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plush-rabbit · 4 years

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Love Bites

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A/N: I love this demon so much,,, I wanna touch the horns (and tiddies)(*´﹃｀*)

Mammon loves his brothers. How could he not? They’re his cute, lovable little brothers and then there’s Lucifer, the big brother who he absolutely adores. Who he quite literally followed him into the depths of hell. Of course, he’ll never say it out loud unless he was forced to but he does- the love and admiration for them is and will always be there.

But even he has his limits.

They're all so close to you, constantly nuzzling into your side and holding your hand, dragging you away for a cuddle-slash-nap session. It’s insulting to him. More than usual. He’s your first- he gets to have the say on who and how you spend your time with. He’s Mammon. Second most powerful of the brothers and the Avatar of Greed. And here he is, arms empty because Asmo quite literally snatched you out of his arms and carried you off to his room while he ignored the cries of protest from him.

He’s had a long week and all he wanted to do was spend the last day of the weekend with you but he can’t even do that. He just wants you. That’s all he wanted- to take your time and have it for himself.

He can feel his greed take over, his hands curling and pupils dilated with want and take.

His steps are quick and he doesn’t bother to knock when he enters, door bouncing off the wdor stopper and he can hear the hiss of an insult and a threat to tell Lucifer. Azure eyes darken as they glance over you: Asmo is above you, straddling you and his hand cups your face while the other rests next to an opened makeup palette.

“Ugh! You already had your time with them! Plus I want to doll them up a bit,” the younger brother huffs, champagne colored hair delicately framing his face while he pouts.

His little brother can throw his fit, can beg and fight as if he were a child all over again, but the only thing in Mammon’s mind right now is his greed, the avaricious feeling inside of him that’s threatening to take form as he plops you over his shoulder and stalks his way to your room where he tosses you on the bed.

You yelp first and then giggle, straightening out your hair that was ruffled in the process. “Mammon,” you giggle out his name, sitting up on the bed. You look at him where he has his back turned to you, a hand clamped over his face and the aura around him darkens, magic bursting and bubbling and the hair on your arms stand on end. “Mammon dear, you all right?”

“You’re always so close to them.” His words are muffled through his hand but you can hear the bitterness in his voice.

“I don’t mean to be.” You throw your legs over the edge of your bed and watch him with careful eyes. “Are you mad at me?” You raise yourself on your forearms and watch him.

“‘Course not.” His reply is curt and he rolls his shoulders, loud popping sounds fill the room and a part of you trembles in fear while the other in excitement.

“Then?” You lay back on the bed and you’re thankful that you wore a skirt, legs parting open.

“You forgot who I am.”

“I could never Mammon.” You lose your breath with the simple sentence, desire taking over and when he stiffens his shoulders, you’re certain that he smells it too. You let your head fall back and you sigh.

He can smell your lust, and when he turns around, his horns protrude from his crown and his wings flutter and they spread wide, ruffling themselves and slowly, they come to a close behind him.

His legs hit the bed, and tongue peeks out to lick his lips. Watching you, he bends over, his hands toying with the bottom of your shirt. You squirm under his touch and he smiles softly. In a quick motion, your shirt is lifted and stuffed into your mouth. Your back arches and you whine, words muffled through the fabric that darkens with your spittle.

Warm hands run up your torso, washing over your belly and his fingers hook into the cups of your bra; long, nimble fingers peek inside and white painted nails ghost over your hardening nipples. You bend towards his touch, your eyes half lidded, glazed over with want and he pulls his hands away from you, dipping them towards the middle of you and mutters an apology. In a quick movement your bra is torn off of your body, ripped threads are tossed to the side and your brows furrow in anger.

“Tch. I’ll get you a new one.” His teeth peek behind his grin, sharp canines that could break your skin make you twitch in anticipation. “Think of it as payback for letting Asmo take you.” Your breasts bob, nipples pebbled and goosebumps trail across your skin.

Your skirt is pulled down, the fabric scratching and pulling at your skin as it falls to the floor. He kicks it off the side and his hand covers your heat, fingers drumming along the entrance and you breath deeply, your arms bent and creating a mock halo around your head.

“Mammon, don’t tease,” you plead, words garbled and broken.

“You really don’t have any authority right now,” he says quietly, his fingers hooking into the side of your underwear and stretching it to watch your sex that drips with arousal. “‘S a real nice pussy.” You squirm with his words and your face burns with his bold words. He’s never been shy to tell you what he thought while fucking you but even now you still aren’t used to it. “You’re gonna take my cock, right?” You nod your head. “Yeah, I know you are.”

He grabs himself, and presses the tip of his cock on your clit, swiping it up and down, eliciting a shuddering breath from you. His warmth leaves you and a whine sounds in the back of your throat that’s overshadowed by a loud spit sound.

“Did you-”

“Spit on your pussy?” His eyes widen and he bats his eyelashes in a mock innocent fashion. “Yeah.” He gives you a smug grin and with a breath, he presses himself inside of you.

His length stretches your walls. His tip is enough to make you cover your mouth through your shirt, a gargle cry when he pushes himself inside, the base bulging out, a sharp sting where you kick your legs out and breath harshly through your nose.

“Work through it baby.” He starts moving slowly, his face flushes and the cocky grin remains. “Remember how god it feels. How you’re being stretched out and fucked.” His thumbs circles your clit, pushing the bundle of nerves around. “Just like that baby.” He glances down and meets your eyes. “Fuck doll, I’m gonna cum inside of you.” Your hips jerk upwards. “Is that what you want?” He breathes sharply through gritted teeth. “Want me to fill up your pussy? Breed you like the bitch you are? Huh?” His pace quickens and he bites his bottom lip. “Fuck,” he spits out.

His hand pushes through your shirt and it drags against your teeth as it’s pulled out. A hand is wrapped around your throat, palm pressing down and fingers pressing deep on the sides of your neck. You make a choking sound, and your face grows a deep hue, tears springing in your eyes while you tighten around him.

“Fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth, rutting against you. “Would ya look at that? Fuckin’ tight. You’re gonna swallow me whole aren’t ya? You fuckin’ slut.”

His words make you whine, your cunt squeezing him with every word and noise that slips past his lips. He thrusts inside of you, his thickness twitching with every movement in your gummy walls. His grip is tight and your body seizes around him, holding him tight while black spots fill your vision and the little air that you have left depletes, and you claw at him, begging for air, choked gasps leaving your mouth.

His head lowers to your shoulder and his grip on you loosens, sweet air filling your lungs again and you gasp for it, greedily taking it in. You rasp his name, croaking it out only to cry when his teeth pierce through your skin, his own moans muffled into your shoulder. He laps at the wounds, tongue swirling and when he rises again to look at you, a drop of scarlet stains his lips. You quiver underneath him and he gives you a smug grin before dipping his head back down his teeth marking your neck with love bites.

“Bend your legs,” he whispers against your ear, placing a wet kiss on your neck. He gives you an appreciative bite when you do as you're told. You whimper at the angle, he hits at your cervix, little cries that are muted when his lips mesh into yours.

His wings expand, the ends twitching and a shiver runs up his spine and spreads throughout his wings. Your hands shake as they reach up and grab at his horns. Your curls your fists around, thumbs brushing against the twirls and he purrs at feeling.

You cry his name and he urges you to continue. His name leaving your lips is music to his ears. A heavenly grace that he has experienced in such a long time and he wants to melt into your touch, to coo and purr into your neck, to feel the warmth that you emit. But when he smells a scent that isn't from qhim nor you, he growls and slams his hips into you. Your breasts bounce and hands leave his horns and slide down his face and onto his chest. You cup his chest, fingers pressing into him and grazing over the white tattoos that adorn him.

A sharp sting rings through your clit and makes you jerk, crying out a mess of his name. He huffs and his wings move towards you, the bat-like wing fluttering and ghosting over your leg, curling inward when they make contact with your skin.

“Fucking demons getting near you,” his teeth are bared, teeth glistening and deadly, “you’re mine. All mine and if I have to put you in a collar and leash, I fuckin’ will.” His words are rushed, spitting out as he moves inside of your velvety walls. “Maybe then they’d all learn their place and stay the fuck away.”

You mewl at his words, eyes misty as he gives another slap to your sensitive pearl. He’s pitiless with his slaps, making sure that you cry, every slap increasing in intensity and making your toes curl while he edges closer to his high.

His hands slip between yours and he pinches hardly at your nipples, twisting them in hand as you arch your back and loll out your tongue. You clench tighter around him, pulling taut on his cock and you beg for release from him.

“Gonna fill you with my cum babe. Let all those demons fuckin’ smell me on you. Your tits are gonna be full of milk and fuck, every” he pushes himself deeper in you, “last demon,” he breaths hot air onto your collarbone, spit dribbling past his mouth and coating you, “is gonna know you belong to me.” He pushes himself deep in you and his cock twitches and jerks. He keeps his head down, feeling your orgasm wash over him and spill out of you; his own cock squirting his seed into you, his shaft plunged deep as to not let a single drop go to waste. He whispers out your name, and slowly, he pulls back, hissing at the sensitivity and your hands fall from his chest and rest over yours that bloom a shade deeper due to his previous abuse. When his seed threatens to spill, he plunges his digits inside and pats at your hips when you tense and close your legs. He wipes the excess of his load on your inner thighs and gives a chaste kiss to your twitching pearl.

With a shaky hand, you touch your neck and whine at the contact. “Mammon, you left marks.”

“Maybe it’ll make everyone back off.” He tosses you a grin and with a pop of his neck, his horns and wings disappear. “They make you look cute anyways.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m glad you enjoy them at least.”

He gives your thigh a sharp slap. “Damn right I do.”

#om mammon x reader #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #mammon #i wanna touch his horns and tiddies #dia is the ultimate goal

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honibee-arts · 4 years

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dramatic villain nie huaisang and hero jiang cheng? maybe nie huaisang flirts with the hero while jiang cheng is kinda horny but has a duty to fulfill?

Just a warning this gets a little steamy but its a kind of pan to the window vibe. I will mark this as NSFWish text to be safe though.

"Jie, I don't think I can get all of these people out of here in time.” Jiang Cheng panted into his headset, holding the crumbling ceiling up with one arm, watching the people run out.

He heard his sister sigh, her manicured nails clicking against her keyboard.

“Lightbearer and Moonbeam should be on the scene in the next two minutes.” she replied.

“Jie, I don’t have two minutes. This building is going to collapse in the next thirty fucking seconds.”

“A-Cheng, language.”

“I’m holding up a building, I don’t even have super strength. I’m gonna die like this. Can’t you tell them to hurry up?” He grit his teeth. He’s going to have a fucking hernia and broken bones after this shit, and he was going to make that stoic asshole Lightbearer pay for his goddamn medical bills. He probably had more than enough money.

“They’re going as fast as they can, A-Cheng.”

“And your boyfriend couldn’t come and help?”

“A-Xuan’s taking A-Ling today so you could patrol, remember?”

“It’s hard to remember when I’m being crushed.”

Jiang Cheng widened his stance, pushing the crumbling ceiling back up with both hands, growling in pain. Black spots began to gather in his vision, his static flickering across his visor from the strain on his suit.

“We’ll take it from here, thank you, Violet Spider.” Came Moonbeam’s firm yet gentle tone, taking the weight literally off of Jiang Cheng’s shoulders.

“About fucking time.” He wheezed, taking a deep breath as his arms dropped by his sides, wincing in pain.

“Would appreciate some gratitude.” Lightbearer huffed petulantly as he helped his brother carefully lift the falling ceiling back up, holding it there in an eerie white glow.

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes as the remaining people rushed past them, scrambling to get out of there as quickly as possible. Jiang Cheng didn’t blame them in their haste, not one bit. He didn’t like being the one to hold that shit up.

“Are you alright, A-Cheng?” His sister asked in his earpiece, the display on his visor recalibrating.

“Yeah, yeah. Just. Exhausted...” he stood back and caught his breath.

“I’ll make sure to have some lotus rib soup for you when you get home, A-Cheng. I’ll check over your injuries too.”

“A-Jie, you don’t need to do that.”

“Aiya, hush. It’s nothing. I’ll check what the damages are to your suit too.”

“A-Jie...”

“No buts, A-Cheng.”

He sighed and looked down, his hair falling over his visor as he stared at the rubble beneath his feet.

“I’m going to have the longest goddamn nap in history after this.”

“You deserve it, A-Cheng.” A-Jie hummed. “Thank you, A-Xuan.” she said softly, sipping what Jiang Cheng assumed was a cup of tea handed to her by her boyfriend.

In his visor, purple warning symbols flared up in his periphery.

“A-Cheng-”

“On it.” He said as he spotted a flare of green a few blocks away. Gritting his teeth against the ache in his arms, Jiang Cheng jumped up onto the wall of the nearest building, scaling it as quickly as possible and sprinting across the rooftops.

Sometimes, only sometimes, Jiang Cheng hated this fucking job. Sure, he could have a normal 9-5 job and earn a stable income, but no, he just had to be born the son of Yunmeng’s protector and inherit her powers and mantle, along with a load of fucking pressure. He just had to have been trained intensely by his mother, day in and day out from the second his powers manifested at 11. He just had to have had the heroes instinct and the motto of “Attempt the impossible” drummed into him since he was a child.

As much as he wanted to push back against his instinct to protect in favour of his exhaustion sometimes, he couldn’t stop himself.

The blasts led him to the Jin Corporation office building in Yunping, only a half mile from the crumbling building he was just almost crushed under.

“A-Jie, the source is coming from the Jin Corp. offices in Yunping.”

“Mm. I saw. The building that you were just in was a Jin owned business too.” She replied thoughtfully.

“Does your boyfriend know anything about someone that might have been slated by his father? Cousin maybe?”

“Nothing. I know Jin Guangyao had a complicated relationship with Red Blade. There were rumours about him having something to do with his retirement.”

‘Retirement’ had been a delicate way of putting what happened to Red Blade. When Jiang Cheng had first come onto the hero scene, Red Blade had taken him under his wing. He had been something of an older brother figure, despite being the protector of Qinghe rather than Yunmeng.

He had been familiar with Jiang Cheng’s abilities, having also been mentored by Jiang Cheng’s predecessor. Everyone knew and respected Red Blade. His super strength and speed was matched by none, in his prime he could leap a building in a single bound and punch a meteor out of the sky without so much as a single scratch. With all that power however, came a price. Red Blade had been prone to feral rages which were difficult to pull him out of, very few people could. Moonbeam seemed to be the only one beside whoever was in his ear all the time who could do it.

About six months ago, Red Blade had disappeared for three days. Moonbeam had found him snarling and bleeding from his eyes, his right arm severed and his eyes white. How Red Blade had survived, Jiang Cheng had no idea. After a few weeks in a medically induced coma, Red Blade had announced his retirement and hung up his mantle for good. Only Moonbeam was said to know what had happened to him following his retirement. There was sometime unspoken between those two that Jiang Cheng couldn’t quite figure out but stank of probably resolved sexual tension.

“Shit!” Jiang Cheng cursed, narrowly avoiding a blast of green energy, rolling onto the nearest roof and ducking for cover.

“A-Cheng.” A-Jie chided.

“Like you didn’t say worse when you were being shot at.” Jiang Cheng argued, sending a bolt of violet lighting back.

“Back in the day, I didn’t run my mouth like a sailor, A-Cheng.”

“I bet you don’t miss this part of heroing, huh?”

“There are times I am grateful I took a permanent maternity leave, yes.” She replied. “A-Cheng! On your left! Someone’s coming your way, and its not anyone on the Lotus servers. Be on your guard.”

Jiang Cheng nodded and raised his hackles as a a figure cloaked in blinding green energy floated onto the building, their black heels clicking against the concrete roof. As soon as the figure was close enough, Jiang Cheng shot a bolt of lightning in their direction, yet, to his horror, it was deflected easily.

“Come on out little spider, I won’t hurt you.” The figure said.

Jiang Cheng swallowed thickly and stepped out, hackles still raised.

“Aiya, so defensive. Put your arms down so I can see your pretty face. I won’t try anything.” Jiang Cheng slowly lowered his arms but kept his guard up, stance firm. “So stubborn. That’s better though, hello handsome.”

The figure was slender, androgynous with long, dark hair that shone in their eerie green glow and flowed behind them in the wind, their eyes afire with the energy that seemed pulse from their entire being, almost drawing Jiang Cheng in like a moth to a particularly deadly yet hard to resist flame. Their body was wrapped in a skin-tight leather-like substance with mesh panels, leaving even less to the imagination, half of their face obscured by a mask that started at the neck and wrapped around his mouth and nose.

Jiang Cheng swallowed thickly, ready to burst into action whenever necessary.

“And what should I call you?” Jiang Cheng said steadily.

“Well, I go by he/him pronouns, but I do quite like it when sexy men like you call me beautiful.” He giggled, bouncing on his heels a little. “Binary terms are horseshit anyway, gender is a social construct.”

“Not what I meant but. I don’t like misgendering people. Even if they’re tearing up half the fucking city. So. Thanks.”

“Well, I haven’t really given myself a name yet.” The man hummed, snapping open one of the fans in his hand and fluttering it lightly. “Kinda just wanted to do one thing and hang up the whole thing I guess.”

“And you wanted to what, not get caught?”

“Well, something of the sort.”

“And you assumed you could do this tearing up half the city looking like a green lava lamp dressed like a hooker?”

“A-Cheng! Be nice!”

“Yes, listen to your sister, A-Cheng.”

“How do you know that!” Jiang Cheng snapped, his hands sparking.

“Whoa, whoa, easy hot stuff, I mean you and your family no harm. You have your headset on way too loud and everyone can hear you saying A-Jie so. Go figure.”

“Alright... I’ll be more mindful in the future.”

“He seems genuine, A-Cheng. I’m going to log off for now, but I’ll keep an eye on your vitals and see if you seem like you need help.”

“Alright...” He heard the line go quiet, her lotus icon in the corner of his visor going totally transparent.

“Is it just us?” The man asked.

“Yeah. Just us. So. What the fuck is your deal?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“The Jin corporation have fucked plenty of innocent people over, but there are also innocent people in that tower you’re trying to destroy.”

“They’re collateral. I’ve accepted those losses.” The man said, his demeanour turning cold suddenly.

“Are you fucking crazy?”

“You wouldn’t understand my motivations.” The man turned around and stared ahead at the slowly burning building ahead of them.

“Ugh, what is it with villains and cryptic bullshit? I can’t let you wreck the fucking building, okay?”

“Watch me.”

Jiang Cheng lunged and grabbed his arm, earning a blast of green energy to his solar plexus that sent him staggering. Today was not his day.

“If you want a fight, then fine.” The man said, rolling his shoulders. “I’m just sorry I’ll have to kick that glorious ass of yours.”

Jiang Cheng felt his cheeks flush.

“Oh please, the spandex doesn’t hide shit.” The man said before lunging at Jiang Cheng.

Yeah, okay. This was a day Jiang Cheng really hated his fucking job. His muscles screamed with exhaustion as the man tackled him to the roof, straddling him and pinning his arms above his head. Maybe he was tired and his resolve was slipping, or maybe he had been rocking a semi for a fair amount of the fight and could admit this man was fucking hot despite his different side of the law.

The tightly coiled strength in his deceivingly slender limbs forced Jiang Cheng down as he straddled his lap. As he brushed his groin, Jiang Cheng let out a slight groan.

“Hold on,” The man said, sitting back. “Are you hard? Does fighting me turn you on?”

“Sh-Shut up! Are we gonna fight or not?!” He struggled under his grip.

Fuck, okay. The man was right. This was humiliating. Why does he enjoy this?

“I dunno, do you want some help with that?” The man purred, his long, thick lashes fanning over his cheeks as he leaned in closer, shifting his hips ever so slightly and earning another groan from Jiang Cheng.

“Are you crazy? I’m meant to be fighting you!”

“I know but, I kinda like this vibe we have going. Do you?”

Jiang Cheng bit his lip and looked away, nodding.

“I need a verbal yes.”

“You care about that?”

“I’m an anarchist not a monster, damn. Answer me.”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“I... I like... this.”

“And is it a yes that you consent to this rooftop encounter?”

“C’mon I already said-”

“Yes or no spider. I won’t take that horseshit for an answer.”

“... Yes. I would like you to. Help me out.”

“Good,” he hummed, hooking a black gloved finger in his mask and tugging it down, revealing soft, pink lips pulled into a suggestive smirk. “I’m glad to be of service.” and he leaned down to press his lips to Jiang Cheng’s.

