information and bedding most of the assistants in the office, you were just another to add to the pile. You notice that he doesn’t blank the other assistants, he subtly flirts with them as he passes by but when he sees you the air changes and you shiver. You couldn’t possibly have hurt him? He didn’t do relationships and he was the king of one night stands so why was he treating you like this? You’d almost called in sick this morning. You’d been feeling nauseous since you woke up and when your colleague had offered you a mug of coffee you'd almost thrown up on their shoes. A familiar voice filled the air and you looked up to see Peña and his partner Murphy approaching, catching Javi’s eye you decide that you don't need his shit and will avoid it altogether. You push yourself to your feet, grabbing your desk as a wave of dizziness hits you.

‘You okay.’ Asks Sophie as she gives you a concerned glance.

‘Yeah.’ You reply, nodding weakly ‘Just got up too quickly.’

You start walking towards the kitchen, your eye catching Peña’s again as your paths get closer and closer. Then everything goes back. Javier manages to catch you just as your eyes roll back and your legs give way, his heart hammering in his chest as he tries to rouse you.

‘She okay?’ Asks Steve as he looks down at you with concern.

Peña doesn’t answer, just strokes your cheek as your eyes start to flutter ‘Hey you with me?’

You can only nod, your brain a fuzzy mess as you try to make sense of everything. When your eyes finally find the strength to open, you’re greeted by familiar brown eyes staring down at you, brow furrowed with worry. Suddenly you get a surge of energy and you push yourself up and out of his arms.

‘Thanks.’ You grumble, placing your palm against your forehead before getting to your feet.

‘You should go see a doctor.’ He states, placing a friendly hand on your arm.

‘Yeah. I will.’ You reply plainly, leaving his presence as quickly as you can.

Javier watches you leave, his stomach twisting again as he felt that all familiar hurt creep in again. It wasn’t something he was used to, having feelings but ever since that night, he’d not been able to get you out of his head. You clearly weren't interested in him though. You got what you wanted and that was it.

Sophie drove you to a clinic that afternoon, the only person that spoke English there being a lady called Connie who was American also. After explaining your symptoms she decided to run a few tests, informing you that you’d most likely get the results later that week. You gave her your number and left, not wanting to dwell on the multitude of possible things that could be wrong with you. It was stress. Pure and simple. As the days went on you grew more and more nervous. You were still struggling with nausea but you’d thankfully not had a repeat of your fainting spell so when your phone rang you felt your heart thunder in your chest, picking up the receiver you answer with your name and listen as Connie spoke.

‘Are you able to come down here?’ She asks, her soft voice doing nothing to quell your nerves.

‘Sure, when?’

‘Would half an hour work for you?’ She asks.

‘Yes.’ You reply, grabbing your keys ‘See you then.’

You make it to the clinic 10 minutes early, your hands shaking as you sit and wait for your name to be called. Connie’s smiling face calms you a little when it comes into view and she ushers for you to follow her, motioning at the chair beside her desk as she closes the door behind her.

‘How are you feeling?’ She asks, placing a kind hand on your forearm as she sits in the chair across from yours.

‘Still been struggling the last few days but no more fainting spells thank goodness.’ You reply, your voice shaking,

‘Okay.’ She says softly, pulling a piece of paper out.

‘So what’s wrong with me?’ You ask, smiling awkwardly as you try to lighten the situation.

‘You are pregnant.’ She replies plainly, looking up at you to gauge your reaction ‘About 6 weeks along.’

‘Fuck.’ You groan, throwing your face into your hands.

‘According to the medical record that you supplied you have an IUD but it appears that you are late getting it changed.’

‘Yeah, I uh…’ You groan again, cursing yourself inwardly ‘I haven't had a chance.’

‘Well, we’ll get you booked in to get it removed and for a scan.’ She states, her tone calm and professional ‘I’m guessing that you’re not with the father.’

‘Fuck, the father.’ You exclaim, throwing your hands up to your head ‘What am I going to tell him? Oh hey, remember that time we fucked in the bathroom of that bar… well you got me pregnant.’

Connie sits there with her mouth hanging open as she listens to your tirade.

‘God, what do I do Connie? Do I keep it?’ You start to panic, a million scenarios flying through your head.

‘Have you got someone that can come get you?’ She asks.

‘I moved here 2 months ago.’ You reply, tears finally falling ‘I have literally no one.’

‘Hey.’ She grabs your hand, grounding you ‘Why don’t you come back to mine this evening? I don’t have many friends either and I know that I wouldn’t want to be alone after receiving unexpected news like this. My husband can drop you home after. I bought a tone of food to cook for us and his friend so there will be plenty for you too.’

You think about it for a moment, finding that her presence was instantly soothing, like a balm and so you find yourself nodding. You offer to drive her back, the conversation in the car flowing easily as you drive through the busy streets to her apartment building. You help her cook, finding the action helps calm you as you stir the sauce as she chops some veg.

‘So what do you think you’ll do?’ She asks, sipping on her wine as she turns to look at you.

‘Well, I need to tell the father. Whether he wants to raise this baby with me or not he deserves to be given the choice’ You reply, sipping on the decaf coffee she’d made you ‘I’ve always wanted kids but I thought perhaps I had a few more years left yet before it happened.’

‘So you want to keep it?’ She asked and you nod 'Do you think he'll want to be involved?'

‘Honestly? I don’t know.’ You reply, shrugging your shoulders ‘Like he asked me out to dinner and I said no, I assumed that he was just trying to protect my dignity or whatever but then he’s been so cold to me since. Thinking about it now, I think he might have asked because he actually wanted to go on a date with me. When I fainted he was so attentive and I practically ran away from him. Ugh.’

‘We’re back.’ Came a familiar voice, your blood went cold.

What were the chances that Connie Murphy was Steve Murphy’s wife?

‘Who’s this?’

You turn around and his head jumps back in surprise.

‘Oh, Hey.’

‘You know each other?’ Asks Connie, confusion crossing her face.

‘Yeah we work together’ He replies ‘Sort of. How do you know each other?’

‘She came to the clinic. She got some unexpected news today and I thought she'd appreciate a home-cooked meal and good company to take her mind off of it.’

‘I hope everything’s okay?’ He asks as he gives you a concerned look.

‘Yeah.’ You reply, your eyes locking with Javier as he slips out of the shadows ‘Everything’s fine.’

Javier is silent most of the night, the tension between the two of you so thick that it was almost tangible. When Connie and Steve got up to clean the plates you were left alone and you knew that this was your chance. You had to tell him.

‘I uh…- You pause, your heart in your throat ‘I need to talk to you about something.’

‘Do you?’ His tone is cutting and you wince, you deserve it.

You are interrupted by Steve offering you both a nightcap which you decline in unison. You leave together, hugging Connie goodbye and thanking her for a lovely evening before practically chasing Peña down the stairs.

‘Javier wait. Please!’

‘Can’t this wait until tomorrow? I have somewhere to be.’ He growls as he pushes his key into the lock on his door.

‘I’m pregnant.’ You blurt out, stopping him in his tracks ‘My IUD failed and well… I’m 6 weeks pregnant.’

He turns to face you but he doesn’t say anything, just listens as you continue to ramble.

‘I’m not telling you because I want anything from you. I think I’m going to keep it but I just wanted to give you the option to be a part of its life but I get that you probably want nothing to do with me.’ You pause, wiping a stray tear with the back of your hand ‘I have a scan booked in for two weeks from now. You can come if you want. It's at 3 pm on the 25th at Connie’s clinic.’

He still says nothing, just stares at you and you shift uncomfortably under his gaze.

‘Anyway… I thought you should know.’ You state before darting out the door, your tears streaming as you get in your car and drive away.

Once again you were early. You stare at the clock and watch each minute painfully tick by, a hand resting on your belly.

‘Hey.’ It’s a voice you hadn’t expected to hear.

You look up to see Javier standing across from you, his expression surprisingly soft considering the circumstances. He takes a seat beside you and you lock eyes with him, smiling when he takes your free hand in an attempt to calm your nerves.

‘You came.’ You state, so quietly it’s almost a whisper.

‘Yeah well... Despite the fact I asked you on a date which you rejected and the fact you ran away from me when I tried to care for you after you fainted you seem to have some sort of hold on me,’ He states, tilting his head to one side ‘Kids were never a part of my plan but then... neither were you.’

You go to speak but are interrupted by your name being called and you look up together to see a short, dark-haired woman motioning for you to come. You both follow her into a small room where she hands you a robe and instructs you to change in the toilet. When you return she motions for you to lay down and warns that the ultrasound gel will probably be cold, you still jump when it touches your skin. You lay there as she fires up the scanner and places the probe on your stomach and you suddenly feel unbelievable nervous. You stare up at Javier who was giving you a look you couldn’t make out. Was it nerves? Excitement? The silence is cut by a constant beat and Javier’s hand grabs hold of yours as you both look at the nurse.

‘Heartbeat is good.’ She states, pointing at a small white shape on the screen ‘Everything look good.’ She continues in her broken English 'I print some pictures for you.’

You nod then look at Javier again. He’s staring at the screen with wide, tear brimmed eyes and you feel your heart jump at the sight. You return your attention to the nurse who hands you the print-outs and excuses herself, leaving the two of you alone with the frozen image of your baby on the screen.

‘You okay?’ You ask, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

‘Yeah.’ He replies, looking at you with pure, unadulterated joy ‘More than okay.’

Then he kisses you but this time it’s different. It’s not hungry or desperate, it’s soft and caring and you melt into it, smiling as he cups your cheeks. Breaking away he kisses your forehead and looks at you with his hypnotising eyes.

‘Shall we try this again?’ He asks, smirking at you ‘Can I take you to dinner?’

‘Well, Agent Peña I think that’s the least you can do considering I’m having your baby.’ You joke, kissing him again as he chuckles.

‘Yes.’ He replies, kissing you again ‘Yes you are.'

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tsukifanbase · 4 years

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Obey Me! Brothers Visit MC During Autumn: Lucifer, Mammon, and Belphie

Authors Note: i'm thinking I might make this a series, like at the beginning of every season just something similar to this 👀 sorry I haven't written much lately! school's taking up pretty much all my time nowadays-- anywhosie, enjoy! [ also s p o i l e r s] (oh btw this is gonna take place after mc leaves devildom for the summer, before they come back to devildom) lmk if yall want pt 2 with the other characters

Warnings: fluff, bruh absolute just fluff everywhere like so much, mb a lil bit of angst but that's what all my writing is like so hehe

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Lucifer

- i feel like lucifer would’ve visited you in the human realm before

- like probably sometime over the summer, but he hadn’t seen you in a while and he was starting to miss his favorite human :(

- not like he’d ever admit to that

- i don’t think luci would really be the type to wait until you summoned him for something, if he wants to make sure you’re okay, he’s gonna come see you lmao

- anyways

- lucifer had been staring out the window for quite a while- he had been doing paperwork, but somehow even when you were in a different realm, you managed to disrupt him

- he chuckled to himself at that thought, then sighed

- you had been rather difficult to focus around, always getting yourself into trouble

- luci couldn’t catch a break when you went to RAD

- he missed you

- a lot

- lucifer glanced back at his desk, where he had been working just moments before

- his eyes landed on an unsigned piece of paper that had your name on it

- you could come back home if he got you to sign it

- in truth, lucifer hadn’t really thought about finding a way to get you back to devildom. he certainly missed you, but the idea that he could actually arrange your return just hadn’t hit him yet

- until three days prior, when the sheet with your name on it appeared on his desk

- lucifer had a sneaking suspicion who put it there

- it was diavolo let’s be real

- the real mystery was why lucifer hadn’t gone to bring you the permission slip already

- he had waited- it had been three days, and he couldn’t make up his mind if he wanted to go give it to you

- lucifer didn’t want to put you in the position of having to choose between your life in the human realm or your life in devildom

- but he missed you

- and so, luci checked his watch to make sure it wasn’t three in the morning, then grabbed the permission slip before making his way outside

- it would be okay to be selfish, just this once, right?

- lucifer arrived at your home at four in the afternoon, you weren’t there

- so he found a way to open the door, bruv you hid the key under the doormat he didn’t really have a hard time lmao

- you walked into your bedroom at nearly quarter past four and immediately flopped onto your bed

- you didn’t even notice that lucifer was watching from your desk in the corner of your room

- he walked over to you and stared at you

- bro he literally didn’t say anything, he just waited ahaha thats not creepy

- lucifer crossed his arms over his chest and you finally looked up

- your eyes locked and you quietly asked, “luci?”

- lucifer narrowed his gaze at you and answered you with an, “mhm?”

- and then you freaked out, because honestly you half thought you were hallucinating or something, you jumped up to give lucifer a hug

- don’t get me wrong here, i have the intense feeling that lucifer doesn’t like hugs, but i also have the intense feeling that you and the occasional brother are the exception to that rule

- so

- when you clasped your arms around him, luci barely hesitated in returning the gesture

- he pulled you close, like he never wanted to let go again

- you eventually pulled back to ask why he had come to visit you

- it wasn’t like he didn’t visit often, just usually he had a reason to, even if it was just because he wanted to check up on you

- oh and all that nerve luci had about being selfish for once in his lifetime, yeah that was gone XD

- so your question kinda caught him off guard, like it just seemed like he forgot because for a hot sec he was just staring at you like, ‘uh huh im sorry what was that?’

- when he didn’t answer, you took the lead

- “do you wanna go to the fall festival with me?”, you asked, a bright grin spreading across your face

- and obviously luci knew what a fall festival was, he just didn’t really see your request coming

- but i mean he nodded so lmao

- pretty soon y’all were walking down the street, stopping at random carts at the festival to look at autumn themed stuff

- luci didn’t have human money, so every time he showed a vague interest in something and you offered to buy it for him, he would start squabbling about not wanting you to spend your money and blah blah

- you’d wait until he started walking away from the cart and then buy it for him anyways ;)

- somehow along the way, lucifer suggested you guys hold hands to stay together in the crowd uh huh yeah right lmao

- it was nearing the end of the festival when you remembered there was a park down the street, so you turned to luci and asked, “mind if i show you something?”

- he agreed and you guys started walking down the street, and lemme say the park kinda blew lucifer’s mind

- he was aware that leaves on trees changed colors depending on the season, but he wasn’t expecting how beautiful they were

- yellows, and oranges, some red, here and there

- and then he turned to look at you

- right at home, where you belonged

- wearing a shirt luci was pretty sure you stole from him, sipping warm apple cider

- the most beautiful thing in that entire park was you, he was sure of it

- lucifer felt the permission slip crinkle in his pocket, and he made up his mind about showing it to you

- he wasn’t going to

- “lucifer, are you okay?”, you sounded concerned, and you brought the hand that had been holding his own to brush a piece of his hair out of his face

- lucifer smiled at you, really smiled, and then replied, “yes, my dear, i’m quite all right”

Mammon

- ok so u guys remember when about two minutes ago i said lucifer wasn’t the type to wait until you summoned him

-well let’s give mammon some credit where it’s due

- he triedd to wait until you summoned him

- bb is many things but he is not patient XD

- ok lets get into it

- mammon was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling

- he wasn’t really thinking about anything?? but he had been sitting there for like an hour lmao

- asmo and satan were standing in the doorway like, ‘is he okay? does he need a doctor?’

- since usually when people think of mammon they do not think, ah yes his normal activity of... doing nothing?

- then out of nowhere, mammon sat up and his brothers quickly fled the scene to avoid being caught lmao

- mammon got a big grin on his face, and he strut out of his room to go bother you

- he had gotten into the habit of going to find you whenever he was bored or lonely

- he arrived at your bedroom, and just before his fist hit the door to knock, he realized that you weren’t in there

- that you weren’t even in devildom

- mammon barely hesitated before spinning on his heel and heading to lucifer’s office

- he wasn’t even really conscious of what he was doing, but mammon knew why he was about to go ask to visit you

- he needed you, more than he ever truly realized

- when you arrived at your apartment that afternoon, you were greeted by your landlord in the lobby, he informed you that there was a strange man sitting outside of your apartment, who was insisting that he needed to see you

- you practically dropped the grocery bag you were holding, nodded to your landlord, thanked him, and then began sprinting towards your apartment

- mammon was sitting in front of your door, staring down at his hands, he didn’t even notice that you had walked up to him

- you immediately noticed something was off with him, so you dropped to your knees to bring him into a hug, “what’s wrong?”

- he smiled to himself as he wrapped his arms around you, “nuthin'”, now that you were with him

- after you both relished in being reunited, you hopped up and grinned at him, “you’ve got perfect timing!”

- you went to unlock your apartment door, and pointed at the grocery bag that you had abandoned on the floor- it was full of apples

- mammon stood and picked up the bag for you, “apples?”, he questioned, he wasn’t really familiar with human cuisine but it seemed a little bit strange to just buy a massive bag of apples

- “i’m gonna make desert!”, you opened the door and walked into your apartment, then closed the door behind mammon, “and you’re gonna help me”

- the smile you gave him made his heart melt

- he had missed you so much

- “pfffff, why would i do that?”, mammon’s cheeks were flushed red, he crossed his arms and looked away from you, trying to hide his embarrassment

- you were grabbing something out of your cabinet, it looked like sugar, “because”, you smiled at him

- “what kind of reason is that-”

- he helped you make the apple pie lmao

- mammon lifted a bite of the pie up to his face to look at it, “what even is this?”

- he wasn’t asking in a mean way, he just genuinely didn’t know what he was looking at lol

- “just try it! i promise you’ll like it!”, you told him from the kitchen, you were putting away ingredients

- mammon huffed, and you gave him an offer he couldn’t refuse

- “if you try it, i’ll give you a present”, he immediately tried the dessert

- greedy boi

- mammon thought it was delicious, but he wasn’t about to tell you that, “i guess it’s alright, now you’re gonna gimme something?”

