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insubordination // narumi gen

tw ⇢ dub-con, lieutenant!reader, strong sexual tension, degradation/name calling, dirty talk, dry humping, nipple play, making out, power imbalance, pet names, groping, blowjob, breeding kink, creampie, squirting, slight exhibitionism but nobody actually sees anything, fingering, face fucking

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"Staring a little hard there, aren't we Captain?"

Gen's lips curved in a predatory smirk at your taunting lilt. His smoldering gaze didn't waver an inch from where it locked onto the swell of your breasts straining against the top half of your combat suit.

"Well, can you blame a guy for admiring the view?" he rumbled without a shred of shame, lazily prowling a circle around you. "Especially when my insolent little underling insists on parading those around so shamelessly..."

You bristled at his blatant insinuation, crossing your arms over your chest reflexively despite the way it accentuated your cleavage even more obscenely. Gen's blown pupils tracked the motion with raptor-like focus, tongue darting out to wet his full lips slowly.

"I'll thank you to stop eyeing me like a piece of meat, Captain Narumi," you bit out, even as heat flooded your cheeks.

Rather than looking chastised, your captain let loose a dark chuckle that seemed to reverberate against your skin in wicked promise. He came to a stop directly in your line of sight again, hips canting just enough for the material of his suit to stretch taut over the impressive bulge swiftly tenting there.

"And just how would you prefer me to look at you, sweetheart?" Gen purred, voice dripping simmering sin as he palmed himself openly. "Like someone who's been tormenting over the thought of you unwinding that stick up your ass for years? Desperate to finally get my mouth and hands all over those perfect fucking tits until you're completely ruined?"

An involuntary whimper rattled up from your constricted throat at his filthy confession. Despite yourself, you found your gaze zeroing in on the lewd glide of his palm dragging up the rigid shape of his concealed cock as if mesmerized.

Before you could summon any shred of wherewithal to protest, Gen rolled his hips upwards to meet his stroking hand in one salacious grind that utterly robbed you of breath. His blown pupils tracked your reaction with laser focus, that same arrogant smirk only widening across his handsome features.

"See something you like, babe?" he taunted in a velvety rumble. "Because I can promise the reality is even better than whatever dirty little fantasies you've been entertaining alone at night..."

With a sinuous roll of his shoulders, Gen shucked his jacket off in one smooth motion - every honey-toned ridge of chiseled muscle flexing in visceral definition. You couldn't tear your traitorous stare away even if ordered to at gunpoint. Not when it felt like he was searing every lush, feminine curve and dip with that piercing scarlet glower alone.

"It must get so hard having to sit through those meetings all wound up like this," he growled gutturally, running that greedy, assessing gaze over your rigid posture in dark approval. "Struggling to keep it together while imagining how my thick cock might feel stuffing that sweet little mouth of yours to the hilt..."

Your mewl of protest only seemed to embolden him further. Zipper pulled down to better display the taut, sculpted planes of his abdomen as he stalked in a prowling circle. Gen came up behind you like a panther finally closing in for the kill, plastering his scorching frame all along your backside with insistent pressure.

"Or maybe wondering how easily those pretty tits would spill over my palms," he husked directly into your ear, nosing aside the disheveled curtain of your hair. "So heavy and ripe for sucking while I split you apart on this thick dick...?"

His rough palm found the generous swell of one breast without preamble, squeezing and palming the ample weight with carnal appreciation as you jolted in his confining clutches. Gen wasted no time rolling your hardened nipple between calloused fingers in tight, pinching spirals that had you hastening to stifle a throaty wail of rapture.

"Is this how you want me admiring the view, lieutenant?" he growled against your nape, dragging a searing path of bruising suction down the column of your straining throat. "Or should we take this back to your quarters so I can give you the long, hard look over you've been aching for..."

With a merciless yank, he spun you around to face him fully - chest heaving and lips parted around shuddering pants. Gen made no effort to conceal the way his searing gaze dropped directly to your chest again, or how his wicked tongue flicked out to wet his lower lip as if chasing your sweet, musky essence already.

"Your move, pretty girl," he purred in rich provocation. "Just know that once I get those luscious tits in my mouth...I won't be stopping until you're an utterly broken, soaking mess beneath me. And you'll thank me for every second of it."

The naked promise driving his every smoldering word resonated straight down to the throbbing, slick heat blazing between your thighs with dizzying ardor. Narumi Gen was no mere arrogant blowhard in this moment...but instead an apex predator radiating undeniable, primordial intent to stake his full, merciless claim upon you at last.

And every fiber of your being positively burned to surrender yourself over to the ruinous inferno raging within those blown crimson depths utterly and without a shred of resistance left to muster.

Gen's palms bracketed your jaw with scorching insistence, forcing your widened gaze to remain locked on his as he drank in the flush staining your cheeks. You trembled violently under that crimson scrutiny, each ragged exhale fanning across his parted lips in tantalizing wisps.

"Look at you..." he rasped out in a tone all gravel and sin. "So perfectly primed just from a little harmless groping, sweetheart? Fuck, you must be feeling so achingly empty inside without my thick cock stretching you open properly..."

A strangled whine rattled up your constricted throat, fingers knotting in the front of his rumpled uniform as if to ground yourself against the rising tide of delirious need. Gen simply drank in the sight of you rapidly unraveling with dark, glittering approval - shifting his hips forward to prod the heavy ridge of his cock straining against his pants between your splayed thighs brazenly.

"I can feel how soaked you already are through these fucking pants," he snarled in evident rapture. "That gorgeous little cunt of yours dripping everywhere just craving to be stuffed full and pumped with my cum over and over..."

You keened brokenly at the vulgar promise underlying his words, nails scoring down the sleek musculature of his chest as he rolled his hips in a teasing grind. He hissed out a breath at the rake of blunt trails, only to latch back onto you with twice the bruising intensity.

"Yes...let me see just how deliciously ruined you can get before submitting fully."

With a leonine growl of possession, Gen crashed his mouth over yours in a searing, punishing slide of silken heat and tangling velvet. You melted helplessly against the unforgiving brand of his chest, whimpering as his questing tongue speared past your slick seam to lash against yours with blistering dominance.