#sangcheng #jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #nie huaisang #mdzs #cql #cheng qing ling #the untamed #mo dao zhu shi #ship prompts #nsfwi-sh text #my shitty writing

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friendship-ended-with-pokespe · 4 years

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Kirby: The Great Bandits, Squeak Squad Appears! Chapter 2

The temple was way more vast than the pair had imagined. There were a few forked roads along the way, but Kirby continued on without the slightest hesitation. There isn't a single trap. (Maybe there aren't any traps no matter which direction you take. The traps might have been all broken since this temple is way too old......)

That is how Waddle Dee felt. At last, the pair found their way to the innermost chamber. It was a hall with a large altar. A strange sculpture is placed as if they are guarding the altar. It has an impressiveness where it feels like it could start moving at any moment even with it being destroyed. Waddle Dee became scared stiff and began to tremble. “Hey, let’s hurry up and go back......this place gives me the creeps......” “I said it's all right, since I'm here.” At that moment, Kirby spotted something curious. Something similar to a soft cushion is on the altar. In which, something circular and white is placed on it. “Look, Waddle Dee!” “W-What is it!? Did something come out!?” “No! Look at that......what do you think it is?” Kirby already leaps onto the altar as he speaks. “That's dangerous, Kirby!” “Take a look, Waddle Dee. This is an egg.” “Huh? ......An egg?” “Yup! It’s a really huge egg!” Waddle Dee also climbs up the altar nervously. It was just as Kirby said. A white egg is placed on something similar to a cushion. It was about the same size as Kirby and Waddle Dee.

“It really is......I wonder what egg it is?” “A bird! It’s bound to be from a bird!” “It's my first time seeing an egg this large......” “Let’s try it!” Kirby jumped about and shouted. “Eh......!? Eat......this?” “Uh-huh! We could make an extra-large fried egg!” “B-But you don't even know what egg it is......” “Do you think a fried egg would work? Or boiled? Or maybe scrambled?” “Still, Kirby, if you do something like that on your own......” “Don't worry, Waddle Dee! If it's fire you're concerned about, I have it!” Kirby puffed out small balls of fire. “It’s a good thing I copied the ‘Fire’ ability~! Am I a genius or what!?” “J-Just a minute, Kirby......” “But there aren’t any pots or frying pans here, huh. I got it! I’ll bring the egg back and cook it in a kitchen at Castle Dedede!” There was no time for Waddle Dee to stop him. Kirby lifted the egg about his size while staggering. -And, at that moment: Something fell from above. “Eh......?” Kirby was wide-eyed without knowing what had happened. What fell is a large iron cage. Kirby got locked up in the cage! “Kirby!” Waddle Dee was aghast. He rushed over to the cage and called out from the gaps in the iron mesh. “A-Are you alright!?” “Y......Yeah......what is this?” “It's a trap! A trap where a cage would fall if one were to lift the egg!” Waddle Dee was in a panic. “What should we do, Kirby......!” “No biggie! I'll get out at once!” Laying down the egg, Kirby tried to lift up the iron cage. Of course, Waddle Dee also gave a helping hand. The cage is frighteningly heavy, however. It wasn't budging even with both of their strengths combined. “......For a case like this, I should have copied ‘Cutter,’ not ‘Fire.’ I could simply cut this cage if I had Cutter......” It was when Kirby hung his head downheartedly. The surroundings suddenly became dark. A shrill voice with a sound of flapping was then heard from high above. “You fell for the trap, eh!? You scoundrel!” “Huh......?” Kirby and Waddle Dee looked up in surprise. In their eyes, a blue lightning could be seen striking. “A......Ahhhhhh!” That wasn't lightning, but an enormous bird. It has razor-sharp beak and talons. A beautiful crest is on its head, and its large round eyes were blazing like flames. The bird swooped down towards Waddle Dee. “Wahhh~!” Having leaped aside in a hurry, Waddle Dee tumbled down from the altar. The bird glared at Kirby inside the cage and said in satisfaction. “You're an associate with those chaps the other day, yeah? I knew they'd come again. Good thing I laid the trap.” “The other day......?” “I won't let you off easily this time. I'll show you a world of pain so that you don't think of going after the baby ever again!” Holding it in its beak, the bird pulled the cord hanging on the edge of the altar. The heavy iron cage was pulled up that easily. Kirby would feel at ease for only a brief moment. The bird turned around and spread its wings.

The bird’s body may be blue, but just its wings were pure white. Just like the clouds floating on the blue sky. Kirby was captivated by that beauty. “Whoa, so pretty......it’s so soft and white like whipped cream!” “This is your punishment, you scoundrel!” “Wha......? Hang on a sec......” “Prepare yourself!” With a thud, the bird moved its wings and was about to soar up. However: “......Ugh.” The bird lowered its wings with a groan. Its large body is shivering. It appeared to be enduring pain. “......What’s wrong? Are you okay?” When Kirby asked, the bird made a stern look and yelled. “Don't come closer, you scoundrel!” “We’re not bad guys! What's wrong? Where does it hurt?” “It’s nothing!” Looking up from below the altar, Waddle Dee said in a worried manner. “Hey......isn't your leg injured by any chance?” “Be quiet!” The bird uttered in a threatening manner. However, Kirby also noticed. Its feet have been unnaturally bent. “This is bad......does it hurt......? Are you alright......?” “Humph! This much is noth......ing......ugh.” The bird tried to put on a brave front, but still seemed to be in pain. “If you don’t treat it......” “Hmph! Saying that, you'll make me lower my guard and run off with the boy, yeah? I won't let you do that! Get out!” Shouting in a shrill voice, the bird flapped its wings and soared up. A wind arose, strong enough for both Kirby and Waddle Dee to stagger involuntarily. Struck by the wind, the egg tottered. The bird stopped flapping in a hurry, but it was too late. The egg rolled down from the altar. “Ahhhhh!” “This is bad!” Kirby jumped down from the altar in haste, where Waddle Dee screamed and ran up to it. The two reach out and catch the egg! Because they were so absorbed in it, the pair bumped their heads against each other, but it’s no big deal. “We made it!” “Thank goodness!” Kirby and Waddle Dee both held the egg, and looked up at the bird. The bird folded its wings and let out a deep sigh. “Ahh, what on earth have I done......!” “The egg is OK. What a relief!” “......You people.” The bird inclined her head in confusion and looked down at the pair. “To have saved the boy......so you guys aren't partners with those jerks the other day?” “I have no idea of these fellows the other day. Today is our first time dropping in.” “I see......” The bird bowed to the two. “I’m sorry. I thought you guys were for sure comrades with those guys and said a lot of awful things......but that wasn't the case, huh. Thank you for saving the boy.” “Who are the guys the other day?” “They’re a gang of scoundrels after the boy.” The bird had a stern look once again. “While I went to get something to eat, a dodgy trio sneaked in and tried to run off with the boy. I somehow drove them back, but I have no doubt that they would come back. I laid the iron cage with such thoughts.” “By saying boy, do you mean this egg?” “Right. Aren’t they awful scoundrels to come after my adorable boy!?” “U......Umm, sure.” Remembering how he also tried to carry the egg home, Kirby uneasily changed the topic. “Why are those guys after the egg?” “For money, or course. Our species is called Active Blade, and were large in numbers long ago. However, our numbers have dwindled nowadays, and are said to be valuable. Our eggs and chicks would fetch a pretty penny, so there's no end to crooks trying to steal them.” “What awful jerks! Did you get that leg injury from those guys?” “No. I lost myself in repelling them, and carelessly touched a trap. A huge boulder fell and struck me, where I then sprained it. There are a lot of dangerous traps in this temple, you see.” “Really?” “You mean to say that you people don't know what kind of place this temple is?” “Uh-huh. We just came to hang out and happened to come across it.” “How carefree.” Active Blade said in amazement. “This temple was built a long time ago. Even I don't know the details, but a frightening stone statue called ‘Wham Bam Gaia the Warlock’ appears to be enshrined here.” “Wham Bam......Gaia......?” “Right. It’s ridiculously powerful, so it'd be a huge trouble if it happened to be misused. That’s why large number of traps are laid out in the temple to repel any intruders.” “Oh, come to think of it, I ended up falling into a pitfall. But I escaped right away!” “It's not just pitfalls. Many frightening traps are laid out such as spears flying, or boiling water gushing out......but were you fine?” “There wasn't anything like that.” “......That must mean......” Active Blade suddenly started at Kirby with sincere eyes. “You guys took all the correct passage, huh. If you made a mistake in the crossroads, you were bound to have been caught in a dangerous trap.” “Its because Kirby has a good intuition.” Said Waddle Dee, but Active Blade shook her head. “No, that's not an intuition.” “Huh?” “Kirby, you seem to possess a special power. That crown of flame too, only by that could you......” “This? This is ‘Fire’ ability. There was a room with loads of Copy Essences gathered, so......” “Copy Essence isn't something that anyone can use. Despite of your looks, you’re......” With a grave look, Active Blade was about to say something, but gasped in surprise. A sound was heard; The sound of footsteps. Something is approaching the halls. Active Blade whispered in a tense voice. “They came......it’s them.” “The egg thieves......?” “That's right! Be careful!” Simultaneously with Active Blade squaring off by spreading her wings, the trio in question showed themselves at the entrance. One is a big fellow holding a hammer with an eyepatch in his left eye. Next to him has a small body and is wearing sunglasses with a red scarf. The third one was boarding something resembling a UFO, thus his appearance was difficult to grasp. “Ah!!” Kirby involuntarily raised his voice. “Aren't they the Squeak Squad!?”

“Hmm......? That voice is?” “K-Kirby!?” The trio shrinks back. Active Blade asked in suspicion. “You know them? Are you guys their acquaintances?” Waddle Dee answered. “Not acquainted, but we do know them. They're bandits called the Squeak Squad!” Right, Every one of them were the Squeaks, a crew of bandits who travel all over the universe. The big fellow with an eyepatch is Storo, the one with red sunglasses is Spinni, and the one boarding a machine is Doc. However, their leader Daroach looks to be absent. Spinni yelled. “Kirby......you're also after the treasure!? We're not giving it up!” “So you guys were the thieves!? We aren’t gonna hand it over!” “Then we’ll take it by force!” As soon as he yelled, Spinni jumped up and threw a shuriken. Kirby nimbly avoided it, while shouting at Active Blade. “Protect the egg! I’ll drive them away!” “R-Right......but just by yourself is......” “It's alright, Kirby’s strong!” Waddle Dee said to Active Blade who was in unease. “But they're also quite formidable......” While guarding the egg, Active Blade is staring at Kirby in concern. Kirby ran up to the trio and spread both his hands. “I won't let any of you pass through here! Not way I’ll hand it to you guys!” “You're in our way, Kirby.” With all his strength, Storo swung his hammer down. Kirby agilely avoids it and spits a ball of fire.

“Arg, hot......” Covered in sparks, Storo flung his hammer while moaning in a deep voice. Onboard his machine, Doc came forward. “A ball of fire like that is nothing to me. Eat this, Kirby!” The UFO-shaped machine began revolving in high-speed. It charges at Kirby! Without flinching, Kirby spouted flames. The flame’s heat was so hot that the ball of fire just now didn't even compare to it. Doc shrieked. “W-What the heck are you doing!? Don't you see that my special machine is getting destroyed!?” “Rats......that Kirby......” Groaned Spinni. He yelled in a detestable manner while clutching the scarf wrapped on his neck. “I can't afford to burn my precious scarf! We’ll let it pass for today!”

Here, Spinni uses “Ore,” (俺) a masculine pronoun.

“Remember us!” The trio turned around and took to their heels. Active Blade said in relief. “We were saved. Thanks, Kirby. You’re really strong, huh?” “Those guys might bring their leader Daroach with them next time. I’m worried, since Daroach is quite formidable......” “Kirby.” Active Blade looked at Kirby with a renewed expression. “I have something to ask of you.” “What is it?” “Could you protect my boy for me?” “Huh? Me, protect the egg?” “Yes. It's just the injury on my leg, but......” Active Blade gently moved her injured leg. “I think it'll get better right away if I return to my hometown and submerge it in a hot spring. I know that, but I can't leave the boy behind, so I gave up on it. But you guys can be trusted. Until I heal my wounds and return, if you could protect this boy for me......” “Sure thing!” Kirby energetically jumped up and down and answered. “The Squeaks aren't scary with me and Waddle Dee! Hurry up and get your wounds healed.” “Thanks, Kirby.” “Erm, is it okay if we bring the egg to Castle Dedede?” Waddle Dee asked. “I can't stay here the whole time, since His Majesty is waiting. So would you mind if we bring the egg back to Castle Dedede?” “That's a bit worrying. This temple is full of traps, where it's very safe for that reason. Where rascals wouldn't approach it, as they’re afraid of the traps. Well, although some of them may be reckless like the trio and you people......” “Castle Dedede’s safeness also gives this temple a run for its money! It's a huge castle, and His Highness who's incredibly strong is also there!” “His Highness, huh......I don't know if he could be trusted......” Active Blade hesitated a little, but agreed. “Alright, I'll leave it to you people. I'll return after ten days. Let's meet again at this temple in ten days.” “Gotcha!” “Take that cushion with you. Make sure to keep the boy on that cushion.” With her wing, Active Blade pointed at the cushion the egg was placed on. “That’s a cushion I made by pulling my feathers. It's very soft, so it’ll protect the boy from any impact.” “Yeah, got it.” “Well, on we go. Take me to Castle Dedede.” Placing the egg on the soft feather cushion, Kirby and Waddle Dee guarded it firmly as if clinging to it. Placing Kirby and his friend on her back, Active Blade flew high while covering her leg. Piercing through the collapsed ceiling, and onto the sky in one go. “Which way is Castle Dedede?” “It's where the sun is setting!” “Got it. Hold on tight.” Already, the day has ended with the sky dyed in madder red. Active Blade calmly flies in the sky. Both the woods and the lake seemed very small like toys, where Kirby and Waddle Dee would cheer many times over. Castle Dedede was quite a distance away, but they arrived in the blink of an eye. Dropping off Kirby and Waddle Dee, Active Blade said reluctantly. “Well, off I go. I'll leave the boy to you people for ten days.” “You can count on us! No need to worry.” “I'll believe in you!” With a strong flap, Active Blade soared up once again. Already, the sky began to twinkle with several stars. Kirby and Waddle Dee saw her off, who grew smaller as if she was being swallowed up by the sky in madder red.

Kirby and his friend of course didn't notice it, but- The Squeaks trio were hiding out of sight, and observed Active Blade flying away. “Tch......where are they gonna carry the treasure to?” Spinni clicked his tongue. Doc twitched his mustache and answered. “It must be Castle Dedede.” “And we put so much effort in sneaking into the temple, and remembering all the locations of the traps......” The trio are in tears, remembering the days they were in torment by the frightening traps. “All our labors were in vain......” “No, we mustn't give up. We should report to the boss!” The trio exchanged glances and nodded.

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Whoops!

Mary makes bad decisions and Suey is exasperated about it.

(Start at the beginning)

*mentioned drug use*

You knew Mary was going to some kind of after party for opening a Battle of the Bands (which you were explicitly not invited to because apparently Mary and you can’t be trusted together), so you’d just assumed you wouldn't be seeing him.

You’re in the middle of making some tea when you hear a few thumps outside of and a scrabbling at your door. You tense—wondering if you should go for Masher—but then the door is banging open, and Mary is stumbling through, giggling … and behind him trail two women, similarly laughing.

You freeze.

You watch Mary as he tries to hang up his leather jacket—he misses, and it falls to the floor.

“Whoops,” he says, and the women laugh. He bends over unsteadily to grab the leather, then rights himself even as he lists into a wall trying to hang it up successfully. When he sees you, he’s face brightens as he holds his arms out. He’s still in his bloody shirt and ripped jeans.

“There’s my baby doll!”

When you don’t move, he gestures you to his embrace with his hands. Your eyes flick to the two women (who seem to be holding each other up)—their black hair is done if a little disheveled; both faces in differing executions of heavy, winged liner and fading red lipstick; one is in a black mod dress with studs on her boob cage and the other is in a fishnet top with black zipper jeans; and they’re both in boots with heels. You’re in the hoodie covered with food stains—the hood not only on your head, but cinched tight and tied under your chin—and your batman sleep pants with the hole from the crotch halfway down your thigh, since your laundry basket only made it as far as outside your bathroom door, because: ugh, later.

“Suey,” he whines.

The saucepan makes a gurgling noise behind you, and you make a sound of surprise. You hold up a finger to him, then turn to carefully pour the bubbling liquid into your mug—you also use the opportunity to shove your hood down and run your fingers through your ratty hair, trying your best to fluff it. There’s a low murmur of voices behind you, which you do your best to ignore.

When you finally do turn back around, Mary and the two women have moved from the doorway to your living area—he’s looking at you expectantly, and their heads are swiveling all around as they sway into each other. Reluctantly, you shuffle over to Mary, trying your best to keep your thighs squashed together.

Just when you’re within reach, Mary pulls you into him, rocking the two of you. He’s still in his full stage makeup, and he smells like he’s been sweating under stage lights all night. It’s not necessarily a nice smell, but it’s definitely one you’ve come to associate with him.

“This is her!”

The gaze of the two women snap to you, and you tense, waiting for them to appraise you … but they just grin at you. Boob Cage lunges at you—well, lunges as though she’s stuck in molasses—and takes your hand.

“Oh my god,” she says in a nasally-affection, “you do exist. We thought Mary was being grumpy.”

“Uh …”

Fishnets leans forward precariously, and you’re afraid she’s going to topple them both.

“Look at you. So cozy! My feet hurt so much.”

You quickly glance up at Mary, but he’s looking down at you with sleepy eyes.

“I-I mean … you could take your shoes off?”

“Oh my god, that’s so nice of you!” says Boob Cage.

As if their strings were cut, the two of them droop down to pull at their laces, and your hands go up reflexively in case they lurch.

“Why don’t you sit on the couch while you do that?” you grimace.

You watch as they seem to register the couch, but then Mary is tugging you toward your bedroom and rubbing his face in your hair. You allow it only because it’ll give you a chance to interrogate him (and change).

Once through your door, you round on him, but suddenly he’s kissing you—his mouth tasting like skunk spray. You push him away with a hand to his chest, and he goes easily, as if made of paper.

“You’re hot,” he says languidly as he sways.

You sandwich his face in between your palms, despite the transfer of cake makeup; you peer into his eyes and see that his pupils are blown wide. You’re no stranger to Mary showing up at the wrong end of drunk or after toking with his band—but this is something clearly different. Maybe later you’ll be angry, but right now you feel the need to caretake.

“What did you take?” you ask, trying to catch his gaze.

“Pssh,” he says, his hands clasping limply at your wrists. “Just a shared joint.”

“Just one?”

Mary stumbles back a bit, catching himself on your dresser and giggling.

“Yeah.”

“From Marty?”

Mary’s brows furrow.

“No,” he says slowly. “One of Moxie’s friends.”

“Moxie?”

“Yeah. Moxie and Roxie.” He sweeps a hand in the direction of your living area.

“Wait—” you say, suddenly distracted, “their names are Moxie and Roxie?”

“Goth names.” Mary makes a dismissive gesture. “They do everything together. Best friends since high school or something.”

He sashays toward you again, and you stop him with a hand.

“Ok … but why are they here, Mare?”

His arms still come out and encircle your waist.He pulls you into him and rubs his face on yours.

“Had to prove ‘em wrong. Had to show ‘em my hot girlfriend.”

You push him away and move toward your chair pile to paw through your clothes.

“Well, a little head’s up would’ve been nice, Mare. I look like a hobo.”

He presses into your back, his hands groping at your curves through your clothes.

“You look soft and welcoming.”

Mary presses kisses then bites to your neck, but you continue to search through clothes mountain. You extract a pair of lounge pants that you don’t wear because they’re too tight around your belly despite their softness, but at least there are no gaping holes in them. You pull two of Mary’s large tees out before discarding them—no one wears Mary’s shirts but you. Mary’s octopus arms encumber clothes searching, but you manage to find two oversized shirts of your own for Moxie and Roxie.

He squints at you. “Why do they need clothes.”

You sigh. “Mare, they’re not going anywhere else tonight, and they might as well be comfortable.”

His lips are hot and wet on your ear. “Oh? And where are they going to sleep?”

You push him away and glare at him. “Oh the couch! If they share ‘everything’ then surely they can share the fucking couch. Christ, I’m going to put some coffee on.”