- you nodded and walked over to where he was sitting, “hey, what’re ya doin’?”, you gave him a peck on the cheek

- mammon fell silent for a second, and then his face burst into flames as he watched you grin and return to putting things away

- and honestly that was the best gift you could’ve given him

Belphie

- ok so im sorry but belphie is definitely the type of demon to wait for you to summon him

- i don’t make the rules XD

- he is tired boy, and while he may love and care about you a lot, going to the human realm takes a lotttttttt of energy lmao

- like he has to walk allllllll the way to lucifer’s office and ugh just like no too much work

- so anyways lmao

- you hadn’t really planned on summoning bel at all

- you were lying in bed, a lazy morning like so many you had shared together

- this one was more beautiful than any you had ever experienced before

- the leaves were changing colors just outside your window, the sunlight of a late morning breaching your bedroom through the leaves, and hitting your face

- the weather had gotten colder recently, so you had added more blankets to your bed to accommodate

- or maybe you were trying to make up for the loss of your cuddle buddy

- either way, you were wrapped securely in blankets

- and everything seemed perfect

- except you were missing the best part of sleeping in, of staying in bed until the early afternoon

- you were missing your best friend

- so you decided to change that

- you barely had to think about how to summon him, one second, he wasn’t there, and the next, belphie was lying on top of you

- he was sleeping, as usual

- bel clutched you tight in his sleep, mumbling something about missing you under his breath

- he was dreaming about you

- because as little energy he had to go visit, that didn’t mean that belphie didn’t miss you

- in fact, nearly every day since you left devildom, bel had complained to beel about how cold his bed was

- bel had trouble sleeping for a while after you left, unbelievable, but true

- he had grown so accustomed to falling asleep every night to the sound of your breath, your scent, your warmth

- belphie opened his eyes mid afternoon, he realized why he had been sleeping so soundly when he glanced down to see who he was hugging

- your eyes were closed and he assumed you were asleep

- bel sighed blissfully and hugged you tighter, pressing a kiss to your head

- “i missed you”, he mumbled into your hair

- “i missed you too, bel”

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cattles-bians · 3 years

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Damie Vibecca exes AU part 4

post directory

[em note: this one is LONG i had to split it!!!]

obsetress: deflecting to viola protecting becs

obsetress: once they are dating

obsetress: and thinkin thoughts

em: viola asks rebecca if she wants to put a hit out on peter and rebestiecca is like????

em: that’s hot but

em: u can do that? also maybe don’t. but mostly that’s hot

obsetress: i was literally gonna say peter is still her ex and he's a persistent fucker even though it's been a year at least and viola's response is... not far off from canon!

obsetress: becca just stares at her for a minute and then she's cupping viola's cheek and murmuring "come here" and pulling her down

obsetress: they're like kissing or whatever and rebecca's murmuring "that was hot, you know" between kisses and viola's like "oh?" and becca's like "don't be cheeky, you know it was" and vi just grins against her mouth

em: I’m Really Invested In This Crack Ship

obsetress: ok but rebecca tells jamie and dani about vi offering to put a hit on peter and they're both understandably and reasonably aghast and rebecca's just like (takes a sip of wine, ducks head, smiles to self) i think it's sweet

obsetress: dani and jamie look at each other out of the corners of their eyes

obsetress: (later, dani agrees how absolutely out of line it is but also admits that it sure does feel nice to be so taken care of sometimes)

obsetress: (jamie throws a pillow at her)

obsetress: also thinking about secret soft vibecca are sometimes and how horrified dani and jamie are the first time they see it with their own eyes

em: jamie and dani excessive PDA queens get a taste of their own medicine

em: it’s so funny that i’m like. always on the verge of viola horny posting but as soon as it’s vibecca i’m like look at these babies. these beautiful babies

obsetress: viola and rebecca kissing one (1) time at brunch and jamie, arm slung around dani’s shoulders, is like “oi, no one wants to see that” and dani, leaning into jamie, one hand in her lap, crinkles her nose and rebecca’s like “y— you’re kidding, right?”

obsetress: also like. we talk a lot about what vi does for rebecca but also like

obsetress: vi massive abandonment issues and rebecca just

obsetress: she just stays

em: ur gonna Kill me here lies em

obsetress: i know i didn’t mean to and then i just

obsetress: i can’t think too hard abt them or i will Melt Down but just like

em: look if rebecca can see the best in someone as awful as peter

em: viola isnt nearly as terrible

obsetress: esp vi post dani like

obsetress: she’s obnoxious and haughty and neoliberal but

obsetress: radical love goes a long way!

obsetress: rebecca grounding her thru touch and rebecca slipping her hands around vi’s and easing them loose when vi’s hands start to clench and rebecca just pressing a kiss to viola’s temple and murmuring “i’m here, yeah? with you. not going anywhere”

em: like i just think after eddie dani wouldnt like, just go w the flw any more. like i think abt her challenging viola occasionally

em: lovingly! gently

but like, holding her accountable

em: also violas absolutely little spoon

em: like i know blah blah viola top rebecca top leaning switch but viola little spoon

obsetress: “actually viola” (vi always knows she’s in trouble when dani calls her viola) “that was really hurtful” “i’m sorry you feel that way, dani, but—“ “i don’t need you to be sorry for how i feel. i need you to show me you’re sorry for what you did”

em: dani calls vi the Full Name and viola knows shes in trouble bc thats at least 4 extra vowels w danis midwest accent

em: it is always v surprising how much like, working w kids equips you to work w adults. b/c at least w kids you dont have layers and layers of social nuance to work through. u can just say 'hey. that was hurtful and your apology sucks'

obsetress: meanwhile dani’s over here trying to explain to vi intent vs impact and how no, it’s not semantics or nuance, it’s actually kind of a chasm

em: i kind of love like um. look viola is terrible but she wasnt born terrible

obsetress: she just has a lot to unlearn

em: and id belive that even if i wasnt a ghostfucker thats just rogers theory of self actualisation babyeee

obsetress: dani viola big fight n dani's like

obsetress: "i'm sorry and i love you but it's not my job to fix you, vi" and she just breaks down and she's like "it's not"

obsetress: jesus why did my brain take THAT turn

em: wrow

em: its ok i was gonna be like 'so they obvs break up at some point....'

obsetress: anyway viola just stares at her for a second and then she's like "you put the 'i'm sorry' before the 'i love you'"

obsetress: and dani just stares at her for a long time and she's like "yeah. i guess i did"

em: HANNAH

em: BESTIE

obsetress: i KNOW what the FUCK

obsetress: anyway dani's like "i guess i did" and vi's like "is that it then?" and dani just looks at her with her puffy eyes and is like "i think so"

obsetress: dani clayton queen of saying "i love you" over and over in the midst of breaking up w someone

em: well! she has a lot of love to give but, she also has to love herself sometimes!

em: i was thinking abt scenarios n i just remembered that. whole video rental shop thing so i think that slots in nicely

[em edit: u can read here]

obsetress: god i love that lil scene

em: dani sends viola a tentative little meme peace offering and they get back to talking and its nice but maybe a bit awkward and viola mentions like, going to therapy and seeing someone for help n its

obsetress: vi's stewing on "i can't fix you" for weeks and then she's begrudgingly. BEGRUDGINGLY calling a therapist

em: like its still awkward and dani is still nursing some wounds but she can ALSO be happy for someone she used to care about

em: still cares about!

obsetress: she's always gonna love her in some way or another

obsetress: but yeah also like. smth to viola being too stubborn to do anything she doesn't wanna do except suddenly when dani clayton gets involved and that feels p canon in its own way too

em: 'i cant fix u' weird bc every time i see viola im like 'i can fix her'

obsetress: it's like ur in my head bestie

em: how do u think viola and rebestiecca met

em: not that u think abt it or anything

obsetress: MAN i was just thnking

obsetress: in this universe how did dani and jamie meet but i guess it can still just be bly tbh

obsetress: as for vi and bestiecca hmmm

em: am so caught up in the joy of fucked up interpersnal dynamics i forgot a meet cute

obsetress: honestly part of me wants to be like

obsetress: on some dating app but a dating app for posh people yk

obsetress: but then i'm like

obsetress: that takes all the meet cute fun out of it

obsetress: oh GOD

obsetress: i got it

obsetress: ready

obsetress: so like viola landlord we know this

obsetress: and then i was watching whatever ep three the other day and bex mentions wanting to do public law right

em: oooooh

obsetress: bex public housing attorney

em: OOH

obsetress: they meet at some conference

obsetress: hit it off prob fuck lbr

obsetress: and then

obsetress: comedy of errors

obsetress: whoever stays the night, they sleep together again in the morning, breakfast in bed, bex is like "so what do you do, anyway"

em: hjgbjshmdnfbmngbmhnbgs,hndg m,shndgds

em: YES

obsetress: and then they just

em: WHEEZES

obsetress: also i like to think rebecca invites vi back to her hotel room and vi is so charmed by her taking charge ("""taking charge""") that she lets her

obsetress: and then like

obsetress: god for a while what if they just like

obsetress: they're so mortified and morally and fundamentally at odds but like

obsetress: the sex is so good???????

obsetress: that they keep just meeting up and then

em: romeo and juliet situation

obsetress: yk how it goes

obsetress: the sex is good and they see each other as like

em: thats so fucking good thank u hannah

obsetress: super rare intellectual equals whatever

obsetress: thank u i am exceedingly proud rn

obsetress: honestly at this point i'm

obsetress: rebecca and vi uhaul change my mind

obsetress: like not too quick because isabel but, quick enough to be considered

em: so the joke is like. obviously 'extremely pda damie' but when rebecca and vi are alone they Also cannot get their hands off each other

obsetress: they both just. worry about appearances too much meanwhile

obsetress: tweedle dee and tweedle dum in the overalls and mom jeans dgaf

em: accidentally seeing ur friends compromised is just part of the package of being friends w damie. however jamie accidentally catches vibecca in the act and shes Horrified

em: hypocrits

em: danis like yeah what do u. think theyre doing

em: dani is nonchallant bc shes dated viola of all people

obsetress: i mean could you imagine

obsetress: between vi and dani's just

obsetress: insatiable libido

em: HADNT IMAGINED UNTIL NOW BUT YEAH

obsetress: dani, very seriously: jamie, when two women love each other––

em: dani likes dating jamie bc it means she can top occasionally :) maybe even more than occasionally

em: jamies like ooh my god i knw i know how are u so casual about... rebecca... and ... viola... (dani just pulls her in fr a smooch)

obsetress: they have each other's clothes half off and dani's like "i'm so casual because i dated her too, babe" and jamie's like "can we not have this conversation right n"

obsetress: also i still have this on my clipboard from earlier we bopped around so fast but

obsetress: vi and bex hooking up early on:

obsetress: rebecca knocks on vi's door at, like, 6:00 pm after work, vi opens it, rebecca just grabs her and kisses her, vi pulls her in, becca kicks it closed behind her, vi shoves her against the door and they're kissing against it, then vi's ducking her head to kiss along rebecca's neck and rebecca's like "how many people did you evict today" as she angles her head and then viola's finding her lips again and tugging at her lower lip with her teeth "probably not as many landlords as you shortchanged today" and rebecca's laughing and pushing her backwards down the hall as viola tugs at her blouse

em: GOD. viola is probably like

em: ok, disclaimer: fuck all landlords

em: but at least in this fantasy world perhaps viola is 'fairly' 'reasonable' n shes absolutely playing it up for the hate sex angle n rebecca Maybe Assumes shes lying but

em: stupid morons in love

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: i think i've mentioned this before but like

obsetress: now that it's more fleshed out

obsetress: then they're at drinks one night (and when did it go from just sex to drinks? neither of them could tell you) and viola's kinda quiet n moody (n rebecca already knows she Gets Like This sometimes and that she'll usually say whatever she's thinking eventually) and finally she's like

obsetress: "i have... a daughter" and rebecca's just like "tell me about her" like it's the easiest thing in the world

obsetress: and viola's head snaps over and she stares because she was.... not expecting that

obsetress: and so viola does

obsetress: and rebecca's just like "i'd love to meet her one day"

em: soft.....

obsetress: they always turn back to soft

obsetress: like they have a fuckin mind of their own

em: rapidly oscillate between horny and soft

obsetress: that's the mood

em: violas probably like. yknow, rebecca's young and up and cming n she probably assumes rebesticca isnt interested as something as full on as a kid but shes like 'do you have any photos'

obsetress: fuck!!!!!!!!!

em: rebeccas like do u think i didnt. see the photos at ur apartment lmao

em: theres a childs drawing on the fridge

obsetress: rebecca has known almost from the jump but was

obsetress: giving viola her time

obsetress: also smth smth giving her time instead of time wearing her away etc etc we're all in hell

em: cracks knuckles

em: bestie....

obsetress: pls

obsetress: it's what i deserve

obsetress: first tho

obsetress: consider

obsetress: the way viola's face lights up when she's talking about isabel and showing rebecca all the pictures

obsetress: hold pls

em: soft......

obsetress: this one chief

obsetress: right here

#the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au #i have some old ones i wanna get through so bad just for the joy of #jamie: actually viola i DONT think cocaine is vega #vegan i meant vegan #but tumblr user obsetress mentioned the break up so! so. a recent convo

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olivyh · 3 years

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Into Wonderland Chapter 3: Octavinelle Part One-

Does anyone know how to do a dropdown thing? I feel bad about these posts filling up a chunk of the tag ;;;; Also sorry for the spam! I’m trying to publish what I already have done so I can finish it quickly!

They choke on sand that fills their mouth, sputtering and coughing as they gag. Seagulls screech ahead, diving into the water that crashes just a few feet short of their feet. Mc groans, rubbing their head as they look around. They seem to be at the bottom of a rocky cliff, at a beach.

About as far from the Savanah they'd been since they got there. They stand and look around frantically. Dread filling their gut as tears prick at their eyes.

"Nonono-" They mutter, pulling at the tunic they were gifted by Leona just hours ago. "Leona!" They yell, choking on their tears. This can't be happening again- They think hopelessly. "Jack!" They scream, running along the shoreline, hoping to find a way to get on top of the cliff, hopefully they'd see all the beastmen standing there and scolding them for doing something stupid again and- I'm never going to see them again. It's just like what happened in Wonderland. "Ruggie!" They choke out with a harsh sob.

"Ten years!" They yell to nobody in particular, hoping that whatever deity that keeps doing this to them will hear and start counting their days. "Ten fucking years! I was only in Wonderland for a day and a half! But ten years?!" They groan, doubling over and letting all their emotions out via screaming at seagulls, the ocean, and an unfortunate crab that might crawl by.

"Hey-" They gasp hearing a teenage boy's voice behind them. They jolt, Savanah instincts kicking in and making them accidentally bitch slap the blue haired boy.

"Oh my gosh I'm so so sorry-" They run over to the boy, who nurses his red cheek with his hand, wincing. "I'm just lost and something happened and I woke up here- Deuce?"

Laughing sounds from the top of the shore bank, and the two of them look up to see a redhead boy laughing to the point of tears and pointing at the blue haired boy. "Ace?"

That makes both of them stop in their tracks. "How do you know my name?" Right, world switching logic.

"Uhh- I knew someone back where I'm from with the same name and you look alike-" They decided to leave out the part where they both had rabbit ears.

"Right..." Deuce interjects. "Anyways. I'm Prince Deuce Spade and this is my advisor, Ace Trappola-"

"Oh my god I just slapped a prince-" They gasped, hands flying to their mouth. Ace laughs.

"Eh kinda helped me out there. You have no idea how many times I want to hit this guy but I can't-" Barking interrupts him from going on any longer. They turn their attention to a white wolf standing on the bank. Is that-

"Oh! And that's Jack!" Deuce introduces them. "Normally we're not allowed to have pets at the castle but I found him when he was a pup and took him in-"

"Thats because you don't have to clean up after him-" Ace mutters.

"Jack..." They smile, glad to at least see a form of their companion of the Savanah. Thinking of the beastmen feels like a knife to their chest and they gasp, tears trickling down their face.

"Hey! Hey!" Deuce is at their side in an instant as they apologize and wipe at their eyes with the backs of their hands. "What's the matter? Did- Did we say something?"

They shake their head. "It's not- it's not that. I just- I'm from really far away and I- I might never see my friends again, at least not for a long while," Jack walks up to them and nudges against their leg, allowing them to pet behind his fluffy ears. They laugh weakly, more tears streaming down their face at the familiarity.

"Jack reminds me a lot of one of my friends so I guess that got me-"

Ace and Deuce stare in shock, Deuce being knocked out of his trance before the former. "I-I'm so sorry-" He stammers before pausing for a moment.

"Hey, why don't you come with us on a trip?"

"What?!" Ace shouts.

"They're clearly upset about being away from their friends!" He defends the stranger. "Besides, we're going to see the neighboring islands and they might know something about where they're from-"

"But it's a stranger! They could try to kill you!" Ace groans.

"Jack trusts them-" He points to the dog, who still happily accepts Mc's head pats, bushy tail wagging behind him.

"He's a dog!" Ace groans as Deuce leads them across the beach. They walk for what feels like forever with the two bickering next to them, until they hit a dock with a giant ship floating at the end.

"This thing is huge..." They gasp in awe, almost tripping over their own two feet as they ascend on to the ship.

"Of course. It's a royal vessel-" Jack runs ahead of them. They talk for a bit, finally setting sail and going on their long awaited journey.

What happens if I do find them? Mc asks themselves, doubting their own hope. I hope they're okay, I mean- Leona almost died! They go on with their worried about their friends, replaying those last moments over and over in their head until it spins.

Until they hear a wet smack and a pained groan from the side of the ship.

"Ow!" A boys voice yelps from the side. Mc rushes over, leaning over the railing and making eye contact with the redheaded boy who clings to the side of the ship, his sea green tail flopping uselessly against the harsh winds of the ocean.

"You're-" They gape.