His hands roamed in greedy, urgent paths along your trembling form - groping and palming every lush curve as if mapping the exquisite terrain by touch alone. You writhed wantonly into each rough caress, chasing that merciless friction as he ground his fat cock against your swiftly drenching pussy.

Something rapturous kindled behind your fluttering lids, burning molten and blinding in its intensity as Gen's artful plundering quickly unraveled your every remaining thread of propriety. Each swipe of his velvet muscle against yours, every rake of calluses over swollen flesh dragged you spiraling deeper into an abyss of utter carnal rapture with him as both plunderer and anchor.

White nova bursts exploded in your darkening periphery as Gen dragged his mouth from yours in a smoldering, filthy glide. Both of you were left gasping in harsh tandem, hearts thundering and musk swirling together in a heady, intoxicating swirl.

"Fuck..." He grated out with palpable relish, piercing rubies raking over your ravaged state hungrily. "You like getting devoured like the greedy little slut you are for me, don't you baby? Want nothing more than to get used as my personal cumdump so I can breed you thoroughly full and sloppy..."

A fractured moan punched free of your chest entirely beyond conscious control at his visceral words. Gen chuckled darkly in response, dragging your quivering form even more flush against the thrumming heat of his body with clear intent.

"Since you're being so openly desperate for this cock," he husked against the lush curves of your breasts peeping from your unzipped suit, "why don't you help me get nice and ready to slide right into that drenched little hole of yours, lieutenant? Show me how much you want my cum painting your insides in thick ropes..."

With a feral rumble that stole your breath entirely, Gen seized both your hands and guided them down to the prominent bulge tenting his fatigues shamelessly. Your fingertips danced over the searing brand of his cock, marveling at the sheer unyielding steel packed into those snug confines against your splayed palms.

"Go ahead," he cajoled in a heady rasp. "Grip me properly, just like you've been fantasizing about all those nights alone...show your Captain how good you are at servicing exactly what he needs..."

The last vestiges of your self-restraint burned away into smoldering embers at his commanding tone. Your grip tightened around the hefty swell of his dick, kneading and massaging the engorged length through his pants with unrestrained desire. Gen groaned low and guttural, thrusting up into your ministrations in a pornographic grind.

"Fuuuck yes, sweetheart. Just like that," he grunted as his broad palm clamped over the top of your head to drag you closer for a filthy, slanting kiss. "God, I bet you’re so fucking wet just from playing with my cock. My naughty little slut is going to have such a perfect, sopping cunt for me to sink right into, isn't she?"

His tongue curled along the seam of your lips, urging them apart to allow him full, ravenous plunder. Gen ravished the depths of your mouth with single-minded, devouring intensity, leaving no space for air to circulate around the smoldering sparks crackling between you both.

When he pulled back once more, your vision swam - dazed and unfocused - in his darkening crimson glare. He smirked in blatant satisfaction, licking the traces of you off his lips in a lingering, lewd swipe.

"Mmm...perfect," he murmured in rich approval. "Now why don't you put those pretty lips of yours to better use, hm? It's only fitting that my insubordinate officer should show proper deference to her captain..."

Before you could even summon a shred of wherewithal, Gen had shoved you down onto your knees with an iron grip. The sudden impact reverberated through your bones, only to be immediately eclipsed by the way his engorged cockhead pressed against your lips with blatant, unyielding command.

"C'mon," he growled impatiently, smearing a pearlescent streak of his precum across the seam of your mouth in a blatant, carnal marking. "I know you've been dying to have your captain's cock stuffing your face until you can't even breathe. Don't disappoint me now, lieutenant..."

With a ragged breath, you gave in to his dark demand. Your lips parted on a shuddering exhale, allowing Gen to glide his thick shaft past your puffy lips and straight to the back of your throat in a single, forceful plunge.

"Yesss," he hissed through clenched teeth, fingers clenching in the crown of your head as you began suckling around his girth eagerly. "That's it...just like that. God, I knew that smart mouth of yours would be so good for something other than being a royal pain in my ass..."

The velvety glide of his rigid cock sliding along your tongue had a mewl bubbling up your throat, only for Gen to choke it off entirely. He thrust in a shallow, experimental glide - watching with unbridled avarice as his shaft disappeared completely inside your mouth.

"Mmm...look at that. So fucking filthy," he groaned in obvious appreciation. "How much of me can you fit in there, hm?"

Without further preamble, he rutted forward in a sudden, forceful jerk. Your breath stuttered as the flared crown of his cockhead punched deep down your convulsing throat, choking off any protest. Gen stilled completely at the tight clench of your esophagus, savoring the way your walls milked him with desperation.

"Fuck," he grunted in evident rapture, eyes screwing shut at the overwhelming sensation. "Yeah, that's a good little slut. You want this, don't you? My filthy, insubordinate bitch of a lieutenant is gonna choke herself to death on her captain's cock and love every second of it. Isn't that right, baby?"

Your nails dug into the sculpted muscle of his thighs as if to anchor yourself against the dizzying tide of delirium, whimpering brokenly around his searing intrusion. The sheer filth spilling from his lips coupled with the molten steel stretching your mouth wide had you teetering dangerously close to a shattering precipice you had no hope of holding back.

"Ohhh, God, you really fucking do," he rasped out in a gravelly, carnal groan. "I can feel how much your cunt is weeping just from this, sweetheart. Go ahead, be a good girl and touch yourself for me...show me just how fucking desperate you are to have your Captain's load pumping straight into your womb..."

You shuddered at the lurid command, but were helpless to deny him. One hand snaked its way up your body to tug at the zipper of your combat suit, dragging it down all the way to your navel and allowing the generous swells of your breasts to spill out fully.

"Yessss," Gen hissed out in obvious delight, hips bucking forward into your mouth with a low, guttural rumble. "Touch yourself, lieutenant. Fuck, I want to see those perfect tits bouncing while you finger that soaking pussy."

You mewled brokenly at his dark demand, arching back to shove the suit further down your thighs. With your chest bared to the cool, recycled air, you dragged your trembling fingers down the plane of your abdomen to cup your soaked mound.

Gen's crimson gaze followed the motion with laser focus, pupils blowing so wide that only a thin ring of scarlet remained. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, teeth worrying at the lower one in an open display of his raw, animalistic desire.