Making sure to pull the hem of your hoodie down over your hips of the new lounge pants, you leave your room. Shirts in hand, you walk out into your living area, confused at first when you don’t see Moxie and Roxie. Mary stumbles after you as you investigate further.

“Oh!” you exclaim as you peer around the couch to find Moxie and Roxie sans clothes and going at it on your floor. You watch for a moment as they kiss and rub against each other before you realize that you’re being creepy.

“Just putting some sleep shirts here!” you squeak as you toss them to drape over the arm of your couch. When you turn, it’s into the solid wall of Mary’s flat chest.

“Mmm,” he rumbles. “That gives me ideas.” He presses you into the island that separates your kitchen area from your couch.

Oh for fuck’s sake.

“Mary,” you say in your Teacher Voice, “please go and wait for me in my room.”

“K,” he says, and then he swerves and weaves back to your room.

You press your head into your counter until you hear a particularly throaty moan, and then you sigh before making your way into your bathroom. Once there, you take a moment to sit on the closed toilet, head in hands, before performing your nightly ablutions.

When you try to make your way into your room quietly, you end up tripping over your laundry basket—but the only noise that’s made is your grunt as you fall on top of it as the soft mesh collapses. You stay there for a moment, contemplating your life choices, before scrambling into your room.

You find Mary naked and propped up against your wall, his hand flying between his legs as he jacks his hard cock. As he hears the door click shut behind you, his face turns toward you.

“Please ,” he whines. “Please touch me. Suey.”

Sighing, you clamber onto your bed and squeeze in between Mary’s back and the wall, wrapping your arms around his waist. You hook your chin over his shoulder.

“That’s it, buddy,” you breathe.

Mary leans his head back onto your shoulder as he continues to jack his cock. His mouth drops open and he pants. You snake your hand down and start rolling his balls in your hand. Mary jerks against you and grunts. You bite at his shoulder, and Mary freezes—his balls tightening and his chest heaving—before his hand continues, and then he’s spurting cum up his stomach.

“There you go, there you go,” you chant as he twitches in your arms. You at his face as he becomes limp. When you look over at his face, you see that he’s passed out, and you roll your eyes. You manage to extract yourself, and you make yourself useful by grabbing the cum towel to clean him up as best as possible.

You kick off the lounge pants and wiggle out of the hoodie—so that you’re just in one of Mary’s tees (it’s how Mary likes you)—before situating you both into a comfortable sleeping cocoon with you as the big spoon wrapped around Mary.

It’s a fitful sleep at best. To be honest, you’re a little wary of having two strangers unsupervised in your space, and you keep jerking awake, your dreams full of burglars and slasher villains. You’re sure it’s probably fine—but you’d rather not be sorry, so when you flail awake again a little after 6am, you decide to just get up. Mary doesn’t seem to have moved at all.

After tucking the covers in around him, you pull on your shortie shorts before leaving your room for the bathroom—where you flip your head upside down to brush your hair out before giving a faint line to your eye, which you smudge. Except for the dandruff you brush off your shoulders, you’re pleased with the result.

When you tiptoe the 5 steps into your living space, you see Moxie and Roxie tangled together on your floor—one pressed up against the couch and the other half under your coffee table. The sleep shirts still hang limply from your couch armrest. Sighing at the laundry you really are going to have to do later, you tug the afghan off the back of your couch and surreptitiously drape it over the two sleeping women.

Opening your fridge, you survey the contents you’re willing to spare. With a whole unopened “mega” pack of bacon, you’re feeling bacon rich—but you’re running up against your egg allowance for the week. You decide that at 2 eggs per person, you can get away with 6 if you cut them with some milk.

You find your very strong mug of tea on the counter from the night before—which you gulp half of—before getting a coffee drip going. Then you start frying up 4 slices of bacon—1 per person—expecting the smell to wake the household. When it doesn’t, you just shrug and start whisking the eggs and milk with a fork. When the bacon is done, you lay the strips out on a folded piece of brown paper bag before carefully adding the egg mixture to the frying pan. You’re not magnanimous enough, though, to add even the fake cheese that Mary prefers.

Just about when you’ve judged the scramble to be done, you hear Mary moving about in your room. You see him shuffling—squinty-eyed and hair half squashed—in your robe (and while it wraps around him better, it does fall a little short) from your room. He encounters the laundry basket like a Sim: stopping in front of it for a beat, then walking around it and into your bathroom. You begin to plate the food—a dollop of eggs, toast, and a strip of bacon each.

You can hear more than see the girls begin to move about—there’s some knocking about and a quiet murmuring of voices.

“My fucking head. The fuck are we?” you hear Fishnets yawn.

“Fuck me. Weren’t we with Mary?”

“Yeah, but this isn’t Mary’s.”

“You’re at his girlfriend’s,” you say loudly.

There’s a thump and an Ow before you see two heads pop up out of the edge of your afghan.

“There are shirts,” you say, pointing toward the armrest.

There’s a lot of shuffling about, and you turn your back under the pretense of dealing with the coffee pouring. When you hear the movement behind you stop, you turn back around. Moxie and Roxie are standing awkwardly on the other side of the island, swimming in your shirts, eyes wide and looking peaked. You note that their gray pallor and red eyes probably aren’t due to embarrassment. Smiling—hopefully invitingly—you slide the food plates and mugs toward them.

“Here,” you say, and they take both slowly.

With shaky hands, they sip the coffee. They look at each other, a whole conversation passing between them before Mary comes bustling out of the bathroom.

He looks up sluggishly before he spots Moxie and Roxie—and then he freezes.

“Good morning, Mare Bear,” you beam at him. “I have eggs and coffee for you.”

His bleary eyes dart between you and the girls. You hold up a coffee mug, and he continues toward you—albeit cautiously. When he reaches you, you turn your cheek to him and point it, saccharin smile in place.

“Uh … morning—baby doll,” he murmurs as he pecks your cheek and takes the proffered coffee.

Moxies and Roxie are giving him sideways glances as he takes his place next to you, still in your robe.

“So,” you start as you hand him a food plate, “what did you crazy kids get up to last night?”

They all look at each other shiftily, hands wrapped around coffee mugs. You dive into your breakfast.

“Dig in—please,” you chirp. “I don’t know what you guys took, but you all look like death warmed over. I think a little grease will help.”

Mary squints his eyes at you.

“Took?”

You squint back. “You guys were high as fucking kites.”

He keeps your gaze. “We didn’t ‘take’ anything, Suey. Just shared a joint.”

“Uhhh …” comes from Boob Cage.

You turn to her.

Boob Cage is looking chagrined. “It might have been laced with something.”

“Roxie!” gasps Moxie.

Roxie turns to Moxie. “I’m sorry . It’s from Kincaid … but it was free.”

“I thought we agreed to stop going to him after the Unfortunate Incident!” Moxie pinches the bridge of her nose. “You dumb fucking bitch.”

“What was the ‘Unfortunate Incident’?” you ask.

Roxie looks at you with big eyes as Moxie looks resigned.

“Kincaid sent a girl to the hospital. I guess he laced her joint with rat poison and meth or something.”

“I thought that was just a rumor,” murmurs Mary.

Moxie shakes her head. “I don’t know the girl personally … but one of her friends told me. He spent the night with her in the ER.” She turns to Roxie. “Which is why we don’t fucking get drugs from fucking Kincaid.”

Roxie just hangs her head. You feel Mary slip his arm around your waist.

“Well,” you say, “please eat some food. It sounds like you guys could use something solid in your stomachs.”

The lot of you start picking at the eggs and bacon. Moxie looks at Mary and then at you.

“So … what happened last night?”

You feel Mary tense, so you lean into him.

“You guys showed up pretty out of it, so I went to get you something to sleep in. When I came back out you were having sex with each other on the floor, so Mary and I left you to it and went to bed.”

“Oh, wow. Hey sorry. We were all having a pretty good time at the venue, I guess we wanted to include you?” She laughs.

“Mary’s always been lots of fun,” quips Roxie brightly, letting out a soft Oof when Moxie elbows her.

“Not that much fun,” says Moxie hurriedly.

You smile at them. “Oh, I know. The night we met, he fucked me in the men’s room.”

Mary—who’s only been getting tenser, his arm tightening further—looks down at you and adds, “Only because someone was fucking impatient.”

Roxies laughs. “Oh yeah! One time—”

Mary slams his hand down on the counter.

“OKAY. No need for a trip down memory lane.”

Moxie is clearly trying to communicate “Shut the fuck up” to Roxie with her eyes. Roxie furrows her brows.

“Why not? I thought we were—”

“I’m sure Mary’s girlfriend isn’t interested in parties from forever ago.”

“Oh my god, that’s right. I—” Roxie stops. “Oh! That’s why we came here!” She looks at you. “We thought Mary was just trying to blow us off.”

Moxie tilts her head. “Oh yeah – that is right.” She laughs and turns to you. “Cuz he totally shut this down.” She gestures between herself and Roxie, then seems to realize what she’s just said and grimaces.

Roxie nods. “Yeah, he’s usually—”

“He’s usually nowhere near us. Like, at all. Ever. Mary, who? I don’t know her.” Moxie gives a nervous giggle.

You cant your head up to Mary, who looks like he wants to leave his body and exist on the spirit plane.

“You told me you were a virgin.”

Mary gives you his grump face as Moxie spits out her coffee all over her eggs.

“OM MY GOD, I’m so sorry!” she says as she wipes her chin and you hand her a paper towel.

“It’s fine. Eat, please.”

Moxie and Roxie get back to their food—though Roxie looks like she wants to ask a question and knows she’s not allowed. You look at Mary’s plate and notice he hasn’t touched anything.

“If you don’t eat some of that, I’m going to feed it to you myself.”

He gives you a look like that’s actually an appealing proposal, so you hen him to the rusting cafe table and chair. You settle sideways onto his lap before scraping some eggs onto a triangle of toast, which you bring to his lips.

“Here,” you say as you cup one hand under the bread, and Mary takes a bite.

Despite the (now silent) presence of the Oxies, Mary doesn’t seem self-conscious about losing himself in eating breakfast from your hand. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that the two women are looking over at you two now and then—but you pay them no mind. Mary finishes all the food—occasionally saying Bacon when he wants a bite from that—and washes it down with the coffee himself.

Once done, he wraps his arms around your middle and rests his head on your shoulder. You carefully sink your fingers into his stiff hair so that you can lightly massage his scalp. When you look up you can practically see the hearteyes emanating from the Oxies, but you raise a finger to your lips.

When Mary shivers, you register that he’s still only in your robe, so you tsk at him.

“Go put some clothes on before you freeze.”

He sighs. “Yes, ma’am.”

You flush a little, wondering if the Oxies heard him, but you don’t look over at them.

With Mary gone and breakfast over, the Oxies begin the process of searching for their things—a slight scavenger hunt ensuing when a left shoe is found to be MIA, and which is eventually located under the couch.

As you hear Mary shuffle behind you, Moxie says, “Would you mind terribly if we wore these home?” She plucks at the top of yours she’s wearing. “You know how it is putting on last night’s clothes.”

You’re about to tell them Sure , despite your reluctance—knowing you’ll never see the tops again—when Mary steps in (now in a fresh different shirt and a pair of your sleep pants) and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Let’s leave Suey her clothes, guys.”

“Oh yeah … sure, right,” says Moxie, deflating a little.

“But you can use the shower first. If you want,” you’re quick to add, a thought that comes seemingly out of nowhere—it’s not like you want them to accept. “There are towels in … uh …” You look at Mary—who’s looking at you like you’ve lost your damn mind—and ask, “Are there towels?”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t do any this week, which means nothing’s clean, because heaven forbid you wash anything.”

You scrunch your face at him. “It’s better when you do it. You know I’ll just forget to put them in the dryer, and then they get all musty. And I got the basket real close!”

“You’re a disaster.”

“Oh my god—you guys are so cute,” says Roxie.

“No we’re not,” the two of you say in unison. Roxie just beams at you.

“Ok, then,” Moxie sighs wistfully. “Well, just go change. C’mon, Bitch.”

When they’re both in the bathroom, Mary looks down at you.

“What the fuck.”

You wince. “I don’t know … old habits die hard, I guess.”

“What old habits?”

“Oh. Um. Growing up? Hostessing. It used to be one of my ‘duties.’ My parents threw a lot of soirées. It was part of my ‘training’ or something. For when I was supposed to throw parties.”

You flick your hand as if to wave the information away. Mary squints down at you as if he’d like to inquire further, but then the bathroom door opens, and the Oxies emerge looking fresher even with their rumpled clothes and bare faces.

“Ok, well! I guess we’ll be going then!” chirps Moxie.

Roxie comes forward and grabs your hands. “Thanks so much for the food.”

“Oh uh, no problem.”

“You guys really are so cute.” And then before you know what’s happening, she’s in between the two of you and snapping a selfie.

“Oh, ok …” you say as Mary belatedly puts his hand up.

“C’mon, Rox,” hisses Moxies as she pulls her friend away.

“What? We have lots of pictures of Mary.”

Mary presses his fingers into his eye sockets.

As the two of them wobble into their shoes, you realize that they showed up without coats last night.

Shit.

“Uh, so … your coats.”

The two of them look at each other, then at your hooks where their coats aren’t hanging.

“Are they … not here?” asks Moxie.

You grimace at her. “I’m afraid you weren’t wearing them when you came in.”

Mary starts, but you put a hand on his arm. “Your jacket’s here.”

Roxie looks at her friend. “Oh shit. We must have left them at the club again.”

Moxie sighs. “We really need to stop doing that.”

“We’ll have to take a cab.” Roxie suddenly makes a pained face. “My wristlet with all my cards is in my coat pocket.”

Moxie’s face pales as she scrabbles in her tiny purse. “I only have $10—and you know my card is maxed out.”

There’s a pregnant moment where all four of your stare at each other.

You sigh. “I think I might have some mad money stashed about?”

“Hold on,” says Mary. He disappears into your room and reappears with his wallet.

“Mary, no … I can—” you start, but he shrugs you off.

“I got it, it’s fine.”

Mary fishes out two twenties from his worn wallet and offers the bills to Moxie. She eagerly plucks them both from his fingers, smiling.

“Thanks, Mare Bear,” she quips.

You bristle, and Mary snaps, “Don’t call me that.”

Moxie shrinks away a little. “Oh …ok. I guess we’ll just …” She throws a thumb over her shoulder as she backs toward the door.

Roxie smiles and waves. “Bye, guys!

They finally leave, closing the door behind them, and you slump. You turn to Mary.

“I can’t deal with this right now. I’m going back to bed.”

You’ve just about made yourself comfortable under your covers when Mary appears in the doorway.

“Am I allowed to join you, or …?”

“Just don’t talk.” You lift your head. “And no funny business—I’m not in the mood.”

You feel him crawl into bed with you, and then he tentatively wraps an arm around your waist. When you don’t eat it off, he wiggles closer and presses into your back.

“You’re still mad,” he murmurs into your ear.

“I’m not mad.”

“You seemed fine when—”

“Mary,” you snap, turning toward him slightly. “Shut up.”

“Yeah, ok.”

When you wake up again, it’s a little after noon and you’re sprawled over Mary’s chest.

“Hey,” he says.

“Mm,” you rumble. “You been awake this whole time?”

“Nah. Not too long.”

You’re content to continue to lie there and to suck Mary’s heat out of his body and into your own, but he’s apparently been waiting for you.

“So. You’re mad.”

You let out a heavy sigh.

“I’m not mad. I just wish you’d take better care of yourself and not bring groupies into my home with you. Rat poison? Jesus, Mary.”

You can feel Mary tense under you.

“Oh, what? Like you take care of yourself?"

You lift up to look at him “Excuse me?”

“Can we talk about the pile of mail that lives in the corner? Or the fact that you never have clean clothes? Or how you’d rather let the garbage overflow than just taking it out to the chute? You don’t think I worry about any that? Sometimes I’m afraid to not see you for too long, afraid of what state I’ll find you in when I come back. If we’re gonna talk about shit, how ‘bout we talk about that?”

You sit up. “What the fuck, Mary?! You’ve known me for—what?—6 months? When I’ve been living on my own for 5yrs? I suddenly need a big, bad, scary Mary to take care of me?! And how the fuck is any of that even close to accidentally taking meth or whatever? Yeah, I can see how similar that is to unopened mail.”

He sits up too. “That’s just a rumor! You’re really going to take Moxie’s word on it? It could’ve just been really strong weed!”

You cross your arms. “You guys were definitely on something stronger than just weed, Mary. What if something happened! I wouldn’t’ve been able to help, and you guys were beyond useless.”

“Oh so, you’re the morality police or something?”

“I’m the ‘at-least-know-what-you’re-putting-in-your-body’ police!”

“Christ—you’re acting as if I took an unknown substance for funsies from some sketchy dude in a dark alley. It was a joint from two girls I know.”

“Oh yes, it was made very clear how well you know them.”

“Is that what this is about, then? My former fuck buddies? I thought we were past our sexual histories!”

“You brought them into my home! You suggested we fuck them together!”

“No I fucking didn’t.”

“You did . Twice.”

Mary suddenly looks unsure at your vehemence.

“Well I was—”

“High off some unknown substance?”

His face contorts again.

“Shit fucking happens. I didn’t fucking do it on purpose.”

“So it’s just ok? It’s ok you didn’t know what you took? Ok that what you took made you think it was fine to bring the Oxies here?”

“I—the who?”

“The Oxies.” You make an impatient gesture at him. “Moxie and Roxie.”

“Well. That’s clever, but I’m too mad at you right now to be amused by it.”

“You’re mad? You’re mad ?! In what world do you show up high as fuck with groupies, unannounced, into my place and get to be mad at me?”

“Fine, maybe it was dumbass high logic, but it made a sort of sense.”

“Fucking how?”

“They—” He looks down, rubbing at his wrists. “Fine, they hit on me, ok? Yes, I’ve been with them in the past. But I told them no, ok? And at first they were being real pushy, like ‘why not?’. So I told them I had a girl. And they were just. They thought I was blowing them off because: who’d wanna make that kind of commitment to me? So I thought I’d show them. That you were real. That you were awesome.”

“Well … poop.”

Mary raises an eyebrow at you. “Poop?”

“Yes: poop. I still think you made some pretty shitty decisions, but I can’t deny your high logic.”

“Oh. Well. Who wins, then?”

You twist your lips. “I don’t think either of us win. I think that’s the point.”

“Well that’s fucking unsatisfying. Now what?”

You throw your hands up. “I don’t know! I can’t even make breakfast! We already had it!”

Mary thinks for a moment. “You … could make lunch?”

“Lunch … yeah,” you say nodding. “I could do that.”

“I could help?”

Lunch is a small affair. You heat up a can of minestrone soup while Mary makes “garlic bread”—by sprinkling some garlic powder on buttered bread—in the oven. The oven warms up your small space considerably—which is good because you’d shoved the afghan into the laundry basket. (“You got it so far, Suey. So far … you only had one more step.” “I’m telling you—I still would have forgotten it in the washer.”) You instruct Mary to leave the oven door open ajar—to let the residual heat waft out—and then the two of you plop down on the couch with lunch.

“I can’t believe you gave them cab money,” you say as you purposefully slurp your soup (much to Mary’s annoyance).

“Well, did you think I was going to let you give them money?” he asks as he dips his bread in until it gets soggy ( disgusting!).

You shrug. “I just wanted them to leave.” You laugh. “It kind of reminded me of when you got that cab for me, though. The bathroom night.”

“That’s what made me think of giving them the cash, actually."

You smile at him. “To be honest, I didn’t think you’d go for it when I asked you to pay for me.”

“That’s because you thought I was a fuck boy.”

You give him a wry glance, and Mary shoves his hand in your face.

“Don’t be a bitch.”

The two of you finish your food and lie down on the couch tangled together, Mary grumbling about the lack of a cover. He runs his fingers through your hair and then begins to kiss you—a soft press to your lips, then to the apple of each cheek, and then an attempt to kiss your eyelids that you stymie by turning your head with a noise of disapproval. Undeterred, he works his way down to your neck—adding his teeth—as a hand snakes under your shirt, running lightly over your belly before continuing up to its real objective. He grabs a handful of one of your tits, and rolls it around in his palm.

Despite where his head’s at, yours is somewhere else entirely.

“What are their real names?”

“Hmm?”

“The Oxies? Do you know their real names?”

“No, why would I know that?”

“Pillow talk.”

He looks up at you, his ministrations stopping. “Jesus, Suey.”

“What?”