He lets out another yelp, slowly turning. His worried sky blue eyes crinkle as he offers a nervous smile. "I'm- I'm sorry! I shouldn't be here y'know maybe I shouldn't be talking at all I should be gone by now-" He rambles until Mc cuts him off, sitting with their back to him.

"Don't worry I won't rat you out-" They try to joke. "I'm just curious."

"Oh! I'm curious too!" As the boy says that his eyes trail over to the navy haired boy, who laughs and dances with the other teens on board. Jack sits across the deck, ever watchful eyes keeping track of anyone who might look suspicious.

"Of... Deuce?"

"Is that his name?" The boy sighs. Mc nods, looking between the two. "Name... Oh! I'm Rielle!" The boy extends a cold hand towards Mc, who hesitantly shakes it, careful of the soft webbing between each finger.

"Mc." They nod, looking at the boy.

"Hey uh.. quick question-" Mc starts. The boy turns his attention to them once more, tiktong his head. "Are there... eel... uhh..."

"Eel mers?" Rielle finishes.

They nod vigorously. "Yes!"

"Well... there's mers of every kind I guess. It's hard to find a strictly eel mer... or a mer of just one species for one!"

"What do you mean?"

"Most mer, like myself, are mixed so much that our tails rarely match up with one species of fish. Though, if you live in an area with a lot of sharkmer you'll probably find a pureblooded sharkmer, a place with a lot of cecaelia you'll find a lot of octomer-" The boy pauses, beaming. "I'm glad I remembered all that from those boring lessons-"

"Oh-" Mc starts, unsure of what to do with all the information they just received.

"Why do you ask?"

"J-just curious-" If they could avoid it, they'd like to stay out of the way of the twins they'd met back in Wonderland.

"Oh okay!" The boy chirps, going back to watching the humans dance on the wooden deck. "Can I ask you a question?" He whispers, voice soft.

"Yeah?"

"What's it like to dance? Or to walk or to-" The boy stammers a bit before sighing.

"Well it's-" They're cut off by a sharp jolt of the ship. On instinct they reach down and hold on to Rielle's forearm, the little bit of slime and small scales making it hard to grasp.

"I'll be fine!" He yells up after the ship screams and threatens to crack. Thunder booms overhead as it rocks and Mc slams against the railing, falling with the mer into the icy water. They let out a scream at the shock of the cold, choking on the water. Rielle grabs their arm and pulls them to a piece of driftwood. They can see the ship on fire out of the corner of their eyes, hazy with smoke and probably the concussion they had from hitting the water at that height. They can hear Deuce yelling, followed by Jack's pained yelps from the burning ship.

The last thing they see before they black out is Deuce throwing Jack off the ship into a lifeboat before plummeting to the sea, to where Rielle's fiery red hair waited just under the surface.

They wake up to a claw poking their cheek. "Hey-!" The claw pokes harder. "Ne- Jade- I think they croaked-"

"Nonsense. They're alive. Look, their tail is moving."

"Hey!" They get a firm smack to the forehead. They gasp and jolt awake, their forehead smacking the one hovering over theirs. The boy yelps and swims back. "Hey! What did ya do that for?!"

"I'm sorr-" They rub their own forehead and look over to see the same pairs of mismatched eyes that haunted their dreams of Wonderland. Really, universe?

"Oh, I'm glad to see your awake-" The softer twin steps forward. "How are you feeling?"

"Good I think-" The go to swing their legs over the ledge of the rock they were laying on, only to find it difficult to separate them. A tail swishes to the side where their legs should be and look down in horror to see that it had replaced them.

"What?!" They shriek, patting at the tail with their hands. Their hands also look discolored, now set with claws and thin webs between their fingers. They gasp and feel water rush in from the sides of their neck.

The twins watch in amusement, with Floyd laughing hysterically and Jade grinning behind his hand. "I hope you don't mind but we took the liberty of testing out a new potion on you. It's rare to get a human specimen around here. I do hope you understand-"

"I- a- po- Specimen!?" They yelp, hitting their head against the roof of the cave as they try to swim with their new tail. They try to stand upright but end up smacking both twins, making them both laugh again.

The human- well, used to be human- hides their face in the hands, humiliation kicking in. "Please stop-"

"Nope~!" Floyd laughs, circling Mc until his tail was tightly wrapped around theirs. His arms wrap around their throat, covering their gills. They try to shimmy out of his grip but end up making him squeeze them tighter instead.

"Can't-" They choke out. "Breathe-"

"Floyd." Jade warns. The other boy pouts but lets them go, not before giving them another rib crushing hug.

"I can't help it! They're so squishy in their new form! They look like a little minnow ready for me to sink my teeth into-" He lets out a high pitched giggle and chills run down their spine.

"We won't eat you, right, Floyd?" The calmer twin swims towards Mc, who still struggles to swim upright to look him in the eyes.

The other twin lets out a long, pained groan and rolls his eyes dramatically. "Riiiight-" He grunts as he flops into a bed of seaweed. "'Zul's orders-"

"Zul?" Mc asks.

"Azul Ashengrotto. The man who made your potion and now, your new boss."

"Boss?!" They yelp. "I never agreed to anything of that sort!"

"Hm? I thought it was fair." Jade hums, grabbing their arms and making them stand upright, moving their tail manually until they can swim straight.

"I mean, ya get to live after that shipwreck, and you get a free potion too-" Floyd begins.

"So it's only fair that you work with us." Jade finishes his twins sentence. Mc sputters and follows them as they leave the cave, swimming haphazardly through the open waters and ducking between large rocks and fish. Floyd practically crushes Mc with how tightly he holds them so they won't run off or swim into something else.

"B-but Rielle was going to save me! He told me to-"

"Rielle?" Floyd interrupts them, making them grumble and wriggle a bit in the eels hold. "Hey, Jade, why does that sound familiar?"

The other twin merely chuckles. "Thats the boy Azul was helping earlier-"

"Helping?" Mc asks. "What happened? Is he okay?"

"Oh he's just great~!" Floyd giggles. "Came into 'Zul's office all lovey dovey and traded his tail and voice for legs!"

"Oh..." Mc sighs. "He did ask me before what it was like to dance-"

"Before?" Jade asks. "This is interesting."

"Mhm!" Floyd laughs as they approach the shoreline. The surface of the water is clearly visible now, and they can see something floating above them. They can see other fish twirling around the boat as if dancing, and soft humming coming from the boat above.

"Floyd." Jade instructs.

#twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #prince rielle #deuce spade #ace trappola

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valkyriesryde · 4 years

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Release the Hounds {6/?}

Chapter Six: Am I Supposed to Fight?

Pairing: Persephone!Steve Rogers x Hades!Reader

Chapter Summary: Both sides are preparing but the question of whether they will actually have to fight is still standing. And everyone has an opinion.

Word Count: ...2,000ish lol

A/N: Sooooo I’m a slack human being but I’m not giving up on this story! Just have a bit of a busy life at the moment hahah here you go fambam please forgive me. I’m going to try and smash out several chapters in the next week before I go on holiday/school starts back up.

Series Masterlist ~ Masterlist

As Hades stepped into the home of her brother she slipped off her coat and threw it over the back of the couch in the first living room.

“Where art thou my dear brother?” She called through the house and a sweet whistle sounded down the stairs and around her. She dressed and presented herself much more casual than when she met with Thor. She no longer adorned her business attire, dressed in black jeans and a loose t-shirt. Her boots hitting the marble as she climbed the stairs.

Loki’s house is extravagant. The outside something like a greek temple with its decorated ionic columns and statues. The inside much the same in its sense of power. But Loki likes to be comfortable. His home has a, well, homely feel to it. Art adorns every wall, in every corner but the blanket is thrown lazily over the couch, there’s a pile of books on the coffee table and as she walks down the hallway she can smell the sea salt as if they were right next to the ocean. She can hear the horses in his backyard through the open windows. Hades always enjoyed coming to Loki’s home because thats what it was. A home. It wasn’t a place of work, apart from his office, his children come and go as they please, there’s always dishes to be washed and laundry to be folded. She felt welcomed here.

“Since when do you work this late?” She leaned on the doorframe of his office as Loki looked up from his piles of paper, his long black hair disheveled from running his fingers through it.

“I’m a very hard worker excuse you,” he smiled and offered her the seat in front of his desk, reaching into a draw next to him and bringing out two glasses and a bottle of nectar in a beautifully adorned glass bottle. Hades’ eyes lingered on the bottle as she ached for him to just hand the thing to her so she could pour it down her throat. Lord she needed a drink after this week.

“And I’m beloved by all,” her voice was sarcastic and she drooled as he handed her the glass and raised his eyebrows.

“By me especially,” he winked. Loki, forever the cheeky bastard.

“My biggest supporter,” she smiled and they clinked their glasses.

Loki looked back down at his work, his forehead crinkled and his lip pulled between his teeth, she had an inkling to rip out the paper from under him but knew better to disturb him while he thought. It could be important afterall.

So instead her eyes wandered, they moved to the ceiling tall bookcase to his right, spotting some of her favourites amongst his collection. She stood and walked towards the giant fish tank he had to his left and peered in, watching the exotic fish minding their business.

“Why can’t people be more like you,” she muttered under her breath and the red and blue fish with a tail that looked like it belonged to a feather dancer stared blankly back at her.

“They don’t like being stared at,” Loki chimed from his desk, his attention still on his papers. She sighed and fell back into the seat.

“Perhaps if you joined me for dinner and a drink or two I wouldn’t. Why are you working, work is off limits on our nights.” She was getting agitated, her entire week had been filled with work, forgetting about the normal stuff, the addition of the council and that damn god of spring was starting to give her a headache. “I’m sick of work! I just want a night off, please Loki.”

“Well I’m sick of you being treated poorly by assholes who think they’re better.” His voice was stern and she leaned back for a second in shock at it. Loki was not often passionate about things. Unless someone had spoken poorly against him or, in Odysseus’ case injured his son and was just a “lying good for nothing asshole!” Loki fought when it was his reputation on the line, but this, this was different, the last time Hades had seen Loki fight for someone other than himself was when he went by Poseidon and they fought side by side with Thor, then Zeus, against their father. Hades prayed a war would not come of this strife that was forming between the Olympians.

“Thor told me what you’re doing, why didn’t you come to me about this? I would have told y-“

“You would have told me to stop, that it’s for nothing but I’m sorry to say Hades, you’re wrong.”

Steve had his nose buried in his notebook while his mother went on about her campaign to “keep that wicked witch of the Underworld from getting her death grip on the council.” He sketched out the cornucopia from the gates, the flowers that had adorned it. The pages were covered in those sketches, one of her crown, how it was burned into his memory but he didn’t dare draw her face. Currently his pencil shaded a hand, with a vine twisted around it, the thorns piercing its skin and Steve couldn’t help but feel the prickle of the thorns in his own hand.

“Steve!” He jumped at the sound of his mother’s voice. The book slammed shut and he slid into his pocket as she dropped a clipboard into his hands. “Go around the council’s homes, get their signature. Thor needs proof that we will not stand for her to sit with us. We must band together in a time like this. I have no doubt the olympians will agree.” He dropped the clipboard onto the table and shook his head. She paid no attention to him, instead continuing her work as she wrote notes for the debate. “Sing your name too, we can’t forget about ourselves.”

He picked up the clipboard and walked out the door making his way out of the house towards Bucky’s home first.

Bucky’s house always confused Steve, the interior and furniture changed every couple millennia but the outside, the general idea of it was always the same and it was never extravagant. Most homes in Olympus didn’t change much, they just added things to keep up with the times. Bucky’s home was basically a shack. A cabin in the woods. A beach house with the lake view to match. Made of dark wood with a porch that stretched around the entire front of the house. Bucky’s home was one that matched its owner in its entirety. Bucky was a relaxed man, he took things as they came and he was never very serious. It was one of the reasons Steve enjoyed his company so much because when his mother was up his ass or his work was being exceptionally hard Bucky was there with a pat on the back and a drink in his hand inviting him to watch the sunset over the water.

They were best friends, could always count on one another no matter what, Steve knew that Bucky had his back always, and so he knew now that no matter how much Bucky disapproved of the situation he would still back Steve.

“You’re mother is going to kill you.” Bucky sat leaning on his knees on the couch, his beer long forgotten about on the coffee table as he held the clipboard in one hand shaking his head at Steve.

“Pretty sure she always kind of wants to kill me.”

“Never. You’re her special little boy, her one perfect creation,” Bucky cocked a smile at his friend who rolled his eyes back.

“Shut up,” Steve leaned back and sipped at his own beer, watching it spin in his hands. It was a solid plan, if he went to the right people it would work, he could go behind his mother and her campaign and plead Hades’ case. Maybe even talk to Loki, though he wasn’t sure if Loki would believe him. He wasn’t overly sure if anyone would believe him.

“You already know I’m on your side Steve. I know Hades, I remember the last time she sat on the council. She’s smart, she has the knowledge and the authority, she deserves to be there, but the younger gods, the once who have forgotten what she did, the ones that have never worked with her. They don’t know. They eat out of Demeter’s hands with all her bullshit about satan and how we ‘don’t need the dead in the business of the living’,” Bucky mocked Demeter, he was never afraid to do that in front of Steve, at first he felt slightly weird about it, like his mother would know if he ever spoke a bad word about her but he soon realised the Bucky was safe, he could be himself and say what he wanted without consequences, well, with little consequences.

Steve thought about what Bucky had said, he knew that Bucky would be on his side, Bucky had never not shown support for Hades herself, just, ya know, the stupid shit Steve did in Hades…

But something stayed with Steve. ‘the ones that have never worked with her’, had Bucky worked with Hades? When would Bucky have to work with her? Bucky worked with the sun, he worked with prophecies and medicine, none of which concerned the dead.

“Start with Becca, she and I are one of the same, Pallas-Nat, she’ll be on your side too, I know she’s already talked to Loki about it. That’s who you should go to after, to him, if he knows, if he has confirmation from Nat, I know they hate each other because of Athens and Odysseus but he trusts her word, he trusts that she’ll choose the winning side.” Bucky went on and on about who Steve should see, who he knew that would be on his side.

He listened intently, took note and made a plan of what he should say to each. To Becca, goddess of the hunt, the best way was to talk to her about Bucky, they always fought side by side. To Natasha, goddess of wisdom, it was going to be harder. But if Bucky was right then she already agreed with Steve, they just needed to join forces.

Hades,

I don’t know when you’ll get this, I plan on giving it to Peter to pass on, I know I can trust him to get this to you safely. There’s five days before the council debates and I thought you would appreciate an update as to what is happening in Olympus.

I imagine you have your own ways, maybe spies, Loki has probably discussed matters with you also. He said he had told you he would fight whether you liked it or not, how you told him that he was stubborn. You said I was stubborn as well, I guess I am, but I can’t help fighting for what I believe in. I believe in you. I believe that you should have a say and so do many of the others, Loki, Becca, Natasha, and Jane all agree with me. I think we actually have a shot but Loki thinks it will take your appearance to convince Thor and the lesser gods and nymphs that will be present.

I hope to see you there, please.

Yours,

Steve

Hades and Sam sat side by side on the balcony that overlooked the gates. They watched as night engulfed them and there was an eery silence between the two. A fresh argument still sitting between them, two sides of the same fight.

Hades’ mind was fighting with itself, her guard was being torn down brick by brick as Loki and Steve tried to convince her to stand before the twelve Olympians. But Sam wasn’t a fan of the idea.

“What if it’s a trap,” he argued, “we don’t know what Demeter has up her sleeve,” he said, “we don’t need them!” He raised his voice and she let him get it all out.

“Are you finished yet?” She brushed her hand over her dress and looked at him as Sam nodded. “You’re right.”

Sam was shocked at what she said, he expected her to rationalise her reasons, he expected her to tell him to mind his own business, to tell him that she would stand up for the Underworld. But she didn’t.

“I’m what now?”

“You’re right Sam. Everything about this is stupid. The living and the dead shouldn’t be mixed, bad things happen, bad things like husbands wanting to resurrect their wives, like people thinking they can make deals in order to mess with what is natural. They don’t respect us or what we do here, you’re right, it could be a trap. Demeter will make it a living hell for myself and the rest of you here if she can. You’re right, we don’t need them, we run things differently here, our systems aren’t the same.”

“Then what…” Sam looked at Hades in awe, there was fire in her eyes and he knew that look, she was sick of being undermined, she was angry, she was determined and if he knew her as well as he thought he did he knew what that look meant. She had a plan. “Then why are you considering it?”

“Because they need us.”

Chapter Seven: Here Comes Trouble

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darling-dontforgetme · 5 years

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Tender

- Cordelia Goode x Reader x Sally McKenna

- Sometimes we suffer, and sometimes it’s nice to have people to pull us out of that suffering.

-This didn’t quite go where I wanted, but trigger warning for mentions of abuse and self harm.

- Okay, but like, can you imagine what a power couple Cordelia and Sally would be? They are both so loving and just want to take care of others, and just ahh, I have thoughts. Lots of them. I would probably marry anyone who decides to write smut for them.

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A fierce kick to your heart left bruises blossoming like flowers upon your chest. How ironic, that you had once loved him so fiercely with that same organ he was now trying to beat out of you. A large hand grips your hair and yanks you upward, bringing your face up in time for a fist to make contact with the sharp edge of your cheekbone before a harsh slap sends you reeling back toward the floor. As you gasp and scream and fight your way back to safety, you think about your mother, your childhood, about how you got here. How you tried to find solace in strangers because you couldn’t find it in your own home. The lack of love and violent hands and bruises and fractured bones all led to an even more broken romantic relationship. Your mother taught you that love was pain- she wouldn’t hit you if she didn’t love you, she had to tell you how worthless, how stupid you were to build you up strong against a vicious world. All of that pain led to love that only turned back into pain, but it felt like validation, like he wouldn’t pull your hair or try to scratch out your heart if he didn’t truly love you.

“Sweet girl.”

