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swearwolf-writes · 3 years

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Teen Wolf 2020

it’s 2020 and corona is a bitch :) the wolves might not be able to get sick but they still wear their masks bcs they could still be carriers so *clears throat* WEAR YOUR MASKS Y’ALL!! this is very much a no one dies/everybody lives au :)

[CROSSPOSTED ON: AO3]

Scott McCall - age 26

this cute nerd. he studied veterinary medicine which takes about 4 years so he graduated in 2017 and works as Deaton’s partner at the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic. he’s dating Isaac (bcs he came back from France with Argent, remember) and Kira (she came back from the Skinwalkers in 2019 and has a proper grasp on her powers). sorry scalia shippers but it’s not really my thing-

Stiles Stilinski - age 26

NERD. anywho- FBI dork became an agent in 2019 whoo and lives in DC with Lydia, Derek and Braeden. he’s dating Lydia and Derek and things are pretty chill - he yells at arseholes who refuse to wear their masks bcs ‘it’s uncomfortable :(’ like bite me karen no one cares

Derek Hale - age 32

grumpy sourwolf actually knows how to smile!! who knew- he lives in DC with Stiles, Lydia and Braeden most of the time but he and Braeden travel often to fight butthead hunters who need to mind their own business. he’s dating Stiles and he and Braeden are engaged - it’s cute and they’re being dorks about it. he likes to complain that they’d be married by now if it wasn’t for freakin covid

Lydia Martin - age 26

your local genius banshee~ 🥰 still awesome, still a harbinger of death - so yk, the usual. bcs she had extra credits she started as a junior studying maths and graduates in 2016!! 🎉🎉 she moved to DC after she got some money together while working as a tutor - the quartet splits rent (but usually it’s just Stiles and Lydia splitting it bcs the other two don’t technically have jobs and yk Derek is an unsub and Stiles is in the FBI which Lydia finds hilarious). she teaches adults in the local community college and helps supernatural folk on the dl - she runs a grief counselling service at the same place for people who’ve lost someone. she’s also trying to get a degree to become a high school maths teacher and it’s a lot but she’s got it handled.

Allison Argent - 24

accidentally brought back from the dead by the Dread Doctors. everyone could not stop crying bcs she’s back baby!! she died in 2011 age 17 and came back in 2012 so she wasn’t dead long thankfully - wanted to kill Theo bcs he messed with her pack even he did bring her back. she’s a chimera now lads- she needed a kidney transplant when she was young which was why she was kept away from the family business. she was a werewolf-werejaguar chimera like Hayden but stayed a chimera. Chris and Isaac stayed home and bcs she and Isaac never actually broke up, they kept dating - she found it funny that Isaac and Scott were dating at this point,, meanwhile they were panicking wildly :) she went back to school and said she wasn’t dead, just in the hospital for a really long time. she joined Liam’s year and again, wanted to very badly throw hands when she found out about Monroe- she’s the coolest, like she has claws and bow and arrows

Malia Tate - 26

our girl went to France as promised and hooked up with plenty of hot French people *le eyebrow wiggle* she found her beau there in France and it was not a love at first sight sort of thing - she wanted to punch them in the face,, in their very pretty face- she was basically doing her own thing when she smells them, another bloody werewolf and like don’t get me wrong, she’s fond of werewolves, but bloody hell do they cause trouble. and they smell her too and it’s like ‘eh-?’ bcs werecoyotes aren’t so common as werewolves. and they’re just there in a club in Bordeaux and they’re sniffed each other out and they kinda just pause like huh- bcs they were were not expecting to see someone that pretty- but that’s not the point of course- they pretend to leave together and as soon as they’re out of sight from humans, they start fighting in an alley, as you do. it ends up with the wolf tasting the wall bcs who the hell are you- once they figure out they’re both just there to party, things chill and they see more of each other, naturally, it’s all just a big coincidence and doesn’t mean anything. and then they’re dancing and it doesn’t mean anything. and then they’re sleeping together and it doesn’t mean anything. except it does. and they don’t know when it became normal to cuddle or wake up together or have breakfast together but it just was. and when the cute werewolf (who I still don’t have a name for-) plans on moving to the next place, she comes with. the pack are happy for her and they usually road trip from place to place so when the pack comes to visit in Prague? it’s fun to say the least

Kira Yukimura - age 25

she came back from the Skinwalkers in 2019 and she and Allison became good friends. she kept going with school from home and is dating Scott. her powers are strong and when she sneezes bcs yk pollen or wtv, there’s sparks and it’s hilarious and Scott finds it adorable. she doesn’t really know what she wants to do yet and that’s cool of her

Erica Reyes - age 25

they thought she was dead- think again bitch, she slowed her heart rate down so they couldn’t hear and everyone thought she was dead - when the alpha pack got rid of her body and Allison found it, she told her to tell the others to pretend she was dead bcs of the Alpha pack - they beat the Alpha pack but she and Boyd hid with Satomi’s pack while that went down and helped generally after. she kept going with school and bcs she dipped for a while, ended in Liam’s year and eventually became a nurse in 2017. she works with Melissa McCall and joins for family dinner a lot.

Isaac Lahey - age 25

went to France with Chris Argent but kept going with his studies at Chris’ insistence. was dating dating Scott before he had to leave with Chris but they didn’t actually break up,, it was more ‘i’ll miss you :(’. came back to Beacon Hills when Chris came to help with the deadpool business and stayed bcs of Allison and Scott 💞 his studies were mostly uninterrupted and he studied law, becoming a lawyer in 2020!! so at least one good thing came of this infernal year- he wants to specialise in family law.

Vernon Boyd III - age 26

yea no, Derek didn’t mercy kill him bcs he was fine :) de nile ain’t just a river lads he went into hiding with Satomi’s pack and came back when the Alpha pack was dealt with. went back to school and ended up in Liam’s year. he joined the air force when he was 18 and finished his rotc training stuff in 2018 and it’s pretty alright - he’s a pilot but was discharged in 2019 bcs someone started with him and bcs they were a superior, he couldn’t say shit. so now he likes to wear ‘fuck the army’ and ‘fuck the air force’ shirt. he has mad respect for the people out there but the people in charge? fuck em

Aiden Steiner - age 27

he lives bitches 😎 Ethan had a silver chain on so he plugged the wound with it - it counteracted the oni poison and the chain started melting into the would (he had mild silver poisoning but he was fine). school was normal and now he’s an engineer, living in Beacon Hills. he and Ethan left for London for a while bcs that town was crazy af. while Ethan was very happy there, he missed home so went back. he got an online ordination and learnt Japanese bcs why not

Ethan Steiner-Whittemore - age 27

got married!! whoo 🎉🎉 Aiden officiated (this is 2018 btw) and it was cute. the whole pack was there and the wedding was in London bcs as quaint as Beacon Hills is

‘i’m only planning on getting married once so this is gonna be awesome’ - Jackson Whittemore, 2017

he’s dramatic but yk Ethan was a blushing mess bcs ~life partners~ he’s soft y’all. he’s a primary school teacher in London and they’re part of the South London pack.

Jackson Steiner-Whittemore - age 25

also got married!! whoo 🎉🎉 ngl he’s lowkey a trophey husband/sugar hubby bcs he’s rich af - he does business with his dad but it’s not a big workload. he and Aiden want to adopt and yk being rich will hopefully help

Theo Raeken - age 25

ah yes, the absolute nightmare bi enby returns. (i hc him with he/they pronouns ✌🏽 as you do) so he successfully gained Scott’s trust and is part of the pack - yay! he and Allison have a sort of ‘you’re a bitch’ ‘no u’ *saves each others lives* relationship at this point - it took a while for Allison to warm up to him but he did save Liam’s butt several times so,, anywho, he’s still a werewolf-werecoyote chimera and he’s cool with it. he went to an online school and got his high school diploma - Liam then snuck him into the school and he signed the bookshelf bcs yea he didn’t graduate there but he did go there and now he’s graduated so yay. speaking of, he and Liam are dating, yea ik we been knew. they started dating in 2014 and Theo now works waiting tables at a local restaurants bcs he lives with Liam and his parents (you best bet that when they found out he was living in his car, they made him move in so he pays rent, not at their request but his). that was till 2017 and they moved out into an apartment together. Theo chips in on rent but it usually ends up being split 60:40 (Liam: Theo) so he cooks and cleans a lot,,, mainly bcs Liam can’t cook and does laundry like a maniac-

Liam Dunbar - age 24

this werepup is just as chaotic as always - he cannot be trusted with laundry bcs he doesn’t split colours from whites :) honestly it makes me wanna cry a lil bcs he can’t even fry eggs either- he has Theo to cook for him tho so that’s all good. he’s a history tutor for the high school students bcs he likes history and he knows the pain of high school- *shudder* he got an online Spanish and TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) degree and is now teaching at Beacon Hills High but yk his first year teaching is all online bcs 2020-

Mason Hewitt - age 23

he’s Emissary to the pack when they don’t have Deaton *wipes tear* he’s all grown up- he went to UCLA and majored in biophysics and minored in LGBTQ studies (graduated 2017). he lived on campus (kept the bat next to his bed lmao) and videochatted with Liam almost everyday - he would visit almost every weekend even tho it’s a 6 and half drive but hey. he got an apartment near the uni where he and Corey lived after he graduated. they’ve been engaged since 2018 (it was actually the day after the Steiner-Whittemore wedding). he’s helping work on a new drug delivery system and they moved closer to Beacon Hills (Sacramento)

Corey Bryant - age 24

he also went UCLA, studying comparative literature and LGBTQ studies, and lived on campus (for 3 years before moving in with Mason in 2017) before graduating in 2018. they’re engaged and moved to Sacramento. he’s writing a novel that will thankfully have nothing to do with their confusing ass lives

Cora Hale - age 28

lesbian queen *bows* still part of her pack in Ecuador, South America - she’s got a lady lover who I call Rosa (affectionately nicknamed Rosalita). they met when she first got there age 12 (Rosa being 13 at the time). Rosa taught her Spanish and made her feel like part of the pack - after all the Alpha pack stuff, when she went back with Derek and Peter, she didn’t realise how much she’d missed them- how much she’d missed her. Derek asks if that’s her girlfriend and she’s like ‘wha- o.o’ and Rosa just goes ‘yup - nice to finally meet you guys’. she still visits DC to see Derek and Beacon Hills to see Erica and Isaac. even tho she lives in a different continent, Peter still looks out for her, sending anonymous donations in Talia’s name to the areas surrounding her pack’s territory

Brett Talbot - 24

*singsongs* ~he did not die~ the car swerved out of the way and the pack took him to Deaton who burnt the poison out of him (it was a long and painful process but he’s fine y’all). he’s the new lacrosse coach at Devenford Prep and he and Liam have a (mostly) friendly rivalry :) he’s a single pringle not bcs of lack of dates but just bcs he hasn’t found the one yet

Lorilee Rohr - age 22

also did not die :) she finished high school (2015) and went on to studying at UC Berkeley (art practice and theatre and performance studies, major and minor), graduating in 2018. she and Brett moved once he reached age 18. she makes and sells art from home

Nolan Holloway - age 25

after proving himself, same as Theo, he was eventually accepted into the pack. he and Gabe were dating and that’s that so he did mourn him for a long while. he works with hunters on the dl, trying to stop them hunting the supernaturals - he’s flipped 23 away from the dark side by 2020. he and Liam are friends which took a while but Nolan has his back (like there was that one time someone from the lacrosse team said they weren’t gonna ‘follow some mongrel’ so he reminded them that Liam was co-captain and if they didn’t wanna follow him, they could kindly fuck off :)) he’s a simp and has a raging crush on Brett like me too bruh

~the end~ for now

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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X vs A

Request: Could you perhaps do a fic where you’re part of the Avengers and you have to work with the x men. Logan catches your attention and you catch his. You both flirt and it’s sort of a love-hate thing. End smutty if you do that?