"Good girl," he husked as you sank two digits deep into your sopping core, clenching and rolling them into the molten depths. "Fucking hell, look at you. Such a beautiful little cumslut for me, aren't you?"

A garbled wail rattled around his throbbing length as you drove your fingers harder and faster, curling and twisting them to graze along that sweet, electric spot that had pleasure spiraling ever tighter through your belly. Your vision blurred and swam, only to snap back into razor-sharp focus as Gen yanked his shaft from your mouth with a lewd, wet pop.

"Not yet," he snarled in obvious warning. "You come on this cock and only this cock, is that understood? I'm not even close to done with you yet, baby..."

Gen's hands wrapped around your biceps, hauling you upright and crushing you flush against his broad chest. With a rough grunt, he bent down and scooped you up over his shoulder - arm locking around your thighs as he began striding towards the door with single-minded purpose.

"C-Captain Narumi," you stuttered out in protest, struggling weakly against his iron grip. "W-wait, where are we going? You can't just carry me through the damn halls like this!"

A wicked chuckle vibrated through his chest as he paused mid-stride. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the scorching brand of his hand cupping your slickened, puffy mound.

"My quarters are closer," he rumbled directly into your ear, the velvety promise behind his words sending a shiver skittering down your spine. "And if anyone has an issue with me carrying my filthy lieutenant around, well...they can take it up with me and my gun."

Before you could even attempt to summon a protest, his fingers sank into your drenched folds with a lewd, vulgar squelch. You cried out in mingled shock and rapture, writhing against his grip as he began grinding those calloused pads in slow, taunting circles against your swollen clit.

"That's it, baby," Gen crooned with obvious relish, his other arm securing your thighs tighter around his broad shoulders. "You just keep riding my fingers like the good girl you are...I'm gonna have you nice and creamy for me by the time we get there."

True to his word, his pace didn't falter the entire trek to his quarters. Not even when you sobbed and whimpered as each step jostled his fingers deeper into your fluttering heat. Each brush and glide had your senses spiraling higher and higher, chasing the impending peak you'd been denied for so long now.

By the time Gen finally dumped you on his bed, you were a panting, shivering wreck - eyes blown and cheeks flushed in utter abandon. His answering smirk was nothing short of sin incarnate as he slowly began to unzip his anti-kaiju suit, the flexing muscles of his chest rippling with each torturous pull.

"You look so fucking perfect sprawled out for me like that," he growled, letting the garment fall to the floor with a dull thud. "So ready to be stuffed and used, hmm?"

A sharp squeal ripped from your throat as he fell upon you, tearing at the remaining fabric of your combat suit. He stripped it off your quivering frame with an ease borne of ruthless efficiency, leaving you bared to his molten, crimson glare in a heartbeat.

"Look at these," Gen snarled, burying his face between the plush mounds of your breasts. "Fuck, they're perfect. So fucking juicy and soft and all mine to play with however I want..."

He sealed his sinful mouth around the peak of one swollen nipple, sucking and biting hard enough to send a bolt of sizzling lightning shooting straight to your drenched folds. Your fingers knotted in his silky locks, nails scoring his scalp as you arched into his ravenous devouring.

He pulled back to lave a slow, tantalizing stripe over the puffy, reddened tip, only to fix his smoldering scarlet gaze directly on yours. Gen rolled his hips into the cradle of your splayed thighs, prodding his engorged shaft directly against your slick, pulsating heat.

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited to fuck you into oblivion?" he rasped out, punctuating his dark oath with a shallow grind. "Every single day since we met, I've been imagining bending you over every surface and pumping my cum into that greedy little cunt of yours. And now I'm finally going to give us both exactly what we need..."

With a savage snarl, he seized both your wrists and pinned them above your head. His crimson glare never wavered from the way your breasts heaved and bounced in the wake of his rutting, the tip of his cock catching on your drenched slit with each lewd slide.

"Gen," you keened out in a shattered plea. "Please..."

He groaned gutturally, burying his face against the flushed valley between your breasts. Your hips bucked up against him, craving more than just the teasing friction he was allowing.

"What was that, lieutenant?" he purred in a rasp. "You're going to have to be clearer than that."

"For the love of-!" You broke off on a frustrated moan as he continued rocking his cockhead in torturously slow circles. "Fuck, stop playing and fuck me already, you arrogant jackass!"

Gen lifted his head just enough to flash a sinful, smug smirk at your wrecked state. Your heart stuttered wildly in its cage at the clear evidence of his control, coupled with the fact that he was finally about to fulfill the promise blazing in his crimson glare.

"Since you asked so nicely..."

A guttural groan spilled from his parted lips as he thrust his full, throbbing length inside you with a single, brutal shove. You arched beneath him in utter rapture, keening and clawing at his shoulders for purchase.

"That's it," he grated out through clenched teeth, the tendons in his neck standing out in stark relief. "Fuck, I knew that greedy cunt of yours would be tight and hot as hell, but fuck...!"

Each thick inch of his shaft dragged along your pulsating walls as he set a harsh, unforgiving pace - spearing and filling you in every possible way as if claiming the most sacred part of your body as his own. You couldn't do much beyond hanging on and mewling, fingers scrabbling desperately along the flexing muscle of his back as you were utterly consumed by the punishing glide.

"You like this, sweetheart? Being stretched wide open on my fat dick?" Gen snarled into your ear, hips snapping forward to drill the flared crown of his cockhead directly into your cervix. "Because I can tell you fucking love it. That perfect little cunt is dripping everywhere just from having me split you apart, baby..."

The searing coil wound tighter and tighter inside your belly, each pistoning plunge driving you closer to that shattering crescendo. Your breath came in ragged, broken pants, the room seeming to blur and spin around you as the inferno raging between you both only grew brighter and brighter.

Gen shifted, propping himself on one forearm as he hooked his free hand around the bend of one knee and forced it higher. Your eyes flew wide at the new angle, a wail spilling from your lips at the way his cock seemed to swell impossibly more - filling every possible inch of your fluttering depths until there was no room left for anything except him.

"God, that's the spot," he rasped, eyes screwing shut as he redoubled his efforts. "Take every inch of me, just like that...you're almost there, I can feel it."

"Gen, I'm-"

You choked off on a cry as his mouth latched back onto your nipple, tongue swirling and flicking as he suckled hungrily. Every nerve ending blazed with electricity, the molten heat building between your thighs rapidly threatening to burn you alive from within.