Slumped on the floor, your cheeks are slick with tears, but you are no longer screaming. You thought you loved him, you probably really did at some point, for you hadn’t known the world could be any better- that there was a softer, more gentle kind of love. But you had found it, in the grocery store of all places, and it came in the form of two tender, blonde women with light, safe hands.

“Baby love, it’s okay. We’re right here.”

Something touches your arm and you flinch so hard that your head bumps into the wall beside you, a soft whimper sliding out between your lips. “I- I’m sorry,” you sob, bunching up the fabric of your shirt in your hands. “I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good.”

“Hey, hey, no. You are good, so good, sweetheart. Look at me.”

You shake your head, recoiling from the slap that always follows disobedience, but it never comes.

“No one will hurt you here. It’s okay. You can open your eyes.”

“I don’t-.” You don’t know what’s happening or where you are, why he hasn’t hit you for insolence.

“Shh, thats okay. You’re alright.’

“I’m sorry.” You don’t know what else to say, what to do to make this better. He is always so drunk and angry, and it is so hard to tiptoe around his moods.

“No, shh, none of that. Just breathe, okay? Everything’s okay.”

“I’m bad,” you wail, and your tears begin falling more fervently, like you are only denying the inevitable. He already knows how terrible you are- your mother told you, and now he knows, too. He can only be patient for so long before the harsh hand of punishment will fall down on you.

“No, no, of course not. You are good; so, so good.”

For the first time, it occurs to you that the voice doesn’t sound like his. It’s softer, female even, and when you think about it, what you’re sitting on doesn’t feel much like the cold tile of the kitchen floor in your shared house. A hand closes gently over your fist and untangles it from your shirt, and despite your anxiety, you don’t fight the contact.

“Pretty love, please look at us.”

You finally do, opening up your eyes to peek up from the floor, and what you find isn’t an angry man at all, far from it. There’s Sally, with her beautiful brown eyes and frizzy hair, and Cordelia, with her soft lips and pretty smiles. They both sit on their knees about a foot away from you, Cordelia’s hands raised up like she wants to reach for you, comfort you, but she doesn’t want to scare you away. Sally is a little more brave, her hand gripped in your own, but no less worried.

“I’m sorry.” You are curled up in the corner of your room in the Coven, the sounds of young witches just background noise against the thumping beat of your heart in your ears. Cordelia slowly reaches out for you, like you are some sort of small, scared child, and maybe you really, truly are. The second her fingers touch your skin you launch your body into hers, settling in her lap and tucking in close against her chest. Sally scoots in around you, squeezing your hand and pressing a kiss to your forehead. This isn’t the first time they have pulled you out of a flashback, and it likely won’t be the last.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, sweet girl. We just want you to be okay,” Cordelia soothes, stroking her fingers through your tangled hair.

And here, with them, you almost feel it. At least, it’s as close as you’ve ever been. Okay is such a foreign concept, something that hadn’t ever been in your vocabulary until recently. You were drowning in such a dark place with such dark people until they came along, like a sliver of heaven in your own personal hell.

Sally cups your chin and tilts your face up. She smiles softly, tears crinkling in the corners of her own eyes. “Baby, we want to understand. We want to help you, but we can’t do that if we don’t know what’s going on.”

You have never told them. In the nine months the three of you have been together, you have yet to breathe a word about your childhood, your first love, how they have opened your eyes to a whole new world- one without bruises and pain and heartache.

You love how much they touch you, how there will always be a gentle hand at the small of your back, or rubbing your shoulder, or just holding onto your own. It is such a contrast to everything you have ever known; that hands could be soft, tender, nonviolent. But despite their reassuring fingers, your body still trembles, so you lay your head against Cordelia’s chest and close your eyes, breathing in deeply. “You know how they say we tend to stick with what we know? How people who grow up in abusive households will typically go into an abusive relationship?”

There’s a sharp intake of breath above you, the body below you twitching with the sudden inhalation. You can imagine the look on Delia’s face; one of surprise and sadness and fear. Sally understands heartbreak, the pain that comes along with love and leaving, and you’ve heard enough stories about Fiona to know that Cordelia has suffered, too. Three broken women, coming together with hope for healing and a better future. Just love, love, love. So much love.

“Oh, honey,” Cordelia consoles, and she squeezes you tighter, like it might help glue your broken pieces back together, like all of her goodness will slither into the cracks of you and push out all of the terrible things you have endured.

You don’t know where to begin. You know now that your childhood and your first relationship were unstable, violent things, but at the time, they were your normal. It’s difficult to discern the difference in love and hate when every ounce of pain you have ever known has grown from love. But it feels like time to tell them, to let them in. After all, they have been so very patient with you.

“I- I grew up in a home with a single mom, and she- she had been so beaten down by the world. She worked hard, and it wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t her fault.” Your voice is timid and stuttering, and you hide into the nape of Cordelia’s neck at such a blatant view of your life. You feel naked, like you are putting the most intimate parts of yourself on display.

You tell them about the sound of skin hitting skin, slaps across your face, kicks to your gut, and you roll up your sleeves to show them the burn scars on your arms. You say more than you mean to, like how you can’t bear to see a bottle of bourbon or smell the perfume in the blue bottle from the local department store because of how they will pull you back into the past, back to black eyes and bleeding skin and fear.

“I’m so sorry,” Sally says, looking down at the marks on your arms. “I wish you would have told me.” Your unstable life has given you weird quirks, unusual fears- cigarettes to be one, but you don’t want Sally to change herself to accommodate you. You had screamed the first time you saw her smoking, screamed and dropped your body into a crouch, hands coming up to protect your head against a threat that no longer existed. Sweet, sweet Sally, always so kind and protective of the ones she loves. You can only imagine what is running through her head, all of the ways to rid the world of all of the people who have hurt you, failed you in some way.

You shake your head, slipping away from Cordelia into your other lover’s lap, arms circling tightly around her midsection, around the ever present leopard print coat. “I don’t want you to change for me, Sally. I like you just as you are, cigarettes and all.”

You kiss her, and then look up to her teary eyes and smile. “I promise, pretty girl. Don’t ever change for me. I just want you to be you, to be Sally.”

As you tuck yourself back against her chest, Sally’s head comes to rest on top of yours, and Cordelia’s arms wrap around the both of you.

“Baby, you know it wasn’t your fault, either?” Cordelia says softly, lips pressed right up against your ear.

You shrug, more or less, knowing that destruction tends to follow behind you. You remember the time your mother compared your love to razor blades, like it was fast and draining, and how anyone who tried to love you would knick themselves if they bothered to come too close. But here, with Sally and Cordelia, your reality felt more like safety scissors, a wall of protection built up around your heart, and the only one to ever get hurt was yourself.

“He didn’t,” you shake your head, unsure of where you are even going with this point. “That’s not what he said. They both, he- he and my mom, they both said I was the problem. I was bad, am. I am bad. I just- it’s me. Everything is my fault.”

You suddenly yank your shirt over your head, pulling back so they can see you, really see you. A shaking finger points at the scars on your chest, where he tried to chisel out your heart with his own hands. The marks are big and ugly, puckered skin crisscrossing over the fragile organ, the home to the awfulness that grows inside you.

Cordelia’s warm hand covers your own, pressing it’s palm up against the physical evidence of your pain. “No,” she says fiercely, eyes blazing with what looks like anger, and you feel like you’ve screwed up because now she is mad at you, too. “No, baby, no. You are not bad, could never be. There is absolutely nothing wrong with who you are because you are the sweetest, most gentle, most beautiful, wonderful girl I have ever seen. Nothing about you is inadequate, or- or defective. They were wrong, sweet girl. They were so wrong about who you are.”

“But it- it has to be me,” you argue, voice growing louder despite your timidity. "I’m the common factor in every situation. I have to be the problem. I have to. I have to be it.”

“No, no, baby.” Sally places her hand over yours and Cordelia’s, still on your chest, still trying to contain the thunder inside of you. Her eyes are set with determination, but somehow they still manage to be soft, still wide open with admiration. “Let us show you what love feels like- real love.”

Reflexively, you stiffen, trying to prepare your body for hard hands and fast kicks and callous words. Love is hard, love is pain, and now they are going to show you that they know you are bad, too.

“No, sweetheart, not like that,” Cordelia promises, letting go of you so that both of her hands can cups your cheeks. “Not like what you’ve known before. Our love is nothing like you have known before.”

You think back to the first time he said he loved you, how it didn’t feel like you had hoped it would. Your heart had plunged at the lack of sincerity in his voice, like he had said it a hundred times already, to a hundred different girls, and you were no more special than the last. It didn’t matter. You didn’t matter. And then when he started hitting you, beating you, throwing words like sharp rocks at your brain, it was like your heart broke and bled all over the bed where there used to be nothing but love.

A soft finger traces down your cheek, pulling you back to Cordelia, to Sally, to the Coven. You blink away tears, but rather than slipping back to where they came from, they begin falling down your cheeks.

“Pretty girl, what are you thinking about?” Sally queries, sweet hands soothing over the marks on your breastbone. She’s studying them, the animalistic manifestation of love gone wrong.

“You don’t have to hide your heart,” Cordelia encourages. “You can leave it here with us.”

You bite your lip as you look up at both of them, knowing this love is different, better, more gentle, but that doesn’t take away your fear that the world will suddenly flip on you. Kind words will become stabbing, gentle fingers will pinch. You have learned it is better to not share how you are feeling for silence can protect you, can reduce the number of abrasions, both mental and physical, that you wake up with every day. But it has been nine months and Cordelia and Sally have been so delicate with your fragility, never hurting or belittling or bruising. You take a deep breath, mumbling out that you just don’t want to hurt anymore, and soft kisses are instantly pressed to both of your wet cheeks.

“Let us take care of you, babygirl. Please let us help you,” Cordelia asks, Sally nodding along like there’s some sort of invisible thread letting her see the other blonde’s thoughts before she speaks them aloud. “We don’t want to hurt you. We don’t want you to hurt ever again.”

You nod, and it’s hesitant, but then they are both guiding you up and towards the bed. You are pressed into the middle, your girlfriends crawling on either side of you.

“Show us where you’ve been hurt, sweet love,” Sally says. “Let us heal you.”

For a while, you just stare at them, and they wait, wait for you to say yes, to give consent like you really have a choice in what happens to you. It has never been your choice before. Finally you push back the hair around your temple, revealing what remains of a candlestick smashing into your skull when you were five.

Cordelia’s lips are the first to press against the damaged skin, the kiss drawn out and delicate, and then Sally takes over, mouth opening so her tongue can scrape lightly over your past injury.

You continue down your body, pointing out the slash across your arm from a broken bottle when you hadn’t had dinner ready and on the table when he arrived home from work, the marks left from his shoe when he had kicked you so hard in the stomach that you bled. You flip you wrist over to show them the burn from your mother’s curling iron. She had stuck the hot metal against your seven year old skin when you had accidentally burned her while helping her fix her hair. They trail kisses all the way, lips joining together to press side by side over the scribbles covering your heart.

You inhale their scents, Cordelia like lavender and honey and all things soft. Sally still smells like cigarettes, but this time it doesn’t make your heart start running for an exit. Instead, it feels like home, like where you belong; here, with both of these beautiful girls. You feel like everything has stopped, like you have been lost your entire life and the world has finally stilled long enough for you to catch up to yourself.

You are hesitant as they slide your pants down your legs, showing off your own harm against yourself. The marks on your thighs are numerous, stretching all the way from the tops of your knees to the apex of your legs. He told you that they were ugly, made you unlovable, angered him because you were hurting yourself when he was the only one allowed to hurt you. A lot of the cuts are because of him. But they coax your fear out of you, like leading a dog to a bone, lips lingering just a little longer over the more recent ones- the ones still scabbed and healing.

Maybe this love really is different, really is sweet and made up of nothing but tender hands and warm touches. You want to pretend that stars never fall from the sky. There are enough things to wish upon on- dandelions and pennies, eyelashes. You need to know that something is infinite. That you and Sally and Cordelia are not alone, that you have a chance and the universe itself is rooting for you.

#Cordelia Goode x Reader x Sally McKenna #Sally McKenna x reader #cordelia goode #sally mckenna #ahs imagine #ahs hotel #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #ahs hotel imagine #ahs coven imagine #ahs apocalypse imagine #American horror story #American horror story hotel #American horror story coven #american horror story apocalypse #cordelia Goode imagine #Sally McKenna imagine #American horror story imagine #cordelia goode x reader

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theflashfics · 5 years

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Imagine // Barry Allen

Pairing: Barry Allen x reader

Summary: Based on Ariana Grande’s hit single ‘imagine’. Barry finds you singing along to your new favourite song and pleasuring yourself, and begins to imagine things of his own.

Warnings: Masturbation (male and female)

Word Count: 1693

Requests: Closed

Step up the two of us, nobody knows us, hop out the car like ‘Skrrt’.

You hummed along to the song, absently scrolling through your phone. Ariana, the queen herself, had just released a new single and this was possibly your millionth time listening to it. It let you imagine things of your own - about a certain scarlet speedster. Not that you had a chance with the Barry Allen, so you let your fantasies live in your mind only. Nevertheless, you couldn’t get that boy out your head. Everything drew you in; the nice things – his kindness, how he took care of you, how he was easy to speak to - and the not so nice things – how he bit his lip when he concentrated, when he took off his shirt after a training session, how he looked at you darkly when you wear your tight dinner dresses. Your earphones were at the highest possible volume to try and drown out those thoughts, so you mumbled the lyrics under your breath and propped your feet up on your desk in the workshop. You let yourself dive into your mind, closing your eyes, procuring certain unholy scenarios with the Flash himself. As you saw him in your head, you dipped your hand down to the waistband of your shorts.

Staying up all night, order me pad thai, then we gon’ sleep ‘til noon.

Barry Allen walked through the concrete halls of STAR Labs, his mind wandering. He’d been sent to find you, to tell you that the others were going out for dinner and you could join if you choose. He’d volunteered in a heartbeat to be the one to offer it; he was rather infatuated by you. The way your eyes crinkled when you smiled, how you bantered easily with Cisco, and other, dirtier things. The way your hips swayed when you walked, how you held your tongue between your teeth when you were teasing, how you left little to the imagination when you turned up to dinner parties in those tight, tight dresses. It was hard for Barry not to imagine things of his own – but he supposed you didn’t like him, so he attempted to fan away the thoughts, like flies, and continue to find you. “Y/N!” He called out, only hearing the echo of his own voice until he reached the workshop entrance. As he began to round the corner, he heard noises and refrained from entering, simply listening. The first thing he heard was muffled music – someone was listening with headphones, but extremely loud – and the next was… someone moaning.

Me with no makeup, you in the bathtub, bubbles and bubbly.

You had leant back considerably in the office chair, focusing all your thoughts on Barry, and slipped a hand up your shirt, tracing featherlight figure eights on your bare stomach. It helped to imagine that hand was his, and that thought fuelled you to find your bra strap and slipping it off your shoulder. You massaged your breast, occasionally flicking at your nipple and moaning. Finding the bra to get in the way, you twisted it around to you and nimbly unhooked it, discarding it on the workshop floor. Your hand served as an adequate substitute to Barry’s, and you deftly rubbed the tender flesh, then moving to the other breast. Your free hand clutched the edge of the chair to stop it from spinning around, you put a leg down from the table and placed it on the floor, grounding yourself. Eventually, your hand slipped out from under your t-shirt and moved further south, tapping lightly on your stomach and coming to rest on the waistband of your shorts. You stopped momentarily, doubtful, but remembered there was no one there, and you free to do what you wanted.

This is a pleasure, feel like we never act this regular.

Barry was there, waiting, listening. He decided to slowly peek inside of the workshop and was utterly taken aback by the sight. You, in all your glory, legs spread apart on one of the office chairs, touching yourself, ‘imagine’ by Ariana Grande still projected fuzzily from underneath your earphones. Barry froze and had to remind himself to breathe, but the sight of you so vulnerable was breathtaking for him. Millions of thoughts were clashing in his mind. You should leave! This is a breach of privacy, he thought. But she looks so good, another voice countered, and there’s nothing wrong with watching. She’s too deep in that song that’s looping over and over, she won’t turn around. So, Barry stayed, guiltily, and leaned against the desk at the door. You let out a breathy moan as you began to pull down the waistband of your shorts. Barry watched in anticipation, only to have you let it snap back up again. He felt a familiar tightness in his pants and groaned internally. He couldn’t go back to the others with this problem, so he simply pursed his lips and undid his belt.

Click-click-click and post, drip-drip-dripped in gold, quick-quick-quick let’s go.

Your hand had a mind of its own, tracing your waistband and not letting you get to what really mattered, but it fuelled you further. You could see Barry in your mind, on top of you, teasing you. You almost felt guilty for imagining him like this. A breach of privacy, a voice in your mind said. But he won’t find out, a different voice offered, he will never find out. Easy. Just relax and feel his fingers on your skin. Surreptitiously, you obeyed running your fingers lightly over the crotch of your shorts. Finally, you pushed forward and took control, allowing yourself to slip you hand under the waistband of your shorts and gently palming yourself over your panties. You were already wet, all your nerves buzzing with electricity, and you felt you were going to burst. The friction caused to you to whimper slightly, but you didn’t let yourself go any further. You needed the build-up, and your shorts were getting in the way. You reluctantly took your leg off your table and stood up, shimmying out of your shorts and tossing them next to your bra.

Kiss me and take off your clothes.

Barry was shocked out of his lust at your sudden movement and sped out of the room, making no noise. You still had your headphones in, but he was still hyperaware of every movement you made. His rush to leave sent a paper flying off a desk and you turned to look, frowning. Barry watched you from the entrance, your pause feeling like hours, and was relieved to see you turn back and sit down, readjusting to get back in your original position. He did the same, moving slowly back to where he stood a few seconds earlier. He moved his hand down to his crotch, gently palming himself through his jeans. He closed his eyes, thinking: This hand isn’t mine. This hand is Y/N’s. And she is so good. That voice pushed him further and he caught his lower lip between his teeth, teasing himself by pleasuring for moments at a time. He quickly became impatient and unzipped his jeans, dropping them just so his tight – now specifically – boxers were in view. Your purrs from your corner of the room sent blood to Barry’s already hard length, and he pulled it out of his boxer, it slapping against his stomach.