“Can we not talk about the Oxies right now? Or, like, ever?”

“All right.” You trace circles on his back through his shirt as he gets back to it. “Should I have a Goth name?”

“What?”

“Should I have a Goth name?”

“No, I heard—no. You already have a Goth name.”

“I do?”

“Yeah. ‘Suey’.”

You scoff. “That’s just the nickname you gave me.”

“It’s ironic. I’m very clever, see.”

“Whatever.”

His hand slips down and presses in between your leg in pulses, and you gasp, your hand sliding down to grab at his ass.

“Mmm—now I’ve got your attention.”

He brings his hand back up to suck his fingers into his mouth before he’s making use of the gash in your pants to slip them in between your lips. He’s just started rubbing at you in earnest, but it’s not what you want.

“Oh fuck … eat me, Mary,” you pant.

Mary doesn’t even hesitate, he just slides down your body—yanking the material out of the way—and wiggling his tongue in between your lips to lap steadily at your nub. You moan, grabbing what tufts of his hair you can. His tongue laps and presses and taps, and you rock into him as you gasp with each movement. He pulls you by your thighs into his mouth, and he inserts a finger into you.

“Oh god, another,” you cry out, fingers clenching into the roots of his hair.

He pulls his one finger out, and then swiftly reinserts it with another. You make an embarrassingly high pitched moan and clench around his digits, head lolling back into the couch. Encouraged, Mary laps at your clit faster as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, angling them until you twitch at contact with your G-spot.

You’re panting and squeaking out little noises of pleasure as Mary builds and coaxes your orgasm—pointing his tongue so he can press at your clit, then relaxing it so he can swirl around it before flattening the muscle to run it roughly over the growing hardness. You can feel your climax growing at your clit throbs and the sweetness of the pleasure starts to expand. It starts deep in your cervix and spreads outwards, little sparks stoking the fire at each flick of his tongue until you feel your pussy tightening around his fingers.

“Don’t fucking stop!” you cry out.

He tap tap taps at your G-spot, and you find yourself arching off the couch with a moan before your climax breaks, bursts of purple behind your eyes as you go Ah ah ah ah in time to the pulse and spasm of your cunt.

Mary knows exactly what you like, giving you slow, languorous laps and gentle thrusts of his fingers as you ride your orgasm out. You’re sloppy and boneless, and Mary nibbles the inside of your thigh before tilting his head to look up at you, head pillowed on your other thigh.

“Can I fuck your tits?”

You laugh. “Yeah, ok.”

Mary wipes his mouth off with the edge of your ripped clothes, and you tetch at him.

“Go get the lube,” you say as you begin to squirm out of your shirt.

Mary—who’d been just about to yank his (obscenely-tented) pants down, whines.

“It’s in the other room, can’t we just—”

“I know you could give a fuck, but you’re not spitting on my tits, Mare.”

He pouts, but scampers off to get your bottle of lube. You’re out of the band tee, your nipples beginning to pebble, before he comes back with the item in hand.

“You need to keep better track of your shit. I found it under a pile of what I think you said were clean clothes,” he says as he set it on the coffee table.

“You moved my piles?” You frown.

“I lifted the bottom of one and carefully extracted this.”

“Because I know where everything is.”

“Mhm,” says Mary as he shimmies out of your sleep pants, his cock now only half hard. He climbs back onto the couch—straddling your waist—and reaches down with a dry hand to fondle each tit and thumb each nipple. Turning, he gives the bottle a few pumps to fill his hand with the lube, which he generously applies to your sternum and breasts.

A few more pumps, and he’s coating his cock—stuttering out a grunt with eyes closed—as he strokes himself, with wet squelches, back to full hardness. Once satisfied, his eyes open, and he wipes the excess off on your chest.

You make a face at him, which he ignores.

“Hold your fucking tits together,” he rumbles lowly.

As Mary positions his cock, you squish your tits together, fingers interlacing for a better grip. Before you’re even settled, Mary starts thrusting, the shiny, pink head of his cock appearing and disappearing from your cleavage. You look at him, but his gaze too is fixated on where your décolletage swallows his member. Your eyes are drawn to watching his stomach muscles contract as he thrusts.

Mary starts thrusting faster, exclaiming “So soft!” in between grunts.

Because of the lube, your fingers are starting to slip, causing Mary to grumble whenever you readjust.

“Keep them tight!” he pants.

You decide to add in some dirty talk to distract him.

“Mmm … you like my tits?”

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

“They’re so big and soft.”

Mary grunts. “So big.”

“Do my great big tits feel good around your cock?”

“Fuck, so good.”

“Do you like how your cock looks in between them?”

Mary speeds up. “Fuck—your tits are so big. I can’t even see my dick.”

“Mmm, I bet you can’t wait to cum all over me. Maybe I’ll catch some in my mouth.”

Mary’s eyes close and his jaw drops.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck—I’m gonna cum on your tits.”

You think he means that once he shoots his load, your tits will be covered, but instead he draws back and starts jacking his dick. You squeeze your breasts—which are now shiny with lube—and then Mary’s grunting as he shoots his release over each one. After he’s that satisfied he’s squeezed all the cum out, he settles his weight onto your abdomen and slumps.

“Fuck,” he says as he runs his fingers through the mess. “You look so hot covered in my cum.”

“Your kink is showing.”

He smirks at you. “Mebbe.”

Taking your discarded sleep pants, he wipes off your chest before snuggling into you. When you glower at him, he sighs.

“Jesus, I’ll do a load before I leave, ok? Can we just lie like this for half a second?”

“Yeah ok,” you say.

This is more Mary’s thing than it is yours, but you’ve learned to enjoy it as long as he respects your time limits. Despite your sticky chest, Mary presses his face into your clavicle, a hand resting on a tit, and one leg over yours. You card your fingers through his hair and press a kiss or two into the crown of his head—happy to make him happy.

“What’re your plans?” you ask after a bit. “I wasn’t really expecting to see you today.”

You feel Mary huff against your skin.

“I really should go back. Not that any of us thought we’d be working today, but we’re trying to ride the holiday momentum.” He looks up at you. “I might be a little scarce, but it should break before New Year’s.”

“Ok.” You think for a moment. “I’ll be away for a couple of days for Christmas … but I’ll be back for New Year’s.”

You’d accepted an invitation to spend a few days with a few college friends at a mutual friend’s house warming extravaganza—he married a rich girl who could hang, and they’re going all out for their tree trimming. You’re cautiously hopeful at seeing the gang again. You hope no one loses a hand.

“Family?” he asks cautiously. You explain to him. “Ah. Yeah. The band is doing its usual thing. But … there’s a New Year’s party?”

“Ok.”

Mary traces his finger up and down your torso. “You could … come if you wanted?”

You bury your nose in his hair. “I could do that, Mare.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You feel Mary melt a little further into you, and you extend your internal time limit.

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aurorahoneybuns · 4 years

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What Of Love? ☆彡

Part Two: The plan

Word Count 1.9K

Warning: second hand embarrassment, fluff, swearing

Walking back to the dorms, you pieced your plan together carefully. You had to do it just right to not tip off Dad or Sho since the four of you would be soon spending lots of time together. Maybe I could con Burnin to help me. She hates Sho, but loves me. “It could work. I’ll call her right away”. You didn’t notice you’d picked up a muttering habit from your twins annoying friend Midoriya. Sure he was cute, but you enjoyed watching Bakugo pick on him more. Dialing Burnin’s number you waited before entering in the large doors to the dorms. Instead option to sit on the edge of the porch watching the sun set before you.

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

“Y/N/N ? Watcha callin me for? Can’t get ahold of your dear old dad? He’s here if you’re looking for him” Her answer throwing you off. You could almost hear your dads words in the background. Oh shit of course they're on patrol right now.

“Wait! No! I’m calling for you! I have a devious plan that I need you help with. I assume dad told you that we would be joining you starting next week yes? Well, I want a new hero costume. Mines too plain. I-I want something that is dangerous and flirty!” You held up your fist as if you were declaring war on your old hero costume.

“Hold up there Y/N/N. Let me step away from your old man for a minute or I will never hear the end of his complaints that you didn’t just call him. I did hear you would be joining! I will need to know about your devious plan more before I agree to help you, but if its you I have a hard time telling you no! But what about your costume now? Its like Endeavors! He loves it on you! Dangerous and flirty? We already know you are both.“ Hearing her response you smacked yourself in the face.

“Ugh don’t remind me! I know dad loves it and the change will surely break his heart. BUT I am a woman now! I don’t automatically want to be looked at like I’m just Endeavors daughter. I want to be a force to be reckoned with! At the moment it only shows off my flames, since I always wanted to be like dad. I think I should go for a new suit-a body suit.” You timidly answered her, biting at your lower lip, like a shy child.

“A BODY SUIT?!?! WHO YOU TRYIN TO GET KILLED KID!?” You had to hold your phone away from your face hearing the pro sidekick shriek in your ear. “Your current suit shows off your body like none other. But you want a skin tight body suit? I-I guess we can get it in the works. Just don’t tell the old boss man I helped ya. Lay the other details on me”

“I want the suit to be a half and half like me. Kind of. I want it to be totally black, with white crystals embellishing my left side with scantily-clad cutouts. And on my right I want blue crystals and scantily-lad cutouts where I will fill some of them in with my flames. I want a keyhole cutout on my chest and a halter neck with long sleeves. A completely open back. I-I’m thinking of letting my flames take a play on wings. OOOO and I want cut outs on each of my sides, but with a mesh fabric. So that it's still visible but “covered I-“.

“Are you trying to give Midnight a run for her money?!” You could almost imagine the type of teasing you’d receive from the R-rated pro asking if you tried to copy her costume.

“Don’t interrupt me. I am almost finished. I want to have large fishnet tights and a comfortable ankle booty. There, now I am finished.” You waited anxiously for Burnin’s answer to what you wanted in your new costume. Nervously chewing on your fingernails, the reply seemed to take forever.

“Well its a good thing Endeavor doesn’t get a say in this. He’d dress you up as a nun.-“

*Silence*

“Y/N/N are you sure you want all that? You might get some uncomfortable attention from it.”

“I’m sure. It’s only for a little while or until I get bored of this costume. Besides, it plays perfectly into my plan.”

“Oh yeah, what even is that plan of yours? Are you trying to make a boy jealous? Is there a boy you like?” She snickered. Unbeknownst to her Endeavor had snuck up behind her hearing her ask his beloved little girl if she was trying to make a boy jealous.

“Y/F/N YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?! THIS IS NOT ALLOWED. DADDY WILL NOT ALLOW IT. YOU’RE TOO YOUNG.” The pro hero's bellowing scared her with a yelp escaping her lips. Causing you to once more hold the phone away from your ears.

Giggling you replied “Yeah, Burnin I’m gonna let you deal with that, and I’m gonna go. I’ll fill you in next week once I see you in my poppin new costume. Good luck with- well good luck with that situation.” Hanging up the phone, you hadn’t realized how far the sun had set. It was almost a Leary red color now. Beautiful. You stood up walking into the dorms to head to the showers. You’d forgotten that you were still semi-fresh from a workout and felt gross while you were imagining the glorious design you’d discussed with Burnin. You could not wait to see how embarrassed Bakugo was going to be after seeing you like that. The way his blush was dusted across his cheeks, it made you smile. You wanted to see the aggressive, explosive boy at a loss for words with his face covered from the tips of his ears to his collar bones in a crimson that outshined his eyes.

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A week had passed and the devilish plan was sorted out. You’d use your body to embarrass the blonde boy. He couldn’t handle the woman that you are! Plus seeing him flustered like Midoriya was something the world had never known. Its time to make it a reality! You always teased and played with Kiri, so how should it be any different from Bakugo Katsuki? It shouldn’t. He wasn’t someone you loved, and you knew the rumors of love not given back. Hanahaki disease. If someone loved another, but the feelings were not reciprocated, a flower bloomed in its midst. Starting in your throat, flowing through to your lungs until one day the love suffocates you. A beautiful way to be taken from the world. Or you can change love’s fate by having surgery to remove the flowers, thus removing the love. It terrified you for sure. Thats why you secretly had told Mina that Kiri liked her months ago. You didn’t want your friend to suffer because of his shyness. She reciprocated his feelings, whispering in his ear while he slept one night. Thankfully she hadn’t said anything to him, as to let him confess on his own time without backlash.

Clutching the new costume case close to your chest, you’d realized you had been starting out the window for long enough. Heading towards the gate you saw the black car your father had sent. While walking to it you saw Sho and Bakugo walking towards the station. I guess he never picked him up before. Jogging over to them you reached out for Shoto’s jacket, it slipping through your fingers before you could clutch to it.

“SHO! BAKUGO! Wait! Wait! Sho, dad sent a car for us. Let's go that way. It’ll be less crowded and quicker.” You breathed a sigh of relief as they stopped and turned towards you. Looking at Shoto’s face you knew he knew. The car was meant for you and no one else.

“I think I’ll pass. I don’t need his help.” Shoto spoke more aggressively than you were prepared for stopping you in your tracks. Bakugo turned towards him, shocked that he’d turn down the private car.

“Are you stupid IcyHot?! The trains this time of day are over crowded and packed to the brim! I’m getting in the fucking car! Suit yourself bastard!” Bakugo sneered at him before stomping off to the car, leaving you behind watching as your own brother walked away from you.

It broke your fucking heart.

Climbing back into the car, you opted to try to ride in silence. Only Bakugo’s question bringing you from your solitude.

“What is his problem that he wouldn’t accept the ride?”

“I’m no idiot Bakugo. I know that you know about our- well his upbringing. Have you ever wondered why I am always by my father’s side, or why my hero costume was always like his? Why I appeared in magazines with him when I was young?”

“Well yeah, if you’d been beaten down like Todoroki was then I wouldn’t expect you to be near him like you are. So what’s the difference between you two?”

“Well, I was never pushed like he was. He didn’t want it, any of it. So Endeavor pushed him as hard as he could. He wanted Sho to be the next big hero. To be better than he was. But me? I wanted nothing more than to be like my old man. Endeavor was my hero from day one. He never pushed me because he always pushed Sho. I begged to train every day. I begged to be by my father’s side whenever I could. Eventually he gave in and let me start to train. I advanced more quickly than my other half. I got better and better to the point I was everything he’d ever wanted. I have an incredibly strong set of quirks. My ice impenetrable unless by my own flames, and my flames burning hotter than even his own.” Lighting your hand up with a blue flame, you willed it to travel around bakugo and back into your hand blowing it out. “I can will it at ease, and it basically cremates anything at touch. It doesn’t burn me. But I have to be very careful with it.” You didn’t realize that he was staring intently at you, while you stared out the window. “ I love my father. More than anything in the world. He’s my best friend and I wouldn’t change how I grew up. I worked hard to be my dad’s number one, but at the cost of my siblings affection” Tears had started running their way down your face. Steaming hot on the right, and ice balls pooling from the left.

“I didn’t know. It always just looked like you were spoiled without giving the work to deserve it. That’s how Todoroki made it seem the other day…” He hung his head like he was ashamed of something. The car stopped in front of the agency. Looking out you saw that your father was waiting behind the doors to welcome you to your first day in your second home.

“Well, no one asks when they can’t stand to look at you anymore.” Wiping your tears and tucking a stray red hair behind your ear, you stepped out of the car walking up to the large doors before you. Endeavor opening them to see Bakugo crawl out of the car behind you. His gaze thinning, trying to keep from blowing the star pupil across the street. He enveloped you into a hug, beaming down at you at the fact his pride and joy was going to be working beside him.

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def-initely-soul · 4 years

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Burn The Witch {1}

pairing: yoongi x reader (f.)

genre: supernatural; angst; mystery; magical society AU; magicals!AU

rating: PG-15

warnings: violence; emotional abuse; blood; bullying; mentions of murder; mature language

words: 3k

summary:

↠ {a boy who keeps running away, a girl who can’t seem to no matter how much she tries and a series of murders caught all in between of the cracks spread through what appears as a quiet little town…} ↞

or alternatively, not everything is always what it seems

There’s something distinctively peculiar about little towns. About their alleged serenity and peaceful way of living. About their closed-off shops and their faded-out road signs and billboards left behind simply because no one bothered to replace them. About the undeniable bonds existing between the native-borns and the ex ostracization of anyone that threatened those bonds, or really anyone different. About their so-called hospitality that turns into vicious, violent hatred once that quiet, “peaceful” way of living is put at risk.

Yoongi is bound to feel intrigued, as he drives by the road sign that welcomes him into such a small town. Xefoto its name. Derived from the Greek word for “clearing”, as it was one of the first towns that took in supernatural beings -or magicals if you prefer a different term- and let them build shelter in the clearing in the woods. Back when humans and magicals didn’t get along too well, so their new home had to be founded away from the outskirts of the human town. But as centuries went by, the two small establishments began growing and spreading, until the borders meshed together and humans and magicals learned to live side-by-side.

Yoongi has done his research before moving here. He may have a house he can settle in already, seeing as the Min Vampire Clan was one of the first vampire families to live in Xefoto, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll be welcomed here.

Trees pass him by as his eyes never stray from the road, his grip on the steering wheel tight as he taps his fingers on the leather impatiently.

If his research is correct, he just transferred to one of the most prestigious universities for magicals. The “Xefoto University of Magical Arts”, or Xuma for short, has been around almost as long as the town has existed. People Yoongi only ever dreamt of meeting have studied here and the path he’s about to take is only promising in its entirety.

Then why does he feel as if he’s about to lose control of his own life?

His heart thumps once against his chest as he finally drives into town, the gloomy skies seeming like an appropriate welcome.

Okay, maybe this wasn’t exactly the welcoming he had expected.

Yoongi was ready for apathy for the rest of the student body, even some suspicious glances thrown his way, given he’s an outsider infiltrating their little town’s haven. Instead, from the moment he stepped foot into the academy castle, he’s met with students approaching him to know his name, to befriend him, to know more about him. Girls and boys alike are flooding his path, overly friendly smiles, and kind gestures to the point of feeling overwhelming and Yoongi can't help but hate this sudden interest in him.

He expected -wished even- to be left alone, not this welcoming committee of students following him like a shadow everywhere he goes.

There hasn’t been a course he’s been to today without someone approaching him, interested in getting to know him but it’s not something he welcomes. Most of those students, -or professors in some cases-, are after him only because he’s the new student. Something entirely foreign and simultaneously so much fascinating to people that have known nothing more than what’s inside the premises of their little town. No one is really interested in him as a person and so Yoongi finds all those interactions irritating and weird.

But there is one person that managed to intrigue him.

There’s this fae boy, Jimin. He approaches Yoongi throughout the day.

Although his method might seem to some… unconventional.

Most people that approach Yoongi are really excited to get to meet him. Big, wide smiles, so forceful they almost look hurtful, eyes swimming with excitement and overall people practically throwing themselves at his feet. Although Jimin seems dormant. No skippiness in his steps, no trembling excitement or flashing smiles, no eagerness to get close to him. Instead, a frown masks the fae boy’s features every time he nears the dark-haired vampire boy, slow, dragging steps, as if unwilling to move, as he points Yoongi to the next class or the cafeteria. His words always come out as exasperated grumbles. Yoongi at one point thought the boy was cursing at him, only to realize he was just informing him about lunch hours.

Jimin helps out Yoongi through the school grounds and routine but it seems like the fae is doing it almost by force.

The notion that this might be a prank has passed Yoongi’s mind, but to be honest, Jimin’s tips have proven to be helpful, so Yoongi can’t help but wonder about the blond boy.

Hence, why, when he spots the man in the dining hall, he wastes no time in taking the empty seat next to him.

Jimin’s eyes almost bulge out of their sockets as he regards the vampire sitting nonchalantly beside him. Yoongi doesn’t seem like he pays attention to Jimin as he settles down and goes through his lunch, though his ears are attuned to the fae’s reactions, waiting for the moment the younger man speaks up.

Jimin closes his agape mouth and swallows nervously.

“What are you doing here?”

Yoongi almost laughs at the accusatory tone, finding himself enjoying teasing the other boy, but nonetheless, he remains serious.

“Having lunch?” he cocks an eyebrow.

Jimin huffs in annoyance. “No, yeah, I know, I mean…” he takes an exasperated breath, “Why here?”

“Because it’s the dining hall?” Yoongi barely manages to conceal his laughter as Jimin’s ears grow red.

“I- ugh! I meant why next to me?!” he exclaims out loud, irritation shimmering in his words, though he looks more like a child that’s just been denied ice cream. A slight glimmer appears behind Jimin, at the place where his wings are supposed to be, threatening to reveal themselves.