"Cum f'me, baby. Wanna feel that perfect pussy gushing all over my cock while I pump you full of my load. C'mon, sweetheart...give it all to me..."

The final thread snapped, sending you careening over the edge in a blinding, white-hot flash. Your spine arched off the mattress, mouth falling open around a silent scream of bliss as you squirted in messy, torrential waves all over his shaft.

"That's it, ohhh, fuuuck," Gen snarled against your breast, teeth scraping the sensitive, puckered tip as he fucked you through the aftershocks. "Such a good little slut, squirting so pretty for her captain like that."

"G-gen, please!" you wailed, the overstimulation nearly driving you mad. "Please, I need-"

He pulled out entirely with a lewd, wet pop, flipping you onto your stomach and hauling you up onto your knees. With an iron grip, he jerked you back against him, lining the blunt head of his cock up with your weeping hole once more to plunge back inside with one harsh shove.

"This what you need, sweetheart?" he hissed in your ear, grinding the rigid planes of his abdomen directly into your ass as his balls slapped your clit with each rut. "Don’t worry, baby. Gonna give it to you. Gonna give you all the cum you can take and then some..."

His hands clamped down around your waist with bruising force, dragging you back to meet every merciless thrust. Gen pounded into you from behind without restraint, the lewd slap of skin on skin echoing throughout his quarters alongside your fractured cries and his low, animalistic grunts.

"Ah-! Fuuuuck," he groaned, burying his face against your nape and wrapping his arms around your midsection possessively. "Mm-yesss, gonna cum, baby. Where- tell me where you want it-!"

"Inside, please, oh God, don't stop-!"

His guttural roar rattled in your ears as his entire body went rigid behind you, the searing heat of his release spurting directly against your cervix and painting your womb in thick, ropy ribbons. You whimpered and squirmed at the sensation, his iron grip still holding you firmly in place until his cock had milked itself dry.

For several moments, neither of you moved or spoke, chests heaving in sync. Gradually, his hold loosened and allowed you to collapse face-first onto the mattress, completely drained and sated in the aftermath. Gen followed you down, covering the line of your spine with the solid plane of his chest as he buried his nose in your tangled hair.

"Baby," he rasped into your ear. "If I'd known just how fucking perfect you were going to be, I would've done this a lot sooner..."

A weak laugh bubbled up from your chest at his husked confession, reaching back blindly to card through his damp locks. He sighed contentedly, shifting to roll the two of you onto your sides and tucking you flush against his front.

"Mmm...you know," he murmured, trailing his fingers up and down the plane of your abdomen lazily, slipping right between your puffy folds to swipe over the sensitive pearl of your clit, "I’m still not quite done with you, sweetheart..."

"Gen, wait-!"

But before you could finish your protest, he was already bucking his hips into you again - this time from behind as his cock slipped into your thoroughly fucked cunt with a sinful, wet squelch.

"No more waiting," he growled into your ear, rolling the pad of his calloused finger around your clit with increasing pressure. "We have years to make up for, after all. And I'm going to use every single second of that time fucking the absolute hell out of this gorgeous little cunt."

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magicalmousey · 2 months

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👀 w/Starscream (any version you feel like writing) for the emoji drabble game :3

👀 - "Look at me." / "Let me look at you."

Ask Game

Come to Master

Warnings: Suggestive

Word Count: 420

“Jayce? Are you quite finished? You’ve kept me waiting for cycles!”

The redhead flinched as she heard his words. She frowned, shuffling in her fancy pair of pink, lacy lingerie. It was the only comfortable outfit she could find, yet it covered very little of her skin. She wasn’t necessarily upset, but she was very embarrassed. After all, it wasn’t like she ever paraded herself around for anyone else before him.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” She paused, her bare feet slapping softly against the floor. “I’m just…”

She went quiet. From the room, Starscream huffed.

“Just?”

Jayce crept near the doorway, carefully and slowly peeking her head around to see the giant mech standing from his berth. He squinted at her before rolling his optics.

“Come on. All the way.”

The girl bit her lip, glancing away from him. She was beginning to regret her decision.

“I’m just…shy, okay?” She pouted, remaining firm. “Don’t rush me, Raptor.”

Starscream hummed, causing her focus to shift to him again. He nodded, seemingly understanding her reluctance. He leaned down at his waist, outstretching a servo for her to climb into.

“Fine. Then I shall wait for you, Little Mouse.”

He spoke with a much softer tone, reminding Jayce that she was safe with him. There was a pause. Jayce waited, collecting herself. And then, with a burst of courage, she stepped into the doorway, showing herself fully. Starscream narrowed his crimson optics on her, his wings fluttering ever so slightly. He appeared to be examining her closely, inspecting every piece of fabric on her body (as well as her exposed bits of skin).

The ends of Starscream’s dermas curled upwards into a delicate smile.

“That’s it. Let me look at you.”

Jayce’s cheeks turned pink as she folded her arms beneath her chest, slowly but surely making her way into the room. The walk was gradual but soothing. With every step, she felt more and more relaxed. The lights from above glimmered across Starscream’s metal and her own flesh. She lifted her chin a bit, displaying her limited confidence.

“Yes.” Starscream grinned, teasing her by waggling a claw in her direction. “Come to master.”

A peep bubbled inside Jayce’s throat, but she proceeded to walk towards him, closing the gap between them. She stood before him now. Cautiously, Starscream took her into his claws, using his other servo to lift her chin with the point of another digit.

“That’s my good girl.”

Jayce smiled at him, snuggling her cheek against his warm metal.

#suggestive #transformers prime #my fics #self insert #self ship #self shipping #🐭 scared of the dark 🕊️#tfp #tfp starscream #starscream #jayce redthorne #mouseyindulgence #transformers #maccadam #replies

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charlesandmiranda · 4 months

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2/6: Universal Studios Japan

No one reading this would be surprised to know that Charles believes Steven Spielberg makes the best American monster movies. (Charles talking) Jaws has scared me since I was a very small child, and my first love, probably even before Batman, was dinosaurs, in part because of Jurassic Park. USJ, Universal Studios Japan, still has some of the rides that Universal Studios Florida has gotten rid of (hold for booing). We started our day with the Jaws ride, which was maybe an hour or so wait. The wait was not so bad, because USJ includes really nice Jaws movie settings, in order to entertain you while waiting there are lots of movie sets and displays. The ride itself is maybe five minutes long. It is a boat ride in which a shark appears and attacks the boat, eventually being electrocuted. The "driver" of the boat has a shotgun that she uses to shoot the shark. It is very fun and, somehow, cute?