Pairing: Logan x Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Jean Grey, Professor X, Scott Summers

Warnings: angst, language, love-hate relationship, arguments, violence, smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex

X vs. A Masterlist

“This is important Y/N, I trust you and Steve the most so you will do this meeting. Professor Xavier along with Jean Grey will wait for you at his office. They need your help with this mission.” Tony explains.

“Why Steve and me?”

“They got more power related fighter. I mean telekinesis, controlling the weather or minds. But they barely have someone with real physical strength. They got Beast and a guy name Wolverine according to Charles information but Hank, that’s Beast’s real name, is on his own mission so you will help them out.”

“Is this a babysitting job again? I mean shall I protect a damsel in distress once again?” You chuckle.

“No, of course not. But the enemies we are dealing with are powerful and more into attacking physically than using special powers.”

“My enhanced strength is a special power too, just like my teleporting.” You tease.

“I know, Y/N. Just do it for me, Charles counts on us. He helped me years ago, rather saved my ass. I want to return his favor.”

“Okay, Tony. I’ll do it.”

“I can’t come with you, Y/N. Bucky needs my help in Washington.” Steve says and you roll your eyes.

“Seriously? Is this a test again? I can talk to people and work with them, Tony.”

“You can work with us, Y/N. This is a difference. With others, you behave like a bull in a china shop.” Steve says and you punch your fist into his shoulder.

“Ouch! You know you can hurt me.”

“Tell me where and when.” You mutter.

—-

“Ah, you must be Y/N. I’m Charles Xavier and this is Jean Grey. We will meet the others later.”

“Tony said you need my help on a mission?”

“Straight to the point…huh?” Scott says entering the room along with Logan.

Glancing at you the tall mutant sniffs to inhale your scent deeply. Almost purring he watches you with darkened eyes.

“Great timing Scott, Logan this is Y/N. She’s an Avenger and here to help us with our mission to infiltrate Stryker’s base.” Professor Xavier explains.

“Welcome to our school for gifted youngsters,” Scott says smiling and you take his offered hand to shake it politely. “I’m Scott and the grumpy looking guy is Wolverine or Logan, depends on his mood.”

“His mood?” You ask curiously looking at the tall mutant. A grin on his face he slides his claws out and your eyes widen.

“Interesting. Adamantium?” You ask and Logan nods.

“How shall a little girl like her help us, Professor?” Logan asks and you glare at him. You want to take a deep breath and calm your rage down; Tony and Steve are counting on you, but then Logan opens his mouth once again. “She should rather play with her dolls.” He adds and you cross the room in a split second by using your teleporting powers.

Pinning the tall mutant against the wall with your enhanced strength you glare up at him. “Did your mommy never tell you to not underestimate a little girl, punk?” You ask and Scott starts laughing.

“Whoa, Y/N. I never saw Logan speechless or pinned to a wall.”

“You’re welcome, Scott. I’m here to help after all. Maybe I should start by teaching Wolvie some manners.” You chuckle letting go of an angry looking Wolverine.

“This means war, little girl,” Logan says through gritted teeth.

“Bring it, punk.” You retort and Jean smiles at the scene. She can sense Logan’s arousal, just like yours.

“I better show Y/N her room,” Jean says to break the tension.

“Thank you, Jean. At least three people in this room have some manners. I apologize for my outburst Professor I tent to take things personally from time to time.” You say and Professor Xavier smiles.

“I think Logan started the war. I appreciate you came here to help us out, Y/N. Logan will behave from now on. Right?” Scott says and Wolverine rolls his eyes.

“I guess he swallowed his tongue, Scott. It’s quite alright. Little boys tend to act like … well little boys.” You shrug walking past Logan.

His jaw ticks and his muscles flex as you pass by, but the worst is, his cock twitched in interest.

“Don’t even think about it,” Scott warns. “She’s an ally. Don’t you dare to hurt her.”

—-

Virtual training started…the voice says, and virtual enemies appear in the room.

Using your teleporting powers, you jump up to push off the wall, hitting the enemy from above. Defeating all enemies in no time you roll your shoulders.

“Is that all you’ve got? Boring.” You chuckle.

“Maybe you can try me?” Logan says grinning at you.

“Try what? To defeat you in no time, Wolvie?”

“Don’t call me like this, little girl.”

“First of all, I’m may be older than you, punk and secondly I will no give in only as you show your Alpha behavior. I know you are used to be the physically strongest and your claws are impressive. Maybe you are taller than me, but you know what people say…size doesn’t matter. More important is how you use what you have.”

“I will defeat you, little girl,” Logan says narrowing his eyes.

“I don’t think so, Wolvie.”

“Then let’s start, no holding back. I will mop the floor with you.” The tall mutant threatens towering over you.

“Can’t wait for your moves.” You tease.

“You wouldn’t survive my moves.”

“I bet I could. What’s with this hair thing? Is that a mutation too or just bad taste?”

“I will throw you over my lap and spank your ass bright red.”

“Big talk old man.”

“Thought you are older than me, little girl.”

“I look younger and I’m much cuter.”

“This is not a contest about cuteness. It’s about strength.”

“Then stop babbling and let’s go down and dirty right now.” You mutter.

“Fine.”

The first punch he tries fails miserably. Using your teleporting powers, you jump at the ceiling to tackle Logan from above. Landing on top of the tall mutant you hold him down with your strength, but you must admit he’s not weak either.

Flipping you onto your back he slides his claws out to slice your top open. Missing the skin on purpose he grins down at you.

“Not fair! I’ve got no weapons, Wolvie!”

“Stryker won’t play fair either. He’s a monster and would use you for his experiments, little girl.”

“Are you suddenly worried about me?”

“Why should I be worried?”

—–

“Shall we step in, Professor?” Jean asks watching you and Logan fight in the virtual training simulator.

“No, Jean look at him. He’s relaxed for the first time since we found the base. Stryker is his weak spot. The nightmares got worse since he attacked the mansion. Logan needs this, needs someone equal to release the pressure.”

“What if he hurts her, Professor?”

“He will not hurt her, Jean. Read his mind and hers. Both are interested in each other. They just need some time to admit their feelings. Let them figure things out on their own.” Charles chuckles.

“I’m not sure this is the right way. I mean he has his claws close to her throat.”

“Jean…she’s ready to strike back…oh…look…she already did.”

—-

Surprised by your attack Logan gets smashed into the wall. Your body is more than tense, you need to defeat this cocky asshole once for all. To hell with Tony, you won’t give in.

“Bring it punk!” You mutter storming toward Logan.

“I will not give in, little girl. But I will play fair and not use my claws.” Logan retorts, letting his claws slide back in.

“Fair play, huh? Then let’s start pretty boy.”

“Pretty boy?”

“Hmm…now, now…don’t get cocky. Only as you are nice to look at doesn’t mean I won’t ruin your face.” You chuckle and Logan’s eyes darken.

“I will rip you into pieces.” He threatens now but his eyes are lust-blown. Your destroyed top barely covers your chest and he gets of glimpse at your lace-covered breasts.

“Don’t think so, Wolvie…”

“You asked for this!” Logan yells storming toward you. Teleporting once again you giggle when he runs into the wall behind you. His head hits the wall hard and he falls to the ground bleeding.

“Shit, Logan!” Worried you jump back to the ground to hover over the tall mutant. “Hey, can you hear me? Wait, I’ll get a first aid kit and Jean.” You say carefully touching his face.

Before you can leave you can see his wound closing and a grin appears on his handsome face. Distracted you find yourself pinned underneath Wolverine a second later.

“Gotcha, little girl,” Logan says with a hint of pride in his voice.

“You tricked me! I thought I hurt you, asshole! You were bleeding; last time I hurt a team member I almost got kicked out of the Avengers.” You mutter and Logan can see a hint of fear in your eyes. “I got no one else…”

“Hey, this was my fault, running into a wall. I’m not that easy to kill. Didn’t even hurt, okay. My body is protected by Adamantium and I can heal myself.” Logan says unusual softly.

“Your whole body? How? I mean, isn’t this impossible?”

“Stryker…an experiment. I only survived due to my powers.”

“Shit, he really is a monster. Did it hurt?” You ask looking up at the man still pinning you down.

“Like hell. Still got nightmares of his treatment.”

“I’m sorry. My powers, well except my teleporting are not natural either. Hydra captured me and James. They did horrible things to us, manipulated us. I woke up seventy years later and now I’m here, trying to do the right thing.”

“Experiments too? Damn…”

“Hmm…” Using the opportunity, you flip the tall mutant over, a triumphant grin on your face you pin his wrists down. “You’re such a weak hearted guy, pretty boy. You better watch your back Mr. Sexy ass.” You chuckle.

“This means war!” He threatens grinning at you.

“I can’t wait for your revenge, Wolvie.” You chuckle kissing the top of his nose.