Yoongi lets out a breath, deciding that was enough teasing.

“Well, to be frank, it feels like you don't particularly like me and yet you still help me around. Couldn’t help but feel curious…” he comments before taking a bite of his medium-rare steak.

Jimin once again remains speechless as he regards the other boy, suddenly feeling ashamed of his behavior. His eyes fall to his lap, biting his lip as he ponders on his answer.

“I… I’m sorry if I made you feel unwelcome, it wasn’t my intention, honestly…” he responds, for once no sign of annoyance in his features, only remorse, and guilt.

“Don’t worry about it. Actually, it was a nice change from being treated like the town’s local rockstar,” Yoongi chuckles, tone casual as Jimin visibly relaxes next to him.

“Oh, yeah, the whole town’s been buzzing since they learned about the new vampire transfer…” Jimin comments, finally seeming to be comfortable around Yoongi’s presence.

“But why?” Yoongi’s voice is full of confusion, not at all understanding why is everyone so enticed by him.

“Well I think being a Min and a vampire might have tipped the scale…” the fae boy says as-a-matter-of-a-factly.

Yoongi’s unimpressed stare makes Jimin reconsider.

“Ah, right… You’re new here…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jimin rolls his eyes before he speaks again.

“Well, the fact that you belong to one of the oldest vampire families in the world should be enough but this town…”, he pauses, clearly struggling to find a way to put this, “...it’s a little different from other magical colonies…” Jimin begins to explain and Yoongi puts his food aside in favor of something much more interesting.

“I’m sure you’re aware of how the universal hierarchy of magicals works at the rest of the world. At the bottom there are the werewolves, -due to their lack of self-control once they transform-, then demons, then shapeshifters, then mermaids, fae, elves, vampires and on the top there are sirens and… witches,” he speaks the last word in a hushed whisper, something that confuses Yoongi, “due to each species’ control of their respective magic. But here…” the fae boy shakes his head in thought, “the hierarchy is a bit different…”

Yoongi thinks it’s safe to say his attention has been captured.

“You see, 11 years ago an accident happened that killed almost half the town, humans and supernatural beings alike…” Jimin’s voice now becomes quiet, eyes wary as they look around to make sure no one else is listening.

“There was a fire, started right at the witch coven of Xefoto and it spread through the entire town. If it wasn’t for the faes’ help the whole town would have gone down in flames. And even though many people were killed and injured, witches were entirely erased. Only one witch survived and well… it’s pretty much common knowledge between the locals that she set those fires…” Jimin concludes but Yoongi isn’t easily convinced.

“But why? It makes no sense for her to wipe out her entire coven…” he interjects but Jimin simply shrugs.

“No one knows. Rumor has it she was drunk for power and wiped her peers out so she could act freely without her coven interjecting her every decision. Everyone suspects it’s her but some of the evidence was destroyed so she was never caught. Others say she’s cursed…” Jimin responds with wide eyes and Yoongi has an inkling Jimin is one of those people.

But the fae boy continues, undisturbed. “And well… The hierarchy changed after that. Since practical magic was the one that caused everything, it is kind of frowned upon to practice the art of it since most times it’s completely uncontrollable. Natural magic, on the other hand, is completely fine, like faes’, elves’ and demons’. Witches, -or well just this one witch-, is at the bottom of the hierarchy tower.”

Yoongi scrunches his eyebrows. “Even bellow werewolves?” he finds that hard to believe.

But Jimin nods. And Yoongi can’t help but wonder how awful this woman’s life must be. Bellow werewolves? That shit’s hard.

Jimin continues. “So witches dropped and since sirens also use practical magic, they got dragged along with them. Now they’re on the same level as mermaids,” Yoongi shudders at the mere thought. A prideful and vengeful being like a siren being cramped up with mermaids? That can’t be good.

“Fae also rose up due to the help they provided and now rest at the top,” the blond boy explains somewhat remorseful before he keeps going, “... along with vampires.”

Yoongi lets out a sound of understanding at that. That’s why everyone was treating him like that.

“Okay, now everything makes a bit more sense…” he admits, before stealing a glance at Jimin.

“And I guess it explains your behavior towards me, too.”

Jimin's head snaps up, eyes wide with alarm.

“You were forced into befriending me, weren’t you?” Yoongi asks insightfully and Jimin’s ears redden once more.

“I’m sorry. My parents thought it’d be great for our family if I were to become your friend… we may be fae but… we’re not the most prestigious family there is. Not even close…” Jimin sounds resigned as if already expecting the vampire boy to be offended but this. But Yoongi can only nod in agreement.

He knows a thing or two about family expectations.

He sighs before pushing his tray aside, done with his food and he stands up. “So, where does the course for “interspecies rights” take place?” Yoongi asks nonchalantly, even though the boy already knows the way to said classroom. He can’t help but feel a certain level of sympathy towards the fae boy, even if Jimin approached him with a certain agenda in mind.

Jimin looks at Yoongi with disbelief. “I- I’m sorry?”

The vampire turns to look at him with no sign of malice in his eyes. “You’re my tour guide, aren’t you? I expect you to show me around, not just the university but the town as well,” Yoongi explains and Jimin can’t help but look at the boy with gratitude. Then the blond boy stands up as well.

“Follow me.”

As Jimin walks Yoongi through the academy grounds, the vampire gets to know a little bit more about the quiet fae boy.

Jimin is one year younger, at 22, born and raised at Xefoto but his family, -being one of the few that settled years after the settlement was formed-, isn’t exactly prestigious among their peers. Actually, Jimin’s family, the Parks, have been around no longer than 3 eons, making them almost foreigners in correlation with the other families.

The fae boy is studying to become a Bringer, the magical equivalent of a lawyer. Although Yoongi spots a healing course at the younger man’s schedule that has nothing to do with being a bringer.

But Yoongi doesn’t ask. Everyone has their secrets.

What he also learned is that Jimin has a girlfriend. Actually, scratch that, the exact word used was “betrothed”. Which came as quite a shock to say the least, as when Yoongi first met the blond boy, he thought he was gay. To be honest, though, Sua and Jimin didn’t seem to be exactly enamored with one another.

But, again, Yoongi does not ask.

Instead, he pretends to be interested in the architecture of the castle and not at all observing the slightly suspicious looks Sua is giving him.

“So,” the fae girl exclaims, voice loud and commanding, successfully interrupting whatever Jimin was about to say. The boy effectively swallows his words before deflating slightly. But then, as if it never happened, a mask of excitement takes over his features as he turns his attention to his girlfriend.

Yoongi observes the interaction with hawk-like eyes. And again he says nothing.

Sua smiles brightly before continuing. “Where are you boys planning on going next? Jimin you should show Yoongi around our town! There’s so much to see really!” the girl exclaims enthusiastically and Yoongi fights to conceal the slight frown that threatens to appear. If he had to guess, he’d say Sua supports the Parks family’s decision to force Jimin on Yoongi.

Jimin timidly nods his head before speaking up. “Ah, yes, I was hoping to show him the old town of Xefoto and then grab some drinks-”

Sua gasps excitedly. “That’s a great idea! I’ll tell you what, why don’t you go to Selkie’s Place? They serve some wonderful mashed potatoes - and I can meet you there with some friends, I’m sure you must be dying to meet new people!” she concludes with a grin and Jimin throws an apologetic smile at Yoongi.

Yoongi grinds his teeth. “Yes… dying…”

Sua doesn’t get the sarcasm and squeals before clapping her hands together. “Fantastic! Let’s say eight? Yeah, that’s perfect, we’ll meet you there!” she says excitedly before fishing her phone out of her skirt and walking away almost immediately. Too engrossed in her typing to actually say “goodbye” to the two boys.

Yoongi sends a glare to a fidgeting Jimin. “That’s your girlfriend?”

Jimin sighs. “I know she’s kind of a lot. But she’s nice once you get to know her!”

Yoongi purses his lips before shrugging, it’s not his place to comment on that. “If you say so. So, old town of Xefoto, huh?” he redirects the conversation and Jimin’s eyes gleam in excitement, as they begin walking towards the exit.

“Oh yes! It’s very picturesque, there’s this museum with historic relics and the history of the town, plus the first families that gotten here, the founding of the academy and even-” Jimin rambles on about something he’s clearly into but as Yoongi listens to him he fails to see the person to his left.

This inevitably leads into him bumping into said person, thus spreading the books they’ve been holding all over the marble floors.

He hears a sigh of resignation coming from the girl dressed in all black before she crouches down to pick up her books.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking,” Yoongi explains, ignoring Jimin’s terrified gasp as he rushes to help by picking up the rest of the books. Only to stop when he realizes the girl has stopped as well.

And currently stares at him.

He raises his eyes at her, indignantly, not ready to deal with another person dying to get to know him.

But instead of the heart-eyes look he expects to see, he’s met with big, doe-like eyes that stare at him with unadulterated shock.

Yoongi suddenly forgets the rest of his sentence. What did he want to say anyway? Something foolish and weird for sure and with the way the girl’s eyes are boring into him he can’t help do anything but blink.

There’s something about her, he can’t quite tell. Something about the way her eyelashes flutter, about the parting of her lips as she silently gasps, the roundness of her cheeks and the crystal color of her eyes. They all leave Yoongi breathless. Like she took the air out of the room and he’s left helpless. He could swear he’s been under some sort of spell. But he knows his spells. And this isn’t one.

The girl’s hair falls right into her face and Yoongi has an itch in his fingers, from the sudden urge to reach forward and brush them away to get a better look.

But that would be weird. Definitely creepy and weird.

Then the girl’s eyes, as if suddenly remembering where they are, move to the person behind Yoongi, Jimin.

Her eyes widen even more and Yoongi swears he sees fear in them.

Fear accompanied by sadness.

That doesn’t sit well with him. As he sees the girl’s eyes moving rapidly away, he has this bad feeling growing in the middle of his chest, warning him, burning him. Like a premonition he’s certain he doesn’t want to come true.

So he speaks up.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

But as soon as his voice reaches her ears, the girl springs into action.

She immediately grabs her books from Yoongi’s hands before taking off instantly, not sparing the two men another glance.

Yoongi’s eyes follow her figure down the hall, speechless. Did he actually creep her out? He couldn’t tell.

The girl disappears behind the gates, hasty in her steps, not bothering to look back.

At that moment Jimin releases a breath, Yoongi only now remembering the existence of the other boy, and he sees the fae being relieved by the girl’s absence.

“What?”

Jimin’s eyes are wide with horror. “God that was close! Do you know who that was?”

Yoongi’s unimpressed stare gives Jimin his answer.

“That was her! The witch!”

Yoongi’s features scrunch up in confusion at that.

The witch? The one that’s supposed to have caused the accident?

Yoongi thought the witch was an old woman for sure. Some recluse, living far away from modern society, deep in the woods, cursing everyone that crossed her path. After all the fires happened eleven years ago.

Realization hits him and his eyes widen in mortification.

She was only a child.

His stare moves to the gates, already curious about the girl with the black dress that disappeared behind them.

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By the Mirror (Nicky x Jan) - One Shot

AO3 Link [A/N: So uhmm this is just a very late night work and I have no idea why I wrote this but I was just inspired and was at awe by this picture I saw of Nicky I think from Vegas for press week (maybe??) and she was just so hot. Also, a friend gave me a prompt “My eyes are up here.” This is my first time after a loooong time to write and post a smut so forgive me. 👉 👈 So yeah, I hope you enjoy!] Summary: She noticed the other girl cleared her throat and take a quick gulp as she shifted her eyes on the French girl’s face, which made her smirk bigger. “You know, if you just ask nicely, you will be granted.”

By the Mirror

The sound of clacking heels, racks of dresses and pieces of clothing rolling around the area, and chattering voices surrounded the huge backstage area as the performers prepared for their weekend show by the club. The loud music from the stage tried its best to conceal the different conversations the audience were having as they waited and talked with their drinks in hand. The managers and assistants were scrambling around the floor as they made their final check-ins of the clothes the dancers were going to wear for their performances. Meanwhile, the performers were sat in front of a wall of mirrors, some practicing their performance while some had their stylists focusing on their hair and their makeup look for the evening. One of the stylists employed for that night was Jan.

Jan had started working for the company not long ago so she was not yet very much familiar with everyone in the workplace. She was friendly though, it was not hard for her to make any new friends or be acquainted with the performers she work with. For that show, she was assigned to work with two clients. She had only met the first girl and that’s the one she was styling at the moment. She stood there in front of the brunette girl as she put on some eyeshadow color that matched perfectly with the color of her dress. They were getting acquainted, having little chats as she put on her makeup.

Contrasting to the performers’ extravagant outfit, Jan was wearing something simple, making her difficult to spot against the small crowd on the backstage. For tonight, she decided to put on a white v-neck shirt, which she deeply regretted after the first time she put on an eyeshadow color on her client’s face as it brushed some powder on her clean white shirt. She had a pair of jean shorts on, coupled with purple sneakers, her favorite color. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, strands of her hair falling on the sides of her face, shaping it beautifully. She was undeniably attractive, also enhanced by her amazing makeup skills which she was known for. That night, she decided to put on a simple look to pair with her simple clothing choice, just her normal eyebrows, a winged eyeliner on top of a gradient purple eyeshadow, and a nude lip. She looked so simple, yet so gorgeous. When she made her way into the backstage earlier that evening, some even assumed she was a performer and almost made her sit down in front of the mirrors.

“Have you all seen Nicky?” A black-haired lady entered, she was wearing a white pansuit which accentuated her body and power, allowing everybody to give way to her as she pranced in the middle chaos in the backstage. Jan assumed she was the owner of the club named Widow who she only spoke through the phone. Her loud voice vibrated across the room, as she looked for her main performer. “I am so close to firing her ass.”

Just as she was uttering her words, a French girl came in wearing a light blue metallic coat which hovered on her shoulder, her mesh black mesh body suit with a black leather corset wrapped around her waist covered her slim and sexy body. Her ample chest was barely covered by a small black bra underneath her almost see-through body suit. Her look was paired with a thigh-high leather boots. Her short silver hair was messily covering half of her bare face which slightly annoyed the club owner.

“I heard you were looking for me.” Her thick accent rang on Jan’s ears as she was helping her client. She lifted her head for a second to look for where the voice was coming from only to see an almost-drunk yet attractive woman coming to the backstage. She had a drink in hand which she assumed was alcohol. The blonde girl was sure she hadn’t met her before but she was also sure she had never seen such beautiful woman in her life. She caught herself staring into her beauty, watching her as she brushed her fingers through her silver hair. She was put into a stop as she heard the stylist beside her clear her throat, her eyes rolling at the sight of the main performer.

“You know, I heard that that girl is a bitch.” The ginger-haired girl on her other side commented, starting a conversation with the curly-haired girl on the opposite side of Jan.

“Oh yes. She’s really bossy. I wish I’ll never work for her ever again.” The other responded. This made the blonde curiously look at the attractive lady from across the room. “I don’t even know why she get to have her own room. Who is she?”

“Well, child, apparently she’s the best performer her in this club. She receives a lot of tips from the audience. Listen to them later when she is performing, you’ll be gagged.”

“And what does it have to do with owning a room? She’s not that special, I think.” The ginger-haired girl rolled her eyes as she curled her client’s long black hair.

“I don’t know too, I just know Widow wouldn’t even really fire her. She’s her best earner.” The two of them shrugged before continuing back to work, making Jan glanced at the tall lady, definitely intrigued.

“Where have you been, Nicky? You’re about to be on stage in an hour and yet you are still not prepared.” Widow scoffed towards the tall French girl.

“Can’t you see? I’m very much prepared now. Look at this.” Nicky turned around to show her outfit to the club owner who was deeply unimpressed. As she was making a circle, her foot stepped on the hem of her light blue coat which made her stumble. It didn’t miss Widow’s eyes which added to her annoyance with her employee. She leaned in and sniffed, noticing a hint of alcohol under her breath.

“Nicky! Are you drunk?”

The tall lady hiccupped before shaking her head. “No! No, I’m not. Anyway, I’ll be in my room. Is my stylist there? I need to get my hair and makeup done.” This made Jan gulped on her place as she tried to focus her attention on the girl she was working with. After hearing the other stylist’s comments about the French, she became afraid of being paired with her. She surely was gorgeous however, there was something in her stance that made the blonde nervous as she felt the aura coming off of her really did leave a scary impression. Somehow, a wish came across her mind and she hoped to herself that the girl wasn’t the second client she was assigned with.

A hand reached her shoulder as she received a pat from the head stylist. “Girl, your next customer has arrived. If I were you, I won’t make her wait.” She quickly tried to finish the first girl’s makeup and made some quick touches to her hair before she received a nudge from the head stylist. “Go. I’ll finish this one for you. ”

Before she could even ask where her assigned performer was, she was pointed to the small door by the end of the backstage. The lights and the sign outside the room made it easily known for the people to identify who the owner of the room was. Jan picked up her makeup bag and hurriedly walked to the door, her knees slightly trembling as she headed to the room with the sign that said “Nicky”.

“Don’t you know how to knock? And where have you been? Ugh, you’re so slow.” The attitude from the French girl’s voice was obvious as it echoed on Jan’s ear. She entered the room in a deliberate pace. She saw the lady sitting in front of the mirror, her legs crossed exposing her bare thighs. She settled down and put her makeup bag on the table and started cleaning up the brushes before she used them again.

“Wait, who are you?” With an eyebrow raised, Nicky turned her eyes to look at the blonde girl in front of her. “Where’s Jaida? She’s the one always assigned to me.”

“Uhm, Nicky, Jaida was on a rest day today. She called in earlier that she won’t be able to work so they assigned you to me.”

“Nicky? Don’t you have manners?” The raised eyebrow on Nicky’s face remained on her face as she annoyingly look at the girl in front of her. “Are you new here? People call me Ma’am.”

“Oh, yes Ma’am. I’m sorry.” Jan cursed herself under her breath as picked up a thin angle brush and her eyebrow palette to start on with the makeup. She didn’t want to go against the performer’s side so she worked as quietly as she can.

She was typically not the silent type and would literally chat with her clients as she do her work but there was just something about this French woman in front of her that made her weak in the knees. The only reason that she could think of for now was that how scary the girl was. She didn’t want to lose her job so she just decided to be as obedient as she can, at least for the night. She wished that would be the first and last night she would be working with this girl.

As Jan was choosing a color to match Nicky’s outfit, she found herself staring on the girl’s clothes far too long. The French girl was quick to notice where the blonde’s eyes were which made her raise her eyebrow out of habit once more. “Where are you looking at? My eyes are up here.” She said with a gruff voice, looking up at the girl in front of her.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Jan blinked confusedly as she tried to bring back herself to her train of thoughts as she put on a deep smokey eyelook on Nicky’s face. She did her best to focus on her face but being up close with the French lady took her breath away. Added with the mesh suit wrapped around the client’s body, it made her mind clouded with thoughts.

The blonde was silently working on the woman’s face, moving closer to her as she put a pair of fake lashes on her lids, not that she really needed them. Jan noticed her small beautiful face, which she thoughts was more stunning than just looking at it from far away. The silver-haired girl’s voice broke the silence, also crumbling down her thoughts.

“Hey, what’s your name again?” The client in front of her asked after a while of quietly scrolling through her phone.

“Jan. My name’s Jan, Ma’am.” She made sure to add the last word, not forgetting their first encounter earlier.

“Jan. I like that name. Now tell me, Jan, what are you looking at?” A slight smirk crept on Nicky’s face as she drew tiny circles on her bare thighs, looking up at the blonde in front of her. She noticed the other girl cleared her throat and take a quick gulp as she shifted her eyes on the French girl’s face, which made her smirk bigger. “You know, if you just ask nicely, you will be granted.”

“W-what do you mean, Ni- I mean Ma’am?” This time, beads of sweat were streaming down her head as she felt the atmosphere getting warmer. It made her glance towards the air condition unit which she was so sure didn’t change temperature. However, her body was exerting heat in ways she couldn’t explain.

With a sweet voice, the silver-haired girl said, “I saw you looking at me from across the room earlier. I know I had a few drinks before I came here but I knew that look. You want me.”

The confidence in Nicky’s voice sent shivers down the blonde’s spine as she tried her best to focus on the makeup palette and the brush she was holding as she did her makeup. “I don’t know what you mean. Anyway, I think we have to make this quick. You’re about to perform in a few minutes.”