Imagine a world like that.

Your hands pulled your panties aside and teased along your folds, being featherlight so as to tease yourself. Barry’s hands, Barry’s hand, you kept chanting in your head. Swiftly, you pushed your panties down your legs and kicked them off, allowing yourself better access to what needed the most attention. The cold air on your heat caused you to shiver and goosebumps rose on your skin. Your thumb found your clit, and began rubbing the sensitive nub in circles. Your head lolled back gently as you pressed your fingers to yourself, fingers floating deftly over your drenched folds. You spread your legs even further apart and slipped a finger into your core. The cold flesh of your finger made you hiss, but pushed you further to your climax. Not long after, you thrust another finger into you, pumping in and out. You rolled your hips against your fingers, trying to imagine it was Barry filling you up. As you got closer to your high, you were hyper-focused on everything – the music playing on repeat in your ears, your fingers – Barry’s fingers – delving deep inside you, the pad of your thumb busy on your clit.

We go up ‘til I’m asleep on your chest, love how my face fits so good in your neck.

Barry was in a trance. Your moans and whimpers only gave him more reason to fix his problem. His hand found his length, holding it in his hand and feeling it swell to life at your sinful noises. After making sure you couldn’t possibly see or hear him, he began to make slow, long strokes along his length, breathing heavily at the sudden contact. He flicked his thumb over his slit, it already leaking with precum. He gave himself permission to make noises and let out a long drawn out groan he’d been holding in for the majority of that rendezvous. Finally, he wrapped his hands around his cock and moved it up and down, maintaining a pressure balance to make it feel even better. Not my hands, Y/N’s mouth, he told himself. Not being able to take the teasing, Barry began pumping his length with vigour as he saw you were reaching your climax. His threw his head back and clenched his jaw, feeling the beast in his stomach coming to life. He kept thinking of you and had to stifle moaning your name. He was so close, so close to his climax, but you were gonna get to yours before him. He watched as you let out one last cry and heard a single word leaving your lips like a prayer.

“Barry…”

Why can’t you imagine a world like that?

#barry allen #barry allen smut #barry allen oneshot #the flash #the flash smut #the flash oneshot

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nitewrighter · 5 years

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Gency Week Day 3

Daffodil: Chivalry/New Beginnings

A Continuation of the Star Wars AU-- Genji’s “A More Elegant Weapon” line spoke to me, so here’s more of that. Genji considers a new start!!!

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“Mmh...” Ashe’s eyes blearily opened. Her head was pounding, “Whuh...” she suddenly snapped to attention and found she was belted into a co-pilot’s seat, “What the--!?” Her eyes flicked to the exterior. Iego’s moons and asteroids were far behind them. Hyperspace strobed in the ship’s viewport.

Ashe looked sharply over at Hanzo, who was sullenly piloting the ship.

“The kyber--” she started.

“Probably exploded, thanks to you,” said Hanzo.

“Thanks to your brother,” said Ashe, furrowing her brow.

Hanzo just grimaced and rolled his grip on the ship’s steering.

“You know I don’t miss. You know that blaster shot was going in one place, but then baby brother has to get his choobies in a bunch over some backwater moony and suddenly you’re out a brother, and we’re all out a hundred thousand cred score.”

She’s not a backwater moony! Hanzo remembered Genji’s voice and his stomach turned. Given how much they bickered, it was statistically likely that any last time they would speak to each other would be an argument, but that didn’t make it any easier.

“If he hadn’t---” Ashe caught herself and then gave him a sidelong glance, “I’m sorry for your loss,” she said, pushing her hair back.

“He was my brother,” said Hanzo, “My responsibility. I didn’t think he would...he flirts but I never thought he would get so involved so as to...”

“Well we’re gonna have to find another score... the Dawn had a lot riding on this, you understand,” said Ashe. She leaned back in her seat, “Kriff... Not looking forward to that Holocomm meeting...”

“You were in charge,” said Hanzo.

“And you told me you had your little brother under control,” said Ashe. Hanzo just tensed where he was sitting. Ashe sighed. “Look,” she said, “You and your brother were unique. Most people end up real lonely in our line of work, because when stuff like this happens... it hits harder when you were close to them.”

“You have Bob,” said Hanzo.

“Bob’s a droid, Hanzo,” said Ashe, “Droids can be fixed. Sometimes you can even keep a backup of their personality on a data drive. And with a handful of exceptions, most droids I can trust a helluva lot more than I can trust people.”

“If you hadn’t fired that shot...” Hanzo started and then trailed off.

“If Genji had just acted the way Crimson Dawn are supposed to act and let me shoot that moony, he’d still be here,” said Ashe, folding her arms, “But he didn’t. So he isn’t. That’s how things are with the Crimson Dawn, Hanzo. If you can’t live with it, you die for it. I’m sorry, Hanzo, I am, but that’s our life. That’s how it is.”

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“Welcome to the Rebel Alliance.”

The woman stood in front of the two of them looking satisfied for several seconds, as if all their problems were solved. Mercy fidgeted with her bandaged hands and Genji looked around. Naturally a medical ship didn’t exactly scream ‘rebel alliance.’ There were maybe two other patients recovering, one simply sleeping and another being looked over by a medical droid with the Rebellion’s emblem on its shoulder. The woman standing in front of them was wearing an X-Wing pilot’s uniform, as well.

“...The rebel alliance?” Genji repeated, his own voice raspy, “What are you doing this far from the core worlds?”

“Relief work,” said the woman, folding her arms, “We’re also assessing the former levels of Empire control out here.”

“The Empire has fallen,” said Genji.

“Palpatine has fallen. The Imperial fleet is scrambling--They still have enough firepower to be a significant threat if and when they regroup. We were heading away from Millius Prime when we got your distress call, we assumed you had been attacked by them or something--the remains of the fleet have just been... falling on and cannibalizing any poor little ship they come across. The tide’s turned and the galaxy’s fighting back, sure, but that doesn’t change the fact that the Empire still has footholds all over it.”

“So you’re still fighting it,” said Mercy.

“Well of course!” said the woman, she extended a hand, “Tracer, Scout Squadron leader.”

“Mercira Zygarel” Mercy hesitantly shook Tracer’s hand with her bandaged one. “Friends call me Mercy. I was a healer in my village but if the rebellion has need of me...”

“...are you volunteering?” Tracer tilted her head.

“I thought I was volunteering before--” Mercy started but then looked at Genji, caught herself and cleared her throat, “They say it was a Jedi who took down the empire. The elders say was Jedi who saved my people back during the Clone Wars. I would like to return the favor, if that’s possible.”

“Could always use more healers,” said Tracer, looking around, “You know your way around Bacta?”

Mercy nodded. “Surgical procedures for a handful of species as well. Humans, Diathim, Toydarian, Twi’lek, Besalisk, Togruta, and Rodian. I--I know I could learn more if I could work with the Rebellion.”

Really not a backwater moony then, thought Genji, And I nearly got her killed trying to steal Kyber for the Crimson Dawn...

“And what about you?” said Tracer, looking at him. Her eyes trailed down to his leg stumps within the bacta suit, “You can stay here as long as you need to recover, but you don’t have to cast your lot in with us. Especially not after what you’ve been through. Do you have somewhere to go back to?”

Genji tensed slightly. “I--My brother...” he looked down at his leg stubs and took a steadying breath, “I need some time to think.”

“I understand,” said Tracer, clapping him on the shoulder. She looked back at Mercy. “You said you were both caught in... some kind of explosion?”

“Volcanic!” Mercy blurted out, before easing up in her seat, “It was... a volcanic explosion... We were doing a--a-umm a geological survey and... some magma must have hit a gas pocket.”

“A surgeon and a geologist?” said Tracer, impressed.

“It’s a hobby,” Mercy and Genji said at the same time.

“Nasty luck, that,” said Tracer. She folded her arms, “Welp, as I’ve said, you can take the time you need to recover here. We’re headed away from Iego, but we have your ship--”

“Ichimonji!?” Genji sat up, feeling the bacta in the suit slosh up against him.

“Well we couldn’t very well leave it floating out there!” said Tracer, “It’s mag-locked to this vessel. But when you’re ready to go, just let us know. I need to get back to commanding the squadron, but we do have more to discuss. You just rest and recover and we’ll have more questions, later.”

“Understood,” said Genji as Tracer walked out. The door whirred shut behind her. Genji looked around.

A long silence passed between him and Mercy.

“You covered for me,” said Genji.

“Well... I don’t know what the Rebellion would do to Crimson Dawn, but from what I’ve seen of how they deal with the empire, they don’t strike me as very fond of bullies and liars.”

‘Bullies and liars,’ thats a nice way of saying ‘murderers and thieves’ thought Genji.

Mercy suddenly tensed up. “Oh no--I--I didn’t mean that. I don’t think you...” she caught herself her lips thinned, she didn’t know what to think of him at this point. He and Hanzo had given her nothing but lies on Thysoi, but now he was like this because he had jumped in to stop Ashe from shooting her. “You’ve been through so much already,” she said softly.

Genji gave a nod towards her own bandages, “You’ve been through a lot too,” he said. He flinched in bed. “Your wings--” he said in alarm.

Mercy spread her wings once iridescent and smooth, now ragged on the edges, with a hole burned through the lower corner of the other. They still had their iridescence but they were stained by fire, no longer moon-white and more warped, with patches of gray and still iridescent burned spots like black opal.

“...I’m so sorry,” said Genji, “About everything--you only wanted to help Jedi and the Rebellion and my brother and I...”

“I should have known better. I was so eager to get away from Iego I was willing to believe you--”

“That’s not your fault,” said Genji.

“And you wouldn’t have even taken me with you even if you were in the rebellion,” Mercy’s shoulders bunched up.

“Mercy, if we weren’t in the Crimson Dawn, I would have taken you anywhere in the galaxy you wanted,” said Genji, leaning forward slightly with the bacta sloshing in his suit.

Mercy’s brow crinkled. “But you were in the Crimson Dawn,” she said, still remembering the sting of the truth back in the caves.

“We were brought into it young,” said Genji, “My brother and I were really only able to survive the lower ranks of it because we had each other.”

“...Are you going to go back to him?” she asked quietly.

“If the Crimson Dawn finds out I’m still alive, they’ll probably kill me for destroying all that Kyber, regardless of how much Hanzo argues for me,” said Genji, “I’ll... I’ll have to find some way of letting him know I’m still alive, but I don’t know how I’m going to do that without alerting all of them. I’m not exactly in any position to fight them.”

“So what now?” said Mercy.

“I don’t know,” said Genji, “Everything I knew how to do before...” he trailed off, “Charming, and good with vibroblades in a tight corner. That’s it. No other redeeming qualities. And I don’t know how good the second one is if...” he trailed off and looked at his leg stumps.

“There are prosthetics available,” said Mercy, “I’m sure the rebellion...” she trailed off.

“Do you think they’d have me?”

“Do you believe in freeing the galaxy?” Mercy tilted her head.

“All my brother and I really believed in was survival,” said Genji with a sigh, “But... if that’s the only thing I believed in and that got me here, maybe it’s time to believe in something more.”

“And why should I trust what you say, now?” said Mercy, glancing off, “Why should they trust you?”

“You can’t. I’ll have to earn it,” said Genji, “You can trust that I want legs, and that the Crimson Dawn will kill me if they find out I’m still alive, though.”

Mercy’s eyes trailed down to his leg stubs. “Why did you step in like that?” she said quietly.

“The way you looked at me when you thought I was a good person... it made me want to be that person. I liked you, I did--I still do. But I understand completely if you never want to see my face again.” He brought up his bacta-suit wrapped hand and brushed the plastex along his lower jawline, feeling the bandages and some plastex, “I probably don’t want to see my own face right now,” he mumbled.

“It’s---It’s not that bad,” said Mercy. She smiled a little and gestured at the bandages lining her own face. “I won’t mind seeing it again. We match, at least.”

“And if you still look amazing--” Genji caught himself and then huffed, “A bit too soon, isn’t it?”

“Definitely too soon,” said Mercy with a bittersweet smile.

Genji let his eyes trail up to the ceiling of the med-bay. “So... Rebel Alliance, huh?”

“I... I think it’ll be good for you,” said Mercy.

“Well I’ve been robbing the galaxy blind for well over the past decade,” he said with a slight smile, “Probably should start paying it back.”

#gency #gency week #gencyweek

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jojotier · 5 years

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lil masterpost of some of my favorite golden trio interactions that ive written vfkjv

seriously if you’re a fic writer and you haven’t tried to write these three interacting, I suggest you try. at least once. Seriously, writing them always leaves a smile on my face...

Some more that were so long that I decided to like, at least put it under the cut to save everyone the space and breathing room:

“He’s a cute guy- always wondered what it’d have been like to meet him, you know, take him out somewhere fancy…” Shiraishi wiggled his eyebrows and Asirpa nigh instantaneously appeared to smack him over his bald head with a wooden spoon. “Hey-! What’d I say?!”

“Don’t be weird, Shiraishi!” Asirpa huffed, wagging the spoon in her hand. “Or else we’re going to have to crack your egg head over a pot and have you for breakfast!”

Shiraishi whined, “Mannnn why are you two always bullying me?! I’m the oldest! If anyone should be bullying anyone, it should be me bullying someone!!”

“But you won’t! Because you know what’s good for you,” Sugimoto teased, pouring himself and Shiraishi a cup of coffee.

Asirpa said from her place beside Shiraishi, “Pour me a cup too! Black, please.”

Sugimoto felt a sudden, terrified shiver run down his spine. “... Are you sure about that, Asirpa? That’s… this is a really bitter brand, so-”

“Black,” Asirpa repeated, slowly raising her spoon. She tapped it on her other hand, eyes blazing. Sugimoto felt sweat drip down the back of his neck. “What is it, Sugimoto? Do you not think I can handle it, Sugimoto? Do you think I’m too much of a child? Sugimoto? Well? Are you saying little Asirpa is too much of a baby to handle coffee in its natural state? Sugimoto, are you saying-”

“Alright, alright! I’m pouring you some now…” Sugimoto said, pouring her some of the coffee while trying to bite back a laugh.

Shiraishi’s eyes widened in vague awe. “Man… black? I thought you’ve never had coffee before,”

“That’s because I never have.” Asirpa nodded, moving back to the little kitchenette to take the cup from Sugimoto. “ Huci never bought it much, and my aca used to say that it was too weak to even bother with. Watching you two load it down with sugar and cream, and knowing Sugimoto has a weak tongue-”

“Hey-!” Sugimoto said, slightly offended.

“- I’ve decided that it can’t be bitter at all. You’re both just weak.” Asirpa declared, before taking a giant, ill-advised gulp of her coffee. Shiraishi started to say something, but it caught in his throat, leaving him to just make a weird noise like a dying whale. Asirpa stood stock still for a second, black coffee dripping a little onto the corner of her mouth, as she took a shaky swallow. She looked up at Sugimoto, tears in her slightly squinted eyes as she tried to give a smile that didn’t look like she was in immense pain. “S. See. Not. Bitter at all,”

Sugimoto bust out laughing, trying to rein it in a bit because maybe it was a bit of an asshole thing, to laugh at a kid, but even still… it was pretty hilarious. “Really! Really now! I see that face you’re making- you think its as bitter as we do!”

“Do not!”

“Do too!” Shiraishi joined in, laughing a bit himself.

“Do not- look,” Then Asirpa, face flushing, tried to drink the rest in a few fell gulps. A little bit of the hot, bitter drink dribbled down her chin and onto her shirt as she finished, looking like she was regretting pretty much all of her life choices. Asirpa made a face and squinted, sticking out her tongue. “Ugh… I think I burned my tongue….”

“... So it’s an ugly thing that’s a pile of junk, is what you’re saying,” Shiraishi snickered a bit. “So antiquated that not even JAXA wants to knock this thing into the gravity and get it down out of this airspace!”

Asirpa’s cheeks puffed out slightly in disdain. “... I’m not giving that a response. This is still neat!!! You just have no taste.”

“Oh no, yeah, it’s pretty neat,” Shiraishi ceded, glancing back out at the station. He snickered under his breath some more. “Lots of historical significance, probably… looks like an old-timey soup can.”

Sugimoto snorted at that, a wide grin splitting over his face. “Come on, that’s mean. It looks like a tin bucket from one of those cowboy movies, at least- the ones that hold all the bullets.”

“Those buckets aren’t historically accurate- bullets weren’t really that big…” Asirpa corrected, tapping at her watch’s interface. Then, her head dipped down a bit, what stray hairs that remained free from her braid falling in her face as she bit her lip, looking absolutely goofy. “... Looks kind of like a big asinru, though…”

“Hey, look!!! Sugimoto look!!” Shiraishi leaned forward, hands gripping on the railing and feet braced against it as his face lit up. “She talks so big but she thinks that ship looks funny too!”

“It’s your fault!” Asirpa uselessly tossed one of the plastic maps at Shiraishi. It went like five centimeters, and then uselessly fwumped onto the ground with a weird sound, not unlike the sound one got when shaking out a laminated paper. Asirpa chose to ignore that. “You have me thinking of tin can shaped things-!!” Shiraishi started laughing, chest shaking a bit as his grip tightened on the railing.

Sugimoto snickered a bit, eyes crinkling at the corners, “Last I checked, only you can have yourself thinking things.”

Asirpa tried to toss a map at Sugimoto, throwing it like a frisbee to see if that would get any lift. No dice. It went an even closer distance and fluttered uselessly down, sliding away from Sugimoto entirely. Shiraishi guffawed, and before Asirpa could open her mouth, there was a solid thunk. Shiraishi yelped as he hit the ground, still slightly red-faced from laughing. He’d fallen off. Sugimoto gave a hearty laugh at that.

