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snowyquokka · 3 months

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Just (fucking) friends

fwb!chan x fem!reader

cw: HEAVY smut MDNI, dom!chan/sub!reader, hair pulling, choking (kinda), breeding kink, swearing, mirror sex, unprotected piv *dont be silly, wrap ur willy*, aftercare, uses of baby girl/angel/needy girl, shitty grammar (this isn’t an english essay)

uhh i think thats it

wc: 0.9k

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“Just friends, huh?” Chan murmurs as he wraps his hand in your hair before forcing your head back. You both had gone to a party where a guy was hitting on you. He saw you come in with Chan so he asked if you were dating. You said no, and that you guys were only friends. Chan decided that that was the last straw; he wanted you to call him yours. He just needed to fuck you good enough.

“All your friends fuck you like I do?” you shake your head as he begins sucking and biting your neck. “Use your words pretty girl.” “N-no. Nobody fucks me like you- shit.” You hiss when he bites a little harder than before. You feel his tongue run over the soon to be bruise in order to soothe some of the pain.

“Please,” you whine as Chan pulls back.

“Please what, y/n? You want me to touch you, hm?” he trails his fingers lightly down your stomach until he reaches your heat. “I’m waiting, baby girl. Tell me what you want.” Chan stops his hand right at the waistband of your leggings.

“Fuck, please Chan. I want you,” you plead. He grins cockily before leaning in to kiss you messily.

“Take your clothes off, I want to see your pretty body.” Hastily, you strip completely. He turns you around so you’re facing the mirror and rakes his eyes over every inch of you. No matter how many times he’s seen you, you always seem to mesmerize him.

One of Chan’s hands slides in between your legs while the other holds your hip steadily. “Color?” he whispers in your ear.

“Green,” you nod. With zero hesitation he spreads your lips and thrusts one finger into your cunt.

“Fuck baby, how are you always so tight?” Chan groans softly. You press your back into his chest and roll your hips slowly.

As you grind on his fingers you make sure that your ass rubs against Chan’s bulge earning a grunt from him.

“Ah ah ah, not yet my needy girl.” He stills your hips and adds another finger into your already soaked pussy.

After a third finger is added he can feel you clench around him. “You gonna come baby girl, hm? You’re lucky I’m feeling generous. Go ahead and come, I got you.” His words go straight to your core and you come on his fingers.

He makes eye-contact with you through the mirror and commands you to open your mouth. You obey, allowing Chan to stick his fingers in your mouth. “You taste so fucking sweet, don’t you angel?”

He pulls his shirt over his head and grabs a condom out of his pocket before sliding his pants and boxers down.

“Wait.” You turn to look at him and glance down at the foil in his hand. “No condom. I-“ you cut yourself off as embarrassment flows through you.

“You what, baby. C’mon. Say it,” he throws the condom on the counter.

“I want to feel you. Just you.” You’ve never done it raw with Chan in the 2 months you’ve been fucking. He sure as hell wanted to, but didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by asking. Hearing you request the exact thing he’s fantasized about makes his cock twitch.

“You sure?” you nod in response. “Alright angel, if that’s what you want. But I have a few rules.”

“Anything just please fuck me, Chan.”

“You’re gonna keep your eyes on yourself the entire time. No looking at me, I want you to see how pretty you look while I fuck you dumb. Can you do that for me?” he lines his tip up with your entrance.

With your confirmation he pushes into you harshly, giving you no time to adjust to his size. “Holy shit baby, you feel so good around my dick.” You gasp and instinctively close your eyes but quickly open them back up when Chan wraps his hand around your throat. He doesn’t apply any pressure but does it to warn you.

“Eyes open, baby. You look so fucking gorgeous right now.” He latches his mouth on the sweet spot on your neck as the sound of skin on skin echos throughout the room.

“Gonna mark you all over, baby. Wanna show people who the one filling your pretty little cunt up is.”

“Yes, please Channie. Show them I’m yours.” A low groan escapes from his chest and his thrusts grow sloppier. “Fuck- I’m gonna come.” you moan.

“You want me to fill you up baby girl? You want me to fuck my cum into you?” Chan grabs both of your hips and thrusts into you hard which unravels the knot in the pit of your stomach.

A few moments later Chan’s stuffing you with his seed, not letting any escape.

He leans his forehead against your shoulder blade while you both come down from your highs. He slowly pulls out and kisses your shoulder before moving to clean you up. He carries you into your room and places you gently on the bed so he can find you clothes.

You’re both settled into your bed, legs tangled with one another’s. Chan breaks the silence, “I don’t want to be ‘just your friend’ anymore.” You turn your head to look at him.

“I don’t want you to be just my friend.” You smile and plant a soft yet passionate kiss on his swollen lips.

“God, I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too.”

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crepe-of-wrath · 1 year

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Shouta Smutty Scarf Saturday

Warnings/Tags: 18+; LONG one shot; Aizawa x fem reader; binding cloth used in risqué ways (around the neck, as a gag); enthusiastically consented to CNC; but will not scratch the itch for anyone who is looking for rougher CNC; AU inspired by the Betten Court sketches where Aizawa never became a teacher; Deku's class are third-years; Reader is their homeroom teacher; kind of has a plot, with Comical Misunderstandings courtesy of members of 3-A; self-indulgent fantasizing even by the standards of my tumblr/this series

Aizawa Sketch by Vigilantes artist Betten Court (not depicted: my screams of sexual frustration)

It had been a very long day.

You just wanted to get home, shower, crash for a few hours without having to worry about being woken up for a teenaged life crisis, and rouse yourself early enough to catch your boyfriend as he came back from patrol so you could send him off to his own sweet dreams with a good fuck before you had to get back to the school.

You were on your usual shortcut out of the UA campus, following a makeshift path down a small rise, past a utility building. You heard something in the bushes. This was really not the time for a villain attack. Not that there was a good time for such an attack, but this would have been exceptionally bad timing. You opened your second pair of eyes to scope out the situation, blinking a few times to clear away any obstructions. (Yes, you were a teacher with literal eyes in the back of your head. Yes, you had heard all the jokes. Even that one. Especially that one.)

You didn't see anything, so you just kept on walking. Until you couldn't. Because you were suddenly all bound up. Instead of anger or fear, you felt excitement. There was only one person who could get one over on you that easily...

He seemed to appear out of nowhere. Your boyfriend, Aizawa Shouta, Eraser Head, scourge of the criminal underworld, the Night's King himself, held your fabric restraints in one hand while he twirled his goggles around a finger of the other.

You stood rooted in place until he tugged on the bindings, forcing you to follow him to the utility shed. He pressed you into the side of the shed face-first, loosening the bindings so they draped around you more than anything.

"Be a good girl and this will be fun for us both," he whispered in your ear, following up his command with a tiny nip of your lobe before adding, "I don't have long."

You batted your second set of eyes at him and tried to shimmy around so you could face him and grip his shoulders and back.

Shouta just laughed at you. "You think you're in control, little girl?" Ohhh, when his voice got that dark, that commanding, that borderline-sinister...

"If you want to be in control just say the word, sweetheart," he added quietly.

You shook your head no. "I'll be good," you said. "I want to be good."

"Then you'll be quiet while I fuck you," Aizawa said, as he turned his scarf into a makeshift gag. He hiked your dress up and tore your panties off. Your second eyes watched him stuff them into one of the pockets on his belt and you gasped through the gag. He pressed his body close to yours and you heard him start to unfasten his costume. You whined and pleaded with your second eyes.

"All right," he said softly, backing up so you could see him partially undressing himself. His thighs were so muscular and exuded power, just like the rest of him. You whined again when he left his boxer-briefs on, but this time he gently pressed you back against the shed placed one hand where your collarbone met your neck, and said, "I told you to be quiet." He gently squeezed the front of your neck a little and your legs almost buckled--this was your favorite, your absolute favorite thing--while his other hand moved between your legs.

"You don't want anyone to hear, do you? Or do you want to get caught?"

You made all manner of little noises and the scarf gag got a little wetter. The hand around your neck pulled down your dress bodice and began massaging your nipples through the lace of your bra.

"Fuck yes," Aizawa growled. "Look at what a mess you're becoming. Should drag you to a bed, tie you up, see if I can make you come just from playing with these." He grabbed your breast forcefully and your back arched--you really were on the verge, but Shouta clutched you until you were still. Very, very still. And, as you now realized, very, very wet.

"Ready, kitten?"

You nodded.

Shouta slowly pushed his length into you before he began to move with the sort of control only he could be capable of in such a situation.

"Look at me, beautiful. Please," he begged. You opened your second eyes and he was staring back at you with a tremendous amount of love. You grunted three times quickly, and Shouta took the gag out of your mouth.

"Love you so much, Shouta. Make me yours."

He was a powerful man and he poured all that power into relentlessly fucking you against the shed. It didn't take long for an all-encompassing orgasm to overtake you, and then him.

He kept you caged in against the wall as you both came down. You felt so protected. Part of you just wanted to sleep, but the way Shouta firmly placed his hand on your shoulder told you that wasn't how this was going to go.

Shouta kissed the back of your head. "We're not done."

"Hey, Bakugou, I think we may have a problem."

"The problem is that you are interrupting my studying, Shitty Hair!" Bakugou's hands began to pop a little bit, which caused Mina and Jirou to shoot a Silence! look in their direction. Bakugou's entire body flexed like he wanted to blow up, but he managed to spit out a "Sorry" instead.

Kirishima smiled at Bakugou for a second before getting stern. "I'm serious. I think [Name]-Sensei may be in trouble."

"Tch, [Name]-Sensei is a Pro." Kirishima noted that, despite this declaration, Bakugou hadn't returned to what he was studying.

"Bakugou, you were the one who noticed that, when [Name]-Sensei spends the night at her apartment, it takes her exactly 18 minutes from when she leaves the dorms to exit through the gate out there (he pointed at an exit clearly visible from the window). Well--she left forty minutes ago and I haven't seen her."

"Hmmmm...." Bakugou looked at his books, looked back at Kirishima, and then started to nod. "Yeah...let's go."

"What a cute little kitten you are, all tangled up." Aizawa's voice had moved somewhere beyond sinful, to some new vista of sexual charge that you didn't know existed. "I think you'd look so pretty with a little collar." He gently looped his scarf around your neck. "Hmmm, I'm right, it makes you look so pretty. I think I want to see you like this more often, baby."

You nodded your head 'Yes' and moaned, trying to use the wall of the utility shed to muffle the sounds. But, when Aizawa tightened your 'collar' just a little and began teasing your entrance again, it became clear no amount of trying to muffle things was going to help.

You felt like you were going to come again just from Shouta rubbing you and moving one, then two, fingers in and out of your pussy, but instead he sheathed himself inside you again. You made something that sounded like a wail, and you got louder and louder as Shouta moved inside you.

From some distance, you heard an out-of-place voice:

"[Name]-Sensei! It's OK! Bakugou and I are coming!"

Shouta stopped thrusting and froze. You flexed your body in frustration (Kirishima and Bakugou were extremely lucky that you'd had an orgasm already).

"It's a couple of the kids," you hissed.

The fog of lust that had been enveloping your brain quickly dissipated and the severity of your situation became clear. "What the hell are they doing here?"

He couldn't help himself: "I told you you needed to be quiet, baby."

Your second eyes flashed and you sputtered a bit before snapping at him. "Help me--take the fucking scarf off--your pants--this is a disaster--my life is over--"

Shouta tried to soothe you as he removed the scarf and tried to help you reassemble your outfit.

The boys' footsteps got louder. They were close to the rise. You could see the tops of their heads. Which meant they could probably see you.

"We're coming Sen--" Bakugou's voice cut off and you heard the sound of something falling to the ground.

"Fuck!" said Shouta, who was finishing fastening himself up. "That didn't sound good."

"Let's go," you replied.

You and Shouta were halfway up the rise when you made eye contact with...Kayama. Kirishima and Bakugou were slumbering at her feet, and she was grinning.

"I would never have guessed, [Name]." She also gave Aizawa quite a look. "But I approve." Shouta looked as embarrassed as you had ever seen him.

"Don't worry," she said. "They didn't really see anything. Just a flash of their Sensei and some figure dressed in black."

You both nodded.

Kayama motioned toward Bakugou. "I truly do hate to tear lovers apart, but I'd say we have about 10 minutes, so we'd better hurry."

You gave Shouta a hug and a chaste kiss. "I should probably just stay here tonight. See you tomorrow?"

He kept you close. "Next time let me pick where we do this, baby. I know places where I can have you to myself for as long as I want you."

Your face got hot and you whined as you tried to grind against him a little.

Kayama cleared her throat.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye for now, kitten," Shouta whispered in your ear before he gave you one last peck on the cheek.

You helped return the two boys to their rooms and then you and Kayama walked to the teachers' wing in dead silence except for bidding one another a good night. When she shut her door behind her, you could hear her peals of laughter through the wall.

The next morning, you could tell Kirishima wanted to say something. "Good morning, Kirishima. I hope you slept well." "I had the oddest dream, Sensei. Bakugou and I were about to save you from a villain attack and then...and then..."

"And then what?" snarled Bakugou.

"I woke up in my bed," replied Kirishima. "It was a much crazier dream than I'm making it sound."

Bakugou's face was unreadable.

The chimes sounded, and there was a gruff noise at the door. Shouta shuffled in and you were fairly certain that you stopped breathing for a moment before you remembered that he was here to talk to the class about CQC.

He stood next to you for a moment and you both stared out toward the kids. "Class," you began in a voice that seemed like it was coming from outside your body, "today, the covert special operations hero Eraser Head will be providing some specialized instruction in close quarters combat..."

As you talked, you couldn't help but note the absolute confusion in Kirishima and Bakugou's eyes.