—-

The next days are peaceful and you’ve got the feeling Logan will hold back from now on. Only giving you dirty looks he walks away as soon as you enter a room.

“You mean Stryker has four more bases like the ones he was holding your kid’s hostage?”

“Exactly. We found their positions. That’s the reason we need the help of the Avengers. Well, your help to infiltrate the last one, the most dangerous one. Your friends will take care of the other three along with Hank and Rogue.” Scott explains.

“Why me?”

“Professor?” Scott asks and Charles nods.

“You are not here because of your powers. I mean we need your strength, but you experienced the same abuse as Logan. Tony suggested to sent you to keep the Wolverine at bay. You can compare his strength and you know how it feels …” Scott says but he stops when he sees Logan entering the room.

“I got it, Scott. How do we do this?”

“You will not come with us, little girl,” Logan mutters and you glare at him.

“Who asked you for your opinion, pretty boy?”

“Wait you little…” Logan mutters sliding his claws out.

“Logan!” Professor Xavier scolds but you are already grabbing the hem of the tall man’s shirt.

“I think Wolvie and I need another round in the simulator. If you would excuse us.” You say dragging Logan with you.

“Let me go, little girl.”

“My name is Y/N! Not little girl! Not Red Shadow. I AM Y/N!” You yell pushing Logan into the training room.

“Stop arguing little girl.” Logan chuckles using his claws to ruin another top. Seeing the fabric falling down you get mad.

“This was my favorite top, pretty boy! You will pay for destroying it with your disgusting fingernails.”

“Fingernails? I will destroy you.” Logan yells pushing you against the nearby wall.

“The hell!” You yell back pushing against his firm chest. Feeling his muscles flex you lick your lips.

“Stupid, little girl.” The Wolverine mutters. His hands fist your hair to crush his lips onto yours. Lips parting you let his tongue in.

“Fuck you!” You retort as he moves his hands to your butt to pick you up. Your legs move around his waist on their own as you start grinding against his growing bulge.

“I will mark you, little Avenger. You are mine; an X-Men will make you scream right now.”

“Bring it punk!” You snarl ripping his shirt open. Chiseled torso and defined abs on full display let wetness pool between your legs.

“Going to fuck hard, so hard you will beg me to stop.”

“I can take it asshole. But can you take it too?”

“Is that a challenge?” Logan mutters letting his mouth wander along your neck. Nipping and biting the soft skin he leaves marks as promised. Your arms slung around his neck you close your eyes to let him suck purple hickeys into your skin. The aching in your core gets worse the more his mouth claims your neck so you grind harder against the tall mutant. “Needy?”

“Stop talking and start fucking!” You mutter.

“I will give it to you good,” Logan yells throwing you onto a mat. Pants shoved down he kicks his shoes off to step out of his jeans.

Glancing at his hard cock you bite your lip. “Don’t make promises with your mouth your cock can’t keep!” You challenge and you can see the anger radiating through his body. Butt-naked he stalks toward you. His claws slice your skirt open to get you bare as fast as possible.

“I will show the little Avengers girl how an X-Men satisfies a girl.” He warns roughly spreading your legs open. “You’re a mess down there.”

“Then do something against it, Wolvie.” You mutter fisting his hair to bring him down for a rough kiss. Biting his lip, you chuckle when he tries to free his hair out of your grip but you won’t let go, too busy to shove your tongue into his mouth.

“Let go…I want to fuck you.”

“Then do it! Or do you need Professor Xavier’s advice?” You tease and he gets even madder.

One hand pins your wrists down while the other is busy lining his cock up with your entrance. Sliding only the tip in he nuzzles his nose into your neck.

“I do not need anyone’s advice to fuck you, little girl.”

“I think you need it.” You talk back and Logan snaps his hips forward to enter you with one forceful thrust.

He’s long and thick, with a girth almost too much to handle so you cry out at the wide stretch. Not letting you time to adjust Logan rolls his hips against yours.

“Fucking tight pussy.” He mutters against your lips as you start whining for more. You want to touch him, press him closer to your body but he keeps your hands pinned down.

“Let go of my hands.”

“No tricks.”

“Fuck …me…harder…” You yell glaring at the tall man.

“You want harder? You’ll get harder.”

Biting your neck, he let go of your hands and you paw at his back. Leaving deep crescent marks, you stare up at the angry mutant as he starts slamming his hips against yours.

Cries leave your lips and Logan starts grinning, the need to smash his face is strong but the need to get more, more of him, more friction, more anything is stronger, so you let go of his back to press your hands against his firm chest.

His muscles flex underneath your fingertips and you start moaning louder. Now sliding in and out off you at a maddening pace he almost purrs with every hard thrust. Your cunt squeezes him tightly, clenching in need.

“Will you come? Come on my cock.” He grunts and you whine in response.

“Logan…please…” You whimper and he grabs one leg to move it over his shoulder. The new angle makes you cry out in pleasure with every long stroke of his dick. Brushing the blunt head of his cock over your g-spot, he makes you squirm under his assault.

It’s a tangle of limbs, hot, heavy and rough but you never felt more connected to another human being. His smell, the way he moves, the feeling of his thick shaft almost sledgehammering into you makes it impossible to remain silent.

Cries leave your lips along with curses of his name. Animalistic snarls leave Logan’s lips and you can see a glimpse of the wolf inside of him. Your nails bite into his biceps as he angles his cock to hit the right spot again.

“You feel so good…like you’re made for me.” He purrs and you choke out a broken sob as the coil snaps and you pulse around him. Not far behind he let go of your leg to move it over his hip.

Covering your body with his own he starts grinding against you. Pubic bone adding delicious pressure to your clit he smirks when you start writhing underneath him.

Hands covering your eyes you arch your back, it’s a light orgasm but still, it takes your breath away. A growl leaves Wolverine’s lips as he fills you with his cum.

“I told you I will defeat you, little girl.” Logan pants into your neck.

“You didn’t defeat me…just fucked me real good. Give me, let’s say twenty minutes and we can try again.” You pant.

His eyes fixated on you he cocks a brow…”Sex or fighting?”

“I think…” You gasp as he starts snapping his hips forward. “…I’ll choose sex. But don’t get cocky I will still hurt you, Wolvie.”

—-

“I think we should look if they killed each other,” Scott says and Jean’s eyes widen.

“I don’t think this is necessary Scott.”

“Jean, she’s an Avenger. Do you believe they think it’s funny if Logan kills her?”

“Uh…let’s say they found an agreement to avoid killing each other.”

“In the training room?” Scott asks cocking a brow.

“I suggest we clean the whole room…with acid…”

“Acid…oh…really? Dammit, Wolverine.” Scott curses realizing what Jean tried to tell him.

“How do you know?”

“I’ve got my ways…”

—-

“Okay…round two wasn’t that bad…” You pant resting your head onto Logan’s sweaty chest.

“You could become an X-Men, you know.”

“I’m an Avenger, Logan.”

“I mean you could spend more time here…with me…”

“Wolverine, are you trying to ask me to be your girlfriend?”

“Pfff…no…but I like your naked ass.”

“Maybe I’ll come and visit you from time to time…I’m pretty fast with my abilities…”

“Then let’s use the time you will stay here wise…” Logan purrs.

“Bring it, punk…”

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Prompts 27-29 - Calum Scott - What I Miss Most lyrics included

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“Above all things, be kind.” The maddening words to the Dwarves were scrawled across the case of an absurd looking instrument next to the body of a woman they had found when finding a stream to bathe in. In pairs they kept watch over her until she woke an hour after the last had bathed and dinner was nearly done. Tall and clearly starved, half beaten and bloody herself she accepted Oin’s supervised aiding in inspecting her wounds in a bird bath to keep her from fully submerging in the frigid waters. A dunk of the top of her head had mint green curls exposed and wound up into a twitch inducing crooked braid laid by her hands with taped and badly bruised and scraped fingers.

She wouldn’t speak about what was done to her, but a glance at the road she had come from in search of food leading to her passing out here had her scooting closer to the burly albeit shorter group of men far too grumpy to be messed with. She wasn’t dangerous, not to their eyes, a gypsy or bard of some sort when the case was opened and the guitar inside was named. Clearly no danger and by her wounds none of the men would dare leave the young lass out here on her own. It was no trouble, no question at all about it, they would protect her, not knowing how truly absurd they would find their new companion to be.

With a wide grin she crept up to a dandelion on her knees muddying her torn black jeans and the front of her badly scuffed boots with a peanut in hand. Atop the flower a small field mouse froze only to sit open mouthed seeing her passing the nut to him. In its paws it clutched the nut and let out a giddy squeak of joy drawing huffs from Dwalin and Gloin while Thorin stood atop a rock staring at the map in his hands muttering, “Well, that´s just maddeningly unhelpful. Why are these things never clear?”

Bilbo neared his side and corrected the map in his hands earning a nod from Thorin who then turned to see his cousins watching the lass in the field. “What’s going on?”

Dwalin shrugged, “I have no idea, go ask them,”

Gloin, “Asked for a nut then crawled out there.”

Stepping around them Thorin crossed the distance between you and peered down at the mouse snacking away on the nut then looked to you in your upward glance in settling back on your knees, “Hi.”

Lowly he replied, “Hello. What are you doing?”

“Gloin complained he had too many peanuts left and I asked for one when the guys came to split them.”

“And you gave it to a mouse?”

“Well I can’t eat it. I’d blow up like a puffer fish.” Standing up his head tilted back and he sighed content to see the continued meals had finally helped in gaining some more firmness to her build under her still far from comfortably baggy shirt and jacket she’d had in her arrival. “Are we heading out?”

Thorin nodded his head to the side turning back to the group, “Not long now, just have to wait on the boys returning with the water skins.”

Fili crouched above the box he had pulled from the bag the pair had slipped from the pile curious to see more about the odd thing. Opening the lid his heart skipped at the broken hinge making the lid slide back Kili hastily secured so they could peek inside. The odd spiked cylinder secured under what looked like a comb, both badly tarnished and had the pair puzzled and Fili mumbled, “It’s broken.”

“Yes, I know it´s broken! Why it is broken?” Kili asked, “And what is all this metal?”

“I don´t know,”

Shifting the box again Kili asked, “Why is uncle Dwalin’s name on this?” tapping the runes on the tarnished plaque on the front in the middle of a thunderstorm design etched into the dark wood.

A distant call from the camp had the pair closing the box they put back in the lass’ bag they gathered up with all the water skins and set back next to the pile with more questions than they had half an hour prior.