“See,” Asirpa said, looking at Shiraishi, “this is what you get. Karma.”

Shiraishi whined, rolling over onto his back with a pout. “Let’s just get this trespassing over with…” Both Sugimoto and Asirpa giggled a bit together.

“Well, we figured since it was New Years, it’d be nice to drop by-” Sugimoto started to say before being slightly tilted off balance, shoved vaguely to the side. A second face appeared, slightly lower than Sugimoto’s face and flushed lightly. The smell of sake on this stranger’s breath nearly made Tsukishima recoil, knuckles turning white as his free hand clenched into a fist.

“Heyyyyy, Tsukihime-san!” The bald stranger grinned, head seeming to bob from side to side. “It’s so good t’ see you- great to meetcha, I’m Shiraishi Yoshitake-”

“Where’s the dog.” came a third voice, and soon a third face, belonging to a girl much shorter and younger than the two above her, peered into the gap.

“Asirpa, please,” Sugimoto laughed a little, trying to hide the smile behind his hand, “don’t make it look like that’s the only reason-!”

“But you said yourself that you wanted to pet the dog, Sugimoto,” Asirpa’s eyebrows rose as she tipped her head back, staring at the scarred man in the door.

“Well-!” Sugimoto’s face flushed a bit as well, giving a bit of a sheepish look. “I also wanted to say hi to the owner, of the dog.”

Tsukishima glanced over the three of them. It was unlikely that Sugimoto had ill intent, bringing both a drunk and a pre-teen along with him. He kept his pocket knife in his pocket and opened the door just a bit wider, looking to his impromptu guests and remembering Nugget in the living room, whining underneath the table. “Sorry. My dog doesn’t like being around a lot of people- he’s easily spooked.”

“The dog or you?” Shiraishi snickered a bit, seemingly trying to peer over Tsukishima’s shoulder into the apartment. Tsukishima reconsidered not thinking about the merits of “accidental” greeting stabs in the future. Except there wouldn’t be a future, because Tsukishima didn’t want to deal with visitors. “Noah Fence, dude, but you’re like- this super hermit! I don’t think anyone’seen you outside this apartment... Tha’s what I heard from other people-”

The girl, Asirpa, turned around and kicked Shiraishi in the shins. Sugimoto followed suit, smacking Shiraishi upside the head while glaring at him. Tsukishima’s eyes narrowed as he went to close the door anyway. “Good night, Sugimoto. Asirpa.”

“Wait! Wait,” Sugimoto shoved his hand in the door hastily, trying to fold in on himself so he could hold up a package wrapped in paper the same shade of blue and white that the headband that Asirpa wore was. Of course, the designs were much different, looking more like silver leaves and boars. That’s right- it was the year of the boar soon, wasn’t it?

“We made too much mochi and yokan,” Asirpa explained, peering up at Tsukishima.

“Awww, but Asirpa~” Sugimoto gave a mock pitiful whine, pushing his lower lip out like a child. “How am I gonna give miso to Huci to go with the feast?”

“We don’t need any of your poop near our shit,” Asirpa said, turning up her nose. At that, Shiraishi lost it and rolled onto his side, chortling the entire while.

Sugimoto gave a delicate gasp. “Asirpa, language! Who taught you to say that? Did Shiraishi here rub off on you,”

“I taught myself to say it,” Asirpa stuck out her tongue, but she knew no one was being serious about it. Sugimoto wasn’t the type of person to become faint just because someone younger than him said something mildly uncouth, as she’d done many times before. Sugimoto chuckled himself, a wider grin breaking out over his face.

Soon, the laughter died down again, and Sugimoto rested his cheek harder against his hand. It wasn’t nearly as cold and oppressive as before- but there was still an odd undertone, to the quiet that surrounded them. Something left unsaid.

“Man.” Sugimoto sighed, looking wistfully at the fire, “I wish I still had my miso. We could’ve used it with dinner earlier.”

It was quiet for a few seconds more before Asirpa suddenly remembered- in her coat… She didn’t remember if she’d used the last of it before, in the meal they had outside this place, but she still reached into an innermost pocket and pulled out the small metal tin. Shuffling around to Sugimoto, she presented it to him and opened the lid, showing just the smallest trace of brown miso in a corner.

Sugimoto’s eyes widened, a happy smile coming onto his face. “Oh man-! You did keep it! I would’ve thought for sure you were gonna use it as anosoma box or something, for anything you find-”

“Oh come on, that’s so gross!” Asirpa felt her eyes burn at the mere thought of it. Or maybe they burned because she was squinting so hard it looked as if her eyes had receded back into her face flesh. Sugimoto snorted, trying to keep his giggles in as Asirpa silently worked through how to even respond to that. After a moment, her face loosened back into a more contemplative expression.

“... Besides. You liked it so much that you would try to make my poor old Huci try it- so we had to keep it for when you came back.”

#golden kamuy #asirpa #sugimoto saichi #shiraishi yoshitake #gk #crying in the club i just!!! love them!!!!!!

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not-just-any-fangirl · 6 years

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heyyy you lovely human :)) i have a story request id write it myself but my writing is horrible (its actually for a friend this story who recently came out) so Natsu and Lucy are talking and lucy brings up that she didnt actually run away she was disowned for being a trans-woman but explains to Natsu that him and the guild showed her there was nothing wrong with her and yeah you can take it however you want but thats the basis of it like pan!natsu and trans!lucy have a nice day :)))))))

Family

Word Count; 1441

A/N; Hey! I’m going to be doing these out of order just so I can finally dig into them!

I love this prompt but i just want to address one thing, and idk if you even meant it like this but. Natsu doesn’t have to be pan to be attracted to Lucy if she was a trans woman. She’s a woman, and so long as women are included in Natsu’s sexuality he’s attracted to them, you know? So he could be straight and still want to be with her. I know you prob didn’t mean it this way but the wording just rubbed me the wrong way lol

Regardless I hc Natsu as demi-pansexual anyway! So it’s a moot point!

Onto the fluff!

Natsu groaned, throwing his hand of cards on the table before crossing his arms. He slunk down into his seat, fabric of his scarf settling just under his nose, leaving him free to be seen glaring at a smirking Happy.

“You’re really bad at this,” Happy chimed, hiding a shrew grin behind a paw. He blinked at Natsu innocently when the dragon-slayer bared his fangs at the small cat. Charla and Lily might prefer being called Exceeds, but Happy had been very firm about being a cat. Nobody but cats loved fish nearly as much as Happy, after all.

“It ain’t my fault,” Natsu grumbled, “Lucy’s like a fuckin’ bloodhound when it comes to money.”

Lucy beamed at him, proud of herself to a degree that Natsu frankly found obscene -and adorable- as she gathered all the jewels that had been tossed in a pile in the middle of the table. “I wouldn’t have to if you’d stop blowing up everything and wasting half of our reward having to repair it,” she said, flat tone replaced with a giddy sigh as she counted her winnings. “Now I have enough for rent!”

“Why don’t you move somewhere cheaper?” Happy asked. He spread his wings, sparkles drifting to the floor and dissolving into the air before they hit the fluffy carpet Lucy used to hide the scorch marks on her hardwood carpet. He circled above them twice before landing on Lucy’s head, nuzzling her temple. “Natsu and I don’t pay any rent! You should build a cottage beside us. Then we could come over all the time without having to climb in windows, and we could go fishing, and we could play tag in the forest, and-” Happy continued to list all that they could do if they were neighbours, and Natsu watched fondly as Lucy nodded along, entertaining Happy’s fantasies with suggestions and encouraging prompts.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, nose crinkling as her nail got caught in a small tangle. Natsu cocked his head, watching for several seconds as Lucy gently worked to free herself without disturbing Happy’s perch on her crown.

“You should cut your hair,” Natsu said. Lucy jerked at his comment, hands coming together in her lap. Natsu frowned as he sensed the air change, Happy trailing off as well. Lucy looked at the table pointedly, shoulders tense and curled into herself in a way Natsu didn’t think he’d ever seen.

“Why would you say that?” she asked. There was a forced nonchalance that made a sour taste form in Natsu’s mouth.

“’Cus it always gets tangled in stuff, and, I’unno, a bob or something might suit ya, or... somethin’...” Natsu said, awkwardness creeping up his spine. He rubbed his hands on his pants, biting his tongue at how sweaty they felt all of a sudden.

Lucy looked at him from her lashes, worrying her lower lip even as a small smile pulled up the corners. Natsu’s palms felt even sweatier and he swallowed thickly, looking at the cards still scattered on the table before flicking back to look at Lucy.

“Ooooooh.”

Lucy blushed brightly as she swatted at the singing cat. He dove out of her reach, making kissy faces at Natsu, giggling behind his paws again. Natsu yowled as he lunged at Happy, ignoring how warm his own face felt. Happy swooped and taunted around him, Natsu’s grabs resulting in fists of air and even more teasing, Lucy calling for him to be careful of her furniture. As if that mattered when Happy was beginning to chant ‘Lucy and Natsu, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G’.

“My side table!” Lucy wailed as Natsu caught it with the inside of his new. He cursed as he crashed to the ground, right on top of a screaming Lucy.

Jewels floated through the air, landing around them. Lucy blinked up at Natsu, eyes wide and golden hair splayed out on the floor, loose curls caught between Natsu’s fingers where he had braced himself. They stayed there, both frozen as they looked at one another. Heat curled in Natsu’s gut, one he was feeling more often than he had ever in his life, not the powerful and angry source like his magic. This heat was kind of softer, a gentle simmer that made him trip over his feet or grin stupidly. It kind of reminded Natsu of a spring day or a hug.

Natsu kind of wanted to punch it.

“You two have weird looks on your face.”

Natsu grunted as there was suddenly a Lucy-sized-hand in his face, smushing his cheek as she pushed him off. Natsu glared at her pout from her he laid on the ground on his stomach, pulling a cushion from the sofa down for him to hug and prop his head with. “You’re mean.”

“And you need to learn the meaning of personal space,” Lucy huffed. Her pout grew larger, cheeks puffing like a chipmunks and arms crossing over her ribs. Natsu poked her side and sniggered at her squeak.

Lucy groaned as she fell tot he floor beside Natsu, still pouting halfheartedly. He handed her a pillow, grinning at her eye roll and found smile as she took it.

“Hey, Luce?” Natsu asked, watching her carefully. “How come you got all weird when I said you should cut your hair?”

Lucy’s smile dampened and her fingers tightened on the pillow. Her honey brown eyes seemed duller when she looked at Natsu, sharpening as she nodded to herself.

“My da- Jude used to tell me to cut my hair. To keep it a proper length and to not be such a disappointment,” Lucy spoke softly, and Natsu waited quietly for her to continue, knowing now was not the time to interrupt with questions. “He said mom had spoiled me too much, encouraging my delusions. Learning magic, writing, acting like... a girl.”

“Why couldn’t you act like a girl? You are a girl?” Happy asked. He sat between Natsu and Lucy, his paw resting on her knee.

“Jude didn’t think so,” Lucy said, a bitterness and tiredness creeping into her voice.

“How come, Lucy?” Natsu asked softly.

Lucy looked at him, small smiling slipping away as she took in a deep breath and closed her eyes.

“Becuase I wasn’t born one.”

Silence fell over the room. Happy moved to curl into a ball against Lucy’s stomach, Natsu scanning Lucy’s face as he thought.

“Yes you were.”

Lucy’s eyes flew open, staring at Natsu wide and in shock. “You’re a woman, right? Use she and her, like to smell pretty and keep yourself clean and buy cute shit, yeah?” Natsu pressed. Lucy nodded, swallowing thickly. Natsu ignored the way her lower lip trembled, and how much he wanted to still it with his thumb. “Then you’re a girl. And even if you weren’t, it wouldn’t matter. You’d be Lucy. That’s all I care about. It’s all your family cares about too.”

“Family?” Lucy asked. Her voice was hoarse, eyes watering as Happy nuzzled into her and squeezed himself between her body and her arms.

“Yeah, Weirdo! Fairy Tail’s your family. And we wouldn’t change a thing ‘bout you.” Natsu grinned at her. Maybe if he smiled big enough she’d smile too and wouldn’t cry. Natsu never knew what to do when Lucy cried. A gurgle caught in his throat when he was suddenly crushed in a hug, a sniffling Lucy attached to his chest. “D-don’t cry! I- shit, Luce, I’m sorry I didn’t mena-”

Lucy shook her head, curling into his chest even tighter. “Thank you, Natsu.”

Natsu laid still, arms hovering over her shoulders, unsure what to do. The warm heat in his gut came back from before, but this time it spread to his whole body. Natsu was especially aware of it where Lucy was pressed into his chest and her knees knocked against his thigh. Slowly he rested his arms on her, light enough that she could break free with just a shift. “You don’t know how much I needed to hear that.”

“Anything, for you Luce,” Natsu said. He hugged her tighter, burying his nose in her hair. She smelled good, but Lucy always smelt good to him. He thought she’d look cute with a bob, but Natsu had a sneaking suspicion that he’d think she’d look cute with any hairstyle. Maybe even bald. Okay, probably not bald, but still. Natsu opened an eye when he felt a devious gaze on them.

Don’t. He thought at Happy, who had peeked his head over Lucy’s shoulder. His eyes were pinched slyly, knowing grin making Natsu shiver. Happy could read a room when he wanted to though, and knew this was more important for Lucy than teasing Natsu would be for him. And that he had all night to pester Natsu when they went back to the cabin.

Unless Natsu claimed Lucy’s bed before they she tried to kick them out, that is.

#nalu #fairy tail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #happy #just any writing #transwoman!lucy #requests #look whos finally writing againnnnn #if i fucked up anything please let me know!#but i figured Natsu seems the world so straight forwardly that if someone says theyre a certain gender hes not gonna question it #his dad was a dragon for crying out loud #yeah he might ask some...less than great questions #but the boys just a little socially stunted #and also i didn't want to write that so!#you get fluff and love and unconditional acceptance #and natsu having Feelings but not knowing what a crush is cus hes never had one before #Anon #just any answers

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merrymemori · 5 years

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Murphy slips on a patch of ice on a sidewalk in mid October, and drags a girl with warm brown eyes and a blinding smile down with him. He thinks thats probably the end of it, but the universe seems to have other plans. She reappears in his life, and slowly becomes the biggest part of it, and his feelings keep bubbling up, because Emori might just be the best thing that ever happened to him.

To @the-most-beautiful-broom from @dylanobrienisbatman for Merry Memori 2018.

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A late fall morning. An icy sidewalk. An arm reaching out for nothing in particular, to stay vertical.

A girl.

Falling to the ground as he dragged a stranger down with him.

Her giggle, warm and pretty ringing in his ears.

John Murphy had been walking to work on an icy Tuesday morning in October, an early frost and no salt creating a slick ground beneath his loafers. He tried to walk with confidence, that’s what his mom had always said about walking in ice and snow. If you walk with confidence, you won’t fall.

His mom was wrong.

He took a strong step and hit a patch of ice and went sliding. He found his arms out wildly in any direction, hoping he’d come into contact with something solid to keep him from falling. Instead, all he found was the slick material of the outside of someone’s coat, and it was too late.

He hit the ground, hard, his tailbone slamming into the concrete, and felt another body slam down next to him.

He opened his mouth to apologise, and then he heard her laughter.

She laid there, back on the ground staring up at the sky, giggling like a little kid.

Her smile was blinding, crinkles by her eyes and her nose all scrunched as she laughed.

She eventually calmed, and he piped up.

“I’m so sorry.”

“That’s okay, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, yeah, are YOU alright? I practically yanked you down with me.”

“I’m fine. Weirdly I feel like I needed that.”

“Needed to bruise your tailbone?”

“Needed to get out of my head a little, needed something out of the blue to shake my day up.”

“Happy to help shake in whatever way I can….”

“Emori.”

“Emori. I’m John.”

He realised they were still lying back up on the city sidewalk. People were starting to stare. He hauled himself up and offered her his right hand, when she paused, stuffing her left hand back into her coat. He switched his arms and she took his hand, letting herself be pulled up.

“Nice to meet you, John,” She said, smiling at him before turning and walking away.

“Bye” he called after her, lamely. She peaked over her shoulder before rounding the corner and waved.

And that was that.

He went to work, his own restaurant that he’d managed to open in the city. Just a small Italian place, but he loved it. His friend Harper ran the business, and he cooked the food, and it was nice. A place all his own.

He iced his ass that night while nursing a beer and picking through a list from his vegetable grower, trying to find the specials for the week.

He fell asleep with Emori’s crinkled eyes and brilliant smile in his mind.

He winced when he sat down at lunch with Raven and Bellamy the next day, waiting for Clarke to show up.

“What happened to you?” Raven asked, barely looking up from her menu from where she sat on his left.

“Thanks for your concern.”

“Meh.” She said, still not looking up.

“She’s got a point, what’s wrong with you?” Bellamy asked, a little more kindness in his voice.

“I slipped on the ice on the way to work yesterday and busted my ass. I’m fine, but I feel bad for the girl I dragged down with me.”

“The who what?” Raven asked, suddenly interested.

“Yeah I was on my way to work, and I hit a slick spot, and I was going down, so I reached out to try to find something to grab onto, and I got some girls shoulder and she came down with me.”

“Damn dude, was she pissed?” Raven said. Clarke showed up at that moment, sliding into the table and pressing a kiss into Bellamy’s cheek.

“No, sh-“

“Was who pissed?” Clarke asked.

“Murphy ate it yesterday and dragged some poor girl down with him.”

“No, she wasn’t pissed. She… laughed, actually.”

“She laughed? Is she nuts?”

“I don’t think so. She hit the ground, and just… started laughing. I don’t know, guys.”

“Whats that face, Murphy?” Clarke asked, prying ever so slightly, as was her way.