It was going to be another long day.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa smut #aizawa shouta #bnha aizawa #aizawa x y/n

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heauxvibez · 2 months

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warning: none, just somethn' cute :)

Hello..

You shelter my soul You're my fire when I'm cold I want you to know

You had me at hello..

"Oh my," my breath hitched as he strolled into the room. The clothing he had chosen was so simple: a plain grey T-shirt and a pair of black sweats, but they clung to him so well, accentuating every muscle of his athletic frame. His hair was in a messy bun, slightly frizzed at the top, yet it added to his effortless charm. My heart still managed to skip a beat at the sight of him. It was odd enough that even in what seemed to be his most comfortable state, this man could still draw me in. I could only imagine what he looked like when he was well put together.

I couldn't help but notice the bright smile he wore on his face as he took a seat on the couch next to his cousins Josh and Jon. I mirrored him, softly smiling myself while looking away, trying to conceal the sudden rush of emotions.

My best friend, Desiree, and I sat on the bar stools at the island of Jon's kitchen. We nibbled on a shared bag of popcorn that she had thrown in the microwave for us before the food for our small gathering arrived. The warm buttery aroma filled the room, mingling with the excitement of the evening.

Desiree had met Jon a few months ago, drawn in by the wrestler. Their connection was palpable, Jon always invited her as his plus one to all of the WWE events. Their budding relationship had them attached at the hip.

Meanwhile, I found myself unintentionally becoming the third wheel in their dynamic duo. It wasn't by choice; Desiree often insisted on bringing me along, claiming it was the only way she could enjoy the company of her two favorite people. However, for me, it often felt like a form of torture.

Sometimes, Jon would invite his brother Josh to attempt to keep me company. However, our interactions weren't always smooth. Maybe it was Josh's smart-ass remarks or the constant smirk he wore, even when delivering jokes that fell flat. Whatever the reason, I couldn't shake the feeling of irritation whenever we were together. Gosh, I couldn't stand him.

"What's wrong?" Desiree asked, pushing a small piece of her hair behind her ear, she had noticed my sudden change in demeanor. I bit my bottom lip, subtly nodding my head in the direction of the beautiful stranger.

She followed my gaze, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

"Ohh...," she chuckled. "That's Joe."

"He's fine as hell," I admitted, stealing another glance in his direction. My acrylic nail found its way between my teeth, a telltale sign of my nervousness.

Raising her brow, Desiree popped a piece of popcorn in her mouth, thoroughly entertained by my reaction.

"You into Joe the giant?" she teased.

Blushing furiously, I brought my head down to stare at my French-tipped toes, feeling slightly called out. My shoulders lifted into a small shrug, unable to hide the fact that I resembled nothing short of a lovestruck teenager at that moment.

"You want me to call him over here?" My head shot up quickly.

The idea of that man coming over here seemed somewhat terrifying. He had such a commanding presence; it was almost intimidating even sharing this space with him.

"What? No!" I whispered loudly, almost choking on a popcorn kernel as my heart raced in panic.

"Girl, hush," Desiree shushed me, waving me off before boldly calling out, "Yo, Joey!"

His neck turned sharply, his gaze locking onto us before he playfully rolled his eyes. As he stood from the couch, a ripple of nerves shot through me, tingling my skin. He sauntered over, his movements oozing confidence, licking his lips in a gesture that my me hot.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, his arms flexed tantalizingly, drawing my eyes to the intricate patterns of the sleeve tattoo that adorned his skin. It was hypnotic, and despite my embarrassment, I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from him.

"I told you to stop calling me that," his voice was a rich baritone that took me by surprise. The combination of his rugged appearance and velvety voice had me at a loss of words.

They shared a fake angry glance before erupting into laughter, embracing each other in a side hug.

"How have you been, Joe? I haven't seen you since I kicked your ass in Uno," Desiree gloated, her competitive side taking over even in casual conversation. She had a knack for card games that bordered on uncanny, leaving most opponents, including myself, in the dust.

He chuckled, the sound resonating through the room and sending vibrations to my knees. Thankfully, I was already seated; otherwise, I would have found myself on the floor or on my knees.

"I wasn't ready that day. I was still suffering from a little bit of jet lag, but I'm ready now," he explained, his tone laced with playful defensiveness.

She shook her head, dismissing his excuse with a playful smirk. "Nah, you ain't ready for this work, Joey boy."

A small laugh escaped my lips as I watched their banter, but as Joe's gaze flickered to me, his lips curved into a small smile, and I felt a blush creeping up my brown cheeks.

"And who is the beautiful young lady?" he inquired, his eyes lingering on me with an intensity that almost made me shy away.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say a word, Desiree, ever the chatterbox, beat me to it.

"This is my beautiful, very single, amazing best friend, Evie. Bye!"

Before I could even muster a glare in her direction, she had already hopped off the stool, joining Jon and Josh on the couch, leaving Joe and me alone in a charged silence.

"Hi..." I whispered, my voice betraying me as I struggled to maintain composure under the penetration of his pretty brown eyes. Every inch of me felt submissive in his presence, any bit of confidence left evaporating like mist in the morning sun.

I hadn't known him for more than five minutes, yet his smile, his laugh, his voice — everything about him — had me melting on the inside. How was he doing this to me?

"Hello, Evie" he smiled, and as soon as he said that, I knew he had my heart.

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Something soft and sweet for my girls who love cute shit :)

Tags: @harmshake @southerngirl41 @spritelucozade @empressdede @alichesmi

#wwe #roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns fluff #roman reigns imagine #wwe fanfiction

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astro-pioneer · 4 months

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skipping class!

he couldn't help but not care about the rest of his classes after seeing how cute you were meeting him after his morning one. 『haitani ran』

"Hey, sweetheart." Ran's hand traced your shoulders, moving to cup the side of your head and placing a kiss on your temple. His classmates calmly went around you, too tired and used to this interaction to care about the male purposefully being in the way. Rindou scoffed from beside him, his eyes rolling before moving in front of him.

"That's so gross, can you not do that in front of the entrance?" He shifted the headphones that were sitting around his neck, giving you an acknowledgement of 'good morning' before his brain finally registered what you were wearing. "Why the fuck are you still in pajamas-" he checked his phone for the time to accurately finish his (unneeded) criticism, "-when it's already 9:30?"

Ran waved his hand in front of his brother's face, leaning some of his weight onto you. "Yeah, yeah, pumpkin. Anyway, have fun in our classes! Tell me what we learn later, alright?" His little finger wave was all his brother had to reply to, as Ran was already directing you back towards your apartment right outside campus.

You held your phone up, your local cafe's social media page opened. "Look, they added the drink you favoured to the main menu! They even sent me a message saying that we'd get a discount for a bit because everyone's been ordering the drink so much." He squeezed you closer to him as he planted another kiss on your temple.

"I'm assuming you want to go today— careful, wet stairs— while we buy the stuff we need? It's on the way." You allowed him to hold your phone in his pocket ("Why wouldn't I let you hold it? I have nothing to hide." A conversation that left him dumbfounded for a few days.) as you got closer to the bridge that connected the academic side of the campus to the residential.

The walk was a little longer compared to Ran's walk to his dorm, but he never minded. He gets to spend more time with you and without any awkward third wheels or friends around on days like this, so how could he complain. "Mmm, I want to but I don't know if I'll have enough for our usual this time. I forgot some things on our last shopping trip so I need to spend more."

He tutted, "You know I'd love more than anything to help you with stuff, right? Besides, sweetheart, I use half the stuff at your place anyway, so it's only natural for me to help. Also, don't worry about the cafe. I'm your boyfriend and would love more than anything to pay for it every time, no matter what you say." He made you laugh the rest of the way to the apartment, eyes only leaving your cute kissable adorable face whenever there was a crosswalk.

"Go get ready, sweetheart. Take your time. I'll be waiting down here." Your apartment had a loft, which was where you kept your clothes and usually got dressed (unless company was over). Ran liked it because he could see you from the couch when you didn't have the curtains pulled shut. He never watches you change in a sexual way despite what others would think. Adoration is constantly plastered on his face.

"I love you, sweetheart." You paused halfway in putting your shirt on, turning to look at him before a smile appeared on your face, saying it back before you resumed getting dressed. "Should we get something to eat, too? I know you want to go grocery shopping but I figured we could eat something small before then." He helped you choose between outerwear that would be both comfortable and match well.

"Alright, you ready?" He met you at the door, digging through his abandoned schoolbag that was next to yours for his keys and wallet, the matching door key sticking out from the two plain keys he had on the keyring. This time, you kissed him after he locked the door for you before he rewrapped his arm around you, heading to the cafe to finally start your day.

#✎ expedition #˖★ venus #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyorev x reader #haitani ran x reader #ran x reader #ran haitani x reader

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settphel-enthusiast · 6 months

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A moment of peace ―

Ezreal & Kayn one shot

― Cursing, smoking, 420, dissociation cw

― Mild angst

― 2.4k words

Mornings were always the hardest, especially before the sun was even up

Sitting up, Kayn's hand reached up, the ball of his sweaty palm rubbing into his cursed eye. His other locked onto the obnoxious glow of his clock;

3:42am..

Then there was a roll of his eye, at least it was dead silent at this time. No Yone, no K'sante, no Sett or Ezreal in his fucking ears.

Swinging one leg at a time out of bed, his palms found the edge of his bed, taking in a deep breath, anticipating the day.

Then he pushed himself up out of his thin sheets, heading straight for the bathroom, greeting himself in the mirror with an unimpressed gaze.

"They're going to notice," Rhaast, in his ears, with a hint of a nurturing nature in his tone.

"Don't tell me you're starting to care," Kayn scoffed, "I'm Kayn," he'd roll his eyes and lower his head, his left hand came down to the side of the sink, turning the water on with his right, "They won't see," he added, quieter, less cocky.

Both hands cupping some ice-cold water in the sink, he'd rub his face with it. His attention turned to his toothbrush; grabbing it with his left, his right reaching in the top drawer for his toothpaste; making a blob on the bristles, standing up-right and going as far as stretching his free arm above his head.

About five minutes of brushing, then, "P'tooy!" Spitting the toothpaste into the sink, proceeding with his usual routine of flossing, and lastly brushing his hair.

Kayn looked at the time again;

3:56am,

He brought his attention to the clothes he was going to swap into - a pair of patched up jeans a black undershirt with 'paranoia' on the back, and a hoodie over the top before his hands almost panicked while trying to find--

"There," cigarettes, lighter and his little baggie of weed, where'd he be without his stash? Who knew.

But, that baggie acquired a few joints and his pipe; all of which covered in marijuana-dust. Stuffing everything into the pockets of his hoodie, he left the apartment in a bit of a hurry.

Ezreal isn't the lightest sleeper, so all the commotion? Woke him up. Third morning in a row for this.

So as Kayn headed outside, finding that spot he always went to; underneath a bridge, where excess water from the rain would usually pour down. But during dry mornings like this? It was quiet and he could sit and smoke as much as he'd like.

Ezreal skipped his own morning routine; straight up brushing his teeth, then just making coffee.

His current clothes included some sweatpants and a tank top, and his slides of course.

Making two coffees, he'd pour a little caramel in his own, both with whole-milk, and Ezreal's with two extra sugars, because he's a sweetie like that.

4:02am,

Ezreal took his time getting out of the building, and he yawned, hugging the coffees close to his body in their mugs, heading down to find that edgelord, "Kayn?" Ezreal's voice was a bit groggy, ashy, still waking up.

He took his time looking around until-- Sniff-sniff. Weed.

A roll of his eyes and he back-tracked, taking that path they'd usually take together to find-- "There you are, asshole,"

Kayn wasn't paying attention, he sat with his knees up, his elbows on his knees, staring at the embers on the end of his joint, occasionally tapping to watch them fall -- really out of it.

"Helloooo? Fuck-wit?" Ezreal walked closer and sat down before his head tilted, getting in Kayn's line-of-sight,

The visual of the bright-green and that colorful expression seemed to bring Kayn back, acting as if he was just simply ignoring Ezreal, "You're really annoying, you know that?" A roll of Kayn's eyes,

"Yeah, but I don't care, I got you a coffee, thought you'd might need it for your mood-swings, bitch-boy," Ezreal snickered, proud of himself as he'd lean back against the wall, legs splayed out, handing over the coffee,

"Yeah," as if he went back to staring off in the distance.

"Kayn?" Ezreal knitted his brows, putting the coffee down, "Hey, dude, are you alright?" his voice picked up, a bit more concerned,

"What?!" Kayn hissed, "It's not his fault, don't get mad at him," Rhaast growled back at Kayn,

"Jeez-- Dude, look; coffee, drink," Ezreal's expression grew a bit.. Upset, but he leaned over and took the joint from Kayn,

"Alright, fine you oompa-loompa lookin' twink," there he was, there was that Kayn that Ezreal loved.

Kayn's hand reached for the cup, but Ezreal put his hand on top of Kayn's carefully,

"I know I give you a lot of shit, as you to me, but that's besides the point-- I'm here for you, you know that right? Regardless of.. Well," a cock of Ezreal's head; just a little to the side, his eyes fixating on Kayn's corrupted eye,

"Has it been harder? The spells I mean?" Ezreal shifted his body, so he could sit in front of Kayn,

He hated the word 'dissociating', it made him sound crazy, so they decided to settle on the term 'spells' instead.