Escaping the Trolls was nothing, only avoiding the northern strip of the Misty Mountains you had found yourselves stumbling literally into the goblin hoard Moria had become. How they survived the crowd of Goblins was a mystery, all the men remembered was her inhale to scream before their eyes rolled back and they dropped to the ground. All waking up curiously enough in the much cleaner now emptied Dwarf Kingdom, sitting up to find her stirring a pot of stew wile the ponies sat contently nibbling on the apples from the wagon of goods most likely stolen form the Elves in Lothlorien nearby.

Sideways glances at each silent shrug in response to what had happened only worsened matters of if you truly were dangerous behind that aloof smile and quiet demeanor with near to constant hums though irritating at first came to remind them of the happy things they hoped for when home was reached. Bringing the wagon with them the forest was reached and off skipping while the others had rested she went and clearly the Dwarves could hear her calling out to the Elves, “Hello?!”

Dwalin, “Pluto, get back here now.”

After a sigh she called out, “We found one of your wagons! We’re leaving but we brought it back for you. Ok, bye now! I like your trees!” Trotting off again when she reached the Dwarves she received raised brows and curious glances.

Dwalin, “I like your trees?”

“Well you can’t see much else.”

Chuckling to himself Thorin said, “The rains have cleared, come now before you have us surrounded.”

“Oh I doubt they’d do that.” Onto the ponies they all climbed with her hopping up on Gandalf’s abandoned horse while a mile above the Elf patrol watched on the branches above as the group left. Waiting until they were all gone and the wagon was inspected mostly in tact with only a tiny portion used including a smirk inducing promissory repayment note from the alleged Pluto in question that 28 apples had been taken for the ponies in the trek through Moria. All around it the Elves gathered and guided it back through the forest to show to their Lord explaining the letter from Rohan that the one they had left on their borders as per the usual agreement was not there.

Through the window Dwalin’s eyes caught a familiar flash of green and in the muffled wiggle of the window up the inch it would go through a faked cough attack from Nori Dwalin whispered to the young Lass, “Pluto, go to the Iron Hills, get Dain!” Up onto the ledge a stamp was passed to her along with a map from Gloin and down she hopped closing the window again. Through the city she crept using the mist and a slingshot Ori had loaned her a week prior to fire off stones to distract guards until a grin inducing barge was spotted.

Away from the barge a man strode using the shadowy cover from a walkway above to avoid the sprinkle of rain coming down and the men coming from another walkway she did not notice. Into the path of the hidden man she didn’t know she stood wide eyed at him until the other duo was in sight and she tugged the man into a brain numbing kiss with a firm grip on his jacket turning his body to use as cover. A low grumble came from the used man who panted for air at the end of the kiss while she confirmed the men were out of sight. A quick peck on his cheek later and she said, “Thank you, bye.” Rushing for the barge.

Blinking for a few moments he watched her back then whisper shouted, “Hey! Hey!” chasing after her as quietly as he could only to see her slide on the dock in a try to stop and fall right over the edge of the barge with a pained squeak. Leaning over it he said, “Hey! This is my barge!”

“Cool, up for some spare silver?”

Narrowly his eyes scanned over her and he bent to untie the barge then pointed at her, “You stay where I can see you, at the other end of the barge. No more kissing.”

A mock salute in her slide to the far end of the deck had his brows furrowing again in his guiding the barge out hoping this wouldn’t take long enough for his kids to become concerned. Silently she sat with her chin on the edge of the boat floating away from the city imprisoning her companions, a fact oblivious to the man who asked, “Is this what you do? Sneak into floating cities and then kiss strangers and try to steal their barges?”

Turning her head she replied as his eyes locked on her stunning mint green eyes, “Never been to a floating city before.”

“So that’s a yes to the kissing strangers and stealing barges?”

“No, you’re the first.”

“How flattering.” He replied sarcastically peering out into the mist. “Why my barge? Who are you running from?”

“Only barge I could find, and not running from but to.”

“Meaning?”

“Exactly what I said. Running to find someone.”

“And who might that be?”

“Someone named Dain.”

“Someone-, you don’t know who you’re running to?”

“Nope.”

“Then why?!”

“Because I need them to help my friends.”

“Uh huh. And who are your friends?”

“Doubt you would know them.”

“Try me.”

“How many Dwarves do you know?”

“None.”

“My point exactly.”

Turning forward again she watched the distant shore come into sight and a few feet from the shore he asked, “Are you certain in going off alone?”

“Yup.” With a nod She stood brushing down her forest green tunic held down with a vest Ori had knitted for her matching her scarf in magenta contrasting her black pants and jacket though not far from her oddly near burnt orange and brown boots the Dwarves had cobbled for her in Moria. Curls bounced around her body in her leap off the boat after tossing a pouch of coins at him, “Thank you!” Blinking at her he watched the continued race off into the foggy void then turned uncertain of what this odd night had brought into his life heading back home again hoping to get back without anyone else trying to steal his barge.

Three days of running and a half stumbling slide off a boulder brought her right into the path of the Dwarf she was trying to catch up to, “Hey!” Up onto her feet she popped and with a wide grin she said, “Hi, I have a message for a Dain, from King Thorin and his kin.”

Curiously the Dwarf looked her over saying, “Hand over your weapons.”

Glancing down she said, “Um, I got this,” in a reach into her jacket she brought out a slingshot she tried to hand over he curiously took wondering why anyone would come here without more than a slingshot and turned guiding her ahead of him back to the hidden front gates.

Nearly a mile of halls alter and into a kind of throne room she was led straight up to a fiery haired Dwarf with tusks in his mustache. All the eyes in the room looked over the odd woman in their midst who flashed him a wide smile, inhaling sharply the Dwarf spoke stating, “My guard tells me you were sent with a message for, a Dain, from King Thorin and his kin?”

“Yes.” She replied.

His brows inched up a moment in her silence and he asked, “What is the message?”

“Help.”

He blinked again, “Help?”

She nodded saying, “The Master of Laketown has taken them prisoner.” After a moment her smile dropped and she said, “Ooh, right, Dwalin said to give you this.” The seal was brought out and he looked it over before turning to shout orders in Khuzdul clearing the room most likely in search of weapons leaving her looking around and saying, “I’ll, wait here…” in a glance at the same guard left to watch her she said with a smile, “Hi, I’m Pluto, what’s your name?”

“Brunn,”

“Aww, I knew a Brunn once. Used to shovel down sunflowers like no other. Till he sneezed one out of his nose then he couldn’t look at them without shivering.”

A call from Dain broke the awkward silence after that, “Lass, we’ve a goat saddled for you.”

“Ah,” crossing the distance she asked, “How big is the goat? I’d hate to be too heavy for it.”

That made Dain look her over, “Lass, no offence, but I could sneeze you across the room.”

“That sounds like a painful sneeze.”

Blinking up at her he stepped back motioning to the goat staring at the odd woman in the middle of the sea of Dwarves, “Your goat. Just don’t kick him.”

“Oh, I would never kick him! Look at that face! Who could kick you?” She said stroking his snout in her move to the saddle she climbed up onto making sure to tuck up her legs with the stirrups to keep from dragging the ground and away from the goat’s legs.

The Master’s voice could be heard through the creaking board built prison the men could easily escape, but without their weapons the supposed allies they had made who had gotten them plastered and stole all their things while she had tried to catch up with them after being separated trying to find Bilbo who had gone missing on the edge of the forest days prior, she was now their only hope to escape and continue on to Erebor. “We cannot risk the beast waking.”

Lowly Dwalin growled out, “Come on Pluto.”

Thorin asked, “Was Bilbo with her?”

Dwalin shook his head, “No, but maybe she had stashed him somewhere.”

Nori, “Should have given her a weapon.”

Fili, “All I have is this useless boomerang.”

Dori, “That’s a stuck hinge.”

Fili, “Not if you’re desperate enough.”

Gloin, “Where did you get that?”

Fili’s lips pursed a moment shifting his right arm a bit out to his side, “Found it.” Making the elders’ brows furrow a moment before a loud horn sounded stirring smiles on the faces of the Dwarves.

The Master, “What is that?” Muffled voices sounded in the masses following the Master to inspect.

Dain’s voice called out echoing across the lake, “You have ten minutes to free our kin and their belongings or we’ll blast your little island off its stilts!”

Dwalin, “There she is!”

Dain leaned over asking, “Lass, which building were they in?”

Peering over the city she pointed, “That yellowish looking flower pot, under the balcony to the left of that.”

Dain nodded giving the order to load up one of the spike shooters she eyed before it’s firing off a giant spear that split open with spiraling tails that crashed through the roof of an empty store room, “FIVE MINUTES!”

“Bard! Bard!” Out of his house the frazzled half dressed man catching the coat his daughter tossed him to cover his long johns he tugged his trousers and boots on over he watched the group of Dwarves being loaded into his barge with piles of bags and things being dumped into that as well earning shouts from the Dwarves including yours.

“What is this?!” Bard shouted only to be shoved into the barge.

Master, “Get to rowing! Now!”

Barge turned rolling his eyes, “First the broad now this lot…” a hard shove and he guided the barge off towards the Dwarves in the distant shore.

“Ooh, hey, I know him.” Dain glanced at the woman pointing at the barge only to drop her hand looking Dain over, “The bargeman.”

Dain nodded and looked back again, “At least the cowards released them easily.”

“Well there’s not much city to defend. Looks like a tinder box.”

Dain, “I meant so we don’t wake Smaug.”

Her hand swatted and she said, “Ah, Durin’s Bane was tons more dangerous than that glorified pigeon could be.”

Dain’s eyes flinched wider as did the Dwarves behind them in his asking, “You faced Durin’s Bane?”

To which she nodded then turned waving at the Dwarves who waved at her.

Up to the shore the barge pulled and the fully restocked and armed Dwarves gathered their bags and hopped out nearing their relatives while Dwalin accepted the seal and map you offered. “Knew you could do it.”

“Not that hard,”

With a wave to the man on the barge his expression dropped and he said, “You stay there. You have your friend and I hope to never kiss you again.” Turning the barge on his path back.

Balin, “Who kissed him?”

“Bye Bargeman, thank you again!”

Bard, “Never again!”

Dwalin turned his head to look up at her seeing her flash him another grin as he asked, “Kiss?”

“I needed a distraction.”