Because of Charles' stomach issues, we could not take the Jurassic Park ride, but the park itself was very cute and fun. It felt like, to speak to Charles' childhood, Dinosaur Land at max volume and quality. There is an interactive raptor. He is very cute.

We happened to be at the park during an event (I think?) called No Limit? I'm not sure if it's a seasonal thing or what but about halfway through the day they had a parade that ran thru some of the main thoroughfares of the park, with floats from some of the most popular areas. I feel like it was the kind of thing that in the US, it would be easy to treat it like it was cringy, but there was a kind of earnestness to it from the crowd that made it really fun. The Pokemon float at the very end was probably our favorite!

We did ride a Hello Kitty ride, in a more kid-friendly section of the park -- It was similar to a teacup ride. There was a lot of theming for the Minions, Peanuts, and a lot of areas that were themed after a super idyllic US, with a Central Park area, a San Francisco area, and a kinda 1950s diner looking restaurant area.

Also there is a Universal Monsters "Rock and Roll" Show that was previously in the Universal Studios Florida park, back in the ......early 90s??? and it appears to be running completely unchanged since then haha. It was..........something. I honestly felt like I needed 2 or 3 drinks beforehand to fully enjoy it. The main reason we went was because it's hosted by Beetlejuice, and we wanted to see what Japan's ideal of Beetlejuice was like. Japanese Beetlejuice is pretty funny.

Bottom line, TL:dr, but we had a really fun time at USJ! It alternated between being pretty cold and pretty mild, which was probably the only 'bad" thing about it, but that's a very minor gripe. It was awesome to check off the bucket list item of seeing these nearly extinct attractions like the Jaws ride and the Rock and Roll show.

From here, we moved on to our accommodations in Osaka, where we stayed up thru today (2/9 at time of writing), so stay posted on our days in Osaka coming soon!

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 1 year

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Soulmates: Izuku Hawks Natsuo. Even I don’t know if I’m looking for platonic or a crack ship.

Natsuo grew up in a world where he wasn’t enough. Just a face in the crowd for his father to occasionally drag out and parade around. He was never allowed his own life. Never allowed to enjoy things and to have fun without worrying about how it affected the family. Even his choice of career had been highly scrutinized by everyone.

“Why mental health? Cause of his mother?” Was whispered.

“A surgeon is a better look.” PR whined at him. Natsuo ignored it all. He doubled down and worked hard.

But it was hard. Really hard. More so when… Shouto was aorund. Natsuo tried not to hate his little brother. It wasn’t his fault he was born with the Quirk their father desperately wanted. It wasn’t his fault that Touya had his mental break down, repeating a trauma dump on Natsuo each night that made the younger boy want to go crazy. It wasn’t Shouto’s fault.

But oh the burn inside of him made it hard not to. He tried to ignore it, tried to temper it.

But it felt like a fuse. More so when Shouto came home speaking of Midoriya Izuku.

A name Natsuo knew given it was etched onto his skin along with the name Takami Keigo.

Now, soulmates weren’t always romantic. Natuso’s mother was soulmates with an aromantic asexual nurse at the hospital she was in. (And there was a reason that Rei hadn’t left yet and oh it burned him as much as Shouto did at times to know that.) But… well there was only a five year gap. Natsuo could wait and see.

But then Shouto began talking with Fuyumi about how nice and sweet and kind Izuku was. How intelligent. How skilled. It made Natsuo want to rip something apart. His little brother shouldn’t be talking about HIS soulmate like that. All sweet and gentle and soft. Fuyumi seemed to know why Natsuo seemed angry and cautiously pried into Shouto about Izuku’s marks. Given Shouto had his own, some girl he was only friends with apparently, it was easy.

“They were burned off by a former classmate. It came out on the first day and he got expelled.” The words made Natsuo RAGE. You don’t DO that. It was disgusting. It was horrific.

His soulmate didn’t know who Natsuo was to him. He was too young and his mother never wrote the names down. Why would she? Burning off a mark… you didn’t do that.

Natsuo got the name of the boy and stewed. And stewed. He went to a stupid gala his father said the family had to and boiled in his rage.

Then a winged hero appeared by his side, a wrist bared.

“Hello, I’m Hawks. Or Takami Keigo.”

-0-

Keigo didn’t talk about the possessive side of himself. The side that gripped and snarled and imagined killing anyone who touched what was his. People were disarmed by his cheerful smiles and ‘lazy’ appearance. They didn’t look further to see more about him.

They’d have remembered the raptors also are fellow birds. That they were predators, more dangerous then others.

Keigo always knew he was a predator. He could dress it up as just being a pretty bird but the truth was much darker then most knew. He was dangerous, and he would kill if anyone touched what was his.

He lost six handlers before the Commission wised up and stopped trying to force him to give up what was HIS. They worked with him to make sure he got what was his and that he could be a hero for them. They weren’t stupid enough to try and restrict him after he’d ripped out a few throats.

In another life, perhaps this would haven’t had happened. In another life maybe he’d be more submissive. In this one, Keigo never pushed aside his instincts and wanted.

But what he wanted most was his soulmates. They were HIS. His mates, the ones he would never let go. His, his, his! He wouldn’t be like his father, keeping them locked away like the man did to his son and wife. No he’s let them free. But always they would come back.

He’d make sure of it.

The Commission told him to wait before claiming them. That it was better to do that rather then try and take what was rightfully his. He was FURIOUS at the idea but grudgingly accepted it after a long conversation with a shrink about ‘bonding young being detrimental’.

But as soon as he saw one of HIS soulmates at a gala… all bets were off. He approached right away, and showed the proof. Todoroki Natsuo looked back with a familiar look in his eyes.

“You know our third?” The white haired man asked in a whisper as a reporter began taking pictures, having seen the reveal.