"Yeah, but smoking helps, once I get that buzz," Kayn's response was a bit quiet, a little more emotion in his voice as Ezreal's hand came up to his knee, rubbing his thumb gently over the other's kneecap, in a way to help ground him,

"And.." Kayn continued, bringing that coffee cup to hide part of his face, "You help too," barely above a whisper, there was just a subtle hint of a blush across the apples of his cheeks; completely averting his eyes,

"Huh? What was that?" Ezreal leaned in, tilting his head, there was that iconic shit-eating grin he wore so well,

"Shut the fuck up, you heard me!" Kayn used his knee to shove Ezreal back, and Ezreal's laugh echoed through that tunnel,

"No-no! I want to hear you say it, look me in the eyes and tell me!" Ezreal sat back up, both hands grabbing Kayn's face, the other's joint resting between Ezreal's middle and ring finger. Ezreal, completely determined to get those same words out of Kayn; made sure that the other was looking at him directly in the eyes, cheeks squished up and everything!

"Let go--! Stop--!" Kayn tried protesting- pushing on Ezreal's arms, pushing his body away, which would only end up with two spilt coffees and them both falling to the side, Ezreal hitting his head on the floor, enough to bruise, but not enough to do any damage--

"Ow, ow!" Ezreal laughed, Kayn's chuckling followed, "You're such a bully!" Ezreal pouted, sitting with his legs crossed after he'd dust his hands off of the rocks and dirt from his hands.

"Me!? Fuck no, you're the bully!" Kayn leaned down, picking the joint off the ground, standing upright, sighing, rummaging his pockets for his lighter, whilst that joint sat comfortably between his lips,

"As if! Shut the fuck up, you're so annoying--!" Ezreal spoke, he tried to sound angry, but he couldn't help but smile; even while fetching that lighter from the ground, standing up to stand.. Rather close to Kayn,

Ezreal's hand came up to cup the side of Kayn's joint, and there was.. A tense silence between them at their comfortable closeness, Ezreal bit his bottom lip, flicking the light a few times until there was an ignition, holding the flame close to the end until there were visible embers at the end.

Kayn stood, almost awkwardly in place; unsure what to do with his hands, they'd hover just.. Barely at Ezreal's elbows, his fingertips grazing the fabric of his sweatshirt, however, his eyes seemed to focus closely on Ezreal, the way he was concentrating so hard, making sure it worked,

"Uh.. Take a puff, moron," Ezreal's voice barely above a whisper, but Kayn seemed entranced,

"Give it to me," taking the joint from Kayn's lips,

"Hey!" Kayn protested,

"Well, you're not going to do it, so," Ezreal justified himself, putting the joint between his lips to take a few puffs, making sure that it would stay ignited.

Ezreal turned his head, blowing the smoke away, then handing the joint back, keeping his eyes averted, finding literally anything else to look at.

"You spilt our coffee," his tone so matter-of-fact,

"I did!? You started it, dipshit," he took a puff and sat back down with Ezreal following the same motion; but this time sitting beside Kayn,

A huff of a sigh came out of Ezreal's lips, laying his head on Kayn's shoulder with a yawn,

"Tired already?" Kayn simply teased, taking one more hit,

"Gee, I wonder why," Ezreal rolled his eyes, "Fuck, it's cold out here,"

"You don't have to be here, we can go back," Kayn lowered the joint,

"Yeah..- Wait, we? You'll come with?" Ezreal perked up, much like an excited dog,

"Sure, if it'll shut you up," the corners of his lips curled up into a smirk of his own,

"It'll shut you up," Ezreal's tone matching the same energy, with a smirk of his own.

They both got up, roughly the same time, although; Ezreal took a hold Kayn's arm, using his weight to hold himself up as he'd lean down and grab both cups; poured out with a little chip in their lip from crashing.

The journey back was.. Quiet, but Ezreal didn't seem to let go of Kayn's arm, slowly falling asleep where he was walking,

Although, Kayn kept the other close -- making sure his dumbass wouldn't walk into oncoming traffic.

Upon entering the building, Kayn hurriedly shoved the evidence of smoking in his pockets, taking in a few deep breaths and he'd relax himself, composing his anxious nature,

"You taken your meds this morning?" Ezreal's eyes lulled open for a moment, opening the door to the apartment,

"No," Kayn's voice quiet, pushing open the door, ushering Ezreal inside carefully, as if he'd hate to be caught.

"Don't forget to take them," Ezreal's head turned as he walked inside, a knit in his brow before walking off to one of the rooms.

Kayn rolled his eyes, "He's right you know, don't forget!" Rhaast in his ear again and he grumbled, "Shut up," he hissed, "You're gonna listen to him? Are you falling in loooove?!" Rhaast, making fun of Kayn would cackle in his head.

Of course he listened; he put the mugs in the sink and took his meds that were left out on the kitchen table, as a sort of reminder for himself.

After doing so, Kayn took off his shoes and went back to his room-- Ezreal already under his sheets, "What the fuck--" Kayn pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh,

"Whatever," but there was the slightest hint of a smile pulling his lips as he'd take his hoodie off, getting under those sheets as well;

Knowing full well he wouldn't be able to sleep until tonight, so he spent the rest of the morning with Ezreal's head on his shoulder, slowly growing closer and closer until their legs were tangled and Ezreal had Kayn's side completely wrapped in his body.

Although, the pressure was nice.. Kayn slowly fell asleep with his phone in his hand; head tilted all the way back.

There was a moment of peace.

Until the late morning rolled around; the two really slept in.

K'sante and Sett made breakfast together, Yone and Aphelios were already working on designs together.

Kayn, the first one to wake out of the two, looked up at the ceiling to see the light of the sun cascading onto his ceiling, a knit in his eyebrow -- he didn't recall ever falling asleep..

He looked down, finding Ezreal's head on his chest and their bodies entangled under the blankets. Of course, with these movements, Ezreal stirred awake,

Ezreal's mouth opened nice and wide for a big yawn, "Good morning, again," Ezreal's voice chimed out,

"Uh.. Morning," Kayn, unsure of the circumstances; still confused, did he really fall asleep?

Kayn hunched forward, checking his phone;

10:39am, "Shit--"

"What's wrong?" Ezreal sat up, hand on Kayn's back, his thumb rubbing just gently across the other's shoulder blade,

"No- Nothing," Kayn's head turned for but a moment to capture the concern in Ezreal's eyes, "I didn't think I'd fall asleep," a breathy, nervous laugh followed his voice,

"Well, sorry to say but ah.. You did, loser," Ezreal chuckled, patting Kayn on the back, "Hurry up, I'm sure breakfast has already gotten cold," Ezreal wasn't quick to leave the bed, struggling and fighting the blankets--

But with Kayn's assistance, he eventually found himself and got out, with Kayn following closely behind, Ezreal holding three of Kayn's fingers, even if it were lightly and for but a moment, before letting go once they both came into view of the rest of the group.

It hurt to separate from Ezreal, "Told you, you're falling in looove Kayn!" Rhaast teased, but Kayn seemed to ignore him, for the time being.

His heart was warm when viewing Ezreal in that bubbly energy, but would he ever bring it up? Hell to the no.

But, when Ezreal sat down on a stool; already beginning to chow down his pancakes,

Kayn found himself sitting next to him, watching, "Bro, do you ever stop eating?" Kayn teased,

"No!" Ezreal was like a black hole, consuming anything and everything and yet? He remained so fit, "Get fucked, loser," Ezreal spoke with his mouthful, flipping Kayn off with his non-forked hand.

Kayn chuckled, beginning to work on his own pancakes; his appetite.. Not really up to par, but, he still enjoyed the pancakes.

"You two need to get along," Sett stepped in, standing behind them; wrapping both of his burly biceps around their necks, bringing all three of their heads together,

"Or we'll do some team-building work together!" Sett's toothy grin could light up a room, even Ezreal had a laugh, "Nooo! Ew!" Ezreal shoved Sett off,

"Yeah, no thanks. I'd hate to be seen with that twinkie in public," Kayn scoffed, bringing another slice of pancake to his mouth, elbowing Sett in the chest,

but.. While Sett went to help clean up with K'sante, there was just some silence between them;

Ezreal getting a glimpse of Kayn every now and again, trying to hide his smile, even looked as though Kayn was trying to hide one of his own.

#league of legends #heartsteel #ezreal #kayn #ezkayn #moomiwrites

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krissneedsleep · 2 months

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Hanahaki (Long One) (Part 1)

Soap gets the flowers of red and then of blue. He informs Price and tells him to kill him as Soap doesn't want to confess or wait until 4th stage.

(Soap- Purple, Simon- Red, Gary- Blue, Makarov- green, Price- Pink, Kyle- Orange)

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Soap wakes up coughing for a while and it doesn't stop until it did. He looks at his hand and sees petals.

Scared to have the same as his birth mother he quickly got out of bed and ran to his bathroom. He turns on the lights and looks at the mirror.

His tattoos on his shoulder went up to his neck and sees no blood on his face. He looks at his hand. Red petals of roses.

' Simmy.' he thought. He placed the petals on the sink counter and turned the lights off and went to his desk and grabs his phone.

' Don' make me regret this, Vladimir .' he dialed a number and called it.

" Hello?" Came form the other side as they picked up.

" Dad. What can you tell me of mum before she got cured?" Soap asks his birth parent.

"Which one, Ivanka?" He asks.

"The flower one." He reluctantly told him.

" Why? Do you have a friend who has it or..? " He sounds concerned.

" I have it, dad." " Oh my. Ivan... There's 5 stages. And since you are serving in the military I strongly suggest you to tell your captain."

" Dad." " I know. I know. Your mother only told me after 3rd stage. She told me the first stage is when you only cough up the petals which lasts a month before 2nd stage and it's the same but with blood."

" ... And the 3rd?" "Third is where you couch up blood and closed flower heads, and when the flowers starts to grow in your lungs. I researched for 4th which is opened flower heads and blood while the flowers starts to grow on your skin."

Soap sits on his floor.

"The 5th is when you fall into a coma and die after 2 weeks." Soap's dad tells him. "Go inform your captain, Ivanka. Please?"

"Will do. Talk to ya soon." Soap said wanting to cry.

"Goodbye son. You can cry and then tell him." His dad says. " Hope the person is just like me when she confessed."

They both laugh a little. " Good thing you have added a bit more detail. Without it I'd be more scared."

"Who knows maybe she or he is just like me and didn't notice it, yet." Soap could hear the smile. " But at last. I'll talk to you later as I have a meeting soon."

The two of them hung up and Soap stood up. He put on a shirt and shorts, put his phone in his pocket and walked out of his room to go see Price.

He didn't care that it was 3 in the morning, he got Infront of his Captain's quarters and nocks on the door.

Grumbles could be heard as the captain is a light sleeper. The door opens enough to see the man in underwear.

"Soap? What the hell are ya doing here? It's 3 am!" Price tell him.

"Hav've problem." Soap tell him. "Important." He couldn't say more unless he wants to break down crying.

Price noticed it. " Wait here I'll go out on some clothes on and then we'll go to my office." And closed the door.

Soap could hear Nick in Price's room saying something along the lines of " where you going" and " come back to bed".

Price got out of his room and walked with Soap to his office.

Price opened the door and let Soap enter first before closing it.

"So? What's seems to be the problem, son?" Price asks.

"Hana'haki, Capt'n." Soap tells him. "I've got it."

Price shocked, looks at Soap, pits his hands on the side of the other's arms and looks a bit down on him (literally. Soap is short).

"And who knows other than me?" His face filled with worry. " And I'll get the paperwork for it filled."

Soap eyes started to get watery. " My birth fa'her. I called him when I found out today. " Voice broken as he wants to cry.

John took Johnny into his arms patting Johnny's back as he cries.

Foe a while they stay in the same position. Johnny raised his head as John let's go of him.

"Sit. Let's figure it out shall we ?" He says to the other.

Johnny sits down on the chair as John took the papers out and started writing the information.

' Hanahaki patient - John" Soap" Ivanka August MacTavish.

Age - 27

Flower(s) - red rose

Person of interest - Simmy. '

"Who's Simmy exactly?" Price asks, looking up from the paper.

"Someone I use to know." They both realize, that Johnny can't confess to his crush at all if they can't meet up. " Don't tell the team ?"

"I won't. Don't worry. Once you get to stage 4 I'll give you a suicidal mission. Alright?" John gave the other his iconic smile.

"Thanks capt. " "You're welcome, Johnny."

5: 30 am Ghost got to the kitchen of the place and sees Johnny with John and Nick.

Soap made a batch of coffee while Money Bags made tea for the Brits. Nick was just there to hangout.

"Morning Simon." Price spoke.

"Morning. Here' tea." Soap gave Simon his cuppa and Simon gladly accepted.

" Why are you lot awake at this time?" Simon asks after his first sip of tea.

"Nothing much. Soap woke me up to talk about something."

"Woke up because of Soap waking up Price." -Nik

"Canae sleep."

Simon nods as he listened. He went and grabbed a bowl and a box of cereal for breakfast.

"Gonna ma'e some pankaek for Garry, Kyl and miself. Anyone want?" Soap asks.

"I'd like some." Nick spoke up. Soap got a bowl and a pan.

Price walked out of the room with Ghost letting the two of them make some pannkooke(Estonian for pancakes).

At 6 am Gaz and Roach woke up and got to the kitchen to some Soap made pancakes.

Gaz was reluctant at first because Soap never made food before, to his knowledge. Roach, however, gladly took a plate full of 70 pancakes and some maple syrup with butter, sat down and devoured it.

When Roach didn't say anything bad about it and Nick took some, Gaz finally took some and ate it.

"Soap. Continue to make pancakes every morning from now on." Gaz tells the other.

"I alway do." Soap looks at Gaz. "How d'you no' notice the pankaeks tha' Roach has on his plate Evey mornin'?"

Gaz looks at him dumfounded. " You make pancakes every morning? And I get none!?"

"Aye. Now eat before Roach take's yours. "

"Ghost hide you got 7 on you." Soap informed over comms.

"Thanks Soap." Ghost replied. "I got an other one for ya."

"Shoot." Soap looks at where Price is. "Cap teach can at your left with two."

"D'you know why Americans are bad at chess?" Ghost spoke over comms.