Nicky glanced at the wall clock near the door before smiling to herself. “I still have time. The thing that needs to be quick is this.” She raised her hand up and brushed it slightly on the other girl’s thigh which left a tingling sensation on her skin. Now, Jan can’t deny it. The lingering feeling on her thigh from Nicky’s touch only added to the growing heat between her legs. She knew what her body was going through and she could deny it no longer.

The French girl felt the gradual change on Jan’s face as she slowly submitted to her desires. She stood up from her seat and pressed her body against the blonde, pushing her slightly onto the desk in front of her mirror. Her eyes made its way from her plump lips towards Jan’s dark orbs as her finger traced up to her waist, a smirk making a reappearance on her cherry-tinted lips. She leaned in, closing the gap between their faces as their lips met, placing a soft kiss on the blonde. Jan froze on her place, her eyes bulging widely as the taller girl move closer to her.

Nicky got what she expected. It didn’t take a while before she felt the other girl’s lips moving against her, craving for the taste of her mouth. She pulled her closer by the waist, closing the smallest distance their bodies had, as she offered her a hungry smooch. Their lips moved in harmony, taking in as much taste as they can, roughly kissing. Jan’s hands slowly placed the makeup brush she was holding on top of the desk but Nicky grasping her ass made it impossible. She dropped the brush on the floor which they just both ignored as they continue to share a passionate kiss. With her hands free, the blonde placed it on the tall girl’s neck, holding her face closer to her if it was even possible. She gradually parted her legs, letting Nicky positioned herself in between them.

The French had a small smile on her face as she felt the blonde grinding up against her thigh which she placed in between her legs, pressing against her clothed core. A moan escaped from Jan’s lips as Nicky traced her lips from her jaw down to her neck, placing light kisses on it. “Mhmm.” Sounds kept vibrating on her throat as she let the tall girl roam her body, her hands sneaking under her white v-neck shirt and pressing against her breasts. It didn’t take long for Nicky to unhook her bra before she placed her hands underneath, feeling the warmth of her chest against her cold hands, her fingers flickering on her hard nips.

Even though Jan felt weak, her knees wobbling even at the slightest touch from her, she used her strength to run her hands on the other’s body, making their way towards her waist. Just before she was about to grope her chest, a hand quickly stopped her. Nicky pulled away with the same cunning smirk from earlier before she whispered, “I told you, you just have to ask nicely.” It made the blonde girl roll her eyes in response before sexily biting her lower lip, looking sensually towards the taller girl.

“Please?” Her pleads earned a sneer laugh from Nicky. In an instant, she was granted her permission, the silver-haired girl placing her hand on top of her chest, letting her massage it softly as she tried to remove her leather corset, letting Jan’s hand creep underneath her black mesh top. The blonde, wanting to have a better look, hurriedly unhooked her black bra and pulled her closer to her. She positioned her bra up only to expose her ample breast and her hard pinkish nipples which Jan enjoyed playing with. As she let her finger draw circles around her nipples, a soft moan that Nicky had been trying to suppress escaped her cherry-tinted lips. With that, the blonde pulled her closer to her, leaning down as she take in her left breast in her mouth.

Loud oohs and ahhs echoed inside the performer’s room as Jan continued to suck on her chest. It didn’t take much time to get another moan from the blonde as Nicky let her hand travel down the stylist’s pair of shorts, sliding it underneath as she let her fingers feel the wetness in between her thighs. Her clothes were soaking wet, her legs spreading wider as she permitted the French lady touch her anywhere she would desire.

Without any warning, Nicky slid a finger inside the blonde’s wet core, a loud, yet pleasured sound breaking out from Jan’s throat. Her chest was moving up and down deeply as she tried to catch her breath from the lady’s touch. Her hand roughly groping onto the other’s chest as she felt another finger being inserted in her. She was mercilessly being fingered by the silver-haired girl, moans continuously escaping her lips.

The blonde wrapped her arms around Nicky’s neck as she ran her fingers through her silver hair, slightly grasping on it for support as she felt herself getting closer. She arched her back, leaning against the huge mirror behind her as she rolled her hips against the lady’s fingers. Meanwhile, the taller girl’s lips left kisses around Jan’s fair skin, light marks visible from all the sucking.

It didn’t take a while before the blonde’s legs straightened, her toes pointing out as she rode her climax, the other lady continuously fingering in and out of her as she felt her warm juice coat her hand. She gladly pulled it out and gazed at the sticky substance on her skin before licking her fingers sexily, her eyes fixated on Jan’s dark orbs. “Do you want some?”

The blonde nodded, receiving a smirk from Nicky. “What did I say?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” And with that, the tall girl placed her fingers in between Jan’s lips, letting her have a taste of herself. After licking her fingers clean, Nicky leaned in and gave Jan a hungry kiss which the latter gladly accepted.

“You have to be on stand-by in five.” A knock on the door was heard which caused a slight panic on Jan. She quickly fixed herself before she felt the French’s hand on her chin. She pulled her closer into another kiss, this time much more passionate and sensual, which made the blonde crave for more. As Nicky was about to pull away, she felt the other’s hands on her waist, pulling her closer.

“Oh, you’re very hungry and eager.” A small pout visible on Jan’s lips as she begged her to stay with her pleading eyes. “Babe, I have to be on stage in a while.” Nicky spoke as she fixed her clothes, quickly putting on a dark-colored lipstick, brushing her messy hair with her fingers, leaving it in disarray from their steamy session a few minutes prior. “Shall we continue after this? I’ll show you something they will never get to see on stage.”

“Sure, Ma’am.”

[A/N: Okay bye I’m gonna hide in my shell for awhile jgsjdgjsj]

#rpdr fanfiction #nicky x jan #nicky doll #jan #jan sport #lesbian au #smut #rpdr s12

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woolspun · 4 years

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blind faith, heartache, mind games-- mistakes.

etsu doesn’t do interviews much-- and for several different reasons. the most blatant ones included that while YES, she was a hero, she wasn’t exactly the highest with the billboard rankings... then her horribly busy ( and equally unpredictable ) schedule that had her ALL OVER the place. popularity and accessibility, those were the main two. then there were issues with uncomfortable topics. interviewers ALWAYS wanting to pry into her private life. questions regarding her relationships-- both romantic and familial. the last interview etsu had agreed to led to an uncomfortable discussion regarding her and her sister’s relationship, how the public never saw the two of them together, ever. it was hard to willingly be around someone who replaced you. or at least that was how etsu felt about the whole thing. not that the ram had said such a thing, oh no, she’d lied perfectly through her teeth ! something something.. anzu is a busy girl with her own aspirations of becoming a hero, and their schedules really just didn’t MESH. a smooth fib, and one that the journalist had been pleased with seeing as they’d dropped it rather quickly. currently, etsu sits within her bathtub after a particularly ROUGH interview, the questions increasingly becoming more and more personal, some of which she didn’t mind answering ! the one about taro ( her beloved cat ) had made her smile and long to feel the feline’s fluffy fur beneath her fingers-- and had also been enough for the redhead to pull her phone forth and show some photos off. again, anzu had been brought up. etsu’s lie hadn’t been as well-received as last time, the asker pushing to know why no aid was offered to the younger in her quest on becoming a hero. again, schedules were difficult to match up. etsu had been working through the nights and anzu was still a student that needed her rest, simple as that. a few more pushes were made but the hero held her ground to make it clear that was all she was willing to discuss when it came to her sister. the water isn’t hot like it had originally been, the temperature having chilled significantly to a distasteful... lukewarm. ugh. etsu’s fingers were starting to feel all gross and prune-like, too... yet she can’t bring herself to lift herself from the soothing embrace of porcelain walls and water. has the ram even wiped off the makeup they’d insisted on dolling her up with ? eurgh, it’d been just-- so much, TOO much. caked on thickly, making her skin feel as if it had been suffocating. at least the questions relating to rumors of her romantic relations were distracting enough. a sly eye raise paired with the ever-common ‘ we’ve heard rumors that you’ve been seeing-- blah blah blah ‘. always some random hero who’d never bother looking her way, or shouldn’t, given the age gap or whatever. the media was so strange. it gave her the chance to play games with them, so at least tough fluff got a LITTLE enjoyment out of the interview. it’d been awhile since etsu had last toyed with them in such a way, so for a moment she’s briefly thrown off before rolling along with it. she paints a bashful picture, cheeks reddening whilst those honeyed eyes flick off to the side-- and her hands, they fold together in a way that her fingers keep fiddling. what had she told them again ? ah, right. a steady nod, her gaze still locked elsewhere. ranunculus. symbolism: dazzling, charming. only so many heroes ( ahem, SEVERAL if not MOST ) could be described in such a way. it was enough for them to think they got a scoop, and even if her face was plastered all over the internet and magazines tomorrow... well, that was an issue for tomorrow. ah, her face. etsu’s hands scrub furiously at her face, the nearby washrag kept for just the job being snatched up and dragged harshly over and over her skin till it felt raw. just as raw as her emotions were, etsu’s feelings shifting about like an overfilled cup whose contents sloshed over the sides. liam campbell. her father. ever a HOT topic. questions relating to him were always in good nature, though-- asking if she owned any merchandise ( yes, of course, always pre-ordered from canadian sites or sent from the man himself ), how often they talked ( daily through texts, at least weekly via phone call ). innocent questions, harmless ones that left her with a warm and fuzzy feeling within. one of the final questions though, it left her REELING. ‘ how does it feel that when compared to your father’s successes in canada, you’ve done little-to-nothing at all, miss tough fluff ? ‘ essentially, they’d gone and called her a failure. which wasn’t fair. they couldn’t go and just-- just COMPARE her to him-- the reindeer hero: blitzen... the number four hero of canada. number four, when compared to her own rank, well it seemed like it was light years away. her chest feels tight. too tight. like someone went and wrapped her in duct tape-- or like a massive snake was winding itself around her torso. there’s a choked noise afterwards, a weakly-muffled sob that manages to claw its way from her chest. dammit. etsu had long-since accepted that she’d never stand on the same platform as her parent did... but having someone, a stranger nonetheless, take that and throw it in her face ? it hurt too much to bear. did ... did he think she was a failure ? no, no. her father hadn’t gone and done what her mother did-- essentially create a clone that she could raise HER way. the RIGHT way. it was only a matter of time before chikara took anzu’s drive to be a hero and directed it elsewhere. essentially turn her off from the career path. dammit, dammit ! she should’ve taken the younger under her metaphorical wing, protected her. DONE MORE. why did she always end up crying her eyes out in the bathtub ? she’s too tired for this, that interview and all those horrid questions sucking the literal life out of the woman’s body. after so long, etsu forces herself to drain the water and stand, a towel roughly dragging itself across first her hair, then her body. the motion repeats itself several times over, etsu no longer able to tell if her cheeks are red and numb from the crying or from the rough material rubbing at her skin. how embarrassing. other heroes were put through much worse, and on LIVE TELEVISION, yet etsu’s so certain that they don’t-- that they don’t turn tail and flee after. she yanks an oversized hoodie over her head, but not before clean underwear had been pulled up her thighs. there. acceptable enough. her couch is calling to her, but etsu isn’t quite as tired as she initially thought. maybe.. maybe she could text rumi and see if there was still a spot for her at that ladies’ night thing ? no, no, mixing her ( volatile ) emotions with alcohol would end poorly. staying in would be for the best. a petite hand grasps her switch from its dock, the screen popping to life. ignoring it, she makes her way to her spot and flops down upon it. the hero has to swaddle herself in her usual blankets before she finally opens her game. animal crossing. yes, this would be a good way to relax. catch some fish, some bugs, find some new fossils. it’s a shame that her eyes slip shut before she even gets a chance to play, sleep overcoming her form now that she was finally bundled up and in her favorite spot.

#Ꮚ•ꈊ•Ꮚ ❝ INK IS RUNNING TOWARD THE PAGE ! ❞ ( drabbles. )#// alcohol mention #ask to tag.#the lore:tm: im droppin' rn :pensive:#me @ 3 am last night furiously typing this up and absolutely going ape shit

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dementedgnomicwizard · 4 years

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i preplanned those tunnel tweets + made a list of specifically what pictures i wanted and finished making the worms earlier this morning so like i wasnt Winging It at all but it sure felt like it! bc weve only ever gone to the tunnels as a group before, but today the only time i could go was in the 25 minutes before my evening class and no one else was free then so i was like whatever ill just go get my pictures and then to class and it’s fine. so i put my little sandwich baggie full of worms in my pocket and went over to the machinery building, which is where the tunnel entrance is, but the entrance is in the basement and there’s two ways to get into the basement both of which are almost always locked so i was like well i’ll just check and see if either of them are open. and it turned out the freight elevator was allowing trips to the basement so i got in and went down

the freight elevator spits you out in like this really cluttered and fucked-up looking storage basement basically which is where the tunnel entrance is and while the tunnel is dark the basement itself is usually lit by these shitty fluorescents HOWEVER! today when the elevator doors opened it was absolutely completely dark in the entire enormous basement. but at that point i was like i made it over here, i have my worms, i have my photo list, i have time before class, and what are the odds the elevator will be working again, ill just use my flashlight who cares. so i turned my flashlight on and started picking my way through to the tunnel entrance, except i stopped and made a detour to take pics in that little office room because i thought it would sorta look like the room where they found gertrude’s body and i could make a fun joke about it ANYWAY as i’m coming out of the office room i notice that the stairway door directly across from me is open, which is weird because they’re Never open because they don’t want us to go down there. so i was like, shit, maintenance and/or security are down here and my only way out is the super obvious elevator so ill just wait them out so i like turned my flashlight off and crouched behind a bunch of shit

anyway i just sort of huddled in the dark for a while and soon enough it became clear that no one was actually coming so i took advantage of my proximity to the ground to scatter some worms and take that first worm pic where im pointing. and then i was like okay, might as well get the tunnel bit over with. so the area of the basement where the mouth of the tunnel is is closed off with this big metal fence and there’s like a wire-mesh on the front with a huge padlock only years and years of horrible college students have managed to sort of beat the bottom half of the gate a few inches outwards + compromise its integrity enough that its easy to pull far enough open for someone else to slip through. however my problems today were 1) like i said ive only ever gone with a group before, meaning i’d always had someone to hold the gate open for me, and i had never attempted to get through without assistance before let alone back out and 2) the gate is RIGHT next to the stairs that i mentioned earlier were open when they usually never are. so i stood there for a minute like... okay, say i DO try to get through myself, and i get stuck. OR, say that happens and THEN whoever was working down here comes back and im stuck so i get caught and in trouble.

and then i was like actually fuck it we ball so i like. sort of just got down fully on the ground (which was gross btw do not recommend) and like rolled and twisted and pushed myself around until i wiggled through. that was the moment when i sort of started to accept just how much tunnel dirt i was gonna be covered in by the end but it was so far past too late to back out so i headed into the tunnel entrance. it gets TRULY dark like really really soon after you walk in also like i thought the basement outside was dark because the lights were off but the tunnels are like.... DARK. anyway i stopped halfway down the entry tunnel to try and set up the like “worm door outline” thing from after MAG39 and like initially i had thought that i could figure out an okay way to at least temporarily get them on the wall bc theyre made of latex and super light but it was quickly apparent that that would not be the case so i found a patch of the floor that looked smooth enough to be a wall and set it up on there instead. so i’m like. squatting on the floor in this very dark and kind of gross tunnel, and i have my phone laying on the ground next to me flashlight-side-up so i can see as well as use both hands to dig cold little latex worms out of a sandwich baggie and arrange them in a pattern on the ground and the flashlight was lighting up the tunnel in the most fucked up way and it was dead silent and the WHOLE time i was like, and this is the moment when like a maintenance worker turns the corner and finds me and is just like, hello??? theres some clown playing with worms in the tunnel????

anyway that did not happen and instead i got my little doorway set up and then it was time to take the first pic (of the worm door by itself without me in it) which was when i realized that when i open my camera app my phone forcibly turns the flashlight off so every time i wanted to take a picture in the tunnels i was gonna have to turn my light off and just like chill alone in the pitch dark in a tiny tunnel for however long it took me to take each photo and i was like hm okay wig i guess so i took the door pic and then it took me like four tries to get myself positioned right for the cringe ass fail worms one because, surprisingly, it is difficult to position yourself directly in the center of an archway of worms that you cannot see, and while i was doing all those failed tries i got to spend a lot of time laying splayed out on my back in the dark on the tunnel floor anyway i got it finally so i just sort of kicked the worms to the sides and kept going in further. to get to the pit you have to turn left at the first fork and then take a right and then theres this weird like step? thing? in the middle of the tunnel and if youre me you have to do a super awkward crabwalk limbo step thing to get over it because the pipes on the ceiling above it are hot and the step comes up to like 6 inches below the pipe but also i dont like to touch the top of the step because its gross. so its always a production. this time i think they had worked on that pipe recently or something because it was leaking so the step was wet and the pipe dripped hot water onto my neck while i was crawling under it LMAO

anyway from there its a straight shot and it opens out into this like larger room near the entrance to the engine room and the pit is right at the edge of where the dirt of the tunnel turns into the concrete of the room floor. and theyve like half-covered the top of it in wooden planks but theyre not held down so when you have to step on them just for a second to get out of the tunnel its so nervewracking. theres overhead lights in that room though so that was nice idk if i couldve managed the flashlight-camera-transition in the dark AND one-handed. so i took my from-above tunnel pic and then i was like (checks my photos list) “well...... i did say id get two from inside the pit.” i had actually never been in the pit before because the other two times i’ve gone to the tunnels i’ve been with other people and they would barely even let me get near it let alone get on the ladder. so i was like well i guess there is a first time for everything so i put my phone in my back pocket and ducked under the little yellow chain they have up and started going down the ladder and i got like 8? maybe 10? feet down before i thought to look down again and let me just say..... all the times we had looked into that pit from above we had never guessed anywhere CLOSE to how deep it actually was. thats all. so i was like.... um i was expecting to be able to like, stand on solid ground while i take this pit selfie, but that was clearly not going to be an option, but also i had committed this far already to getting these pics from the pit so i was like ugh i guess and hooked my one arm over the ladder so i could get my phone out w the other hand and take the pics from in there. and then i climbed back out. the ladder rungs made my hands SO gross and dirty with rust i was like eugh eugh.

but after that the only picture left to take was the one w my pen and the only way for me to go was back out towards the entrance so i was like its fine im almost done. so i went back out until i got to the tunnel after the first fork and i was like cool here’s a good a place as any so i got my pen ready + went to get my camera out, and literally RIGHT as the flashlight went out and the camera app opened i was like SO sure i saw something move vaguely in the darkness to my right like REALLY close to me shoulder height so i was like uhhh no and took a flash photo more out of reflex than anything and i didnt see anything but also the flash lit up for like, one second and then it was dark again so i like switched back to the flashlight really quick and obviously it was just a normal tunnel and i was the only one there so i opened the camera app again to try to take the pic again and literally just like the first time right as the flashlight turned off i was soooo sure something moved right next to me like so close but i was like “nell. youre being insane.” so i didnt do anything and i just took like three more possible variations on the pic i wanted and then i turned my flashlight back on and once again obviously nothing was amiss so i was like epic win and went back out the tunnel entrance. and then i was like............. oh god i have to do the gate squirm again. but there was no other way so i just did it really fast before i could really get worked up about it lol and then i went back over to the freight elevator only when i pressed the button it would light up and then immediately go dark when i unpressed it and i was like oh fuck because 90% of the time when you get in on the ground floor this elevator literally refuses to take you to the basement and i was like oh no it re-locked while i was down here and now i can’t get up this way so im just like in this basement for the foreseeable future but then of course as i was going down that tangent the elevator doors opened and i stepped into the fluorescent light and looked down and was like wow i am just so thoroughly, completely, orangely covered in dirt. but i made it home with like 5 minutes to wash up a bit before my evening class so that was a win! i did learn however that i should never take my evening dose of adderall directly after a bit of minor breaking&entering while the adrenaline is still there because when i got to class i almost jackhammered a hole through the floor with my shakyleg

#tired and still probably quite dirty if im being honest but Satisfied with the Outcome #also i had a lot of fun during + especially afterwards when i got to actually use the pics i took

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thehelleniclunarwitch · 4 years

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Oh To Be a Barton (Chapter Two)

@justgrits

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A special lunch was to be held today. Today was a very special day for the performers and crew of the Traveling Wonders. Three years ago today, the Barton children had joined their family. In the end, Marcy was happy that she didn’t have to get rid of the kids they had grown on her the past three years and she felt motherly towards them. She adored all of them and wouldn’t change a thing.