Dwalin, “Distraction! You were meant to be fetching Dain! Not smooching with the boatman!”

“Barge, and it wasn’t a distraction for me, to keep me out of the sight of another pair of guys.”

Dwalin’s eyes narrowed and a loud roar had her head turn and slide off the saddle with a swing of her leg over the front of it. On her feet she walked in front of the goats while the Dwarves grouped up only for Kili to shout when she was a good twenty feet away, “Pluto!”

The gates were thrown open and between them Smaug stood releasing a roar in her continued path onwards watched by the Dwarves and Bard in his barge. The spear shooters were realigned to possibly hit Smaug and clambering across the field trying to take flight his golden eyes focused on her as she said to the group behind her, “Cover your ears.”

Curiously the Dwarves plugged their ears with their fingers deafly watching her inhale deeply then in a mild blurring of their vision a faint blood curtling scream from her at Smaug’s first flap of his wings they watched his body turning to stone then crumbling to dust when it hit the earth dropping their jaws. Echoes of the ringing lingered in the field and curiously in the sea of unaffected goats and boars until a miming to drop their hands had the cautious Dwarves approaching her. Dwalin, “You screamed?! That is how you cleared Moria and those trolls?”

With a nod she said, “Yup.” In a dramatic curtsy making Thorin roll his eyes she said, “Your Majesty. Welcome home.”

Dwalin came closer passing her the bags and guitar case of hers he had grabbed saying, “You are too much sometimes.”

“I know.” She replied in a giggle making him roll his eyes.

…

Into the mountain deep in the dark of the barren forges across the table chosen lit by the burning forges she had magically somehow lit the Dwarves did not want to know how she sat alone focusing on the dismantled mystery box. Hours prior the Dwarves had all gone to bed in the Royal Wing after passing on news that the Mountain was won. Soundly they slumbered while she snuck the box up to Dwalin’s room. Contently missed by his thunderous snores covering any minor fumbles while Thorin dreamed of his stone being discovered by his little love at sunrise in the bed next door.

Down the overlook she snuck singing to herself in crossing the open plain towards the forest in a teetering path across the uneven rocky ground.

It must have been a year since

I was thrown across an ocean far from home

Life is making no sense

Riding in between the highs and lows

Ooh when I wake in the morning I ooh

It's the first on my mind

In a skip she entered the forest and trailed the path coated with leaves and twigs and gnarling branches trying to snatch at her ankles. Miles and miles she skipped still singing the same song with eyes shifting over the forest to take in the sights around her. At a river blocking her path enchanted and untouchable up onto a gnarled root she hopped accepting she had reached the end of her path making her draw out her guitar.

Maybe what I miss most

It wasn't made of steel and stone

And maybe what I miss most

It wasn't born of skin and bone

Under the sun above the waves

Under three crowns when I'm far away

Maybe what I miss most

And maybe you'll never know

Maybe you'll never know

“Pluto!” Bilbo from his under tree hideaway from the spiders he had been taken by whispered and shot out from his dug hole and down the path following the noise glad to hear his friend had come for him, hopefully with a bag of food to share with him.

Life beyond the window

I'm jealous of the way that black bird flies

Free among the people

Those quarter million stories pass me by

Ooh lie awake in the moonlight I ooh

It's the last on my mind

Atop his Elk he Elf King froze as did the guards around him on his own round of patrols, all who turned to inspect the source of the song wondering how long the bard had been roaming through their forest to sing out for attention.

And maybe what I miss most

It wasn't made of steel and stone

And maybe what I miss most

It wasn't born of skin and bone

Under the sun above the waves

Under three crowns when I'm far away

Maybe what I miss most

And maybe you'll never know

I remember at the table

All those faces where did they go?

I imagine what it looks like

When I'm not there

I remember every summer

But now the years are just a number

There's no backwards

Time is faster with everything I've left behind oh

All at once hooves sounded and she still continued singing and strumming along keeping an eye out for Bilbo or any threats. Yet only falling leaves were seen for the longest time until around a tall curve of trees came a giant Elk with a blonde Elf atop it in dark green armored robe, pants and boots standing out by only his hair with brunette Elves similarly dressed on horses behind him. A final verse sounded out from her in hearing the nearing pants from the other direction.

But maybe what I miss most

It wasn't made of steel and stone

And maybe what I miss most

It wasn't born of skin and bone

'Cause under the sun above the waves

Under three crowns when I'm far away

Maybe what I miss most

In a single bound at her hand folding around the neck of her guitar silencing their strings that fell silent at the group of steeds landing on the other side of the river. Turning around to face her fully the steeds fanned out and the blonde bowed his head and looked her over as she smiled saying, “Hi. You haven’t seen a Hobbit, have you?”

Flatly he replied, “No. Have you lost your companions? I was not aware the Hobbits from Lothlorien were traveling here this early in the season or we would have escorted them personally.”

“There are Hobbits in Lothlorien? I didn’t see them when we passed through. And no, most of the Company is in Erebor, I am looking for our Burglar Hobbit Bilbo.”

For a moment his eyes narrowed, “Burglar Hobbit?”

A turn of her head later at the crunching of leaves and soft pants came to an end at Bilbo coming into view shouting out, “Pluto!” In a giggle she hopped down setting her guitar in the case that closed at the weight of it and she accepted his crashing hug, “I knew, oh it was awful!” he pulled back exhaling sharply, “Spiders! Like I’ve never seen! Massive, couldn’t even fit inside, well you haven’t seen my home yet, but, woah.” His head turned and he eyed the Elves, “Hello.”

The blonde again bowed his head to the Hobbit, “Hello. I take it you are this woman’s, Burglar, Hobbit?”

Bilbo wet his lips and nodded with his free hand fidgeting around the hilt of his dagger, “Well, yes. Are you lost as well?”

The blonde blinked and replied, “No. I live here.” Again he looked to her asking, “You stated your companions are in Erebor?”

“Yes.”

He looked the pair over again then stated after dismounting his Elk, “We will escort you to Greenwood for a proper meal and nights rest before escorting you both back to Erebor.”

Two of the brunettes took hold of the bags and case with one accepting Bilbo up behind him while the blonde lifted her up onto the saddle of his Elk then climbed up behind her. Around her his arms settled and his eyes flinched to her in her saying, “I’m Pluto. What’s your name?”

A bit stunned he replied, “Thranduil.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” she said in the Elk’s readying circle to bound back across the river again.

It didn’t take long until they were outside an endless wall around the palace with gates opened for the whole group luring curious stares from the Elves inside on the path to the stables. The pair were helped down and bags gathered for them to be led to the bathhouse and a dinner after with Thranduil and another Elf with blonde hair and eyes just a shade darker than his. Five helpings for the odd pair in a confusing conversation confirming they were among the Company of Dwarves who had passed through Lothlorien a few weeks past now owing Lord Celeborn a laughable 28 apples and off to the guest apartment chosen for the pair. Escorted by Thranduil to the door Bilbo hurried in and the stunned blonde stood wide eyed in the toe top hug from the mint haired woman now latched around his chest who released him saying, “Good night.” A quick bounce had a peck landing on his cheek and she stepped aside through the door saying, “Sleep tight,” closing the door behind herself.

Frozen for a moment the now blushing King inhaled sharply and turned to head down the hall passing the confused Tauriel asking, “My King, is everything alright?”

In a cracked whisper he replied, “I had assumed it was. Now, I am not certain of anything.” His response had her turning to watch him walk straight to the hall where his apartment was.

Sunrise came and rolling over in a waking snort Dwalin’s eyes cracked open only to widen seeing a polished wooden box with a plaque bearing his name on it. Hurriedly he went to light the fire again then brought the box over to the fire eyeing the storm design in awe before opening the box seeing the shimmering golden music rod inside. A timid crank later and a tear stirring lullaby from his Amad had his palm clasping across his mouth muffling his mournful sob having remembered losing her and their father in the fall of Erebor. Heavily through the door Balin bustled and froze seeing the box playing the tune blurring his vision with tears. Over to his brother’s side he went dropping heavily to share in the moment only to find nine more tunes trapped in the rod, including a traditional tune to be passed down for weddings and births for the matriarch of their line to perform as a blessing.

Sniffling together the pair eyed the card tucked under the band inside the lid, once propped up revealed a portrait of their family and the pair as children with matching mohawks. Inside the card read simply in their Gran’s runes,

‘For my precious Storm Cloud, marking the reach of the boulder phase for your sons, a marker of our past and future of the Longbeard clan. May mountains, boulders and steams always guard your dreams,

All my love,

Amad.’

Balin, “Where did you find this?”

Dwalin shook his head now seeing Balin’s name on the plaque on the right side of the box with their parents on the rim of the lid, “It was on my beside table.”

Out to the others it was taken and the young Princes gasped and Kili said, “So that’s what it was!”

Dwalin looked him over, “Pardon me? You’ve seen this?”

Fili nodded, “It was in Pluto’s bag. All busted and tarnished.”

Balin, “Pluto?”

Dain, “How would she have come into possession of this?”

Thorin rumbled in rubbing his hands over his face, “It is best not to ask when it comes to Pluto, less confusing.”

Breakfast was called for when the woman in question was missing, again. And not two hours later horns sounded at the front gates luring the Dwarves to the overlook.

Breakfast brought about the more subdued King, who kept stealing glances at the woman whose raised foot on her crossed legs kept tapping his own leg in an absent minded bop in listening to Legolas’ sharing of his aid in clearing another nest of spiders. Packed and ready to go she was again lifted onto the Elk with the trembling King climbing on behind her. A rather less than intimate ride over calmed him and also worried the King for how the Dwarves would react to seeing him unannounced.

Up to the overlook the group came and with a wave Pluto said, “Hey, found Bilbo and I made some new friends!”

Dwalin broke the silence calling out, “Let me guess, you kissed the Elf King.”

Behind you Thranduil called back, “Our intimacies are of no business of yours!”

Dwalin, “All the same, Pluto, where did you find that box?!”

“I fought off a goose for it.”

His brows inched up and Balin asked, “A goose?”

She nodded, “Yup, really angry one.”

Dwalin, “I hate to ask, where was the goose?”

“In the middle of this ice fortress guarded by fire snails.”

He nodded and muttered, “Of course.”

Thorin stole the moment of silence shouting, “Bilbo! You are well?”

Bilbo nodded, “Had to fight off some massive spiders and this one angry, angry toad but I named my sword! Sting!”