“The kid in UA? I got banned from offering an internship. Said it wouldn’t look good and he is to young for me.” Keigo sneered. Perhaps it was true. Okay yeah it was. The kid was sixteen, he could wait a few more years… that sounded incredibly creepy. He would remove that thought. He wouldn’t interact with the young hero until it was time for them to meet as adults.

“His marks were burned off,” Natsuo breathed. “He doesn’t know. I did get the name of the brat who did it. Who still got into UA and then attacked our soulmate before being expelled.”

A fury burned in Keigo as he smiled at the camera. He accidentally revealed his other wrist as he put a hand on Natuso’s shoulder.

“What’s the name?”

-0-

The next morning Izuku was staring at the paper that showed Hawks, the Hawks, alongside Todoroki Natsuo after being revealed as soulmates. Another name was noted though, one that everyone could see.

Midoriya Izuku.

Izuku had already demanded to know why Todoroki didn’t tell him and he wasn’t to sure if he believed the claim that the red and white boy had never seen his brother’s marks. He’d seen the look the boy gave him from time to time after all.

Though perhaps it was unfair. Izuku didn’t know. All he knew was that the burns on his wrists ached from where there had once been names.

He studied the photo again before sighing. He’d meet them as an adult probably. Or in passing. Their age gap wasn’t enough of one to be branded platonic off the bat but spending time now wouldn’t be the greatest idea.

He pulled out his phone to look at the article sent by his mother. Bakugou, his old bully and the guy who’d burned off his names as kids because ‘Quirkless Dekus don’t deserve soulmates’ had been murdered. Apparently after being expelled from UA, he’d gone vigilante and bit off more then he could chew, his throat ripped out by some villain.

Izuku didn’t know what to think of that either honestly but put it aside. His soulmates were more important.

#bnha #bnha au #soulmate friday #that didn't go as anyone expected it #predator and prey au

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what's your fav thing abt gw2? (i wanna play it but i dont like going into games completely blind so i'd love to hear why in particular you like it-)

theres a lot of stuff that i like and its gonna be a longer post skjdhfsk so im putting it under the cut:

the mounts. theyre so fun. i absolutely love all the mounts. i have all of them rn and hhhhh i love them.

the raptor is good for long jumps, great for just running around random maps. the springer is good for vertical jumps when you need to get somewhere higher up. the skimmer is a water and underwater mount for getting over water (and quicksand which otherwise kills you) fast. the jackal can teleport and jump through sand portals. the griffon is a gliding mount thats best used when youre up high. just jump down, gain some speed and just soar through the map with high speed. its the most fun mount in my opinion. not very well shown in my quick video sdkjfhs. the skyscale is basically just a dragon. it can fly, shoot fire and latch onto walls. a very universal mount. the hardest one to get. the siege turtle is for two players! the person who controls the turtle can stomp with it and just run around (it can go underwater) and the person in the back can shoot the canons on the side of the turtle! the siege turtle is good for, well, sieges. if you need to break a wall the turtle is great for that. the warclaw! you wont use that one very often in the open world. the warclaw is the only mount that can be used in wvw. it can jump, give others players around you a speed boost, it can tear down doors to castles etc.. the roller beetle is a fast racing mount. usually peoeple will use the beetle for races that happen around the world or you can use them for traversing big open planes and maps! fast and fun to use!

next! casual lgbtq+ rep. characters who use they/them pronouns, npcs in same sex relationships, etc. its all just very casual and not a big deal. also every year theres an official pride parade where people dye their armor and their mounts in the colors of their flags! its always very colorful and fun!

customization. you can do quite a lot when it comes to character customization. not only the character itself but also tons of cool armor skins you can collect. sylvari for example can have basically any color skin you can think of. theyre literally plants. you can have a pink sylvari, yellow, green, blue, etc. they also glow in the dark and you can pick the color of that glow too! its so fun to just create cool looking characters and then running around with them. fashion wars is a thing. theres a LOT of cosmetics you can get.

most armor also can be dyed any color you have unlocked! and theres a LOT of dyes!

another thing i really enjoy is the combat style! you dont just stand in one place while you cast a spell or whatever. most attacks and skills let you move while youre casting them. its very flowy and very satisfying to play with. also a lot of variety when it comes to different builds. most classes can also do basically all 3 of the main roles you need for content like strikes, raids, etc. which is a healer, boon dps and dps. a healer with always also provide some boons and boon dps should fill the boons the healer cannot provide.

i personally love playing qdps (dps providing quickness which makes your skill animation and casting faster) and aheal (alacrity heal. alacrity makes the cooldowns go faster.)

the story is also fun! the commander needs to get therapy in the next story part or i swear to god-

theres much more i could find but i feel like ive been rambling for long enough-

#stiff talk

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dansnaturepictures · 6 months

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16th December 2023: Fishlake Meadows

Flora, fauna and fungi pictures taken in this set are of: 1. A rodent I observed along the canal before reaching the reserve, I believe a young rat I did see other rats too. 2. Viburnum along the canal path which I enjoyed seeing. 3. A sea of gorgeous turkey tail which I was taken aback with on a tree stump. 4. A cheery Robin. 5. A ravishing Red Kite which was a treat to see, I was captivated by watching it. I excitingly saw one from the train on the way and also I believe two on a tree from the train on the way back, exciting to see them doing well here. 6. Grey Squirrel. 7. One of a few Mute Swans I enjoyed watching whilst having a blissful lunch at the viewing screen. 8. A majestic Marsh Harrier, another raptor I love which it was delightful to watching soaring over the reedbed and water a couple of times. 9. Dandelion. 10. Cormorant.