“What are you talking about?” He said, trying to pull off a blank expression.

“I bet she was cute.”

“Shut up.”

“She WAS cute.” Raven said, laughing.

“Well, did you get her number?”

“I barely got her name, and I wasn’t going to ask for her number? We said maybe four sentences to each other, and I caused her physical injury. Now can we drop this, and maybe talk about something else? Like, I don’t know… literally anything?”

They all scoffed, but the conversation moved on, and he hoped his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt.

A week or so later, he opened the door at the bottom of the stairs of his walk up, stepping outside and turning to pull it closed, when something collided with him, spilling his coffee all down his front. He turned to curse or yell, but was met with big brown eyes and a horrified expression that quickly turned to a smile.

“John. Hi.”

“Emori.”

#dylanobrienisbatman #the-most-beautiful-broom #merry memori 2018

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theolddarkmachine · 6 years

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Four Years- Sophomore Year

Settling back into the careful composure of his well worn scowl, Keith lifts his glass in Shiro’s direction.

“I’ll stick with Shirogane, then, thanks,” he says brusquely as he raises the glass to his lips in an attempt to hide behind another swig of beer that he forgets isn’t there until he sees the flash of Shiro’s eyes as they meet his gaze through the emptied bottom of his glass.

Heat sparks in his chest, sending a flare racing up his neck and across the rise of his cheeks at the sound of Shiro’s husking laugh as, in a show of dominance, he tossed back the rest of his own drink.

“Looks like we’re ready for something stronger.”

Part 2 of 5

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Warnings: None for now aside from underage drinking and ridiculous flirting, because this is a slowburn and that’s just how it goes. Will earn an E rating eventually. and by eventually i mean in the next chapter :3c

A/N: Originally I wanted to add lyrics at the start of each chapter from songs I felt encapsulated the feel for the chapter. But then I just couldn’t bring myself to add lyrics from Tupthumping and format them like poetry, but I tried to work that in another way instead. Enjoy.

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There were a great many thing things that Keith Kogane had learned by his second year of college. The first, is that being in a fraternity wasn’t actually that bad.

Not that he’d ever admit to Hunk that he was right.

Again.

But it had gotten him out of the hellhole known as dorm living and had even given him and Hunk a usable kitchen that didn’t carry the high risk of tetanus. It had even come with a fridge that was almost always stocked as long as Hunk promised an endless supply of his “Beta Famous Bear Claws.”

Really, everyone won in the end.

The second, is that he was disturbingly good at drinking games. So good, in fact, that he’d earned the title of The Anchor and had been the Beta’s not-so-secret weapon in every drinking competition that they found themselves in.

His only true match, was known as The Champion.

Or rather, Shiro.

Though, how the Alphas decided he should be called that was beyond him when he currently sat with one more win under his belt.

And the only reason Shiro had managed to pull his most recent win from him, was because he’d used his dimple against him.

Keith still maintains that it was an illegal play.

The third, is that fate is a dick.

A dick that had paraded itself into his life in the form of one Professor Slav. A dick that had forced them into a group essay together that totaled half of their overall semester grade.

A dick that had landed him in a slightly sticky booth across from Shiro with two drinks between them and not even the excuse of any games.

We should celebrate, Shiro had said as soon as they’d dropped their fluid mechanics essay off at Slav’s office.

Yeah, that’d be cool, Keith had said, as if the mere mention hadn’t sent his heart crashing into the roof of his mouth along with the acrid taste of bile. It’s an exaggerated reaction, he knows. One that isn’t really warranted given his otherwise calm and cool demeanor towards his classmate and frat rival.

Which brings Keith to the fourth, and final thing he’s learned. It was a revelation that he kept wrapped in all its bits of ominous cashmere, folded and tucked safely between the space of his third and fourth ribs where even he couldn’t touch it.

Because touching it was dangerous.

Acknowledging the softness that lined his insides would be sticking his hand within the garbage disposal of his emotions that would surely cut him to bits and leave him bleeding out on the floor.

Acknowledging it would mean admitting what he had known that exact moment he’d walked into that calculus class his freshman year.

That he’s completely gone for Shiro.

And not in the perfectly acceptable way that could have been rectified by a drunken night and bad decisions. In the a way that left his heart a pale imitation of Atlas holding up the weight of Shiro’s smile.

A smile that is burning a hole through his sternum as he watches the Alpha grab his beer and raise it in salute.

“To surviving Slav,” he says, sliding the words through his grin as he lowers his gaze to Keith’s pint before snapping it back up to his face. Deep within the silver there, he sees the fire of a challenge that stokes the flames within his own chest as he closes his fist around the cool glass and lifts it.

“And to being dumb enough to want to stay in aerospace engineering,” Keith replies before draining half of his beer if only for the excuse of looking away from the blinding glow of Shiro’s look.

“Who’d have thought that we would actually work well together,” Shiro hums thoughtfully as Keith resurfaces, looking him over as he wipes a lazy line along the condensation thats gathered along his own glass.

“Did we?” He asks dumbly, eyeing what’s left and calculating if he could finish it off in one more go.

The answer? Yes, yes he could.

The real question is, should he?

“I think so,” Shiro says easily, his dimple working its way further into the corner of his mouth as he watches Keith, some secret enjoyment turning his gaze bright. If Keith didn’t know better, he’d think that Shiro knows exactly what he’s thinking.

The very thought paints his cheeks red as he scoffs and rolls his eyes to the ceiling.

“That makes one of us.”

Regret hits him almost immediately as something a lot like hurt turns Shiro’s gaze downcast, pushing an awkward silence along their booth that’s painfully pointed. If he were being honest, they really had worked well together, but that isn’t really the point, is it?

No matter how well they may have worked together, it didn’t change the fact that Shiro is off limits, painted with a big fat X.

Swallowing down his apology, Keith cuts his gaze to the other bar patrons, mentally cataloguing each face that turns their way. He’ll never hear the end of it if any of the Betas catch him sharing drinks with Public Enemy No. 1.

Sighing loudly, Keith slumps further into the booth, turning his attention back to Shiro only to be met by his unwavering stare.

It’s the kind of stare that carries confidence and nonchalance, as if Shiro doesn’t care who saw them there. Though, now that Keith thinks about it, he supposes that only makes sense.

Sal’s was, for all intents and purposes, sacred ground where all rivalries were checked at the door since it was the one bar in town that didn’t look too closely at IDs. As long as no one made things difficult, they could overlook the differences in the laminated photos.

That very rule made it the kind of place where even the most vehement of enemies would be able to share a drink side-by-side.

Of course, it was also the kind of place where drunken students would input the same song in the jukebox to play for an hour straight.

At first, it had been funny. Now, it feels like an ill omen.

The song, a drinking tune made popular thanks to the 90s, kicked in once more as it listed off an obscenely long list of drinks. Keith is pretty sure that if anyone drank all of those, they’d be knocked down and definitely wouldn’t be getting back up again.

Granted, staring down the barrel of Shiro’s gunmetal eyes, he thinks he might just give it a try.

“So tell me about yourself,” Shiro’s voice is a burning ember stoked within the crashing roar of the bar patrons around them as he leans forward, gaze filled with intent as he breaks the awkward silence of their booth. It makes Keith’s heart flip a perfect 10 from the judges within his chest as he opts to throw back the last of his beer if only to buy himself a bit more time.

The smooth IPA washed down his minor panic, leaving nothing but feigned confidence in its wake as he emerged from behind the emptied glass.

“I’m not sure what else you want to know, Shirogane,” he says just as smoothly, leveling him with a careful arch of his brow as he settling back into the booth as he raised a finger with each point he made.

“I’m a Beta, I clearly like the pain of this major, and I’m the one that kicks your ass every weekend in beer pong. What more do you want to know?”

Deep lines crinkle the edges of Shiro’s almond eyes as he pulls his forearm up to rest his chin on his open palm. It makes him look younger, almost wistful.

“Shiro,” he answers, tucking his grin behind a careful sip of his beer.

“What?” Keith’s voice is a flatline as loses his train of thought to the slow drag of Shiro’s tongue along the slick liquid that coated his top lip.

“My friends call me Shiro,” the Alpha bites out, turning his smile predatory as his eyes glow with the dumbly breathless nature of Keith’s voice. Friends, was not the right word at all.

Friends, held a connotation that he never wanted a part in.

Friends, was something he wouldn’t have even wanted to be even if they hadn’t landed themselves in rival fraternities that pitted them against each other every weekend.

What Keith wanted, was something a lot stronger. He wants late nights, secret smiles and names gasped into the darkness of night.

What he wants, are early mornings, soft sunlight with softer kisses and his eggs over easy.

That, however, is a secret that he would take with him right to his grave, because Keith was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a traitor. No matter how enticing Shiro’s crescent smile and starlit eyes are.

Settling back into the careful composure of his well worn scowl, Keith lifts his glass in Shiro’s direction.

“Looks like we’re ready for something stronger.”

The words, accompanied with a wink, carry Shiro away as Keith opened his mouth around a silent protest just seconds too late. A dryness fills his throat as he watches his classmate push through the crowd, ignoring the lingering eyes as he passes until he reached the bar.

From here, Keith gets a front row seat to the snug fit of his jeans, and the way his navy henley pulls across his shoulders, the fabric set just this side of too tight in a way that would make him go weak in the knees if he was standing.

Good thing he wasn’t.

Even from behind, Keith can see the confidence that holds Shiro’s head high as he starts to speak with the bartender. He can imagine the easy smile that would work itself high in the full of his lips, drawing his cupid bow taut and deepening that damned dimple. Something dark curled itself low in his gut as he watched the bartender toss back his head with a laugh, the sound of it snatched away by the sound of Chumbawumba calling out for one Danny Boy. Light flashes off his glasses as he returns his gaze to Shiro, his own mouth split wide as he reaches beneath the bar.

Keith shaking his head as he watches, shaking the blackened thoughts from his head as he turns away, biting down on his lip until he tastes the sharp tang of blood. If he didn’t know better, he’d think the tart taste on the back of his tongue was jealousy.

Good thing he did.

A tray of shots materializes in front of him, their contents sloshing over their sides as they’re dropped unceremoniously with a clatter on the table before him, causing him to jump as Shiro pushes himself back into his side of the booth.

“Are you up for a game?” Shiro asks, the silver of his eyes muted with a dark challenge as he licks across a sharpened canine. It’s a feral move that cracks that pesky space between Keith’s ribs wide with the brambles of sticky, sharp desire. It buries itself deep into his bones, forcing the gaps further and further apart until he isn’t sure he’d be able to keep breathing.

Crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt to hold it together, Keith tilts his chin high in defiance.

“I’m always up for kicking your ass, Shirogane,” he growls, pushing the words through his gritted teeth. A storm cloud rumbles across Shiro’s face as a hungry shadow turned it hard in a fleeting moment that makes Keith’s heart race.

The air thickens between them, catching with the same static that fills the air before a tempest as they hold each others gazes over the tray of sharp smelling alcohol.

It would be something of a perfect moment if only Keith could hear something other than that damned song starting over yet again.

“What’re the rules?” He breathes, shattering the moment as Shiro shakes his head briefly, his gaze returning to their teasing shine as he reaches for the glasses between them.

“Simple,” he says with a shrug as he divvies up the shots until there are an equal amount on either side of the table. Six a piece.

Keith’s stomach turns.

“I ask a question, if you don’t want to answer, you drink. You ask a question, if I don’t want to answer, I drink.”

It’s said easily, as if it the statement isn’t filled with all the makings of a trap. Shiro was handing Keith the opportunity to make this last as long— or as short— as possible. All he needs to do, is leave all his questions unanswered.

Six shots weren’t that many in the grand scheme of things, after all.

Keith’s certain he’s done more than that before.

Granted, that night had ended in a promise that he’d never drink again.

But hey. He never said he was perfect.

“Easy enough,” he agrees against the better judgement that screamed at him in the form of a strangely Hunk shaped angel on his shoulder. Smiling all teeth, he grabs one of the shot glasses and gathers it between his palms.

He takes a vodka drink, indeed.

“I’m glad we can agree.” A small shiver dances it way down the grooves of his spine as he watched Shiro’s hand fold around his own. “And in a show of good faith, I’ll let you go first.”

Violet catches steel as they eye each other. Lightning gathers along Keith’s skin as he hums lowly in faux thought as he thumbs the lip of his shot glass.

“Why aerospace engineering?” He asks finally, reveling in the way Shiro’s eyes widen at the tameness of the question. It’s a throwaway question meant to test the waters of Shiro’s intent, and Keith is sure he’s found it in the moments of silence that pass before he pulls himself back together to offer a low chuckle as he let’s his head hang with it.

“Would you believe me if I said I just love space?” Shiro asks, open and honest before him, coloring his tone a shimmery shade with a hidden plea to leave it at that. It flushes his system with curiosity as he let’s his eyes openly roam over the Alpha as if he could pull the truth from within his mind before shrugging noncommittally.

“Don’t see why I wouldn’t.” And though he tries to play it off coolly, Keith realizes that he means it. Through the weekly competitions and their short time as essay partners, Shiro had never given him any reason to question his sincerity. It was most of the reason why his heart always seemed to batter itself against the inside of his chest whenever he was near.

Shiro’s fingers rolled the shot glass back and forth within his grasp before he spoke.

“What about you?”

Keith’s reaction is instinctual as his hand twitches around the slick glass. He knows that he should throw it down for the sake of being one shot down and a bit closer to freedom. That would be the smart thing to do.

But there’s a heat pooling in his stomach and licking the inside of his veins and he wants. He wants so badly, that he’s sure he’s going to burn with it.

More importantly, he’s sure he’d enjoy it.

“I want to be free.” The words leave his lips before he can pick them apart. They carry a weight that hangs between them as Shiro nods in understanding that stokes the flames charring his insides.

“There’s something about the idea of making it up there that sounds like the best kind of escape.”

Pausing, he drags his gaze up from the clear liquid in his glass, filling his smile with wickedness as he winks.

“And I just love space.” It earns him a bright laugh that dances over him as Shiro raises his shot toward him.

“Touché.”

“Why’d you choose the Alphas?” Keith throws out quickly once his laughter has died down, pulling his brow up in question as Shiro swallows down his shot without pause. There’s a sharp click of glass against wood as he drops it on the corner of their table with a hiss.

“Well color me intrigued,” he says with a laugh as Shiro grabs his next victim, shrugging a shoulder as he keeps his eyes down.

“I’d tell you if we were friends but apparently we aren’t.” His smile goes sharp, filled with the same bite as a wolf. It only grows more pointed as his voice dips into nonchalance.

“Which, why don’t you want to be?”

Air seizes in Keith’s throat as panic stings his edges, leaving him buzzing as he tries to swallow it down. Suddenly, the shot warming against his palm feels like bullet as he realizes taking it would only prove he had something to hide.

Though, from the way Shiro’s grin widens, he’s sure he already knows.

“You’re an Alpha,” he tries, ignoring the way his voice sounds strangled even to his own ears. Keith doesn’t even want to imagine what it sounds like to Shiro’s.

Like the confession he was hoping to avoid, maybe?

The very thought fills his throat with the bitter sting of bile.

Tsking softly, Shiro raises a finger at him and wags it slowly as he falls into mock disapproval, shaking his head in time with each hardened sound.

“That, sounds like a lie, and a lie is two shots,” he says mercilessly as he uses that same shaming finger to push another one of Keith’s shots toward him. It stares up at him, it’s clear stare reveling that of Shiro’s silver as he cuts his glance between the two before he sighs.

At the very least, Shiro is letting it go, and he’ll play by the rules if it meant being able to hide the truth beneath the acrid taste of vodka.

The first shot burns the entire way down.

“Making up rules as we go, are you?” Keith hums, not putting much force behind it as he grabs the second.

It chases the first’s flames with a kamikaze crash.

“Guess you’ll never know.” Shiro’s laugh is kindling to the fire that the vodka has already set, and Keith can feel it snapping and popping as it grows at his core. Mixed with the pleasant buzz of his first beer, there’s a happy kind of tingle that’s making his fingertips feels like lightning clouds as he palms his third shot. It bubbles up within him until he finds himself laughing as well.

He can feel the weight of Shiro’s gaze on him, but he doesn’t care, because in that moment he can pretend that maybe this is something more than two classmates celebrating the end of a partnership neither of them had even asked for.

“Who’s the guy you’re always with?” The next question comes after his laughter has dried up, and it causes him pause as he tilts his head, pulling his brows together in question.

There’s only one person that Shiro could mean, and that’s—

“Hunk?” He asks, though he supposes Shiro wouldn’t actually know. That would make the question moot, though he figures it should be anyway.

Shiro doesn’t have much of a reason to care who his friends are.

“He’s my best friend.”

Silver cuts into him, carving deep grooves into his skin as if he was trying to decide if Keith’s answer is a lie. It tickles his insides and turns his cheeks a light pink as the alcohol makes him warm beneath the stare. Suddenly, Keith wonders if maybe he does have a reason, because something about that look feels exciting.

Feels like maybe Shiro understands the way his fingers are screaming out to touch.

The corner of his mouth twitches up around a smirk as he leans forward on his forearms.

“Why, are you jealous?” He breathes. Shiro holds his gaze as he snatches up his next shot, throwing it back and baring his throat before dropping it in his shot glass graveyard.

A thrill runs through Keith that makes the edges of his vision light as he mirrors his stance and pushes himself forward against the table.

“Do you want me to be?” Shiro returns, barely hiding his smile as Keith opens his throat around another mouthful of vodka. It’s accompanied by the sound of his triumphant laughter mixed with the sweet, dulcet sounds of Tubthumping.

“Why do you want to be my friend so badly?” Keith volleys before the glass hits the wood, not even bothering to drop it by the empties.

The game had gotten interesting, and there was no point in pretense anymore.