Thorin chuckled, “Incredible!” He looked to Thranduil again, “I take it you rescued him?”

Thranduil, “On the contrary, all of us found Miss Pluto roughly at the same time.”

Dwalin, “Then by all means, let’s let you in so you can share the tale.”

Thorin had already raced off towards the gates to help let Bilbo and her in. The Elves also were allowed in and down again the King helped his passenger down swallowing dryly at the chance for another intimate stolen moment only to release her a bit disappointed at the lack of anything in her being pulled away by the Dwarves. Though not an hour later another call to the gates came and into the sitting room where everyone was the bargeman and his children with a wagon holding everything in their life from the partially smoking floating city. A plea for shelter came with a pointed gaze at the green haired woman whose back was circled by the arm of the Elf King pulling her into his side at Bard’s statement, “I’m watching you!”

Making Thranduil say back, “Keep your eyes to yourself, mortal!”

Dwalin chuckled saying, “Ooh, I smell drama. This way boatman.”

Bard, “My name is Bard.”

Dwalin, “If you say so.” He said walking off.

To his back Bard snarked back following after him, “My Mother said so!”

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fuckingthefictional · 5 years

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Nice to meet you, Soulmate.

Derek Hale x reader.

Request: no

Warning: n/a

I had always wondered what it was like to meet your mate. Would it be like Scott and Allison when it was love at first sight. Instantaneous and full of a love that was so bold and strong and caused them both to act on impulse.

I often think about the little things. Like what they look like when they smile, or if they had little habits that they picked up during childhood.

But then the ‘what ifs’ kick in. What if I never find my made? What if they’ve already met the one for them? What if they don’t want to find me? What if I don’t even have one.

The last one would be false I suppose, I can hear the thoughts of my mate. They’re usually grumpy and frustrated, but that doesn’t matter to me. It’s my mate. Or at least that’s what I hope it is.

Let me tell you something, it’s one thing to have not found your mate. But it’s another when you’re not even in a pack and you had no friends. An Omega that’s all I am. A lone wolf. And if you didn’t know Omegas aren’t supposed to last long without a pack.

The past year or so had been full of more supernatural bullshit than Beacon Hills had seen in a long time. I was there protecting my fellow wolves from danger and harm- even if they didn’t know who their supposed ‘hero’ was. But regardless of that, here I am packing books away into my locker and try to keep a low profile.

If there was one thing I knew I was good at, it was being a wallflower. I noticed everything about everyone and yet always managed to stay out of the limelight. It was great. Lonely. But great.

The locker next to me slammed shut, making my body jump and my heartbeat spike up. The locker’s owner sent a confused and apologetic look my way, before walking off.

English. I used to love it- but now with the argent takeover in school. I hate it. Victoria Argent was a sneaky, stuckup piece of work. Who honestly made me anxious.

Although she’s sly, she’s clever and she knows it. The likelyhood of her finding out about my ‘condition’ was high. Especially with the full moon being around the corner.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t shifted before. I was born a werewolf- but being the runt I was abandoned. You had the shift locked down, even to the point of being able to shift into a full form (tail and all)

The problem with the full moon was my mate - or lack thereof. My instincts were constantly telling me that I needed to find my mate. Then everything would make sense. It’s as if my body was a magnet and it was being lead on a wild chase to find the other half.

“Miss Y/L/N!”

Shit. I was daydreaming again and not paying attention and the snake had caught you.

I raised my head up, putting myself fully in her gaze.

Act normal

“Yes Mrs Argent?” I replied sweetly, a sugar coated smile played on both of our lips.

“The answer Miss Y/L/N.”

Fuck

I racked my brain for any type of possible answer.

‘It’s about Lord of the Flies- what do each of the characters represent.’

The gruff voice was present again, but you could tell it was full of sympathy and genuineness.

‘Thank you

“The characters are split into 3 main areas: good, bad and middle ground. “ I racked my brain for the answer, “Ralph represents democracy and civilisation of society and the general utopia that Golding wants society to be. Piggy is the intellectual one, he’s out of the circle of stereotypes that a British boy should be, his worth isn’t noticed until the end of the book. Simon is the martyr and the only inherently good person- hence why he has religious imagery.” I sighed deeply, “Jack is the savagery that Golding knows is present in every person, Golding believed evil and impulsiveness is present in all our lives.”

An awkward silence fell over the room, I doubted anyone had ever heard me say that much in a single sentence.

‘You’re clever...I like that’

My cheeks burnt up in a rosy hue.

‘You’re being chatty today.’ I teased the person at the other end of the connection.

‘I can always go if that’s what you want.’

‘NO. Not what I meant!’

A deep chuckle resonated from the guy. Damn that was hot.

‘Thanks.’

My body froze up and I felt my hand smack itself on my forehead.

I can’t believe I said that.

I had a love hate relationship with coach, on one hand we had a no annoyance policy he stays out of my way I stay out of his and I get my work done. On the other hand, he was just plain erratic- you had sometimes questioned the possibility of a possession but eventually you had to cut it out. He was just batshit crazy.

“Y/L/N! Get your ass over here now!”

Speak of the devil and he’ll appear

Jogging over I braved myself for the conversation to come.

“Yes Coach?”

“You get free choice of the trail you want to run today. So pick one, get back to me and then set off.”

I wondered for a few seconds, how far I could stretch this. I had double Phys Ed.

“I’ve got my mind set on the beacon hills reserve, if that’s okay coach?”

A deep, gruelling sigh resonated for the teacher. “Ugh fine. I know you’ll come back, but if you don’t I’m sticking you next to Greenberg for the rest of your school career.”

With the permission granted I began my journey, I loved the freedom of running.

Granted it wasn’t in wolf form (and nothing could beat running in wolf form) but I still loved the sensation of the breeze on my skin and the cool air whipping through my hair.

I focused on the pounding of my shoes on the leaf covered ground, I had not a care in the world (which was rare) and I let my senses take me wherever they wanted.

I kept running for about 30 minutes, before stopping at a rather crispy looking wreck of a building. It was spectacular.

It was charred black and half of it was completely burnt down, the windows were gone and the frames only held the ghosts of the people who lived there before. It was a site of grief and a story of loss.

I didn’t know who lived here previously, but I felt myself sympathising with them massively. I knew what loss was like, and what it could do.

I also didn’t know what possessed me to take a deeper look into the wreck of the house, but my body worked on autopilot as it began to charge up the stairs.

“This is private property.”

Shit.

The man stood there was gorgeous, he had a well built body and his muscles pulled taunt through his jacket. His expression look angry and my adrenaline slowly drowned in a pool of pure anxiety.

“Shit indeed.”

My eyebrows rose into my hairline- shock coating my entire being, I swallowed “you’re him.” I pointed pathetically as he took a large step forward.

“The names Derek. Derek Hale. Nice to meet you soulmate.”

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hey bae<3 could you write a fic with peter where he’s having such a bad day, he’s super grumpy and the reader tries to help him but he gets super mad and says cruel things? i’m a sucker for drama, sorry!! love your blog btw

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You’d noticed that Peter had been acting down all day, he was your best friend and you were concerned for him. You decided to try and help him, only to get belittled by your so called “best friend.”

Warnings: Swearing, could possibly be triggering to some people, verbally abusive, plot twist ending yeet

Word Count: 3,472

A/N: So this was so much fun to write oh myyyyyy, the ending is my favorite hahha, I am willing to write a part two if people really want it. But yeah, enjoy :)))

Lately, you’d noticed your best friend Peter had become a bit distant, you’d see how tired he’d look when he came to school, how on edge he was all the time, even a few marks on his face from time to time.

You were concerned for your friend, but at the same time you were confused as to why he was shutting you out.

You’d noticed Ned had started becoming distant too, becoming closer with Peter and excluding you more.

Michelle had noticed this happening too, she too didn’t understand what was going on, but at the same time she didn’t really care, it didn’t involve her.

You walked over to your table at lunch, carrying the brown bag in your hand, as Michelle sat a few seats away like usual, her face in a book, however, you noticed Peter and Ned having an intense conversation, but the second they saw you, they stopped.

“Hey guys.” You smiled, but they didn’t return the smile, nor the friendly gesture.

You felt your heart break, what had you done that made them suddenly hate you so much?

“Is every thing okay?” You questioned hesitantly, looking between the two of them.

Ned and Peter glanced at you for a split second before looking at each other, letting out a sigh.

“Yeah, every thing is fine Y/N, just a rough day, that’s all.” Ned answered vaguely, as you nodded, clearly not convinced.

You couldn’t help but observe Peter, he looked tired, worn out, overall just miserable.

“Peter are you sure you’re alright?” You asked again, you didn’t believe that they were just fine you knew there was more than what they were letting on.

“Y/N, just let him be.” Ned pressed on, making you roll your eyes, a flash of anger going through them, making Ned shut up quickly.

“I don’t give a damn, I want to know what the hell is going on? Is that so bad?” You spoke angrily, watching as Ned shrunk in his seat as Peter just glared at the table, his anger finally peaking.

“You know what Y/N? You need to mind your own damn business, maybe if you did that more often you’d actually have friends! Maybe then we’d actually like to hangout with you more if you weren’t constantly trying to pry into our lives and figure us out all the time! It’s like you have no consideration for anyone but yourself!” Peter shouted, surprising not only himself, but Ned, Michelle and especially you.

Peter had never yelled at you before, especially not in front of everyone.

You sat there, wide eyed, unable to speak, your heart broken into a million pieces.

He did hate you.

You nodded slowly, tears brimming your eyes as you started packing up your lunch, no longer hungry and definitely no longer wanting to be around him.

“Sorry to have been such a burden to you.” You spat out, tears streaming down your cheeks as you stormed out of the cafeteria, throwing your lunch away as you left.

Peter sat there watching you leave, his heart breaking as you did, he knew he messed up, really bad.

“Dude what the actual hell was that!” Ned shouted, hitting Peter on the arm, making him wince.

“I don’t know! Ugh, I really don’t know.” Peter muttered, frustration clear in his voice.

Michelle on the other hand was watching every thing, although she never interfered with any of her table members, she felt this was a good time to break that.

“What you did was really fucked up Parker, she really cared for you, I hope you remember that.” Michelle commented, before grabbing her book and her apple, and exiting the table, leaving both of them in shock.

“Dude you’re so fucked.” Ned groaned, as Peter hit his head on the table, groaning out in frustration.