"Why?" He looks back at Ghost. " Your clear."

"Because they got no towers."

Gaz and Price chuckles and Soap smiles. "Very funny."

"A little humour hurts no one, Johnny." Soap could hear Ghost's smile

Soap cut his comms off and chough up petals. This time red and blue. He turned his comms back on.

"Price, red and blue. Behind you."

"... Thanks. Ghost update." Price took down two guards.

"All quiet. Graves's shadows are nowhere to be heard or seen."

"Gaz?"

"Got two at back gate." Gaz replied. " Though their dead."

"Soap anything from Laswell?" Price got worried.

Soap coughed up more petals before answering " laws hadn't told me anything since the mission started."

Price got way more worried. " Hm. Ghost, Gaz go back to find Laswell and Roach. Soap Move with me."

"Yes captain." Came from the other three.

Ghost and Gaz got to the extraction point for Nick to grab them home.

Ghost and Gaz cut off their comms and went to find Laswell and Roach, hoping their base wasn't attacked.

"Soap. Update?" Price asks concerned.

"Changed rooftops. I can clearly see ya. Bug on left." Soap answered.

"The petals, Soap." Price killed the man.

"... Someone else. There's two of them." Soap sees a man approaching him. "Gotta move again." And so he did. Soap got his stuff and moved a few roofs away, killing a few.

He decided to be more near Money Bags than just stay on the high ground. (No no references!!)

"Dad?" He sees his father behind Price, holding a gun.

Price can hear Soap over comms ,and can see him in the 5th floor of the apartment Infront of him.

Soap calls his dad, the man behind him. He picked up the phone. " Do not kill him." Soap told him.

"Sorry Ivanka, but he's part of the enemy." Price heard over comms and behind him.

Roach took down one of many intruders in the info room as he was protecting Laswell and the shit they got.

"Ro-ach?" Laswell tried to talk but she got stabbed and was loosing a lot of blood.

"No, don't move or talk. You're injured." Roach took down the tenth man. He closed the door and blocked it with three chairs and a desk.

He ran to Laswell.

"Don't worry. I'm here, don't fall asleep Please."

"Me-medic k-kit." Laswell spoke. Roach ran to the medic kit and ran back. He opened it and searched through it.

Ghost sees around 10 men outside in the wrong uniform. "Gaz. Try to reach Laswell and Roach."

Gaz went on his comms, tried for a while as Ghost thought of a plan.

"Nothing. Only white noise." Gaz look at the lieutenant. "Must be blocking our signals."

"Hmm. We need a way in, look around, kill, find them and get out/ take back our base."

"Front gates are blocked. Back door is open." Gaz noticed. "We could go from back to front if we had more men and attack the front at the same time."

"... We also need a refill of ammo. Here's the plan." Ghost looks at Gaz. " We go from the back to the armoury while also finding Roach and Laswell then only them two. Okay?"

"Your the man. Let's go."

Roach felt like something was in his throat and wanted to come out. He took off his mask and coughed for a bit and said thing came out onto his hand and saw petals of purple and red.

"Laswell?" Roach looks at her. "Laswell!?" She wasn't moving. "Kate! No no nonononononononono! Kate wake up!" He takes her body in his arms. "Please... Don't leave me..." and started to cry.

Someone behind the door screaming before a bang and someone else tried to open the door.

"Shit it's blocked." Roach recognises the voice. "Ghost?"

"Gaz!?" Roach spoke up. "Ghost!?"

"Roach! Hey buddy!" Ghost replied. "Could ya help us?"

Roach looks at Laswell before answering. "Give me a moment!" He looks for a pulse and after finding one very faint he placed Laswell away from the door and attacked the pile by taking stuff off and putting them away.

The door opens and Roach hugs them both.

"Laswell!" Gaz broke off pf them to run to Laswell. "What happened?" Asked thinking she'd reply.

"Some guy stabbed her. We got here and I had to kill 10 of them as they wanted some files." Roach walks towards them. "Blocked the door so no one can kill us and steal our stuff." Ghost closes the door. "Her pulse is faint."

"That's bad." Gaz says. "I could do an imitate small surgery."

"Do so. I'll go grab the other med-kit." Ghost replied. "Roach. Door."

Roach went on and blocked the door again.

"Laws, stay awake. Please." Gaz took Ghost's knife and cut her shirt that covered the wound. "Blood type?"

Roach took Laswell's arm and looks for the medical tag. "O positive(?)."

"She'll need blood transfusion." Gaz says. "Any of you o positive?" Ghost shakes his head, no.

Roach went to a dead solder. "Dose cold work?" He asks.

"I guess? I hope so with what your thinking." Gaz replied while Roach searched the solders.

"O positive!" He dragged the man to them and Gaz started to do a transfusion after checking the dead man's tags of anything.

"You kill him, I'll kill you." Soap told the man behind Price's back.

"Oh Ivanka. You are better than these humans." Makarov turns the safety off. "Come with me instead."

Soap hung the phone back. He went away from the window, got to the stairs and got out of the building, Gun pointed at Makarov's back.

"Price, take your gun out." Soap told him now near them both.

Makarov raises his hands and dropped his gun while Price took his out and grabs the fallen weapon.

to be continued

Where I got it from:

#john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gary sanderson #gary roach sanderson #john price #cod ghost #cod au #ghostroach #ghostsoap #ghostsoaproach #soaproach #soapghostroach #kate laswell #vladimir makarov

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abiiors · 11 months

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i have been thinking SO MUCH lately about ross taking his little family to the zoo! he's got a backpack on with sunscreen and waterbottles inside, he's patiently reading the fact files aloud to the kids (and adding his own info too lol), he's carrying them around if they get sleepy... just very cute wholesome vibes <3

baby april is on ross’ shoulders. she’s three, extremely curious about anything and everything and ever since she’s started watching pingu (much to her dad’s delight) she has been dying to actually see penguins. and other animals.

she’s already asked a dozen questions today. “daddy, can i touch the giraffe?” being the latest one. except she can’t really say her r’s yet, so it just vaguely sounds like “giaff”. ross is so wrapped around his daughter's little finger that he would have said yes to almost anything if you hadn’t intervened.

if baby april sat on his shoulders is cute, then little baby may strapped to your chest is downright adorable. she’s only a few months old. already asleep after being thoroughly unimpressed by the meerkats before. but you let her be because it’s not like she’s going to remember any of this. instead, you focus on april and her questions.

dad and daughter are in matching cargo pants; hers are tiny, both her tiny pockets stuffed with some cool rocks she found earlier. he, on the other hand, is fully in dad-mode. one pocket holds a small tube of sunscreen, the other for his phone and wallet. the third, just above his knee is for all the cool rocks that didn’t fit in april’s pockets. the fourth is for snacks in case she gets peckish. on top of that, he has a backpack with water, more snacks, baby essentials for may, an extra set of clothes for april and her books.

april taps you on your head. “can we go see pingu, mummy?”

you can’t help but coo at her sweet little questions. “pingu is in the last section, baby,” you tell her patiently, “do you want to see the bunnies first?”

“pffft,” she blows air out of her mouth and rolls her eyes. she might be ross’ baby through and through but that part is completely you. “i’ve seen bunnies!”

she has, one of your friends has pet bunnies, so you can’t help but giggle at her reaction.

“your child,” ross teases and then bends down to kiss sleeping may on her head. “my sweet little sleepy baby,” he coos softly but she barely stirs.

“your child,” you retort, “look at her, she’s only here for the penguins!” at that he laughs, because he knows it’s true. then it’s decided really, there’s no point in doing the rounds if the only interested party is eager to see the penguins.

very early on, she has decided that she is not a fan of the lions. she even refused to believe you when you told her that they were related to cats. and now, as you and ross walk to the penguin section hand in hand, you giggle remembering her cute little gasp and the expression of disbelief that followed.

“it’s going to be a bit cold, darling,” ross warns as soon as you near the doors. “pingu likes the cold.”

“i knowwwww.” her tone is impatient. Such a little smartarse. ross places his hands on her legs and shakes her excitedly. excited as she is to see the penguins, you haven’t missed his goofy grin either.

“okay here we gooooo!” and then he practically makes a dash inside making april giggle.

as soon as the penguins come into view, april. is. mesmerised!!

they are not even particularly doing much; just lounging in the pool, moving leisurely. but she does not care.

“pingu! here!” she yells loudly much to the delight of the nearby crowd. their giggles only egg her on more until ross picks her off his shoulders and sets her down to press her face against the glass. she knows not to bang against it, you’ve told her it scares the animals and she’s a sweet little baby. still, she can’t help but jump up and down in place.

until eventually her little legs are tired. and even then she stays pressed up against the glass, watching them simply exist. for ten minutes, fifteen, until finally ross picks her back in his arms again and asks if she’s ready to go.

“your sister needs to eat, love,” he tells her and she nods along, a bit sleepy herself you notice.

you imagine the sunny day and the post-excitement is finally catching up with her. may is also stirring, waking up, and you don’t have much time until she starts sniffling.

all in all by the time you’re back to the car, april is asleep and may is awake. but you know when she wakes up she’s going to have a thousand more questions.

oh, and you and ross have a thousand photos to scroll through <3

#dad!ross #✉️#ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald x you #♡: ross blurbs

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britcision · 1 year

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A second WIP Wednesday in this chapter, but gods willing and the creek don’t rise we will not see a third! I’m just trying to see if I can squish both Harley and Constantine in at the end… and the answer is probably not 😔

But, that’s what next chapter is for! And for now y’all can enjoy an excerpt from the tail end of this one! All good things must come to an end

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Yeah This Might As Well Happen

As Harley followed Bruce out of the room, Sam’s phone began buzzing dramatically in her pocket. Abandoning her quest for the thermos, she pulled it out and glanced down.

Grinned wickedly. She’d been expecting this for a while now actually.

“Aw, look, my parents saw our selfies on Twitter,” she cooed sarcastically, Manson Party Voice making a brief return.

Danny scooted just a little away from the still buzzing phone.

“So are you gonna get that?” He asked as Alfred brought him a perfectly reheated plate. “What? Oh, thanks.”

Sam shrugged, hit speakerphone, and set it on the table. They’d posted those pictures pretty much solely for the incoming reaction.

“Hey mom, what’s up?” She said sweetly, still in her public facing voice.

Her mother did not sound nearly as composed.

“SAMANTHA. Where ARE you?! What are you wearing?! Where are your clothes and WHY, in the name of all that’s good, are you anywhere near HARLEY QUINN?! Have you been kidnapped?!”

Sam rolled her eyes hard enough that Tucker faked a fatal injury across the table. She flipped him off as Tim and Duke stifled laughs.

“Yes, mother, I have been kidnapped and just answered my phone completely normally. I’m at the Waynes’,” she added quickly, before her mother could jump to conclusions.

And gave her some new conclusions to jump to instead, but who cared. Still, something seemed to be sticking in her mom’s mind.

“With Harley Quinn?” She asked suspiciously after a moment’s silence.

Which, to be fair, was kind of a good point.

“Apparently she’s a family friend? Like Grandma and Ivy,” Sam added delicately, a vicious satisfaction rising through her.

She’d gotten to say her piece at the gala yesterday and had thought she was done, but. Well. Years of restriction and so on.

She was definitely still having fun winding her parents up.

Her mom’s sharp intake of breath was clearly audible even over the phone, and then the shouting started again.

“Samantha MANSON do not even THINK about going anywhere with that woman! You have responsibilities! School! Your work! We’re coming to pick you up RIGHT NOW, and… where are your CLOTHES?!”

Alfred cleared his throat from behind them, where he’d stayed from delivering Danny’s dinner. Sam half turned and he raised a brow, inclining his head slightly.

She scooted her chair out of the way to let him get closer to the phone, waving a hand.

“If I may interject,” Alfred said calmly, not a trace that anything was even slightly amiss, “the young lady’s clothes are in the dryer at present. They will be finished shortly.”

Another long silence. Her mom probably realizing that Sam had her on speaker. And that she would still be on speaker the next time she spoke.

Finally she choked out a terse, “thank you. I do hope she has been behaving herself. We will be there to pick you up in half an hour, Sammy, and we will Have Words.”

Which Sam kinda doubted, given where the hotel was and how long it had taken Danny and Bruce to get back, but time would tell.

At least they weren’t hiring a helicopter.

It sucked to have to leave, but she’d have needed to head out soon anyway. Her flight back to university would be leaving this evening, and at least this way she could hang out with the others until her parents arrived.

No reason not to needle them more though.

“Aw but mom, I’m having such a good time hanging out with Cass,” she sighed, switching from Party to Heartfelt Woe expertly.

Down beyond Steph, Cass stifled a giggle. It clearly sent Sam’s mom into another spiral of conflicting emotions; delight, hope, ecstasy, and ongoing horror at the presence of Harley.

Who, technically, was no longer present in the room, but telling her mom that would only make her feel better, so Sam wasn’t gonna bother.

Honestly, if she wanted to run away and be an ecoterrorist with Pamela Isley, she could just ask Grandma to text her. She didn’t need kidnapping.

Still, apparently the risk of a close contact with Poison Ivy outweighed her mom’s desire to see her cozy up with the Waynes.

It’d have been real sweet if it had been a worry for Sam’s health instead of a worry about what Sam would do to other peoples’ health. The lack of trust stung, truly.

“We’ll be there in half an hour, Sammy. Get your clothes back on and say thank you for having you,” her mom warned, tone sharp and clipped.

And then hung up the phone before anyone could argue, because while she never used to listen to Sam before, she did somehow still know her. Ah well.

Sam sighed, stuffing the phone back into her borrowed pocket.

“Guess my parole has ended. I’ve gotta get back for my next semester anyway, but you have my number?” She asked Steph, looking from her back to Cass.