In swashbuckling moments before reaching the reserve along the canal I saw a beautiful Kingfisher perched and catch a fish, a riveting encounter with another favourite of mine. Completing a super six of my visit alongside the Kingfisher and two birds of prey were two pleasing passerines, crimson Stonechat which I'd not seen here before and powerful moments listening to the siren like call of a Nuthatch and watching this eyecatching birds as well as stunning views of a Great White Egret at the screen perhaps the closest I've ever been to this angelic egret I was just too slow to get a photo before it flew. Other bird highlights on an amazing walk round were Goldcrest, Wrens, Chiffchaff, the energetic burst of sound from a nice few Cetti's Warblers calling, Long-tailed Tit seen well for a second day running, Blue Tit, Great Tit heard and seen well, Collared Dove and House Sparrow along the canal, Mistle Thrush feeding on mistletoe (how it gets its name) which was memorable, Blackbird, Magpie, Grey Heron including parading over nicely, Moorhen, possibly a Water Rail seen quickly too, the regular sight and sound of Greylag Geese, Shoveler and Wigeon key waterfowl of the day and Common Gull. Other key plants seen were pretty forget-me-not, ivy including mixed well with mushrooms, hazel catkins, white deadnettle, rose hips and burdock seed heads. Candlesnuff fungi spotted only from being beside the rat in the photos I took seen for a second day running was nice and possibly mossy maze polypore among other mushrooms were good to see. On the way to the station this morning seeing winter heliotrope at Lakeside and further on and hawthorn berries, dandelion and hearing Magpie by Lakeside were good moments with Jackdaw, Goldfinch, House Sparrow, Starling and Collared Dove enjoyed at home today. My Mum is currently recovering from a major operation so as I don't drive I'm doing some trips to nature reserves via trains, so far last Saturday and today and I'll do more in the New Year, and it makes it a really interesting and enjoyable day taking a different route to get out to places. Today at Fishlake Meadows and getting there was a fantastic day of nature watching and appreciating being outside.

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sarahtran · 2 years

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Toronto Raptors Victory Parade, June 17, 2019. Toronto, ON.

Photographed by Sarah Tran (4/8).

#photography #toronto raptors #toronto #toronto photography #ttc #ttc photography #toronto raptors victory parade #2019 nba finals #2019 nba championship #street photography #parade #parade photography #event photography #jeremy lin #sarah tran

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Hello, can I have an order of Delusional!Yandere Biskit from Animal Crossing with a gender-neutral reader who genuinely wants to be friends with him? (You don't have to do this if you don't want to!!!)

(I like delusional yandere's some times. They add this spice and of course I love gn and male requests!)

y/n was walking around as they with prideful feeling as they have a dinosaur skull that was a accidental duplicate as other villagers doing their own thing as y/n looked around knowing some villagers would like or get scared of the skull or they could rebury the skull "HEY DAWG!" As a orange dog ran to y/n and when finally getting there was out of breath "whoa, I never seen you run that fast...or at all but what's up Biskit!" As the orange dog stood up straight and dug in his pocket and pulls out a very messed and lazily wrapped gift "here, Open it!" Y/n placing the skull in their pocket and opening the gift and to see it was one of Biskit's prized k.k slider parade songs and y/n being shocked "wait Biskit isn't this one of your favorite songs?" And Biskit's tail wagging intensely "yeah! Don't worry I have another copy!" Y/n feeling relieved as they weren't stealing a copy from Biskit they suddenly remembered "oh wait, I have a gift for you too...wait hold on" y/n then taking out of their pocket was the raptor skull "here. It's the least I could do for your gift but I gotta go now, bye!" Y/n runs to get more things for the museum as Biskit looked at the skull and walked home.

Opening his door, closing it and locked it as he goes to another room as he could expand his house but continued to the room as opening the door and turning on the light to reveal a well built shrine and a shelf next to it with gifts from y/n, his heart always speeds up when he looked at the gifts "they really do love me~....that's it I'm going to ask them out" as the next day came Biskit happy as can be with present in hand to see y/n helping one of the able sisters "hey daw- y/n so....um, I wanted to give you this" as Biskit handed y/n the present and them opening it, it revealed to be a note 'will you go out with me dawg?' y/n looked at Biskit with shock "this...it's really nice of you but I prefer to be friends it's not you it's me, I really hope nothing comes between us bu-" Mabel opened the door and saw y/n with Biskit "HEY Y/N CAN YOU HELP ME WITH SOMETHING?" Mabel yelled and y/n walked over to Mabel inside as Biskit stood there and then looked at the able sisters shop then his tail started to wag "oh y/n, you and your silly jokes. Playing hard to get....just playing hard to get" Biskit said as he walked back to his house and later the next day a present placed Infront of y/n's house as they picked it up and opened it but nothing was in it but a note then y/n's phone buzzed not the nookie phone and opening the phone was a picture of y/n looking at their phone 'look in the box' doing as the phone said scared out of their mind as to see pictures of y/n and the phone buzzed again 'so, what to rethink that offer?'

#yandere animal crossing #x gn reader #yandere x reader #gn y/n #animal crossing new horizons #yandere animal crossing x reader #yandere male #yandere male x reader

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paceywittergayboatman · 1 year

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Shiv Roy: Traumatic Conception, Pregnancy and Survival

Masterlist

Will do this section at later date if you have question about what anything from this meta is from feel free to ask via anon

This is what makes us girls by Lana Del Rey-1✔️

someone New by Hozier-3✔️

Canary by Joy Williams

Funeral Parade of Roses

My Raptor by Annie Finch-9✔️

When he sees me by Sara Bariles

Crack Baby by Mistki-

Margaret Atwood-

The Four Mary's-

A Thousand Acres by Jane Smiley-7✔️

Painter guy-8✔️

Non Succesion

Intro-4 ✔️

2.10-5✔️

1.3

3.9-10,11✔️

1.10

1.2

3.1

Thanksgiving-6✔️

2.2-2✔️

#sa trigger warning #succesion #shiv roy #web weaving #succesion web weaving meta #Tom Wambsgans

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sealie-seolh · 1 year

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The Crow’s Nest

“Tik, tikk, tik, tik,” Nicolò encouraged as he offered minced up worm to a fluffy chick wrapped in an old blanket by the cottage’s fire.

“Habibi?” Yusuf sighed into his palms. He had only been away for three nights, and Nicolò had managed to adopt a baby crow of all things.

“Yusuf!” Nicolò glowed, but he continued to feed the fluffy scrap.

Mentally, Yusuf shrugged, knowing that they had a new companion for the next twenty odd years of their stretched lives.

“How was your trip?” Nicolò asked.

“I passed Andromache’s papers to Marlowe. He knew of their content before I gave them to him.” Yusuf shrugged. “I do not know what he will make of the information.”

“He will make of it what he will,” Nicolò’ said, phlegmatically.

“And who do we have here?” Yusuf crouched beside his love.

“I am not naming him,” Nicolò declared.