“I know, I don’t even know why I said what I did! It just came out without warning.” Peter sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Honestly Peter, I don’t know if you can fix this one, I don’t think Spider-Man himself can fix this.” Ned whispered the last part, making Peter sigh sadly, he knew Ned was right, you were never going to forgive him.

He didn’t know what had gotten into him the past few weeks, his job as Spider-Man had become a bit more stressful, therefore adding extra stress into his regular life, and then on top of that there was school, where he was pressured into doing well all the time, and he just couldn’t balance it out recently.

He’d been loosing hours of sleep fighting off criminals as Spider-Man, therefore making him more tired in class, unable to focus on the lessons.

Sometimes he’d come to school with a new cut or bruise from his mission the previous night, causing Ned to panic when he’d see him at his locker.

And then there was you, the sweetest person he knew, his best friend, the one person who wouldn’t even hurt a fly, the one person who genuinely cared about him, and now he pushed you away by going too far.

He thought pushing you away at first was the best to protect you from what he actually did, but as time went on it just got worse, he knew how bad he was hurting you, and it hurt him too, but he kept telling himself it was for the best.

But then Ned started to avoid you too, which made Peter angry, he wasn’t supposed to ditch you too, but Ned was also his best friend too, which made it even more difficult.

Peter and Ned had avoided you the best they could for two weeks, slowly getting out of your life, to keep you safe of course.

But you, you found it the total opposite.

And now your assumptions were proven correct, and you couldn’t feel any worse than you already did.

This time it was your turn to avoid both Peter and Ned, you did for weeks, refusing to talk to them, look at them, sit with them, basically anything that involved them, you find a way out of it.

If you were such a burden to their lives why be in it at all? Wasn’t that what they wanted anyways?

Peter did say you always tried to pry into their lives and figure everything out, and that you had no consideration for anyone but yourself, so you decided maybe he was right.

That’s why you decided to change, you weren’t going to be that person anymore.

Weeks turned to months, and you were still ignoring them, they did their best to try and talk to you, but it was no use.

You on the other hand became best friends with Michelle and Liz, who also helped give you a complete makeover.

You decided to become a better version of yourself, you dressed nicer, did your hair and even put on makeup, something you never once used to do.

This surprised everyone the day you walked into school with Liz and Michelle, nobody had ever seen you like this before, and you weren’t going to lie, you loved how much attention you were getting.

You noticed Peter and Ned, watching you with wide eyes, which made you smirk slightly, you got what you had wanted.

Peter and Ned on the other hand, got the exact opposite, they changed you, for the worst.

“Dude what the hell!” Ned whisper shouted, looking at his best friend with wide eyes.

“I don’t know Ned, I guess I really hurt her, and now she’s getting us back by becoming something she isn’t.” Peter sighed, leaning his head in his locker, groaning as Ned just stood there still stunned.

“She did look good though, you have to admit that.” Ned nudged Peter who’s head shot up quickly, hitting his head on the locker shelf.

“Ow,” He muttered, rubbing his head before slamming his locker shut, “And alright yeah, she does look good, I hadn’t seen her like that before.” Peter shrugged, adjusting his backpack straps.

The bell rang, and everyone started going to their classes, sadly for you, your first class was with Peter and Ned.

“Alright, good morning everyone!” Your teacher Mr. Scott smiled, as you all gave blank stares.

“I see everyone is tired, but this is chemistry and it’s going to blow your mind and wake you all up! So, to do that, I’m assigning you all in groups to work on a project.” Mr. Scott picked up his paper, scrolling down the list, while reading off names.

“Y/N, Peter, and Ned, you’re all one group.” Mr. Scott announced, making your eyes widen as you glanced over at the two of them, who were equally as stunned.

He then dismissed everyone to get to work, you slowly walked over to their table, throwing your stuff on the desk.

Peter and Ned watched you anxiously, unsure of what to say, or even what to do.

“So, uhm, what do you think we should make?” Ned broke the awkward silence, you gave a shrug in response, not looking at them as Peter kept his stare on you, his heart beating faster.

“Y/N, do you have any ideas?” Peter pressed on, making you roll your eyes before looking up at him, his eyes widening, this was the first time in months you both made eye contact.

“I think you should go to hell.” You smiled, grabbing your pencil before writing down chemical formulas.

Peter’s mouth dropped open, that was the last thing he’d expected to hear you say, he felt his heart break more, but there was also a bit where anger was slipping in.

“You know after months, I thought you would of cooled off already.” Peter muttered, making your head snap up, your eyes narrowing at the brunette boy in front of you.

“I’m sorry, let me see, last I checked my ex best friend was super nice, but then he suddenly abandoned me, and then his other friend, who was also my friend, abandoned me, and then I was told I wasn’t a considerate person, because all I care about is myself, which is ridiculous because I distinctively remember trying to care about you and see what was wrong.” You shook your head, laughing at how in denial he was. “God you’re such an asshole.” You spat, your blood boiling as you grabbed your backpack, storming out of the classroom, despite your teacher yelling at you.

“Dude what is wrong with you? Are you trying to make her hate you even more than she already does?” Ned scolded, shaking his head at his friend as he sat there stunned.

What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he just apologize for what he had done, now he just made it worse.

But that seemed to be the only thing he was good at doing lately.

Days passed since the incident in the classroom, you had told Liz and Michelle what had happened, they both were surprised Peter had the nerve to say that to you, but they were proud when you finally found the courage to stand up for yourself.

A few more days passed, you were at Liz’s house, having a movie night with her and Michelle, you started doing this so you would get over the other two who shall not be named.

“So Y/N, are you going to homecoming with anyone?” Liz questioned, popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth, Michelle also curious.

“I don’t know, I don’t really know that many people.” You admitted, shrugging your shoulders.

“Oh come on Y/N, basically the entire football team wants to take you!” Liz laughed, throwing popcorn at you as Michelle grinned.

“Oh hush.” You laughed, eating a piece of the popcorn that was thrown at you.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, you let out a groan, causing Liz and Michelle to look over at you.

“It’s my mom, I gotta go.” You sighed, giving a sad smile to your friends who begged you to stay, but eventually let you leave.

You started walking home, it was late, the sky was dark, sometimes you were nervous walking alone, but for some reason this time you weren’t.

That is until you felt some sticky substance connect to your shirt, and before you knew it you were flying across Queens.

“What the hell! Put me down!” You screeched, and thankfully the “kidnapper” put you down on a building rooftop.

“Oh great it’s you, Spider dude.” You muttered, trying to remove the web attached to you.

“That’ll dissolve in two hours.” Spider-Man spoke, making you roll your eyes.

“That’s just great!” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair annoyed.

“Any reason you decided to kidnap me?” You looked at the masked hero, who shifted awkwardly.

“Actually yes.” He sighed, slowly pulling the mask off his head, revealing the last person you ever expected.

“Peter?” You whispered, your eyes wide as Peter watched you nervously.

“I-I wanted to tell you Y/N, but my job, it’s just so dangerous, and I couldn’t afford to have anything to happen to you.” Peter rushed out, his hands shaking anxiously.

“Y-You lied to me! You made me feel like the shittiest person ever Peter!” You yelled, making him cringe at your words.

“You made me feel like you hated me.” You whispered the last part out, tears sliding down your cheeks.

“I thought that maybe if I made you hate me, it’d keep you safer.” Peter tried to explain, reaching out to you, but you backed away.

“You don’t get to touch me, you lied to me, you broke me.” You choked out, your body visibly shaking.

“I’m so so sorry Y/N.” Peter apologized, but you just laughed, making his blood turn cold.

“Did Ned know?” You questioned, watching him avoid your gaze, you nodded slowly, running your tongue over your lip, “Wow, so you trusted him, but not me.” You sniffed, anger taking over your emotions.

“I didn’t intend to tell him! He found out by accident!” Peter defended, making your shrug.

“Does it matter? He still knew Peter! Makes sense why he decided to leave me too.” You laughed bitterly, shaking your head at all the information you were receiving.

“Please Y/N, I’m sorry, please forgive me.” Peter pleaded, but you just shook your head.

“No Peter, I’m not going to forgive you, you put me through hell for months, and now you think it’s okay to just apologize and assume every thing will be back to normal.” You looked at him, tears stained on your cheeks as Peter looked at you desperately.

“It’s your turn to feel what I felt.” You looked around, noticing there was no way off the building.

“Get me down from here please.” You sighed, as Peter nodded sadly, wrapping his arm around you for what was probably the last time, as he swung you home.

He set you down on your fire escape, but before you could turn and go inside, he pulled you in for a tight hug.

You didn’t want to, but you slowly hugged him back, deep down you missed the brunette nerd, but at the moment you despised him with a burning passion.

“I will win you back.” He mumbled into your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before swinging off.

It had been weeks since you had last seen Peter, or as you should say “Spider-Man” which wasn’t a bad thing.

He was off doing who knows what, fighting whoever, while you were planning on who to go with for homecoming.

“So how’s project Y/N coming along?” Ned asked, spinning around in Peter’s chair.

“It’s not, it’s more how is she making me feel, and I feel like shit. She told me she was going to make me feel how she felt, and well, it’s working.” Peter groaned, tugging on his hair frustrated.

They both were silent for a moment before Peter’s head snapped up, something was wrong, his Spidey senses were tingling.

“I gotta go, be back soon!” Peter shouted, before going out his window to where he was being directed.

When he arrived to the scene, he was shocked, there was a group of people being held hostage by some random person in a costume.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt this,” He motioned to the hostages, “But you have to let them go.” He added, as the villain laughed.

“And why should I do that?” They fired back, the voice making his eyes widen a bit.

“Because, it’s me you want.” He shot back, his heart beating quicker, as the villain nodded slowly, releasing the hostages.

“Alright fine, have it your way.” The villain shrugged, catching Spider-Man off guard as they hit him in the stomach and face.

Spider-Man groaned, before getting back up, he knew that voice, but how did he know it?

“Who are you?” He asked, as the masked villain laughed, grinning through the mask.

“Your worst nightmare.” They responded, before hitting him again, making him groan in pain.

Then it all clicked, it was you, you were the new villain he had been fighting for the past few weeks, and he just now realized it.

“Karma is a bitch Peter.” You laughed, before disappearing into the darkness, Peter standing there stunned.

He quickly swung home, scaring Ned as Peter flung his mask off, pacing around the room.

“Dude calm down, what happened?” Ned questioned, watching his best friend pace back and forth.