Both women nodded enthusiastically, Steph sighing and slumping forward into the table.

“Do you really have to go? Harley probably won’t be done with Brucie by then, you’ll miss the best part!”

But in all honesty, Sam wasn’t too upset about that. She’d made her feelings perfectly clear via thermos, and if Jason wasn’t satisfied with Bruce’s real apology she could always come back.

So she shrugged, grinning.

“Guess it’s my turn to get the video recap once it’s all over. You guys’ll film it for me, right?” She asked, looking from Danny to Tucker.

Both of whom gave her a thumbs up.

“We should make a new group chat,” Tucker mused eagerly, already pulling his phone up, “one for all of us.”

“Then we’d know which galas you were coming to!” Steph agreed at once, her own phone magically appearing in hand.

Dick snickered, leaning back in his seat.

“Said like Steph’s ever let Bruce drag her to one against her will,” he teased and Steph flipped him off.

“Hey, if you’d had the good sense not to let him adopt you you wouldn’t have to do them either,” Steph told him primly. Dick rolled his eyes.

“I’m his ward, not adopted,” he argued mostly futilely, and Sam snickered.

“And still have to go apparently. Doesn’t the ward thing end once you’re a legal adult?” She asked innocently.

Dick gave her a deadpan stare.

“Ma’am, if you want to try and wrest an orphan from the hands of Bruce Wayne you be my fucking guest, I gave up years ago.”

Which, fair. Their rifts had been legendary enough to make the circuit. She toasted him with her phone and settled back.

“Point taken. If being a cop didn’t make him give you up nothing will,” she added slyly, and Dick mimed grievous injury, slumping forward onto the table as the others laughed.

Grinning her triumph, Sam turned back to Alfred.

“So if you just show me where the laundry room is I can grab my clothes?” She offered, trying yet again to be helpful.

Being from a rich family didn’t mean having no damn manners, no matter how often it looked like it.

The old man gave her another of his extremely arch expressions, an eyebrow rising as if to question her impertinence. He had to be fucking with her.

“I shall bring your clothes to the downstairs bathroom on this hall when they are done so that you may change, Miss Manson,” he said coolly.

She’d never heard anything like it.

It didn’t sound like he was upset or offended the way people usually did when their voices iced over that sharply. Just… not an ounce of wiggle room.

Not a sliver of a hint that anything he was saying would not happen exactly as he’d decreed it. He sounded more imperious than a king, and she’d seen those.

Sam kinda imagined that’d be what Clockwork would sound like if she ever met the guy.

Duke misinterpreted her decidedly impressed stare with a wry chuckle, apparently misinterpreting her expression.

Fair, since he couldn’t know she was comparing him to the living manifestation of Time.

Well. Ghostly manifestation. Same difference.

“Miss Manson’s probably the best you’ll get out of him,” Duke said almost apologetically, grinning. “It’s gonna be that or Miss Samantha.”

Which admittedly was enough to make her turn to face him, curiosity peaked.

“What do you mean?” She asked, glancing back up at Alfred.

She couldn’t read anything but serenity in his face, but mild amusement practically radiated off him. She’d have to ask Danny what he saw in his aura.

Dick took this one too, sitting back in his seat and grinning at her.

“Alfie’s serious about the whole “proper titles and full names” thing. I’ve been trying for almost twenty years to make him call me “Dick”, and I think he’d be slower to give that up than Bruce’d be to unadopt me,” he explained cheerfully, arm tossed over the back of his chair.

Alfred treated him to a slowly raised eyebrow too.

“As you say, Master Richard,” he agreed placidly and Sam pressed her lips together on a smile.

She didn’t have to turn around to know exactly what face Danny would be making. The last thing he needed was another scary old man full naming him.

And right on cue…

“Uh… can I specifically request Mister Fenton then?” Danny asked and sure enough when she turned, yup, he even had his hand in the air like a child.

Alfred treated him to that calm stare as well.

“May I ask why, Mister Daniel?” He asked, clearly prodding despite every line of both face and posture oozing nothing but polite respect.

Danny fully flinched, which was interesting. He barely reacted whenever Vlad said his name.

Sam adjusted her opinion of Alfred along a couple “scarier than Vlad” levels.

“I have name-related trauma from another billionaire who refuses to call me anything but that,” Danny admitted sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. “It’s a really not-fun association.”

“Vlad again?” Tim asked from across the table, sounding sympathetic.

Danny pulled a face at him, sort of grimacing more than a smile.

“Oh yeah. And let’s just say he also does it in super bad situations, so I’d be happier to just never hear it again.”

Sam peaked back over her shoulder at Alfred, wondering what he’d do with this news.

If Danny was gonna be a fixture in Jason’s life (and let’s be honest, he’d be a fixture in Jason’s bedroom by the end of the month), and Jason was a fixture in Alfred’s… they’d see more of each other.

Everyone knew Bruce had been basically raised by Alfred. If he was half as emotionally constipated…

But there was an actual human expression on the old man’s face now, and it looked a damn sight like shame. He cleared his throat, drawing their attention back to him.

“My apologies, Mister Fenton. Would you perhaps prefer Mister Danny?” He asked, which would have seemed completely innocuous on its own.

Dick slammed both fists into the table, making half the table burst into giggles.

“Fucking SERIOUSLY?! Is it just me! This is bullshit Alfie!” He declared dramatically.

Tim looked equally gobsmacked, jaw on the proverbial floor as he stared at Alfred, and even Steph looked put out and impressed.

Danny, deeply confused but relieved, stuck his tongue out at Dick.

“Hey, if you want another overly possessive and creepy billionaire determined to control your life you’re welcome to take him off my hands,” he declared smugly, and Sam snorted a laugh.

There was a decided devilry in young Damian’s face too, which vanished almost immediately after it appeared as the youngest spoke up.

“Honestly, Richard, you must admit that Danny’s situation is decidedly more grave than your own,” he said simply, a strong undercurrent of smugness under the words.

Tim threw both hands into the air so hard he almost tipped his chair over.

“Him too?! Come the fuck ON!” He proclaimed to the world at large as Duke snorted half a glass of water out of his nose in a choked laugh.

Tim gave him a hearty slap on the back that was probably supposed to help, the younger boy still wheezing and gasping for air, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge him.

There was clearly something of an inside joke going on, and it wasn’t exactly a complicated one.

Danny had already settled back in his seat, perfectly happy with the consternation he’d caused, and Sam joined him.

Watching the dramatics of the extended Wayne clan was even better at home than it had been at the gala. For a show this good, she’d have bought tickets.

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Damian will probably go straight back to last names, but even he has that secret Wayne ability to commit to the bit 😏

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esta-elavaris · 5 months

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Part Twelve [2,590 words] ~ James Norrington/OC

An AU of my completed, 400k+ word fanfic Catch the Wind [AO3], in which Elizabeth, not James, is the one to discover Theodora Byrne after she crash-lands into the world of Pirates of the Caribbean.

Page breaks by cafekitsune.

Also now on AO3 and FF.net.

Masterpost - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - *Part Twelve* [you're here!]

Tag list [let me know if you want to be added!]: @missfronkensteen @teawithshakespeare @dancerinthestorm

"I have a surprise for you."

Norrington looked aghast at her words, and Theo grinned, laughing and quickly continuing before he could get up and sprint back to the Interceptor. Or maybe just directly into the ocean. Whatever he continued to be the swiftest form of escape.

"You can relax, it's not for you. But you had a pretty big hand in it, so I wanted you to be the first to see it."

"The necklace?"

It could never be said that he wasn't shrewd. Or that she didn't have a way or making things painfully obvious, she supposed.

"The necklace," she confirmed, sifting through her skirts until she found the pockets sewn within.

"Wouldn't I be the third to see it, then? Behind Turner and yourself?"

"If I knew that you were going to be like this about it, you'd have been the twentieth."

"The twenty-first would've been too insulting?"

"Had to save a spot for Amelia."

"I shall keep the rest of my comments to myself, so I'm not catapulted further still down the list."

"Mm – any more snark and I'd have to put you square behind taking it to the cells in Fort Charles to show the folk there before I let you see it."

"In which case I would have to give permission – which I would only bestow if you allowed me to see the necklace, as recompense."

"I bow down to a skilled tactician," she said drily.

Of course, her deadpan humoured was dulled a bit by the smile on her face, but she couldn't help it. Who could have ever thought that the inscrutable James Norrington would ever be willing to sit and chat nonsense with her – unbegrudgingly, and with a smile on his face? It beggared belief. And she enjoyed it more than she should.

"It's not an exact replica. They're not so much twins as sisters, but I kind of like that," she explained, drawing the little cloth pouch from her skirts. "It'd be a bit to twee if we were cutting about in matching jewellery."

"Cutting about?"

"Yes, yes, she speaks like a weird little commoner, we know this."

"I was not mocking you," he said simply.

He looked tempted to add something else and she waited patiently for him to do so, but when he finally did, she had the feeling it wasn't what he originally intended to say.

"Must I beg, if I wish to see this necklace?"

"Is that an offer?"

"No," came his emphatic response.

Theo laughed, unwrapping it and then dangling it by the chain before him. The pendant was around the same size as her own, and shone just as brightly, but with small curling designs running along the edges of the shape. Will had explained the reasoning for this – something to do with imperfections in the only silver he'd been able to squirrel away for use, and how this disguised them. But they were very pretty, so she'd hardly been inclined to complain in the first place.

He looked at the necklace – truly looked at it, rather than just fixing his eyes in its general direction for a polite amount of time before he went on to rattle off some sort of canned, polite compliment. The action made Theo more nervous than she let on. Sure, she'd borrowed some of Elizabeth's jewellery here and there for social gatherings, but he'd spent his whole life surrounded by the fashions and the ways of this time. If something was up with the necklace, he'd see it immediately.

Once upon a time, she would have expected him to therefore voice it immediately, too. But now she honestly couldn't say whether she'd expect that from him or not – for he was kinder than she'd first realised. Even if he probably wouldn't thank her for pointing it out.

"It's a fine piece," he said, holding it up to the light and nodding with approval that appeared perfectly sincere. "I'm sure Miss Swann will be ecstatic."

"I hope she will be. It's just such a relief to finally be able to do something nice for her," she admitted, accepting the necklace back.

He cleared his throat, perhaps uncomfortable with the sincere tone their conversation was taking, then he hesitated for a moment before he spoke.

"You must know that neither of the Swanns would hold any expectation in that regard."

"Of course I do. That just makes it worse. If they begrudged what they gave me, I'd feel less bad about it."

"Ireland must be a strange land indeed," he snorted.

Although there was something in his tone that suggested he knew exactly what she meant.

"No," she sighed, only half-joking. "Just me."

Thankfully, he chose that moment to steer them into less choppy, awkward waters.

"I'm curious. You're well-read, and you mentioned missing your books from home. What do you ordinarily read?"

Had she not been trying to rein in a very mortifying bout of emotions, she might've realised how that had the potential to be a dangerous question – given the time discrepancy.

"Whatever I can get my hands on. It depends on my mood. History…"

By that, she meant salacious autobiographies of her favourite musicians.

"…Philosophy…"

That one, at least, he could take at face value.

"…Horror," she added.

"Horror?" he frowned.

Well. It looked like that hadn't been invented yet. Great. Although she shouldn't have really been surprised, she supposed – what book invented it? He'd been pretty generous in describing her as well-read, but she wasn't an expert on literature, nor educated on it enough to know when certain genres began or how. She could guess that horror began as gothic literature and morphed a bit, and it did seem a bit early even for that. Although she wasn't sure what signs she could look for. Amelia stomping about the town in Demonia platforms and black lipstick? Annoyingly, she'd probably be able to pull it off.

Alas, she'd dug herself into this hole now – so she might as well start making it hospitable.

"Horror – stories of…of ghosts, and the supernatural, and of people who do terrible things."

"It hardly sounds like the stuff of recreational reading."

"It makes sense, once you dig into it."

"By all means, explain it to me."

From anybody else, it might've felt condescending. Hell, from him it would have been condescending only a few weeks ago. But instead, as he spoke, he watched her with open curiosity – with expectation. Not because he was waiting for her to make an absolute tit out of herself, but because he genuinely expected that what she was about to say might be interesting. From James Norrington, that was damn high praise.

"It…it provides a safe avenue to explore those feelings," she cringed at how new-age faux-intellectual that sounded, especially to someone who had actually fought in battles out at sea, and quickly continued. "For someone who's never experienced real fear, or real danger, if they get really engrossed in a story full of those things, they experience that fear. Obviously to a far, far lesser extent, but it's something. It's better than nothing. I'm not saying a book'll turn them into some grizzled war veteran-"

"Like myself?" he asked drily.

"You're not grizzled," she snorted. "Reading horror is just…microdosing danger."

"Microdosing danger?"

Was she hallucinating, or was that an amused smile on his face? One that wasn't even grudging? God, she was at risk of swooning.

"Yeah, like-"

"I can guess your meaning well enough, even if I've never heard the phrasing before."

"Look at us, bridging the language barrier. You've a promising career in diplomacy ahead of you."

"By God, I hope not. If you'd been paying attention, you would have seen that my skill lies in conflict."

"So does diplomacy, really."

"Diplomats cannot utilise cannons in their work."

"Maybe you could be the first."

He rolled his eyes and she couldn't help but laugh fondly, wrenching them back to the topic at hand. There was only so much of her nonsense that he'd willingly tolerate before he excused himself, and she enjoyed his company.

"There's something thrilling about it, too. Scaring yourself when there isn't anything real to be scared of. Monsters, evil, the like. It can be exciting."

"Spoken like one who has never encountered monsters, nor evil," he said flatly.

"You don't know what I've seen."