Seventeen year old Barney, had made his way up through the ranks from bottom of the fish bowl to the top as the head of security guard proving his worth to Marcella. He trained under Jacques Duquesne, the Swordsman. Jacques mentored the boy over the past three years and helped him make his way up the ranks. Even though the man was a good teacher he was harsh and mean. Barney didn’t really trust the guy, but he appreciated what the man did for him.

Fifteen year old Clint, found himself under the wing of Buck Chisholm, or better known as Trick Shot. Clint discovered that he had quite the skill in archery. With the training of Trick Shot and his own skill he was able to earn himself the nickname, Hawkeye, and a part of the circus’s performance. People were always so amazed at the young teens talent. From his brother, Clint was taught to defend himself, some cities got out of hand and some fights broke out and Marcy liked knowing that her young crew members could take care of themselves.

Eight year old Emily, was left out to the dust by her brothers. Of course they always made time for their baby sister, but when it was time to work or train Emily had nowhere to go. Marcy convinced Clint to at least teach his sister enough moves to escape from anybody that attacked her. Emily didn’t like it at first. She didn’t like the fact that her brother was so rough on her, but the more he pushed her and with Barney’s watchful eye, Emily caught on easily. When Emily wasn’t able to train with her brother she followed Marcy around the whole compound.

Emily had become Marcy’s little personal assistant. The girl was incredibly intelligent and could hold better conversations with Marcy than most of the men and women that had worked for her for years. When Marcy had introduced Emily to the wonders of technology, Marcy swore she created a monster. Emily soaked up everything she read on the internet. Between her schooling with Marcy, training with Clint, and her own research on the computer the young girl really never had any other time to enjoy being a kid.

Marcy of course blames herself on that one for even introducing the girl to the computer, but as always it helped her out in the long end. Emily began looking up popular cities that would catch them more attention to bring in more money. She began doing research for Clint. Emily would find archery tricks, mixture them together so that two different tricks could mesh well, teach it to her brother and make Clint even better at performing. Having the kids around was definitely making her place so much better.

“Clint!” Emily shouted as she wove herself through the pitched tents.

“Hey sweetheart.” Clint greeted his sister when she finally came to a halt.

“Come on! Come on!” Emily urged as she pulled on Clint’s arm.

“What’s the rush?” Clint asked.

“Remember? It’s our special lunch today!” Emily exclaimed.

“Ugh, that’s today? I have to practice for tonight’s show.” Clint replied.

“Nobody is going to care, Clint. This lunch is for us.” Emily grinned.

Clint sighed and placed his bow back in it’s holder. Emily didn’t wait to hear his arguments. Instead she yanked him up out of his spot and started dragging him through the compound. Clint let out a small chuckle as her short legs stumbled in excitement as she pulled him along.

“Barney is already there.” Emily told him.

“Well if Barney is there.” Clint said.

“Yeah, exactly, you butthead.” Emily told him.

“I think you’re mistaken. Barney is the biggest butthead.” Clint pointed out.

“Nuh huh, Clint. The biggest butthead award goes to you.” Emily said.

Emily let out a squeal as Clint rushed forward and scooped her up. She laughed as Clint tickled her before flipping her around so she was clinging to his back. Clint carried Emily the rest of the way to the mess tent where mostly everyone was getting their lunch and spreading out onto the tables. Barney saw his siblings coming and left Marcy in mid conversation to join them. As usual he ruffled Clint’s hair and then pressed a kiss to Emily’s temple.

“What took you two so long?” Barney asked.

“Clint was going to be a party pooper.” Emily informed.

“Loser.” Barney said plucking Emily from Clint’s back.

“Shut up.” Clint scoffed rolling his eyes.

“Come on, now. We can’t be upsetting the baby today. It’s her favorite day of the year.” Barney replied.

Emily wiggled herself free from Barney’s grasp. She ran from her brothers earning herself a sigh from Buck and Jacques as she squeezed her way past Marcy to get something to eat. Barney looped an arm around his brother’s neck and dragged him towards the food table. Marcy smiled at the brothers as they both grabbed a plate and started to fill it mountain high with several different types of food.

Once the food was finished and cleaned up nobody really wanted to get back to work. The crew sat around the tables still talking with each other. Emily had grown tired, but was too stubborn to admit and take a nap. She did however measled her way over to Buck who had happily picked up the girl and carried her around. She enjoyed listening to Buck’s silly conversations with the other adults.

Buck stood with Emily plastered against his chest. Her face buried in his neck soft snores were coming from the young girl as she slept against Buck. Barney had offered to take Emily from him and put her down in Marcy’s trailer to sleep, but Buck didn’t mind. He thought of the Barton kids as his own younger siblings. He paced back and forth to keep Emily asleep as he watched Clint’s new training with Swordsman. Buck wasn’t too thrilled with Jacques offer to add to Clint’s training, but in the end it was up to Clint.

“You’re not concentrating.” Jacques scolded as he tapped Clint on the forehead.

“I’m tired and it’s hot here. Plus Buck never makes me train on a Sunday.” Clint explained as he rubbed the kinks out of his shoulder.

“That’s your problem. You whine too much and don’t train enough.” Jacques replied.

“The boy trains enough.” Buck snapped.

“Just stay out of it.” Jacques growled back.

“Clint, it’s your call. If you’re done for the day you can walk away.” Buck said ignoring Jacques growl.

“No he can’t!” Jacques growled.

“Buck’s right Jacques, I’m tired and being tired isn’t going to do me any good.” Clint said.

“He’s obviously hurt Jacques and that’s affecting his outcome. Just let the kid be a kid for the day. That’s why I don’t make him train everyday.” Buck replied.

“You’re just making excuses for him.” Jacques snarled in annoyance.

Emily woke with a start and looked around with bleary eyes. Buck rubbed at her back before putting her down so he could check on Clint’s shoulder. Emily mumbled something about going to look for Barney. Buck paid her no attention he was more concerned with Clint and his injury. Out of the corner of his eye Buck could see Emily walking in front of the targets as she crossed the wide area to where Barney sat talking with Stevie.

“How bad is it?” Buck asked.

“Just sore. I can’t work it out.” Clint said as he kept rubbing at his shoulder.

“Let me see it.” Buck ordered as he pushed Clint’s hand away.

“I know of the perfect way to pump your adrenaline.” Jacques spoke.

“Just knock it off.” Clint snapped. “I’m done for the day and I mean it.”

Both Buck and Clint looked over to where Jacques stood. He had his own bow raised and aimed. Buck’s eyes widened when he saw Emily bend down to pick up a dollar that someone had dropped. Clint was scrambling to his feet pushing Buck out of the way. Emily stood and shoved the dollar into her tiny pocket of her jean shorts.

“Emily!” Clint shouted as he sprinted towards his sister.

Barney whipped around to see his sister standing in the middle of the target field. He saw Clint sprinting towards their younger sister. He looked back from where Clint came from and saw Jacques standing there with his bow raised right at his Emily. There was no way that Clint was going to make it to her in time. Barney jumped to his feet and began running full force towards Emily.

His heart stopped when he heard the familiar snap of the bow string and the whizzing sound of the arrow. A small scream escaped from his sister two seconds before Clint tackled into her knocking her to the ground. The whole compound went dead silent as everyone froze in pure shock of what they had just seen.

Marcy, her father Mr. Carson, and Buck started running towards where Clint and Emily lay. Barney could hear his little sister crying as Clint rolled over to check her. The arrow lay embedded in the ground next to her, but there was a large gash on her thigh from where the arrow had grazed her. Barney dropped down next to his siblings. He ripped the bottom part of his shirt and pressed it to Emily’s leg.

“What the hell happened?” Mr. Carson asked.

“He shot her! He shot her!” Clint snarled.

“Jacques was punishing Clint for quitting for the day.” Buck snarled as he lifted the young girl up.

“Jacques!” Mr. Carson shouted before storming over to the man.

“We need to get that bleeding to stop before we do anything else.” Marcy said.

“Do you want me to go to town and fetch a doctor?” Stevie asked.

“We don’t have the time.” Buck hissed.

Marcy led the others over to the medical tent. She cleared one of the tables so Buck could lay Emily down. Her tears had stopped, but she was still sniffling. Marcy pressed a hand to the girl’s forehead before pressing a kiss to her chubby cheeks. Emily clung to Clint’s hand as Buck and Barney examined the wound. Blood was still pouring out, but it was no longer gushing. Buck had pushed Barney away so he could put gauze against the wound to help it stop.

“She’s going to need stitches.” Buck said.

“No.” Emily pouted.

“It will be alright, sweetheart. You won’t feel a thing.” Buck told her.

“You promise?” She asked.

“Promise. And if you’re an extra good girl I’ll buy you a big ice cream cone.” Buck said.

“Deal.” Emily said as she wiped the tears from her face.

“Marcella, will you be able to help me?” Buck asked.

“Yes, I’ll get the right instruments.” Marcy replied.

Buck looked up to the two Barton boys. “Are you two going to be able to be present without causing a scene?” Buck asked.

“Yes, sir.” Both boys answered.

“Good, because your sister needs you and she needs you on your best behavior.” Buck replied.

“What about Jacques though?” Clint asked.

“Let Mr. Carson handle it.” Buck answered.

Clint stayed where he stood and held onto Emily’s hand. Her tiny fingers played with his while she tried to keep her mind off from what Buck was doing. Barney moved to stand on the other side of Buck blocking Emily’s view from the older man. Barney knew she was going to be traumatized enough with being shot with an arrow he didn’t need her being even more damaged at the sight of her leg or the giant needle Buck was going to have to prick her with.

“You’re going to feel a little pinch, your leg will feel sleepy, and then you won’t feel anything else, okay?” Buck told her.

“Okay.” It came out as a whisper.

“Emily,” Clint said.

“What?” Emily asked looking up at her brother.

“Do you remember when we took you horseback riding?” Clint asked her.

Emily nodded. “Yeah, my horse didn’t like your horse and he kept biting your horse’s tail.”

“Yeah and you were supposed to tell him to stop, but you were too busy giggling.” Clint replied.

“I couldn’t help it! The one time he bit your horse right on the butt! Then your horse went crazy and you fell off.” Emily said with a small giggle.

“Oh, so you still think that’s funny?” Clint asked.

Emily quickly covered her mouth to hide her giggles. Clint narrowed his eyes at her, but Emily couldn’t stop. Her hand slid away as the tiny giggles escaped her once more. Clint gave her an angry growl before pretending to eat at her fingers.

“I’ll make a three course meal out of you.” He threatened.

“Barney won’t let you!” Emily gasped.

“I don’t know. A three course Emily dinner sounds so scrumptious.” Barney teased.

“No! You’re supposed to save me from the big bad Clint.” Emily fake cried.

“Oh! You’re right I’m supposed to be the knight.” Barney said.

“Duh.” Emily said.

“Alright our little damsel. You have been saved.” Buck said.

Clint helped Emily sit up so she could see the gash on her leg. It was all closed up with a nice line of stitches. She counted them quickly. Twenty three stitches covered her left thigh. When she was finished counting every stitch Buck covered the wound with a new gauze and taped it to her skin.

“It might hurt to walk, but you’ll just have to be extra careful.” Buck told her.

“Was I a good patient?” Emily asked.

“Extra good. Want that ice cream cone?” Buck asked.

“Yes, please!” Emily exclaimed happily.

Buck picked Emily up. Marcy followed behind as Emily excitedly talked about the kind of ice cream she wanted. Barney and Clint stayed behind. They both knew what was coming. When Buck was finally out of earshot with Emily, Barney turned around to face his younger brother. Clint was already standing with his fists clenched.

“I told you Clint. I told you not to mess with Jacques.” Barney said.

“He was giving me extra training.” Clint snapped.

“Yeah and I told you that he’s too much. I can barely make it through a training without falling over dead from a heart attack. He’s not just mean, Clint, he’s ruthless. And because you didn’t listen to me Emily got hurt.” Barney snarled.

“I didn’t tell him to shoot Emily.” Clint hissed.

“No, but he damn well knows that our biggest weakness is Emily.” Barney snapped.

“So what do you want me to do Barney? It’s not like I can take it back.” Clint asked.

“Listen to me!” Barney roared. “Stop training with him. Stay the hell away from him. Do what’s best for Emily.”

“I am doing what is best for Emily. I am making myself a better protector!” Clint shouted. “I’ve seen the way those perverted men look at our sister in every city that we go to. I’ve seen the look of the crazy moms that want to give her a better life. She’s too young to protect herself, to know any better, but the better I become the safer Emily will be.”

“Do you honestly believe that?” Barney asked. “You’re an idiot Clint. Put our sister’s needs before yours. That’s what all of this has been about. We were abused, Clint. Beaten, cursed, and hated by our own parents. The crazed look Jacques gets in his eye is the same look our dad used to get before he’d beat us. Dad knew that Emily is our weak link and so does Jacques. He knows that we would do everything to save her. I can fight off Jacques, but you can’t, you’re not strong enough.”

“I won’t let her get hurt again.” Clint hissed.

“Damn right you won’t because you’re going to stay the hell away from Jacques, do you understand me?” Barney snapped.

“Or what? What are you going to do Barney?” Clint asked angrily.

“You’ll wake up one day and we’ll be gone. I sneaked away once before, but that was with you. Don’t think for one minute that I wouldn’t do that again for Emily, but leave you behind.” Barney explained.

“You can’t take her from me!” Clint shouted the panic rising in his chest, he couldn’t lose Emily.

“If you keep putting her life at risk then I damn well do what I please. All of this has been for Emily. I could care less about being strong, about this damn security job, or this whole damn circus. But Emily loves it here and the crew. She’s safe and she’s loved, but if you keep messing with Jacques then I will take her from you.” Barney threatened.

“Over my dead body.” Clint snarled.

“You really think you can take me on?” Barney asked.

“No, but if you try and take Emily then I will try my hardest to stop you.” Clint replied.

“I don’t want to separate us, Clint, but I’m thinking of Emily here. She was hurt today because you didn’t listen to me. If you don’t start listening to me then I will leave and I will take Emily with me.” Barney said.

The boys’ conversation was cut short when Mr. Carson came over to join them with Jacques dragging behind them. Clint was heaving from the argument with his brother. Barney unclenched his fist and shoved his hands into his pockets to keep him from punching the man in the face. Mr. Carson grabbed Jacques by the arm and yanked the man forward so he was standing in front of the Barton brothers.

“I never meant to actually hit your sister.” Jacques stated.

“Yeah, but you did.” Clint snapped.

“I only wanted to get you motivated.” Jacques explained.

“Jacques, I appreciate you taking me in, but I just don’t think we’re a match.” Clint said.

Jacques nodded. “I agree. I think you’re better off with just training with Buck.”

With that said, Clint stormed off leaving Barney to level with Jacques. Mr. Carson stood with his arms crossed over his chest. He watched the pair with careful eyes. He didn’t trust Jacques and he understood what Barney was doing. The young boy was just trying to keep his siblings alive and play the game at the same time.

“I hope we have no hard feelings?” Jacques asked.

“Listen,” Barney began. “We’ll let bygones be bygones, I’ll still train with you, but if you ever go after Emily again it will all be over. Do you understand?”

“I completely understand.” Jacques answered.

“Make sure you stay away from Emily.” Mr. Carson added.

“Don’t worry, I will.” Jacques said before leaving.

Mr. Carson turned towards Barney. “You need to be careful boy you two just made an awful enemy.”

Barney nodded. “I know.”

“Somebody is going to have to stop him.” Mr. Carson sighed.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Barney asked.

“Oh it’s nothing. Just watch yourself.” Mr. Carson said.

“Sir, if there’s more going on,” Barney started.

“Don’t you worry your young head over my problems. You have your own problems to deal with.” Mr. Carson said.

“I’ll drop it for now, but if you need help.” Barney said.

“I appreciate your offer boy, but I’m alright.” Mr. Carson said before leaving the young teen.

Barney went looking for his sister. When he got closer to the ice cream hut he saw Buck and Marcy were standing off to the side talking. Clint had already beaten him there. Emily’s ice cream had been abandoned on the table. She had her small arms wrapped around Clint’s neck. Clint was practically clinging to the girl and Barney could hear his brother apologizing a thousand times over and over to his sister.

“Don’t worry Clint, I’m okay.” Emily said.

“I should have gotten to you sooner.” Clint told her.

Emily pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “I always wanted a cool scar.”

Clint let out a pained chuckle. “Emily, I really am sorry.”

“No more sorry Clint. I know that you will always protect me.” Emily told him.

“You don’t hate me?” Clint asked.

“I could never hate you, silly Clint!” Emily exclaimed.

“Do you still love me?” Clint asked her.

“I love you to the moon,” Emily began.

“And back.” Clint finished.

“Now can I finish my ice cream?” Emily asked.

“Of course.” Clint said putting his sister down.

Emily went back to enjoying her ice cream and Marcy dropped down next to her. Clint and Buck disappeared around the corner. Barney ran a hand through his blonde hair before walking over to join Marcy and his sister. Emily greeted him with a large chocolate smile. Barney laughed, grabbed a napkin, and then wiped Emily’s face clean from the chocolate ice cream.

“Marcy said that she’s going to take me into town tomorrow for some shopping and girl time.” Emily beamed.

“Now that sounds like a fun time. Can I come?” Barney asked.

“You’re not a girl, Barney!” Emily laughed.

Barney smacked himself in the face. “Oh yeah, I forgot.”

“Goofy Barney.” Emily smiled.

Stevie came running over to the table. He dropped down next to Emily and stole a bite from her ice cream. Emily swatted at the man’s face but he licked at the melted ice cream before pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek.

“Guess what?” Stevie said.

“What?” Emily asked with wide eyes.

“Alec and Roper are setting up the slides. Wanna come with me?” Stevie asked.

“The big slides?” Emily asked out of curiosity.

“Oh yeah the big ones.” Stevie grinned.

Emily jumped off the bench and started to sprint away with Stevie, but she slid to a halt and whirled back around. Emily ran back towards where Barney sat with Marcy. Marcy grinned at the young girl as she grabbed Barney by the face and pulled him down. She pressed her nose to his and rubbed it.

“To the moon.” Emily whispered.

“And back.” Barney replied then kissed her forehead.

Releasing her brother Emily ran back to Stevie and took his hand. Marcy and Barney watched Stevie and Emily skip away. Emily was talking manically about her plans for the big slide. Barney let out a sigh and rested his head against the table. Marcy reached over and patted the young man on his back.

“Marcy, that scared the living hell out of me.” Barney admitted.

“Me too.” Marcy said.

“I’m afraid Marcy.” Barney said.

“Afraid of what?” Marcy asked.

Barney picked up his head. “That I’m going to lose my family.”

“You’re not going to Barney. You three are too close to let a little mistake destroy you.” Marcy said.

“You call Emily getting shot by an arrow a little mistake?” Barney asked.

“Yes, I do. Jacques is a trained professional. He usually aims to kill. If he wanted Emily dead she would have been dead no matter how fast you and Clint were.” Marcy explained.

“He was really making a point, wasn’t he?” Barney asked.

“Damn straight he was.” Marcy hissed.

“Marcy, what is going on?” Barney asked.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about. Let us adults handle it.” Marcy replied.

“I’m seventeen, Marcy, that’s pretty close to being an adult. I’m the head of your security.” Barney pointed out.

“You’re great at what you do, Barney, but what is going on is bigger than what you can handle. Please trust me and stay out of this.” Marcy said.

“Fine, I’ll drop it for now, but if you need help, come to me.” Barney said.

“Thank you Barney.” Marcy said.

Marcy left Barney to his own and went to check on the fun going on at the water slide. Barney ran a hand over his tired face. The past three years have been nice, but in the same time a living hell. Jacques wasn’t a man that you messed with. Barney has the bruises and the scars to prove how ruthless he can be. He hated that Clint went against him and began training with him. Barney was more upset with himself that he couldn’t do more to save his sister. Yes, they were lucky that she walked away with just stitches, but that ‘what if’ scenario still played in his mind.

Barney had to get them out of here. It was time. They needed something different and somewhere much safer than here. He knew that Jacques had no plans leaving the circus so Barney was going to have take the Barton children out of the circus. Emily would be crushed to leave the only family she has ever known behind, but Barney knew that he would be able to convince her to go with him. Clint, well his brother would put up a fight, but if he could convince Emily to go then Clint would follow his sister anywhere. Barney was a patient man. He’d watch and wait. When the perfect opportunity came he was taking his siblings and getting out of here. It was time for the next chapter in their lives.