“You know the new villain I was telling you about?” Peter rushed out quickly as Ned nodded in response.

“I just found out who it is.” Peter breathed out, his face flushed as Ned waited anxiously.

“It’s Y/N.”

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NOTES: Time to move forward with the plot. I know it probably seemed like there was barely any plot, just fluff-fodder, but I swear I was building to this all along! Really!

"You seem a little distracted."

Looking up from my bongos, I blinked at Steph for a few seconds. "Was I not playing my part? I thought it sounded… like the song. Y'know."

"It's not that. You just aren't focused." Putting down her zither, she picked up her aloe drink and chugged it for a minute. I tried not to make a face of pure disgust. "Like, I can sense it even though you're playing fine, if that makes sense."

"What, with my chakras or some shit?" But again, she was impervious to my acidity. "Fine. But I don't wanna talk about it."

"You and Knives?"

"Don't wanna talk about it."

"How's that going?"

Sighing, I ran my hand down my face and gritted my teeth against my irritation. I knew by now that yelling at Steph to shut the fuck up and leave me alone made little difference. But to be honest, I was in a good enough place with Knives that I wasn't even that irritated.

"Nice. Now, can we get back to practice?"

"I thought you were worried about, like… the lesbian thing."

"Not really. Just…" Should I tell her about Knives? It didn't seem right, for reasons previously stated; that was Knives' information to share as she saw fit. Maybe she wouldn't care, but maybe she would. You never can tell how people will react; I couldn't even tell how I would react before I was told. I decided it was easier, safer, to maintain my vow of silence. "I dunno. It's good. She's really…" I ran out of words.

"Good? Nice?" My grumpy face turned grumpier. "It's okay, I just like seeing you doing better."

"Better than what?"

Another of her usual casual shrugs. "Before."

"Fine." Then I threw my bongos aside and stood, glaring at my current bandmate. "She's great. She's completely changing how I see life. Everything is perfect, especially her. Birds suddenly appear every time that she's near, alright? Fuck."

"Saying that in a sarcastic tone doesn't necessarily mean that it's not true." But I ignored her and went off to pee.

While I was in there, I came to a sudden realisation. Knives wasn't just a girl, wasn't just my girlfriend. Wasn't just a trans girl, either, whatever that meant; I was still kind of working my way through that along with the 'girlfriend' part. It hit me that she was just about every letter in the ever-expanding LGBTQIPA acronym, if you looked at it all in certain ways. Lesbian, for dating me. Gay, for being a person with a dick who didn't mind dating people with dicks — and I know it's not the same, but the sex would be. Bi, for dating me and Scott. The "T" is obvious. Queer because she's more than one letter, since that's kind of what that means as far as I can tell; it's the "gray area" checkbox. Maybe not the "I", since I'm fuzzy on that one, but if she was that would be cool, too. And as for the A…

Okay, so I did some reading at the library. I don't have internet at home, so I go there for email, to print resumes, boring crap like that. But I also have been doing a lot of research there lately. About Knives, about me… about all of this. Trying to wrap my head around a lot of new concepts that are still space alien type shit to me. And the "A" seems to stand for "asexual", which… I was starting to wonder if that was Knives. Or me, even, since I've gone without for a LONG fucking time and didn't really care until I connected with her. Maybe I do care more now. But she's fine if we don't bang, and thought humping my leg was good enough.

So like… I guess what I'm saying is, I'm trying to get comfortable with the idea that she might never want to have any sex. Or not a lot, or not for a while. Somewhere in there. If me literally getting naked in the kitchen — which, in Wallace's battle plans, sends the message that I'm dessert — didn't faze her, then maybe nothing would. And that's alright if it's what she wants. God will I be thirsty, but I'd rather just buy a new vibrator than ever make her uncomfortable again. It's the same shit in the end, right? If she was a normal- wait, no, wrong word. If she was a cis woman, then we'd be buying vibes, anyway. Acting all personally offended that she doesn't want to use a dick I didn't know existed a couple weeks ago to part my pussy lips doesn't seem like a wise use of my energy, does it?

Anyway, the point here is, I was realising that Knives Chau was all of those things, and she was also some kind of Chinese ninja, a college student, way too good at Mario Party, and an adorable little bean that could almost always find a way to stay positive. She was special in about a dozen ways. On top of being hot. And for whatever reason, she wanted to be with me.

Why would anyone like her settle for some failed musician, some misanthropic pessimist?

Someone who could come so close to hurting her just because of a little alcohol?

So when I came back out of the bathroom, I looked about as shaken as I did when I went in. I wasn't crying this time, thank God, but I was stumbling and distracted. Not long passed before Steph came over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder to hold me still.

"Kim… what's up? Seriously, this has to be more than just worrying about being gay."

"Not gay. Bi. Probably. I don't know." Then I cleared my throat. "I want to be… fuck, nevermind."

"Come on, Pine. Out with it."

Another minute of silence passed. I expected her to roll her eyes and walk away, annoyed at me for not responding. She didn't; she just fixed me with an expectant look. Finally, I blurted, "She deserves better than me."

"What?"

"I suck. Even when I'm trying, I'm pathetic. This girl is so…" I wasn't used to praising people. At all. "Good. She's everything that's good, Steph. And I'm everything that's not."

She was quiet for a moment, thinking, before she asked, "You're worried about disappointing her, aren't you?"

"Worried? No. That would imply that I thought it might not happen. It's a matter of when."

"Kim…"

"No, Steph. I'm a frigid bitch and… she should find someone else who knows how to have 'fun' like she wants. Who can do this right instead of blundering around in the dark. But how do you tell somebody they need to go the fuck away for their own good without making them feel like it's their fault instead? Because I can't hurt her. That's not allowed."

"Hey." Her face was full of pity, and I hated it, I wanted to deck her to the floor to keep that look from existing. Wanted to deck myself, but that's pretty hard to do. "You're not a bad person."

"Yes, I am."

"You are n-"

This time, I did push her away, backing toward the front door. My heart was pounding a million times a minute, and I wanted to scream a million things, but they were mostly at myself and she didn't deserve that headache.

"I'm gonna split. See you later."

She was trying to tell me something as I left, but I blocked it out, I ran. All I could see was the pity in her eyes, the pity in my girlfriend's when she saw how guilty I felt about Julie's aunt's. I wanted to drink to forget, but I couldn't let myself get that drunk ever again. What if next time, I did something worse? I'd be no better than the guys I had dumped who got too handsy.

I'd be no better than the guys who dumped her for something she had no control over. Who didn't see just how great she was.

Halfway to the bus stop, I collapsed. Curled into a ball on the grass and cried, but it wasn't the same kind of cry. This was… something else. I don't know, but I wanted all the pain to end. Sure, I wanted to be better, but I didn't see a way to make that happen, so I just wanted it all to be over. For Knives to find someone who could treat her like a star, give her moonbeams in a jar, and to forget about that asshole she briefly thought was "cool".

Which all sounds way over the top and emo. I know. My brain couldn't quite process that I was in love with her and that was why I wanted to give her everything. Guess one of the shapes love can take is self-destruction.

~ o ~

Young Neil was the one who found me and brought me back to the Nordegraf home. He was walking home from the bus stop, so of course we would cross paths. When he first saw a statue curled up on the grass, he probably thought somebody had really fucking odd taste in lawn ornaments. But I mean, he hung around with Sex Bob-omb while we practiced for a long time; he recognised my face. Then somehow managed to drag me the couple of blocks back to her house from there.

Steph was still shocked when she saw me as a stone figure again, despite it being the second time. She called Stephen, who came over right away with one of those bottles of Soft. But this time…

"It didn't work."

That was all he could manage to say at first, eyes round and jaw agape. Steph and Neil had been pacing back and forth behind him, but once he said that she bent down and squinted at my face. "Shit."

"This… I don't know, why didn't it work? Wake up, wake up, wake UP!" He punctuated the last part by slapping my face, which I couldn't feel. "OW!"

"Don't be dumb!" Steph hissed, standing back from my perch on the couch. "What do we do?"

"No idea, but we can't leave her like this forever, right? I mean… look how upset she was, look at her eyes!"

Neil shrugged as they panicked. "Didn't you say this happened before?"

"It did, but we had Soft, and we got to her quicker," Steph told him, smoothing her hand over my hair. Just as unyielding as the rest of my body. "It was about two hours after she left here that you found her, I think…"

"Shit," Stephen breathed, hand pressed into his mouth. "This is a nightmare."

"We have to call Knives. I mean, she's really important to Kim now, we can't-"

"Knives?" Neil whispered, shocked out of his usual silence. "Oh…"

Both of them looked toward him, but it was Stephen who snapped, "What? This isn't as important as whatever your deal with her was, is that it?"

"N-nah, nevermind. Just call her." He sounded faintly embarrassed, but I couldn't see him from my vantage point so I didn't have the visuals to confirm that.

So they called Knives. Now I felt even worse than I did before. The whole reason I was a statue in the first place was because of my guilt over not being able to give Knives everything she deserved, and now here I was putting her through an even worse ordeal. Along with all of my friends. I used to really think that everyone else was the problem, that they all just sucked. But it was me. I'm the weakest link in the chain.

I heard some pleasantries exchanged at the door, quick ones due to the crisis. Once Knives got to the living room, she gasped and put a hand over her mouth.

"Yeah. We don't really have an idea of what else to do." Glancing over at Stephen, who only shook his head, Steph shrugged and went on, "You probably don't, either, but… we thought you should at least be here."

"Thanks for calling. God… my poor Kim…" She dropped to her knees next to the couch and caressed my face, and I would have given anything to actually be able to feel it. "And you said Soft didn't work? I have more…"

Stephen shook his head. "Don't know, but it really seems like it doesn't. We can try another bottle but I hate to waste it if this time we know it's not going to work…"

"Do we, though? Do we know it won't work?" Steph's hands were on her hips as she glanced between the two of them. "Seriously, I'll dump a dozen bottles on her head if it's going to do the job."

"No… I think I know what we need. Do you see that?" Her finger was pointing to my stomach, just barely revealed by my shirt riding up before it turned to stone along with the rest of me. "That's the key."

Everyone watched Knives stand up after that announcement. Including me, since I really didn't have any choice but to watch, given that my eyes were frozen open by concrete. After a few seconds, Neil hesitantly asked, "Um… what?"

"We need to go see my father."

To Be Continued…

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