She meant the words to be teasing – referring to what she knew lay ahead, perhaps, or maybe just the sight of her dad's brothers-in-arms hungover on a Sunday morning. James didn't laugh, which wasn't that surprising, but nor did he roll his eyes. Instead, he looked…well, not quite stricken, but suddenly very solemn indeed, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly for a moment before he forced his lips together. Bowing his head, he cleared his throat and then looked back at her again, very much the solemn Captain Norrington.

"You are right – I do not. My apologies."

Theo blinked in surprise. She'd gotten fairly decent, although far from infallible, when it came to gauging her daft little jokes here, but Norrington's sincere and solemn response caught her off guard. Not least because he watched her keenly now. Was there something she should be saying?

"Er…don't worry about it. I was only being silly."

He continued looking at her for a few long moments, and she couldn't help but feel like whatever he'd wished for her to say, that hadn't been it.

Governor Swann was holding a dinner party that evening – for the seniormost men in Port Royal who were about to make sail. It was a tradition that the Governor himself had founded shortly after arriving in Port Royal, ensuring that the men about to leave at least got one good meal in, as well as a bit of entertaining company, before they went off to see to their duty. Ordinarily, it was something James merely endured. Yes, he often found he enjoyed the evenings more than he expected to, but that lack of expectation seldom had anything to do with the company he would find there.

He'd more than earned his reputation of being a man of duty. Whatever minor gripes he had with how they extended to whispers that he had no sense of humour, or that he could find no joy in anything but duty, he could roll his eyes and brush off such comments. Not least because of the small amount of truth in them – for on the nights before he was due to leave Port Royal, he simply had no desire to spend the last of his time making small-talk in drawing rooms. No, he would much prefer to instead spend it making sure that everything was in order, including his thoughts, before he left.

This voyage would require no extensive preparations. It was more of a patrol than a real mission. A short journey through the surrounding waters, aimed at both ensuring those waters were safe, maintaining a tangible presence for any foul eyes who may be watching with malintent, and to stop their wits from dulling during extensive time inland.

Still, James found himself disgruntled at what lay ahead…and all because of a conversation he'd had with Governor Swann himself, that morning as they walked the battlements of Fort Charles.

"Elizabeth is ecstatic at the prospect of tonight – it's her first chance to show off her gift from Miss Byrne. I don't suppose you've seen it?"

"No," he lied. "I have not. What is it?"

If he told the truth of the matter, there ran a real risk of credit being attributed to him, and not Miss Byrne. He had no risk to detract from her victory. Not when he'd seen how jubilant it made her.

"A necklace – a pretty little trinket, to be sure. It won't be featured next to the Crown Jewels any time soon, but the sentimental value behind the piece far outshines those in the eyes of my daughter."

James chuckled. "I'm sure it does."

"Truth be told, I was worried about the influence our guest may have on her, but I've discovered those worries were all for naught. Miss Byrne has certainly brightened up her days considerably. Thick as thieves, those two."

"Good. I'm glad."

Worryingly, he found he even meant that. Mostly.

"You never know, perhaps Miss Byrne will find herself a suitor during one such evening as tonight."

Stilling, James blinked and looked up at the Governor. "A suitor?"

"Come, Captain," the Governor chuckled, misunderstanding his shock. "She has her eccentricities, but she's fair. Some may even profess to find her charming, in her way. If we cannot find her father, and if he does not find us, or if he cannot find us, God help him, we must…look to the future. She could do far worse for herself than a strapping young lieutenant. Although, I grant you, it would have to be one with good humour."

There were only two lieutenants who came to mind at all, and the latter part of Governor Swann's statement firmly ruled out Gillette from the running. Although he had to admit, it would make a good show to see Gillette trying to woo a woman such as Theodora Byrne. But Groves? The notion of Groves doing so filled him with less humour. And how could it not, he reasoned? They knew nothing of her background, nor how that background may impact whether she was eligible at all. That was the source of his discomfort. Nothing more.

The memory of the conversation had James' lips thinning. Hopefully Governor Swann had less of a stomach for matchmaking than his daughter did.

Ordinarily, this turn of events would have been a great help. Elizabeth could no longer fill her mind with misguided notions regarding himself and Theodora if Miss Byrne was occupied with the attentions of Groves, that much was true. It would have been an exceedingly neat little solution. One, he was sure, he would have personally encouraged – were it not for the extraneous factors.

And as for those extraneous factors, he was certain – truly certain – that he was getting somewhere. You don't know what I've seen. When they'd first met, she never would have admitted such a thing aloud to him. This camaraderie that had grown between them, that very same camaraderie that surprised him in how little he had to feign or resort to pretence in order to achieve it, and worried him in how natural and easy it felt, was working.

Was it wrong for him to find happiness in that? More than the mere satisfaction in achieving an important aim, but the true pleasure in having gained the confidence of a woman – a person – who had shown themselves to be truly decent, whatever her secrets? For he was good at sniffing out artifice and foul intentions, and while Theodora had some of the former about her, she had none of the latter. Today, he'd almost even slipped up and admitted that he liked her strange little idioms and turn of phrase, but he held himseld back. Thankfully. For that could very well be misread, and spook her. And when she did finally confide in him, as he was growing more and more hopeful that she would, he would in turn finally be able to help her.

The notion of Groves swooping in and courting her was just that. A mere notion. A passing possibility planted in his mind by an errant comment of Governor Swann's – a fleeting comment he probably now had no recollection of making, for it meant so little. It was not set in stone, and it only bothered James personally because he might undo the progress he was making here. That was all.

Yes. That was all.

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metaphorical-goblin · 1 year

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Narumitsu + Coffee

He set the cup down, styrofoam and squeaky, all too hard on the already-stained coffee table. Edgeworth twitched again, tightening his fingers around the case file until his knuckles whitened.

His hair, frayed and frazzled. Eyes sunken, and yet, in the same beat, wild and panicked.

His tongue darted out to wet his cracked lips as Phoenix’s gaze caught his own, and Miles wriggled out of the stare just as quickly, casting his eyes aside to the ring on the table, carefully carved by a sweating glass weeks prior.

“You should get some sleep,” the defense attorney finally announced. It almost hurt to break the silence, this tenderly crafted thing they had been skating around all evening.

And yet. A sling, an arrow, sending the wall crashing down. A tension of Oobleck, that ruddy cornstarch-water blend they made back in third grade that was a living contradiction in itself.

Too much tension, a quick and decisive attack, and the concoction would thicken up, absorb the blow like rubber. But gentle pressure, soft, blanketing pressure…

“You can take my bed,” he added, already lifting his recently-abandoned coffee cup to his lips and taking a swig of the lukewarm liquid. “I’ll probably just… sleep on the couch tonight.”

Miles’ eyes shifted again. “I… can’t. Not yet. We haven’t even figured out who the real criminal is, yet.”

His sword hit the metaphorical wall, and Phoenix slumped down into the couch once again, case file in one hand and coffee cup in the other. His headache made its presence known once again with the motion. He bit down the urge to hiss through the pain. Miles crossed and uncrossed his legs thrice over in the silence before finally settling, bringing his own file closer with an angry squint.

“You ever think about getting glasses?”

“You’re changing the subject,” the prosecutor retorted.

“And you’re still reviewing files.”

He buried his nose into his own papers, if only to avoid Miles’ stern gaze, already feeling it bore into his side as he took another drag from his cup.

“I really wish you wouldn’t drink coffee this late.”

Phoenix shrugged. “It’s only… what, 10:30? I’ve got a lot to review, you know that. I don’t have—“

“It’s two.”

He blinked. “Sorry?”

“Two. Well, two-thirteen. Technically.”

Bleary-eyed, the man tore his focus away from his file and directed it to the clock that was shaped like a sunrise on his wall.

Miles was right.

Probably.

Phoenix couldn’t see clearly enough to confirm, anyway.

“Oh.”

“Oh, indeed.”

“We have court in… eight hours.”

The prosecutor nodded.

Phoenix drained another cup (how many was that? He had lost count) and slapped his knees. “So at least three more hours of work before i really have to go to bed.”

Miles twitched, again. Slid his file to the table. “Wright—“

“But you should probably go ahead and go. Beauty rest, and all that.”

A breath passed between them as the clock ticked, ticked, ticked away.

“It’s… late,” Miles finally murmured. Something about the evening required a reverence of this variety, he believed.

Phoenix swallowed and refused to meet those eyes that threatened to fold him in half and tuck him away in his breast pocket, close to his beating heart that would surely lull him to sleep within a moment.

“I have a lot of work to do, Miles,” he whispered.

His hand hesitated, hovering just on the outskirts of cloth and skin and bone (and perhaps something deeper, something they could have shared in another universe). Miles quickly withdrew, almost afraid of burning himself.

Another beat. Another shot through Phoenix’s aching skull. Another refill on his coffee should be in order.

And just one more review of this evidence.

It had to be good evidence.

And then, fire and ice all at once, kissing against his wrist like manacles of silk, was Miles’ hand, real this time.

“Phoenix, you…”

He didn’t have the words, naturally. They were hard to find in this sanctuary of almost-silence.

But perhaps that gripped harder than words would have, his fingers lightly curled around his pulse point and his eyes that refused to break him down, still staring intently at the file clutched tight in his hand.

That awed silence.

Phoenix let it envelope him as he fell back against the couch, Miles’ grip never faltering. His thumb moved in tight circles against his skin, rubbing over freckles and old scars.

He hummed, a deep and punched sound, gesturing to his lap, the pillow he had just placed there.

The most tempting siren Phoenix had ever heard of. His head sunk down into that pillow like a stone thrown into the ocean, and Miles’ fingers curled up into the ripple of waves of his hair, spiked and drooping and dulled.

He kept circling, tracing those feather-light touches all across his scalp, humming a short note every other tick of that never-stopping analog.

Phoenix hadn’t reviewed all the evidence yet. He didn’t know where it all came from. He didn’t know if it was reputable.

(But he had. Thrice over, already. And had it approved by detectives and prosecutors alike.)

(And yet.)

Caffeine and terror clenched his heart, and his fists clenched in time as he dry-swallowed a sob.

Miles didn’t need to know.

If the prosecutor felt him jolt, he at least had the decency not to say anything. Instead, he leaned down, grazing his temple with a kiss, and brought up his other hand to thumb over a dampened cheek, massage an earlobe between thumb and forefinger.

Phoenix steadied his breathing in time with Miles’ careful touches, his broken half-song dragging him deeper and deeper into a hypnotic slumber.

Murmurs of love and pride met his ear (and perhaps they left Phoenix’s lips, as well. He couldn’t be certain, at the moment), and the defense attorney’s eyes slid shut.

(Definitely looking for more prompts like this. I’d like to practice writing more imagery and a little less reliance on dialogue, and these shorter pieces are a great start for that!)

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formula1fanfiction · 6 months

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Lewis Hamiliton / Max Verstappen

Title: The loser bitches

Pairing: Lewis Hamiliton / Max Verstappen

Characters: Lewis Hamiliton, Max Verstappen

Prompt: Requested

Prompt: Mawis in A/B/O both Alphas and with Max bitching Lewis.

"I'm the world champion Lewis, I am the one who wins here." Max pushes Lewis back onto the double bed. Lewis growls his alpha instincts are making him feral, even if it is another alpha pushing him around.

"You are world champion correct, however you cheated your way to winning in so it doesn't count." Max's smile doesn't falter, he's standing tall and proud at the foot of the bed, still sticky with champagne. He's pretty, Lewis thinks if Max was an omega he'd fuck him, but Max isn't an omega and Lewis doesn't want his cock anywhere near him.

"The deal was whoever loses the championship bitches to the other one Lewis." Max climbs up onto the bed and crawls towards Lewis, he's so close Lewis can smell the champagne on him. "And you lost Lewis, it doesn't matter how I did it. I am the victor in Abu Dhabi."

Lewis makes a move to push Max away, but the younger one is much quicker and pins Lewis' hands to the bed. "And i'm going to take you like you're some bitch Omega." Lewis' growl, only makes Max smile even more. A deals a deal but this is a deal Lewis wishes he had never made.

Max makes quick work of Lewis' clothes, he practically rips them off and leaves them in a messy pile on the floor, revealing Lewis' toned body to the room. Max licks his lips. "I can't wait to make you my bitch." Lewis cock twitches in anticipation, of course Max sees it happen. "See Lewis, you can't wait."

"Let's get you nice and wet like the good little omega you are" Lewis glares at Max as he produces a bottle of lube from his pocket, still smiling as he pours a generous amount onto his fingers. Lewis wants to slap the smug look from his stupid face.

"Get yourself comfortable Hamilton." Lewis rolls his eyes but he spreads his legs wide open and Max settles himself down between them. This is so humiliating. Max massages the area around Lewis' leaving it glistening in his wake as he slams the first finger inside, Lewis cries out in surprise. "You'd think an omega whore would be used to this by now." Max whispers, his lips pressed against Lewis' ear as he starts to fuck him with the single digit. Lewis' body betrays him pretty quickly and all too soon Max is adding a second and then a third finger.

Max has three fingers brutally finger fucking Lewis' as hard and deep as possible as he searches for that little bundle of nerves inside of Lewis. Lewis keens and lets out a loud moan, Max is smirking he knows he's found what he's looking for and only then does he let his fingers slip out.

Lewis' hole clenches around nothing as he watches Max tear off his own clothing. He's starts to feel a little different seeing Max's hard cock spring free and slap against his stomach, it's almost like he wants this. Almost.

"Are you ready to take me you little omega whore?" Max bumps the head of his cock against Lewis' glistening hole, his pale hands squeeze' hips tightly. "I'm not an omega." Lewis

Max squeezes down extra hard and slams inside of Lewis one swift move, Lewis cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. "You could have fooled me, look at you taking me like a little bitch." Max stalls for a few moments, giving Lewis time to adjust. His alpha body just isn't equipped enough to take a cock.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard Lewis." Max starts to move, he moves slowly at first, gliding through the lube slick hole and making Lewis feel full to the brim, it doesn't feel bad exactly, just humiliating that he's getting fucked. Lewis throws his head back in pleasure, he can already feel the swell of Max' half formed not with every thrust inside of him.