#Clint Barton #Barney Barton #original character #Emily Barton #MCU au #I bend things to my will because I can

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nelvana · 4 years

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In which two dungeons are explored

First [ARC 1]: In which the human is transformed First [ARC 2]: In which a present is prepared Next: In which the lake guardians arrive at the town Previous: In which the travelers regroup

“Howling Forest is right up ahead. There is a space between two trees, it is the only way to enter the forest in general and will take you into the dungeon,” Giratina stated.

“Huh, guess that’s why this was the required dungeon on this trip, huh?” Alex responded, patting his bag. “Everyone ready then?”

“Yup! And hey, I can see the trees up ahead! We’re making good pace!” Keahi chirped.

“I am uncertain of how much help I’ll provide in the dungeon for now. Let me know if you need me again,” Giratina told them, before their presence vanished from the rock again.

Alex had volunteered to carry the rock that could house Giratina’s soul in his own bag. Ceebee using the small sack she has brought with her out to Murky Cave simply wasn’t practical here anymore, and Alex argued that such a small item could get lost in Damien’s larger bag. This was accepted, and not much other thought was given to the situation. Though later, as Nelvana noticed Dusknoir tense as Giratina spoke, reminding him of their existence in the group, she wondered if Alex’s hastiness to carry the stone himself was in a way to protect them from Dusknoir.

“Mm, yeah, looks like Giratina’s description was pretty on the nose. The outside of this forest is basically a wooden wall with all these trees. It would be more inconvenient to try pushing through them instead of the dungeon,” Nelvana commented as they approached, her eyes scanning the border of the woodlands.

“So, this is our first dungeon as a group… Do we have any big plans for this?” Damien asked, slowing the closer they got to the entrance of Howling Forest.

“Well, you’re right that there are a lot more of us,” Alex murmured, glancing around him at the group. “But we shouldn’t have to change strategies too much, at least not here. This is supposed to be an easier dungeon.”

“Yup!” Keahi nodded. “I think the main type here is actually normal, and the strength of the dungeon ‘mons themselves average pretty low. We’ll switch between who wants to fight, whoever steps up to fight first, go ahead. Those who don’t fight much can keep to the middle of the group and mostly sit back on this one.”

“We should come up with more strategy for later dungeons though,” Tsuki pointed out.

“Of course! But this should be a good chance to see how well everyone can battle together, so we can plan those strategies for later!” Keahi replied, “we’ve done some training together, but we haven’t had everyone like this all together in battle. We’re going to have to figure out how well our usual tactics mesh with each other.”

“Any other comments, or should we just head in now?” Alex spoke up again, having taken a lead on the others and was now right by the entrance to the dungeon.

“I’m good! Let’s give this a go!” Edgar cheered, heading over to join the grovyle at his side.

After giving a pause to see if there would be any other comments or questions, Alex grinned and nodded. He almost went right to step in, but then stopped himself and turned back to give one last comment of his own.

“Oh yeah, we should all go in pretty quickly after each other. Any lingerers may show up somewhere else in the dungeon,” he told them, “I’m sure most of you knew that… we just have a larger group so I’d thought I’d mention it.”

“Good point!” Ceebee agreed, “form a line and let’s all go in as quickly as possible then!”

Waiting for everyone to gather up closer to each other, Alex nodded and finally stepped between the trees, disappearing into the foliage. Edgar, being physically closest to Alex when he had gone in, entered next.

As everyone entered one by one, right away they couldn’t help but individually silently remark that they had arrived into a lighter forest than they had expected from the outside. Tall, thick trees with large leaves made up the walls of the dungeon, and various twigs and small shrubbery grew through the dirty ground in patches. Though some of the trees they could glimpse what appeared to be clumps of pink fruits, but they were all out of reach from where everyone was inside the dungeon.

Alex continued to lead everyone through the first hallway, though momentarily he glanced back to see how the lineup had turned out. His eyes bounced from head to head, before narrowing as he got to the back and noted Dusknoir.

“Nope, you are not walking at the back. I allowed it for general travel since we weren’t single file, but you are not just standing at the back here,” Alex insisted, already maneuvering his way back over to Dusknoir.

Dusknoir rolled his eye, “there is nothing wrong with me covering the back. In fact, I can handle any attacks that may come from behind better than some, being at the back would be better than the middle,” he stated.

“I learned not to turn my back to you or your creepy army long ago,” Alex hissed, “you’re moving up in the line order. I’ll take the back if that’s how this has to go.”

“Who will take the front then?” Edgar, who had been left awkwardly floating around the front of the line, nervously asked.

“Nel is right behind you, she can move up, right Nel?” Alex responded, only glancing back up long enough to spot Nelvana’s nod back in response. “Great. Dusknoir, you’re in the middle then, or at least in front of me.”

“…Fine,” Dusknoir scoffed, narrowing his eye at Alex before obliging and moving in front of the grovyle. “Can you even see back there now?” he sneered.

“I can see just fine,” Alex snapped back, “let’s keep going.”

After that initial conversation, there wasn’t much talking amongst the group for awhile, aside from some spare comments here and there about different battle ideas and suggestions for others, and compliments on how they handled certain fights.

For most of the group, the dungeon spawn could be dispatched of after a single attack, and as with most dungeons, they rarely ran into more than a few at a time in most rooms. This gave a window of opportunity for some to try out some of their new moves, and get a feel for how they could use them. Tsuki began using calm mind before going to ice beam, and Damien attempted to start using thunderbolt on the few pidgey and azurill that showed up, unfortunately only earning a few sparks for his efforts. Keahi gave Nelvana tips on how to start using flamethrower; the cubone eventually managing to spit out some fire, not enough to count as the actual move, though that did lead to a coughing fit afterwards.

“I dunno if this move is tha-that good for me,” Nelvana wheezed, thumping a hand on her chest to try clearing her burning throat and lungs.

“You’re picking it up quickly though!” Keahi replied assuringly, momentarily placing zir wing on zir partner’s back. “I’ve heard that some cubones and marowaks just light their clubs on fire, so that might be easier for you than try to go for the full flame out of mouth like me.”

“Maybe,” Nelvana murmured, “I think I’ll try that later though; I’m done with trying to learn flamethrower right now.”

“That’s fine! Want to switch with me? I want to get some more rock smash practice in, I haven’t used that in awhile,” Keahi suggested.

Nelvana nodded, and their swapped places. Edgar had moved further back in the line earlier in the dungeon to try giving Tsuki and Damien better aiming locations for their longer ranged moves, now finding himself right in front of Ceebee, who was just ahead of Dusknoir.

It was on the sixth floor that they learned that this dungeon had monster houses.

Keahi leapt in surprise, feathers fluffing up. Zie collected zirself quickly though, and shot out a long blast of zir flamethrower attack, moving zir head back and forth to cover more with the attack.

“Gah! I didn’t know there would be monster houses in this dungeon!” Keahi exclaimed in a huff, shaking zirself off after being startled and going for the attack, before bolting into the room, providing space for the others behind zim to follow into the room and help.

“Keep an eye out for traps then! We don’t know if there will be any of those here either!” Nelvana added, brandishing her club and following Keahi inside.

“Ugh, I hate traps… and monster houses,” Damien grumbled, before side-stepping through the trees to enter the room at another angle.

Edgar followed in Damien’s footsteps, while the others began entering the room as well to join the fight. While they had been initially taken off guard and their larger numbers than usual here meant it took longer for everyone to be able to join in and help, they managed to defeat the spawn from the monster house. A poochyena attempted to take the chance to flee towards the end of the fight, but was knocked out by a ghostly fist summoned out of the ground. Nelvana shuddered.

“There we go! That went pretty well, all things considered! How is everyone?” Ceebee hummed, fluttering over the group. “No one hurt enough for an oran berry?”

Edgar glanced over everyone as well, “I think everyone is good!” he responded, “huh, that wasn’t that bad! I thought that would have been harder.”

“Have you been through a monster house before?” Dusknoir questioned, raising his brow.

“Yeah, Sky Tower would try making them, and I’ve been on one mission down here that had one,” Edgar answered, “apparently that was a dungeon that normally doesn’t have monster houses, so I assumed it wasn’t as bad as real ones.”

“They can get pretty bad,” Alex agreed, “but there are enough of us to even the numbers a bit more, so that helps,” he explained.

“Hey, Alex, if you want, we can swap places for a bit,” Damien suddenly offered, “I can take the back.”

Alex blinked, “really? You sure?” he questioned.

“Er, yeah. You haven’t really gotten a chance at the front, and I’m sure you wanted to try out brick break, right?” Damien responded, “I can handle the back for a bit, most spawn out here can’t do much to me, so no worries about something sneaking up behind me.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Alex exhaled and nodded with a smile, taking Damien up on his offer. They rearranged the order a bit before continuing to the next room, the major change being that Damien was handling the rear of the line order now.

“Hey, Dusknoir,” Damien hesitantly whispered after they had been walking again for awhile.

“Hm? What is it?” Dusknoir glanced back momentarily to make eye contact with the gengar and properly acknowledge that he was listening to him, but turned his gaze back ahead of him soon afterwards to keep an eye on the path ahead.

“Ah, well, I saw you had used shadow punch in that fight,” Damien commented, wringing his hands together as he spoke. “And I was wondering if maybe you could… use other moves. I mean, for you, that isn’t even that great of a move, so…”

Dusknoir narrowed his eye with suspicion, not that Damien could see from behind the larger pokemon.

“Why are you requesting that I use other moves, when that one works fine? You are correct, I have better attacks, but there is no sense in using them here, where weaker moves that I am still familiar with will suffice,” Dusknoir responded, “…Does this have to do with why I have not seen you use it before, even though it is one of your better moves?” he added after a moment’s thought.

Damien stiffened, “uh, yeah…” he admitted, “it doesn’t make Nel comfortable to see. She expects you to want to use it on her. I haven’t really seen if Alex or Ceebee react to it too, but still,” he explained quietly, “I think it would be easier with everyone if you just… used a different move for now.”

Dusknoir huffed, “she should be well aware by now that it would not benefit me to harm her. I shouldn’t have to be forced to waste energy on moves that are either too strong for this dungeon or too unfamiliar for me.”

“Tha-That isn’t!” Damien bristled, stammering over his words as he attempted to word everything the way he imagined. “It’s instincts, she can’t just change that!” he hissed.

Dusknoir didn’t respond. Damien switched his place in lineup on the next floor.

Fortunately, the rest of Howling Forest was completed without any other difficulties. Monster houses were more manageable when they were expecting them and realized which rooms to look out for based on items, and while they kept their eyes open, no traps were spotted or stepped on.

Once exiting Howling Forest, they had also exited most of the woodlands in general. Ahead they could see the mountain range closer than ever, and the path was clearer than ever to get there. The group continued on ahead, keeping their eyes peeled for any dungeon entrances.

“Hey, Giratina, can you sense the dungeon up ahead?” Ceebee asked after prompting Alex to bring out the rock, speaking loud enough regardless that it probably would have been heard anyway.

“Hm…?” Giratina’s voice drew in after a few moments. “Not yet,” he answered after processing Ceebee’s question properly. “You are not close enough yet.”

“That’s the problem,” Keahi sighed, “by the time we get close enough like this, it’ll be faster to just try the dungeon.”

“We are in fairly good shape after the last one, fortunately,” Tsuki pointed out, “if we must go through Pitfall Valley, then we shall.”

“I would expect no less from you all,” Giratina hummed, “well then, I shall let you know if I sense anything, hopefully you shall still be far enough away then to still get around.”

“Thanks, Giratina, it is worth a try, you’re right,” Keahi replied.

“It might be good practice for some of the other dungeons we’ll have to go through later,” Alex added, “Temporal Tower is no breeze, and if we do have to fight Palkia, it wouldn’t surprise me if they have a dungeon wherever they are too.”

“Do you know if there will be a dungeon before Palkia, Giratina?” Nelvana asked, glancing back at the rock despite the awareness that they could not see her gaze.

“I am… unfortunately uncertain about that,” Giratina admitted, “Palkia lives out in a split in space, outside of this world. I have not been able to visit it since being banished from this world, despite Palkia’s home not being on this world either. Whether or not they had added or have had a dungeon forced there is beyond me.”

“It would be a good thing to assume,” Ceebee said, “even if there isn’t one, there is nothing wrong with being overprepared. Besides, a lot of legendaries have equipped their home with a dungeon to keep outsiders out for hundreds of years now, so it wouldn’t be surprising if Palkia did that too,” she explained, “…Even if their home is generally inaccessible anyway by most.”

“How will we get there, anyway?” Edgar questioned.

“The hope is that Dialga will open a way to let us go there. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” Ceebee answered.

“I think we found the dungeon,” Tsuki announced suddenly, glancing around them.

“Ah, Tsuki is correct. Apologies, I had gotten distracted in the conversation we had been having,” Giratina responded. “You are all now in Pitfall Valley.”

“In?” Keahi repeated, “we already accidentally got in?”

“Mm, looks like it,” Nelvana sighed, narrowing her eyes as she scanned the area. “This one was really well disguised, hard to even notice a different just based on appearance.”

“Well, we’re in it now then, so let’s get going,” Alex replied, “no turning back.”

Damien chuckled, “that’s for sure. Is there even a dungeon you can turn back on?”

“I think in some weaker cave ones you can,” Keahi answered, “Thunderwave Cave is actually one, I don’t think Mt. Steel is though.”

“Huh, whaddya know.” Damien shrugged. “I’ve never tried that before. Kinda assumed once you were in you were in, aside from badges and escape orbs. Cool.”

Pitfall Valley showed itself to be a greater challenge than Howling Forest had been right away, with a spawned farfetch’d knowing air cutter right away, catching the group off guard and grazing Alex. A headbutt and a flamethrower burst from Nelvana and Keahi managed to defeat the foe quickly afterwards, but it certainly managed to put things into perspective here; they wouldn’t be able to easily train and stroll through this dungeon.

It also became adamantly clear early on that the vast majority of pokemon in this dungeon were flying-type. With the name the dungeon had, rock-types had been considered first, but when the first non-flying-type pokemon that showed up was a raticate on floor four, and none of the previously imagined type had been seen at all, the main type of the dungeon was clear as day. Because of this, Alex was moved to the middle of the party, as was Ceebee, and Tsuki got to lead for awhile, using ice beams from afar to remove any danger before it could get too close.

This strategy worked for a couple floors, and then Tsuki found a trap by stepping on it. She barely had a moment to notice as the tile was revealed under her paw before the ground crumbled around her, dropping her down to the floor below them.

“Tsuki!” Keahi called out, stepping up to the edge of the pit. “Are you alright?”

“Er, yes, I am,” Tsuki replied.

By looking over the hole in the floor, they could see Tsuki far below them. Despite the distance of the fall, she pulled herself back to her feet without too much trouble, looking back up at her teammates now above her.

“Hm… the drop doesn’t look too bad,” Alex muttered, “looks like a good shortcut to the next floor.”

“Shortcut?” Damien repeated, “are you suggesting we jump down there too?”

“The alternative option is to keep wandering around up here until we find the stairs and wander around some more until we regroup with Tsuki again,” Alex pointed out, “personally, I’ll take the jump.”

With that, Alex proved his point by stepping back, and then leaping down into the hole. Tsuki stepped aside to allow the grovyle to land on his own, which he managed to do without too much difficulty.

“Alright, who else is coming?” he called back up.

“Half of us can fly or float or teleport, this isn’t that bad, all things considered,” Nelvana murmured.

“This is… This is kind of like one of the jumps we had to make in Magma Cavern! Yeah!” Keahi convinced zirself, “okay, I’m going next!”

Following suit after the grovyle, Keahi hopped into the pit. Alex positioned himself to catch the torchic, hoping that it would lessen any damage from the fall. Afterwards, Nelvana jumped down, allowing herself to be caught by her partner as well, though she joked she could have landed fine on her own. And after being reminded by Nelvana of his own ability, Damien simply teleported down to join the other three. Then one by one, the remaining of those up on the previous floor were able to float, or fly in Ceebee’s case, down to everyone else so they could move on.

It become quickly apparent why this dungeon actually had the name Pitfall Valley.

The group mostly laughed off the first pitfall trap, telling themselves to be more mindful of other possible traps as they moved on. In fact, a dungeon spawn was the next one to step on a trap, another pitfall one, and finding the use in the shortcut to the next floor, they hopped down afterwards again.

And then the next trap they found was another pitfall trap, and so was the next. It had begun getting to the point where they couldn’t be certain of whether or not all the traps in this dungeon were pitfall traps, but they still didn’t purposely step on any they detected on the chance it turned out to be something worse just to find out.

Either way, they started seeing the pitfall traps as more of a positive for this dungeon, since for a descending dungeon it was one of the better traps to find; the only one that could be considered in any way helpful.

At least until the pitfall traps become coupled up with monster houses.

Keahi was the one with the misfortune of taking that fall. Paying more attention to chatting than keeping an eye out for signs of a tile hidden in the ground, zie accidentally revealed another pitfall trap underneath zir talons. Only able to let out a mix between a sigh and a chuckle before falling, the trap opened up a hole in the ground below the torchic, dropping zim to the floor below zim.

“I’m alri- aaAHH! Monster house! Hurry!” Keahi shrieked, dungeon spawn appearing into the room around them at an alarming rate, beginning to surround zim as zie scrambled to recover from the fall.

Without another thought, before even some of the others could process the danger, Nelvana already dove down to the floor below them, landing by slapping her club on the ground right away and bringing it back up to swing at the first foe. Alex followed next, and the rest of the party made their own way down as quickly as they could to help out in the battle.

Despite the initial surprise of the situation, they managed to handle the monster house without too much trouble; aside from some super-effective cuts on Alex that required an oran berry to fix up. Right after the battle finished, however, Nelvana made sure to give Keahi a tight hug first. The torchic squirmed a bit at first, taken off guard, but relaxed in zir partner’s grip, smiling.

“Hey Nel, I love hugs, but this is a bit of odd timing,” Keahi commented with a giggle.

“Sorry,” Nelvana instinctively apologized, setting Keahi back down on the ground. “I just… got worried when the monster house started. I thought the pitfall trap would close up like how the stairs do when you change floors right into a monster house… Like when we rescued Team Stars,” she admitted quietly.

Keahi’s expression softened, “oh… I hadn’t even thought of that,” zie murmured, “but hey, I’m alright, you’re alright, everyone is alright. Traps don’t come undone like that; now we know for the future.”

Nelvana nodded, finally relaxing more herself and allowing a small smile to grow on her face. Smiling back again, Keahi gently headbutted zir partner before returning to face the rest of the group.

“Alright, that was… a good lesson for us,” Alex muttered, finishing off the oran berry he was eating. “From now on, whenever possible, we should take a better look at the floors we’re jumping down too. This was a trap, so that strategy wouldn’t apply anyway, but we have been jumping a bit blindly into the holes the spawn set off.”

“And perhaps sending whoever has a resistance to the dungeon’s type should be the one to jump first, just in case we missed a hint,” Tsuki added.

“That sounds like a great idea!” Ceebee hummed, “whatever helps keep everyone safe!”

“Hey, on a sort of related note, what floor are we on now?” Damien asked, “Alex, you have the dungeon map, right?”

“Indeed, I do. Lemme check…” Alex reached into his own bag to rummage around for a moment before pulling out the familiar page. “Floor seventeen, just as I thought. Not long now, everyone!”

“That’s good! I’ve been getting tired,” Keahi admitted, “what time is it? Would anyone know?”

“Dungeons usually darken slightly at night. They do not remain completely independent of the outside world in that way. It is likely sometime at the evening, or afternoon at least,” Tsuki answered, “in any case, we should see about hurrying more, if possible. We would not want to have to exit this dungeon right into darkness.”

“Tsuki brings up a good point, let’s keep moving,” Alex agreed, “we can rest once we get outta here.”

Nodding back to Alex, Tsuki took the head of the group again to lead them out into the dungeon again. Alex tried going up to stand right behind her, but some quick instance from Ceebee that he hang back for a couple floors at least to recover, he moved more to the center of their lineup.

Following through with their usual strategies, as well as the new addition for dealing with the pitfall traps in a securer way, they eventually made their way out of the dungeon within the hour. The sun was setting by this point, so they found their way to a spot off the beaten path to set up their camp for the night. Feeling drained from running through two dungeons, alongside the usual long traveling of the day, it didn’t take too long for most of the party to turn in for the night, while the others quietly chatted amongst themselves as the night continued.

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