Shining steel flicks downward as Shiro considers his words, mulling them over between the teeth he’s running over his bottom lip. And then he’s looking up and painting Keith’s vision a metallic shade as all else falls away. It leaves him feeling light, as if he’s about to float away, and now he remembers why he promised to never do shots again.

“I tried to tell you last year, you’re my type.”

He says it like a summer breeze. As if it were easy. As if it was right. As if it doesn’t set Keith ablaze and fill his lungs with smoke as he shakes his head.

“Lie, take two,” he manages as he tries to smoothly push one of Shiro’s shots toward him. Vodka spills over the side and slicks the table beneath it as he ignores it, instead smearing it along the table top as he pushes the glass further. Everything goes loud around them as Keith finds himself sinking beneath Shiro’s starlight gaze as he searches for something that only he could know.

“My turn,” Shiro’s voice is pitched low as he drops his stare to Keith’s mouth. In a brief moment of clarity, he notices the way it’s gone almost black.

“Kiss me?”

Everything stops and speeds up all at once as Keith finds himself floundering, crushed beneath the question. He should pull away.

He should laugh it off and take his shot.

He should bite back the gasp that has parted his lips.

But this is a game of what he should do, and what he does, and what Keith does, is none of the above.

Instead, he finds himself moving forward, his body propelled by the heat of Absolut and desire until he feels the unyielding pressure of Shiro’s mouth against his. It gathers the glowing heat of a star in his ribcage as they move against each other. Licking into his mouth, Keith steals the moan from Shiro’s tongue as he curls his fingers into the fabric of his shirt to hold him steady.

The new star incinerates his bone and his skin before building him back up and he’s certain he can see new universes glowing against the backs of his eyelids.

It’s too little and all to much as the room starts to burn around him, leaving a single point of clarity in the form of a heated palm against his nape.

That very palm, is the last thing Keith remembers as everything falls away into darkness, leaving nothing but the echo of that god forsaken song in its wake.

You’re never gonna keep me down.

***

Pain slices through Keith’s temple as he’s awakened by the sudden violence of his alarm going off. Eyes flying open as he pushes his way up from his bed, he grabs for the trash just to the side of his bed, managing to get it into his lap before his stomach empties its contents into the bottom of its cheap plastic.

This was it, the big one. The one where he promises to never drink again, and actually means it.

Why was he even taking shots to begin with?

Moments pass as his mind races to catch up with with his pulse that’s racing in his ears before it crashes down around him. Snippets of memory play before his eyes in dark fragments, set to a soundtrack of Chumbawumba.

There had been a strong arm wrapped around his waist that helped him stumble from the bar.

A deep laugh at some bad joke Keith had told.

A steady hand that had pressed into his chest and pushed him into his bed before pulling the covers up to his chin.

There had been the soft brush of lips against his cheek.

Keith’s breath quickens as he presses his fingertips to the crest of his cheek as if to chase the phantom sensation that burns there. Shiro had brought him home.

Shiro had tucked him into bed.

Blanching at the thought, Keith threw his legs over the edge of his bed, ignoring the tug of his blankets as they fall to the floor.

Something bright catches his vision as his eyes are pulled toward a glass on his nightstand. And beside it, two white capsules and a note.

With one hand clutching the trash can to his chest, Keith reaches for the pills, letting his fingers drag over the top of squared letters that sit beneath them. Each blue ink mark is another scar against his ribs as he reads the words.

Take this, and learn how to hold your liquor :)

He’s definitely never drinking again.

Groaning loudly, and wincing at the flare of pain it causes in his temple, Keith tosses the pills into his mouth, ignoring the water as he swallows them down dry to chase after his heart that was still rapidly beating in his throat.

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#sheith #takashi shirogane #keith kogane #voltron #the frat au #may this be a good end or beginning to your week #depending on how you like to read your calendar XD #my apologies in advance for the ridiculous flirting #it seemed like a good idea at the time

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shreyamistry · 6 years

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ooo can i have angst 18 and 26? for aiden? m!mc? if thats not too much to ask for? ily

“Do you think you could teach me that?” “I fucked up...” “Shut up and kiss me already.” “I’m dying.” “I wish I never met you.”

Aiden x M!MC (Axel Griffin)

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Summary: Aiden remembers his time with Axel, their first real connection, the time he fucked up and ruined everything, the kiss that saved them, and their final goobye. With the help of his friends Aiden accepts what happened.

Aiden stands in front of the mirror, his hands moving to the tie around his neck, that he barely had the strength to finish tying himself, his hands shaking with his thoughts and sadness. Tears building on his tear duct, as he closes them holding his breath to help steady himself from the chaos of pain and hurt that burrows deep into his chest. He couldn’t let himself fall apart, he needed to be strong for Axel.

He finishes fixing up his hair in his bathroom mirror, putting his toothbrush back into its cup, his eyes lingering on the cup, misery filling in his chest as the image in his head felt off looking at the cup. Even now his toothbrush container felt empty, and he pulls open the medicine cabinet’s mirror pulling the toothbrush in the zip-lock bag out and putting it back into the cup with his own, and everything feels normal for a few seconds.

He exits the bathroom, where his parents stand in the doorway of his bedroom, a soft comforting smile on his mother’s lips, an equally meaningful look on his father’s face who chooses to make no eye contact.

“Are you ready Aiden?”

Aiden watches Axel with curious eyes, as he sits perched at Aiden’s piano. Aiden didn’t think he could ever be ready for the moment to come, his mind hurt just thinking about the atrocity he was sure was to follow watching him play Aiden’s piano. He had already apologized to the piano for what was to come.

“You don’t have to look like you need to vomit Aiden.” Axel grins, pressing down on a key of the piano. “I’m an all natural piano player, you won’t be able to keep up.”

“I highly doubt-” Aiden falls quite as Axel starts hitting keys to obviously tune him out. He watches with slight heartache, the terrible flow and missing of notes that were clearly obvious, he couldn’t believe he let Axel talk him into this. “Please stop before you hurt both of us.”

“How would I hurt myself Aiden?” Axel asks, crossing his arms over his chest, Aiden wanted to chuckle at the cute face he made in response to Aiden’s statement, he couldn’t help himself to stop falling for Axel.

“I was speaking about the piano and me, not you.” Aiden walks over to where Axel sat, resting one hand onto the piano and one hand onto Axel’s shoulder, “You’ll get better I promise.” Aiden hoped, prayed almost, that he wasn’t lying to Axel.

“Do you think you could teach me that?” Axel looks at Aiden with a pleading smile in reference to the song on their music stand. Aiden wanted to deny the request, he definitely didn’t have time for a relationship let alone to teach a cute boy he barely knows how to play the piano. But his mouth spoke before his brain could stop him.

“Under one condition, you take it seriously,” Aiden asserts.

“Absolutely.” Axel grins, “I can do that.” Aiden nods, sitting down next to Axel, their arms brushing against each other as he leans forward to fix the music sheets in front of them, Aiden could feel himself blush pretending the moment is not happening. “Are you blushing?”

“Shush, we have work to do,” Aiden replies, still refusing to make eye contact with Axel denying him the enjoyment he wanted from watching Aiden squirm and feel blushy and nervous. He hated this feeling with all his heart, and he hated that Axel pulled it out of him so well. Aiden straightens, his posture encouraging Axel to do the same, and Axel, of course, follows his direction.

Aiden brings his hands to keys and Axel moves his hands besides Aiden’s, “Now this is the C key.” Aiden states, pushing his finger down softly onto the key, looking at Axel out of the corner of his eye, as his hand pushes down the same key after Aiden, “Now is the D key.” Aiden then pushes on the key, and Axel does the same after him. “And this is the E key.” And they both push it together, and Aiden can’t help that smile that forms on his lips afterward. “Now play the song.”

“Can you show me again?” Axel asks shyly, Aiden studies his expression softly, the confusion hiding under his typically confident demeanor, his eyes wide staring at all the keys that Aiden showed him, with a huff Aiden places his hands on top of Axel’s leading him through the first part of the song, it’s awkward and there are pauses that shouldn’t be there. He can’t help but notice how soft Axel’s hands are, and how warm they are to the touch, or how much he enjoys holding them even if he feels he shouldn’t. “Thanks, Aiden.”

Aiden smiles holding the door open for Maria who walks into the building before them, her face shaded with sadness that hurt Aiden to see, even if he and Maria weren’t the best of friends he still genuinely cared about her. “This is all so weird.” Maria’s hands pressing her black dress down, smoothing out the forming wrinkles.

Aiden knows what she means, he doesn’t quite know how to acknowledge it or accept it, but he puts a smile on his face resting a hand on Maria’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay.” The best comfort he could offer her right now, he was fairly new to the comforting emotions as he held very few friends before meeting Axel.

“Yeah, I knoww you’re right, but still.” Maria lets out a sigh, turning her eyes towards Aiden and he nods in agreement, he completly undertstands the feeling. She seems grateful the nods of agreement, maybe she felt weird about feeling it as well. ”I’ll save you and Myra a seat, I just need to use the restroom.” Maria smiles, and Aiden pulls his hand from her shoulder, letting it fall back into his pocket, giving her a soft nod as she excuses herself to the restroom, Aiden walks around for a while finding a place with no people, he finds a staircase leading to an upper floor coming to a stop in a small room with a piano sitting inside, his eyes feeling heavy all of a sudden.

He approaces the piano and sits down on the bench. Brushing a tear off his cheek, pushing his lips into a straight thin line to stop himself from crying.

“Aiden, are you okay?”

Axel sits in Aiden’s car watching him, Aiden rests his head in his hands his elbows resting on the steering wheel, Axel’s voice is soft and he refuses to leave the car even though they’ve been sitting outside his house for twenty minutes. Aiden wasn’t okay, but he didn’t know how to tell Axel that.

“I fucked up…” Aiden admits, with a burdening sigh. He watches Axel for a few hesitant seconds, his face crinkling in confusion at Aiden’s word, he knew the statement was fairly ominous, but he couldn’t bring the words out of him as he had wished.

“What do you mean?” Axel’s voice is soft and comforting and Aiden doesn’t deserve the kindness offered to him by Axel, he watches Axel shift in his seat facing Aiden more, his hand falling on Aiden’s back rubbing in soothing circles. “You can tell me Aiden, I’m your boyfriend, you can always trust me.”

“It was me.” Aiden replies hesitantly, leaning up to face Axel. “I lied when I said someone stole my password, I told Cameron the audition was postponed.” He waits for the anger, the response anything, but he looks over and sees the tears forming in Axel’s eyes, as he nods softly. “I’m very sorry.”

“Why’d you do it?” Axel asks, his voice straining. “Did you not think I was good enough to win it myself?”

“Axel, it wasn’t like that.”

“Clearly it was since I didn’t win the solo anyway. You didn’t even believe in me and I do nothing but believe in you and this is the thanks I get? I can’t even fathom why you thought this was okay.”

“I didn’t want you to feel like a failure if you got the second chair instead of first for the solo.” Aiden admits, and he can see the hurt in Axel’s face.

“So you didn’t believe in me.” Axel nods with resonating silence following Aiden after the statmenet. The air around them felt tense and strong, Aiden bites down into his lower lip to keep himself from making this worse.

“Are we okay?” Aiden regrets saying it as soon as he does, but he couldn’t tell if Axel wanted to break up with him in that moment or not.

“I need to go Aiden.” Axel pushes open the car door before Aiden can stop him and he’s already walking up the steps to his house, Aiden feels his heart beat faster in his chest watching him enter his house without even looking back and he knows he fucked up big time. There was no coming back from that.

His phone chimes a few seconds later.

I’m here if you need to talk

Aiden smiles softly at Myra’s offer, he’d thought of taking her up on it later, but at that moment he was ready to stop talking about it. Everyone always wanted to talk about their feelings lately, and he grew tired of it, he knew Axel would scold him if he found out Aiden was bottling up his feelings yet again but talking just means hurting in Aiden’s book.

“That’s very kind of you to offer.” He smiles pleasantly at her.

“Formalities.” Myra jokes, she takes Aiden’s arm into her own. “Everyone from Berry is here. Even most of Hearst, can you believe that?”

“I can.” Aiden asserts, and he can. For today he can believe that most of Berry and Hearst are here for Axel, after all the time, energy, love, and aggression he poured into the two schools, it was no wonder they all came to celebrate. “I even saw Max and Kara outside.”

“I did too, can you believe Max and Kara?”

Aiden rolled his eyes, watching Max and Kara walk around like they owned Prom and were already voted Prom King and Queen, he didn’t believe for a split second that they would win when they were up against Mia and Axel, Kara and Max lacked so much compared to his junior companions.

“Not surprising,” Maria shrugs, “I’ve heard worse stories from Jade about last year’s prom.”

“Yeah, they totally pushed some poor girl down the stairs so she wouldn’t be able to attend prom. Could be a myth, but how would you explain the clear frontrunner magically disappearing?” Jade shrugs, “Not to mention they were last seen with her.”

“I hate that.” Axel laughs breathlessly, Aiden watching him with curious eyes. “Who cares if they win, I don’t need a crown to know I’m lucky enough to have great friends like all of you.” Aiden can see him purposely not look at him, and it makes him feel sad again, he hoped that Axel could forgive him before Prom, he wanted to share the occasion with him, he was the only reason Aiden choose to attend.

“Let’s hit the dance floor. I’m ready to show off my moves.” Everyone turns their attention to Luis, Emma giggling at him with a handful of their friends as well.

“I’ll stay here and watch your belongings.” Aiden comments, getting a few thank you in response from a few of the girls who brought purses that they left on the table. Aiden twiddles his thumbs sitting by himself, the catchy music playing around them, before he notices Axel falling into the chair next to him. “Axel.”

Axel smiles softly, “Aiden.”

“I’m so-”

“Shut up and kiss me already.” Axel grins, leaning in close to Aiden. Aiden smiles in response, resting his hand on the back of Axel’s neck pulling him in close, his lips pushing against Axel’s softly, his body feeling a brand new warmth that’s left him over the last few weeks that he and Axel were apart. Axel pulls away slightly breathless, “God did I miss that.” Aiden chuckles in response. “Also, Jade was not lying. I got triped after school today and rolled my ankle. Mia told me not to come into school today on top of it.”

“That’s why she wasn’t in homeroom.” Aiden nods, getting a laugh from Axel.

“Thanks for coming.”

Aiden smiles at Scott, who pulls him into a hug, normally Aiden would not accept hugs from his friends' parents, but he knew Scott could use a hug at the moment. Having to deal with everything by himself, Axel’s mother long passed away when he was younger. “Of course, I wouldn’t miss this, Mr. Griffin.”

“Please stop calling me, Mr. Griffin, Aiden. Just call me Scott.” Aiden notices the smile on his face as he pulls away, but the sadness in his eyes tells a different story, as he hugs Myra next and thanks her for coming. “I asked them to save you and your friends a row up front. You’re welcomed to say a few words if you’d like.”

“Thank you, Scott.” Myra smiles, Aiden’s grateful for her being there so he doesn’t have to form words at the moment, not knowing if they’d even come out. He excuses himself to go talk to other people walking through the door, as Myra and Aiden head off towards the section where Sydney, Michael, Maria, and Emma already sat. They approach the teary-eyed group, everyone exchanging glances, he never saw Michael look so sad in his entire life of knowing him.

“I miss Axel.” Sydney nods, leaning her head on Maria’s shoulder, who wraps her arm around her comfortingly. Emma leans against Sydney too, her face flushed with tears, Aiden assumes she stays silent so she doesn’t completly break down.

Michael rubs his hand soothingly against her arm, as comfortingly as he can. “I’m angry about all of this.”

Aiden watches Axel sit up in his bed in the hospital room, looking around at all the fancy equipment plugged into Axel, a few machines beeping in response to the sudden movement, Aiden’s eyes landing on the bandana tied around Axel’s head. “I’m so fucking fed up with all these fucking machines, Aiden.”

“I’m sorry, Axel.” Aiden approaches the bed, sitting down on the edge of it, looking up at him with sad eyes. “Can I get you anything?”

“I’m dying, Aiden, there’s literally nothing you can do for me.” He growls, and Aiden shrinks inside of himself, he knows Axel doesn’t mean it entirely, he’s just angry about everything that’s happening to him and around him. “I wish I never met you, sometimes.”

That hurts Aiden, he didn’t want Axel to grow to regret their relationship, but he could understand completely why Axel felt the way he did, or at least he tried to tell himself so. “I’m happy we met.”

“Why? We never even got a future we planned, we both didn’t get to go to college together, follow our dreams together, we have a broken relationship.” Axel sighs, falling backward into his bed. Aiden rests his hand on Axel’s knee giving him a gentle reassuring smile.

“Because you’ve made me happier than anyone in my entire life, Axel,” Aiden admits, he watches Axel's face grow sad, a lingering look on his face as Aiden continues to talk. “You’ve helped me to realize there is more to life than just music. You taught me to love, make friends, be open.” Aiden admits.

“And I’m already abandoning you.”

“No, you’re not. You can get through this surgery, and even if you don’t, I never for one second ever would regret the life we shared even if it was only for 2 years.” Aiden leans forward, resting his forehead against Axel’s. “I’ll never stop loving you, Axel.” He places a gentle lingering kiss on Axel’s lips.

“Thanks for everything Aiden.”

Aiden says the same last words he hears leave Axel’s lips before he went into the surgery that would save his life if it worked, sadly he fell victim to the fifty-fifty life and death rate of the surgery. Aiden stands at his casket looking down at his lover, peacefully resting in the casket, his beautiful features still just as beautiful when he was alive. “Thanks for everything Axel,” Aiden says one last time, wiping away the tears rolling down his face. Myra comes up beside him nudging him with her arm, a sweet smile.

“You were a great boyfriend to him Aiden.”

And it finally hurt as he falls into Myra’s arm, supporting himself on her much smaller frame. And he was the best boyfriend he could be to Axel, and he would have been the best husband he could have been if Axel lived through this surgery.

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