Max squeezes down on Lewis' hip bones there's sure to be bruises. Using Lewis' hips for leverage he thrusts harder and deeper, so hard that the wood of the bed slams into the wall with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against and their heavy breathing fills up the room.

Lewis is practically stuck to the bed sheets from the layers of sweat covering both their bodies, but Lewis can't find it in him to care, this is starting to feel good. The overwhelming waves of pleasure are overtaking his Alpha senses. Lewis sees stars as soon as Max has found what he's looking for and continues to slam into his prostate over and over again. Lewis lets his eyes slide closed and withers against the bed sheets, fuck this feels so good. "See, just like a little omega bitch." Lewis is too gone to give a shit.

"Are you going to come for me, sweet little omega." Max thrusts into Lewis with all his might, battering his prostate with every thrust. Lewis can't hold on any longer and he screams as he comes spurting his load over his own chest, panting heavily, he's never come harder. It should be embarrassing, but Lewis feels too good to care.

Lewis whines and bares his neck in instinct as he feels Max's knot start to swell to the point of no return. Lewis can feel his hole stretching wider and wider from Max's knot, Lewis' body just isn't equipped to handle this, it hurts but he doesn't want this to stop.

"Do you want my knot like the little bitch you are?" Lewis' alpha instincts are crying out but Lewis is lost in his post orgasm brain fog. "I can take it." Max is smiling now, really smiling.

"You're not going to be able to walk in the morning." Max slams into him a few more times, Lewis clenches down tightly onto Max's skin, leaving little crescent moons behind. Max finally swells to capacity and spurts load after load deep inside Lewis. Lewis can't help but cry out in pleasured agony, he feels way too fucking full, his hole is going to gape for days after this.

Both men both stay silent until Max's knot finally pops filling Lewis with his fertile seed and only then does the Dutchman pull out of him.

"When I win the championship next year, you are getting the same treatment." Lewis' brain function has turned back to normal and the humiliation has started to settle in.

"We'll see about that next year."

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sweet-villain · 2 years

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Wishing~ Eddie Munson

harrys-tittie asked:

If you’re possibly taking requests I have one since you like making everyone cry 😒 lol! I was thinking reader and Eddie based on the song heather by Conan Gray, heather being Chrissy. Maybe a happy ending part two of it fits somehow so we aren’t all dead inside. Anyway love your work. If you aren’t taking request no biggie :) I was thinking about this and it made me wanna come to you.

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I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater

You had been best friend with Eddie since you began high school, he took notice of you when you walked into the classroom he had with you wearing a Metallica shirt with a skirt and he couldn't stop staring at the necklace you were wearing. It was a guitar pick. A green one.

He stared in awe as you sat in front of him. His nose picked up your scent and something sweet added to it. He tapped your shoulder with the pen in his hand. He had his notebook out making drawings on it before he saw you.

" Nice shirt" he says, " I love Metallica" you nod eyeing him, a small smile on your face. You liked the way his mane of curls surrounded his face, you noticed the way his brown doe eyes shined, you noticed the dimples near his smile and you noticed his fingers on one hand had rings and only one on the other.

" It's rude to stare, you know?" he asks, a small smirk on his face.

" Just admiring" you say, his smile drops as his mouth forms in an "o" not expecting that. A hint of red flashes across his cheeks as he sinks into his seat, biting on the cap of the pen.

" Cute" you say turning back to pay attention, at least try to knowing that the cute metal head behind you couldn't stop blushing in his seat at you words.

Your friendship with Eddie blossomed as you two spend every other day, hanging out. If he wasn't at Hellfire or practice, he was with you. You two had movies night, you had met Wayne, he was shocked that Eddie brought a girl over and you had even stayed some nights. You had cooked for both of them telling them they needed to eat real food.

A piece of clothing was thrown at you catching you off guard as you were in your head thinking about the first time you met Eddie. Your hand reached out to remove the piece of clothing from your head, it was a hoodie. Not something you see in Eddie Munson's drawers or closet.

" What's this?" you asked, raising your eyebrow at him.

" You are freezing, Dot. I can see you shivering" Dot, that was your nickname from him. He found you adorable and small, it stuck with him and you liked it.

You inspected the hoodie he had thrown at you with a Black Sabbath on the front and it was plain black. But what you loved most about it was it smelled like him.

He was too busy into strumming Sweetheart when you raised the hoodie up to your nose and took a sniff. It smelled good, smelt like him and you threw it over the shirt you were wearing, removing your hair from inside as it got stuck.

It fit you perfectly. You slide your hands into the pockets turning your head just in time to catch his eyes, he was already looking at you with that look on his face. The look of adoration.

You said it looked better on me than it did you

" You can keep it. You look better than I do in it, hope it keeps you warm" he shoots you the dimple popping smile as he sets Sweetheart down.

" You hungry?" he asks standing up as he stretched. Your eyes looked over to the skin that said hello as his shirt lifted up. You wondered how soft his skin is underneath your fingertips.

" I could eat" you nod standing up.

Only if you knew how much I liked you

" Burgers and Milkshakes?" He asks, turning to look at you. " You read my mind" He grins as he puts on his jacket combo with the vest and grabbed his keys. You followed him out to the van and hopped into the passenger side.

You watched as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel hearing the music booming through the stereo when he started the van. He was singing along with the words to the song but you can only focus on how pretty he looked at the moment. He always looked pretty but something about the way he was headbanging his head and little dancing in his seat that he was doing, made your heart flutter.

If only he knew how much he meant to you, how much you liked him and how he made you happy. If only.

But I watch your eyes as she

Everything stopped as soon as she came into the picture. Eddie would watch her with heart eyes with a dreamy smile on his face as Chrissy Cunnighman walked past him. She was a cheerleader in school and she was pretty. You frowned looking at him seeing the way way with just one glance at him, he swooned for her.

You felt like a knife dug into your heart creating a hole there. He would never look at you like the way he looks at her. She had the looks, she was popular and she had Eddie's attention.

Walks by

" Isn't she so pretty?" Eddie gushed watching Chrissy talk with her friends, giggling by the lockers. Dustin and Mike stood with you by Eddie, sending you an apologetic look on their faces. They were fully aware how you felt about their Dungeon Master.

You shrugged looking down at your converse as if they were the only thing that were more fascinating.

" How about Y/N?" Dustin asks, Eddie looks over to him with his eyebrows scrunched up. " What do you mean " What about Y/N?" Henderson?"

" Y/N is pretty too" you sent Dustin a small smile. Eddie nodded but shrugged, " Yeah but look at Chrissy" he puts a hand on his heart as he backs into the locker room, " She's such a beauty."

You felt tears trying to escape, you looked away as you said, " I need to talk to Robin about something. See you" you stormed past them and Chrissy, who sends you a smile which you don't return.

What a sight for sore eyes

" Can I talk to you, Eddie?" Chrissy stood near Eddie at the head of Hellfire table. Eddie's eyes got wide hearing her voice asking for him. You stabbed the food in your tray as you didn't dare to look over at him to see the way he swallowed, the way his eyes rose to look at her and grabbed his lunch box as he followed her.

You threw the fork you had in your hand onto the tray with a sigh.

" I'm so sorry Y/N" Gareth said, offering you a thin smile more like a sympathetic smile. Dustin stood up from his chair as he made his way around the table putting his arms around you as you lean into him, tears running down your cheeks.

Brighter than the blue sky

It was always Chrissy this. Chrissy that. Chrissy was this. Chrissy did that. Your hand clenched hearing him talk about her like she was the list of his life.

You had came over for movie night but Eddie had told you that Chrissy was here, and he showed her Sweetheart. He showed her Sweetheart. You hadn't been shown Sweetheart that quickly as he shown Chrissy. It angered you how she was getting the special treatment while you were there like some type of meat that he kept around for good use.

She's got you mesmerized while I die

" I'm going to ask Chrissy out, should I?" He asks throwing popcorn into his mouth, missing a few as they landed by near him on the couch. He attempts to find them as he waits for your answer. You bite your bottom lip feeling your heart sink. He wanted her. He didn't want you. He wanted her. He didn't want you. He doesn't look at you like that. He looks at her.

" Yeah, do it" you nod looking at the movie that was playing. Not really paying attention to it rather be in your thoughts and swallow the tears that were asking to come out. You cleared your throat.

" You okay?" he asks, shaking the bowl of popcorn for you to take. You reach in and grab a few stuffing them into your mouth as your eyes are glued to the movie.

" Yeah"

The thing that hurt you the most is that he stopped calling you Dot. That was your nickname he given you and he hasn't used it in awhile. Not since Chrissy came into the picture.

Why would you ever kiss me?

You would watch as they held hands walking in the hallways. He would walk her to class. He would hold her books. He would kiss her cheek making her giggle. You watch from a far as they didn't care about the looks from the other students, the scoff from Jason as he watched. He couldn't believe the freak of Hawkins High got Chrissy Cunningham.

You looked down at yourself and looked at Chrissy. You were nothing like her, your hair wasn't usually up. Your hair nicely flowed down past your shoulders. You wore band shirts, shorts or skirts or skinny jeans with pair of converse on your feet. You were part of Hellfire, you played guitar, you were a book worm, you studied, you had everything except Eddie. The person you fell for thinking he was your person.

I'm not even half as pretty

You weren't into sports or cheerleading. Your dream was to play guitar around the world, showing how skillful you were on a guitar. You got lost in your music and it helped. Eddie and you talked about touring one day, together that when Corroded Coffin got famous, he'd bring you on stage and the two of you would show the world how it is done.

" Do you think I'm pretty?" you ask Robin one day, walking into Family Video. Steve even turned around at the question why all of sudden you were asking this. Robin paused what she was doing as she made her way around the counter.

" Of course you're pretty. Why are you asking this?" you shrugged looking down at your fingers, twirling one of the rings on your finger. It was silver with your favorite color of stone in it.

" Did someone say something? I'll sucker punch them so hard-" Steve gets up from his seat by the computer as he raises his fists like he's ready to fight.

" Calm down, Macho man over there" Robin says to Steve. Then she turns to you, " What brought this one?"

" Just seeing Chrissy and Eddie...I don't know" you shrug again, hanging your head.

" Oh that dingus hasn't come to his senses yet?" your eyebrows knit together throwing her a confused look on your face. She sighs.

" He likes you too, you know?"

" What? No! He's dating Chrissy, she is way prettier than I am" Steve shakes his head.

" She's not, her pom pom's are nothing compared to your guitar skills" Steve nods. " I've seen the way you shred, you're amazing. I don't wanna hear you call yourself " not pretty". You're beautiful"

" Thank you Harrington" He sends you a smile as he turns back to the computer.

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester

" Do you have my flannel by any chance?" Eddie asks as soon as he crawled inside your window, accidentally stepping on some papers that you threw on the floor.

" Why would I have your flannel?" you asked, from where you were sitting on the bed doing some homework. He plops besides you on the bed taking your notebook from your hands as he looks at it.

" History. Yuck" he scrunches up his face as he drops the notebook back on the bed. He looks around the room spotting your guitar where it usually is, he noticed you added stickers to it.

" I like the stickers" he motions to the guitar. You nod, " it needed a bit of a more welcoming look to it." You stood up from the bed and made your way to the drawer which had that flannel he was looking for.

He left it here when he slept over, he had forgotten and you never gave it back to him because you kept it to help you sleep at night.

" You left it here" you threw the flannel into his chest sitting back on the bed as you continued to do your homework. The energy between you and Eddie wasn't the same anymore.

But you like her better

It's like the best friends were just turned into friends. It hurt a lot but you don't show it. He was never going to choose you. You were just a friend as much as it hurts to say.

" You should hang out with Chrissy, you two would get along" he tells you shifting in his seat as he watches you work on your homework.

" I don't really think that's a good idea" his face drops as hears what you said. You didn't want to hang out with Chrissy? Did something happened?

" Why not?"

" I'm just not in a good place right now, Eddie" you weren't lying to him about that. You were too much in your head thinking about him and hurting yourself, you wished you were Chrissy. You wished you were good enough for him.

Wish I were Heather

" I don't understand why you wouldn't want to be friends with Chrissy? She's a sweet girl, maybe you two can go shopping together to get new clothes or something" Eddie says as he lights up a cigarette as he stands besides you, outside his trailer.

" What's wrong with the clothes I wear?" you glanced down at you Van Halen shirt and your ripped jeans with your boots that had red laces on them.

" Nothing, just need an upgrade. That shirt is losing color" he says as he looks over to you then at the shirt, shrugs like it wasn't a big deal. This shirt specifically was special to you. Your dad gave it to you on your birthday, it was one of the last things he gave you before he passed away. Eddie knew this and yet he was standing there telling you that you needed to dress better.

Fuck Eddie Munson

Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand

You sat in your car gripping the steering wheel as you gazed at the scene not too far ahead of you. Eddie was leaning against his van while Chrissy had her hands on his vest as he looks down at her, the two were talking but your heart broke even more when he took her hand in his and laced his fingers through his.

You grumbled underneath your breath as you got out of your car, taking your backpack in a fist heading towards the school.

From the corner of your eye, you saw him put his arm around her shoulder, tugging her closer as he kissed her. Right when you walked past. It hurt a lot.

Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder

" Y/N! Wait up!" you heard from behind you. Eddie had pulled away from Chrissy as he sees the back of your head and his eyes fall onto Dustin who runs up to you, with a worry look on his face.

" You didn't come to dinner yesterday, my mom invited you over but you didn't come" you closed your eyes, face palming yourself in the head. You forgot all about the dinner.