Oh? That was different.

“I took him from the terrible children living in the croft by the river. They told me that they found him in that woody copse by the old farm,” Nicolò said. “I suspect that they stole him from the nest when the parents were collecting food for their nestling. I will return him in the morning.”

Outside the windows, the night was as black as the crow’s wings.

“Will we be up all night feeding the babe?” Yusuf asked, knowing both his love and learning from a parade of rescued animals over many years.

“Yes. I will welcome you home, properly, my love, when we have returned the baby.” Nicolò raised his face, and Yusuf had to kiss him.

The rapacious hunger of a growing passerine crow or raptor demanded feeding at every strike of the bell. Looking after a nestling was a labour of love or the dedication of a master falconer. Nicolò embodied both, and Yusuf was his willing partner.

“Do you need more worms minced or shall I find us an old chicken from the coop?” such was the language of love.

Yusuf cradled the nestling in the blanket as Nicolò stalked ahead of him scanning trees, up and down, left and right.

He spotted the nest almost instantly. Yusuf followed Nicolò’s gaze up to the large nest tucked in the spindly branches high above them.

“Uhm, it is good that we’re immortal,” Yusuf said. “I don’t think that those branches are going to support our weight. Falling. Inevitable.”

The nest was perfectly situated to look over the farmers’ fields around the woodland. A crow, screeching angrily, perched beside the nest. Ready to protect, on alert, previously disturbed.

“Why do they like to nest so high up?” Nicolò asked rhetorically.

Yusuf handed the chick over. “I’ll go back home and get the ladder.”

“And some ropes.”

~*~

Yusuf returned with the ladder, somewhat delayed by Widow Soli, who had wanted to chat and find out why such a nice boy had a ladder and rope. Saving a baby crow had made her wander off shaking her head at their idiocy. Boys.

Nicolò was, as he expected, half way up the tree, sitting in the vee where the main trunk forked. The nestling was tucked in his hood, pecking furiously at Nicolò’s long braid, squalling for food. Two crows circled the tree, cawing furiously.

Yusuf didn’t vacillate, he set the ladder against the trunk and shimmied up.

“Tesoro.” Nicolò offered a stabilising hand.

“Are there other chicks in the nest?” Yusuf asked, as he hauled the rick-rack ladder up behind them.

“One, I think?”

They might then have a better chance of the crows taking the baby back, Yusuf supposed. If there had been four, mother and father may have purposely thrown the baby from the nest, saving effort and food for the strongest nestlings.

“Illya was not cast out,” Nicolò read his mind—and he had named the crowling. “He would have likely been injured from the fall. Those dreadful urchins stole him.”

Indeed, above them the bark was scuffed and branches broken, leaves torn by small feet and hands: climbing.

Yusuf got the base of the ladder wedged where the main two branches bifurcated. Nicolò eeled around him, helping angle and prop the ladder in and on the tangle of branches and twigs up toward the nest. Yusuf would hold and Nicolò would climb.

“This will be fun,” Nicolò proclaimed.

Caw!

“Climb, Nicolò, before we lose an eye or worse.”

Yusuf braced the ladder as Nicolò slowly scaled each rung. He used the tangle of branches on either side to stabilise his climb rather than putting all of his weight on the rickety ladder. The larger crow settled just above the intricate twiggy cup of the nest, and cocked its head to the side, watching.

“I am returning your baby,” Nicolò said lowly.

Yusuf imagined a baleful red cast to the demon bird’s eye. He remembered many battles with such birds feasting on the aftermath of carnage.

Nicolò reached the near top of the ladder. Yusuf strained to hold the unwieldy weight steady, feet braced on stouter branches, muscles screaming.

“Hurry, my love.”

Nicolò scooped Illya out of his hood, and with the utmost gentleness placed the baby into the nest.

“Be well, and thrive, Illya.”

The mother bird swooped low, snatching a tuft of hair from the side of Nicolò’s head. He swore, but didn’t flinch, so as not to knock the nest from the tree. Blood ran down the side of his head, coating his ear and glistening. There was an ominous creak.

The ladder under Yusuf’s hands juddered.

“Nicolò!”

He jumped, removing his weight from the ladder so that the branch didn’t break and threaten the nest. Like a cat he dropped, slapping branches as he plummeted, slowing his fall. He fell the last few feet into the soft mulch below.

“Nicolò!” Yusuf hung out of the tree.

Nicolò lay on his back in his own nest of broken twigs and leaves. “I am well, Hayati.”

Yusuf dropped the ladder on him, as a matter of principle.

~*~

Yusuf lay content, cradled in Nicolò’s arms. They had saved a baby bird. He was peculiarly satisfied by the day’s actions. A simple act. Nicolò was radiant; happy. They had eaten a humble dinner, a stew of lentils and dried fruit, with hearty, buttered bread. Before a gently glowing fire, they read the next chapter of their book by candlelight, turning pages together. Yusuf always ahead of Nicolò—waiting patiently for Nicolò to stroke his finger, signalling: Onwards, my love.

Tap. Tap.

Yusuf craned his head around. Nicolò was already untangling himself from their blanket nest.

“Nicolò,” Yusuf whined. “You’re letting in the cold. It was the wind, rattling the glass.”

“I’m just checking, Yusuf.” Nicolò pecked a kiss on the top of his head.

Nicolò pushed his beaky nose against one of the panes of sugar glass in the window, and squinted outside. His eyesight might be unparalleled but Nicolò was not going to be able to see anything in the pitch black darkness. He cracked open the window letting in a sudden, icy stab of air.

“Nico!”

“Sshh,” Nicolò soothed, closing the window just as quickly.

Yusuf lifted the blankets, letting Nicolò bury in next to him. He could have sworn that Nicolò was chilled in the heartbeats it had taken him to check that they were safe. But Yusuf knew that he enjoyed dramatics.

“What was it?” Yusuf asked. “What did you see?”

Nicolò held up a rosy, luminescent stone in the firelight.

“What?” Yusuf plucked it from his fingers. It was cool to the touch.

“River quartz,” Nicolò said. “Left on the window sill.”

“How?”

“I think,” Nicolò said, snuggling in, “our new friends have left us a thank you gift.”

fin

#the old guard #fanfic #mini-fic #mini-togfics #my fic

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