" I'm so sorry, Henderson. I had a lot on my plate and I just wasn't feeling my best. Tell your mom, I'll make it up to you and her" he nods, sadly.

" You know you can talk to me Y/N" he says. You nodded. Dustin eyed the couple behind you, locking eyes with Eddie and he looks back at you sending you sympathetic smile. He had put two and two together, and pulls you into a hug.

Eddie watches with concern in his eyes as Dustin hugs you. You don't dare to even look at him. Not once.

" I'll see you at lunch" he hears you mutter to Dustin. You pull away from Dustin and continued to walk to class. Dustin glances at Eddie, shaking his head at him and Eddie watches with confusion on what that meant.

But how could I hate her? She's such an angel

You didn't hate Chrissy, not at all. She was a total sweetheart. Everything was perfect in her life.

A tap on your shoulder caused you to jump in your seat. You took off the headphones from your head as you turn around to see it was Chrissy that wanted your attention.

She took the seat in front of you, looking down at her hands and looking at the nail polish on her nails. She bite her bottom lip knowing she gotten your attention now. You rose your eyebrow waiting for her to talk.

" Do you hate me?" she asks.

You sighed, closing your textbook knowing you wouldn't get anymore studying done.

" I don't" you answer her. It was the truth. You didn't hate her. She just had Eddie. She nods as she looks around the library not knowing what to say.

" Look Chrissy, I'm happy for you and Eddie. I am. But there are some things you don't understand, I rather not talk to you about them. I don't hate you, not at all. I can never hate anyone, I'm just struggling.."

She nods but her eyebrows are knitted together as if she was looking for something. But you shield your eyes from her as you look down at the table. Your eyes told anyone, anything.

" I need to get home"

But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she

Chrissy had Eddie. She was pretty. She is a cheerleader. She had it all. You didn't. You didn't have Eddie. You were't pretty enough for anyone. You loved reading books. You loved drawing. You weren't into sports. You lived with your mother who you barely saw. You felt alone and unwanted.

It was a cruel thing to say but you wished that Chrissy wasn't part of Eddie's life. That she didn't exit, then maybe you stood a chance.

You turn to your side clutching the pillow to your chest as silent tears fell down your cheeks. You didn't really want to have these feelings for your best friend. But you did and it sucked.

Walks by What a sight for sore eyes

" You can't keep doing this to yourself Y/N" Gareth said as he stood next to you at the Hideout by the bar.

" Doing what?" you twirled the cup in your hands around on the bar. You came to have a few drinks at the bar, forgetting that Corroded Coffin was playing and Chrissy was here too.

" Drowning yourself like this. He is a closed chapter Y/N and you deserve better"

" I don't want better" you lifted your drink up to your lips to take a drink when Gareth took it out of your hands.

" What the hell! Give it back!" Gareth shook his head as he held it out stretch. The noise caused Eddie to come from the back and he stopped in his tracks seeing you chatting with Gareth, attempting to get your drink back.

Something in Eddie caused him to let out a growl as he stomped up to Gareth taking your drink from his hand and placing it on the bar. He took a hold of Gareth by his ear, tugging him and away from you.

You didn't bother to shout a thank you to Eddie turning back in your seat looking at the bottles on the bar.

" Are you hear to listen to Corroded Coffin, too?" A sweet voice spoke up as she sat next to you. You didn't need to turn your head to know who it was.

" No, I'm here to take my mind off with a drink" you tell her. Chrissy frowns and looks at Eddie as he locks eyes with her, he sends her a wink but his face drops seeing the back of your back. You used to love watching him play at the Hide Out. Now all he saw was the back of your back and it hurt.

Brighter than the blue sky She's got you mesmerized while I die

Eddie's eyes were on your back and then on Chrissy as he looked back and forth. He hoped that you would turn around, head bang to the music but you sat there drinking the things that occupied your mind.

As the set came closer to the end, Eddie took a few minutes to look at his guitar in his hands as he was playing and then when he turned back, you were no longer sitting there. The drink was empty and there was money on the bar.

But Chrissy sat there, smiling at him.

His eyes roam the Hide Out catching you as you made your way to the door. You took a moment to stop and turn your head to look over your shoulder catching your eyes with him, that's when he saw the tears shedding down your cheeks and his face fell wanting to run to you.

But he doesn't as if something is holding him back. He looks back at Chrissy who is waving at him having no clue how his heart is hurting seeing that you were distancing yourself, you weren't his best friend anymore.

Things were changing and he didn't like it.

Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty

The spot next to Eddie was empty, you had no longer sat there but ate your lunch outside of the building with your back against the wall on the ground. It hurt too much to see them together. Your seat has been replaced by her. She sat there, giggling and talking to Eddie but he paid no mind to it when his mind raced about you.

He wanted to talk to you. To make things better.

He didn't even notice Dustin get up and walk through the doors of the school knowing where exactly were you were. You felt someone sit next to you making you tense up.

" It's just me, Dustin" he sat down next to you. You couldn't help but lean your head on his shoulder.

" I'm never going to be pretty or good enough for him" you mumbled. Dustin looked down at you, his heart broke for you.

" That's not true Y/N. Eddie is just being Eddie"

" He's happy with her" Dustin sighed as he wrap an arm around you.

" Forget about him, he doesn't deserve you. He's just one guy" You lifted up your head and look at him.

" He's special, Dustin. He makes me feel special, at least he used" Dustin listens as you shake with sobs, bringing you back into him as he holds you. The only sound you could hear are your sobs and your heart breaking again.

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester But you like her better

You sat on the swings in the backyard in the darkness when the door slide opened and two people came out, you noticed the long mop of curls and the high pony tail of the other. Eddie and Chrissy. But your eyes caught on the jacket she was wearing. His.

She is wearing his jacket. You watch as the both of them stand outside, holding together.

" I don't understand why she hates me" Chrissy says. Eddie shakes his head, shrugging.

" I'm sorry, sweetheart. I don't know what's gotten into her" Were they talking about you?

" I just want to be friends with her but it's like every time I try, she shuts herself down"

Eddie sighs as he leans down to kiss her forehead not knowing that you were watching them. The door slides open and Robin steps out as she looks around, she was looking for you since you came to the party together.

" What are you looking for, Buckley?" Eddie asks.

" Not what, who. Have you seen Y/N?" he shakes his head but that's when a surprises comes on Robin's face as you step from the shows walking up the stairs and past the couple, as they stare at you wide eyes.

" There you are, what are you doing out here?"

" Thinking and Drinking" you shake the cup up at her. She frowns and takes your hand as she pulls you inside. Eddie watches as you disappear inside, Chrissy looks at him seeing the frown.

" You're upset she's like this" He nods

I wish I were Heather

I wish I were Heather (Oh, oh)

Another long day at school. Another day of hiding from Eddie. Another day of hell.

You sighed as you opened the door of your car, throwing your backpack inside and as you were about to sit inside, the door was gripped with two hands. One hand decorated with rings and the other with just one ring.

" What's the hell is your problem?" he asks, a glare on his face. You looked up at him with your eyebrow raised.

" Mine?" He nodded waving his hand around, " I don't see anyone else around."

" I have no problem" he takes a deep breath as he shakes his head.

" I don't know what's been up your ass lately, but you have been a dick to Chrissy. All she wanted was to be your friend"

Wish I were Heather

Why would you ever kiss me?

" Well I don't wanna be her friend!" you shouted, turning your head away from him but he wasn't having it as he walked around the door and gripped your wrist to turn and look at you.

" You can't even look at me to tell me the truth" he hisses, his eyes held anger in them.

" Fuck off, Munson" you muttered pushing at chest to get him to move but he doesn't budge as he stands his ground with his fists to his sides.

I'm not even half as pretty You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester

" Fine! I don't wanna be her friend because of you!" you point at him, he blinks his eyes putting a hand on his chest. " Me?" you nodded.

" What about me, Y/N?"

" I don't wanna talk about it" you said, glaring at him as you turned your back to him feeling yourself shake. You didn't want to have this conversation with him. Not now. Not ever.

" Tell me, you've been pushing me away. I don't see you anymore and things are changing. Talk to me... please" he begs you as his anger vanishes replaced with hurt in his tone.

But you like her better Wish I were

" Because I'm in love with you Eddie Munson and you're never going to choose me" you sat in your car, closing the door as he stood there shocked with what he hears. He watches as you started your car and started to drive away.

You looked into the review mirror to see he was still standing there but your vision clouded with tears as you hurried home.

#eddie munson x reader #imagine eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson stranger things

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terracottapie25 · 1 year

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Pairing:Fred Weasley x reader

Warnings:smut ,mentions of death,sad

Sorry if it's cringe or uncomfortable fore some of youI tried my best .

One Saturday night yn was getting ready for bed when she heard a knock at the door.She got up and opened it just to find Fred standing there with tears in his eyes.She pulled him in and hugged him ,letting him cry into her shoulder.

They pulled apart and yn calmly said"what's wrong baby ?Did something happen?"Fred just shook his head and pulled out a letter.She carefully grabbed it and read it slowly.It said that his great aunt passed away from dragon pocs this morning.

Yn took Freds hands and led him to the bed where they sat for a minute him just resting his head on her lap while she ran her fingers through his hair,slowly but surely calming him down.

Freds head then turned and he started planting kisses on yns thighs ,a small whimper then escaped her mouth which caused her to tug at his heir making him groan against her skin.

Soon enough yn pulled him up and started to kiss him passionately.With Fred pressed against her thighs causing her to feel just how hard he is .

From a simple make-out they went to Fred dry humping her thigh and her giving his neck dark red hickies.After a minute or a few of this Fred started getting rid of his clothes .First his shirt then his pants leaving him with just his boxers on.When it came yns turn Fred looked her in the eyes as to asking for permission to take her clothes off to which she gave him a small nod.So he took them off but leaving her underwear still on just for a little longer.

Fred then stood up taking his boxers off and grabbing a condom from his pant pocket,he then ripped the packing open whit his teeth putting it on while yn just stared at him dumbfounded .He was a lot bigger than she imagened which caused her to almost drool.

He slowly walked back to the bed putting his hands under yns thighs and dragging her to the end of it in one swift motion.He took off her bra and then kneeled on the floor before her .He then took of her panties very slowly before gliding his finger over her slit causing her to moan and whimper at the action.Fred then smirked and licked her pussy a few times before sucking on it and adding a finger for more pleasure. Just from one finger yn was a total mess laying back with her hand gripping Freds hair making him groan here and there sending vibrations through her core.

He proceeded to add another finger then after a minute he added the third one making yn almost cum the second it entered.Fred fingered her fast and rough makingh her cum extremely fast but he slowed down and ride her trough her high.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of her making her whimper at the empty feeling.Fred stood up and licked one of his fingers tasting her and moaning at her sweet juices,he hovered over her and taping his other two fingers on her lips for her to open her mouth which she did.In one motion he had her sucking his fingers while pumping himself a few times, when he was satisfied with yn he pulled his fingers out and turned both of them around so that she was sat on top of his thighs.

Fred held her up by her waist so that she was right above his cock, then he slowly made her sit down both of them moaning like crazy at the sensetion.Yn then slowly started rocking her hips back and forth to get used to his size but it was like Fred had other plans cus he had her bouncing up and down on his cock at a very fast speed causing her to put her head on his shoulder while he begane kissing her neck.

It felt to the both of them as if an hour went by but it was just a few minutes when yn started to feel her orgasm building."fre-ed i-im clo-ose" she told him breathlessly,"me to darling me to".then a few seconds later yn was coming even harder then before ,her pussy griping on Fred cock .Fred then came hard just a little after her , letting her slow down and she then collapsed against him exhausted.He pulled her of him and putting her on the bed.

Fred stood up trowing the condom in the trash waving his wand casting a cleaning charm on both of them.He then pulled on his boxers and dressing yn in his shirt and new panties.

After that was done he turned off the light and joined yn in bed cuddling her seeing a smile pop on her face from a simple ation as that even in her sleep.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley smut #fred x reader #fred smut #harry potter #smut #x reader

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K&J x MMSS 3: Kane & Valen Part 10

Chapter 10 of the third crossover with @whumpsday!

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Warnings: Aftermath of torture

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In this chapter:

***

It's apparent Valen will be able to speak again any day now. Jim tries to hide it, albeit unsuccessfully, but he's nervous about the situation. But he knows that his own anxieties shouldn’t trump Valen’s comfort. If Valen hasn’t used persuasion on him through writing, he won’t use it through speech, right?

"Just so you know, I'm not gonna bother with the muzzle,” Jim tells him. “We're cool, right?"

Valen's heart swells. Jim is so very brave. We're so cool, Jim. He gives two thumbs up, then shapes his hands into a heart. I'll show you there's nothing to be anxious about. Thank you for trusting me.

Jim smiles and makes a heart right back. "Awesome."

He’s been having a lot of thoughts about the situation. Holding just Kane here would be different, because that would be fair. Kane kept him, he keeps Kane. But Valen is innocent. He's holding an innocent person captive, and he hates that. But if he lets Valen go, he'll obviously take Kane, and he's still worried about Kane taking a human.

But his worries about Kane taking a human are... low. Normally he'd think I can't take that chance even if it's small. But now, not taking that chance involves imprisoning an innocent person.

Well, it’s not really imprisonment if Valen could just use persuasion, right?

Maybe Kane is less likely to take another human than he’d thought.

***

Valen's vocal cords heal enough to speak later that day. It happens when Valen instinctually clears his throat and finds that it makes a sound.

"Oh?" he says, and finds that the exclamation comes out aloud as well. "K-Kane, my dear!" He grins widely and rushes to Kane to hug him.

Kane wraps his arms around Valen, lifts him into the air, and spins him around. "Valen! Your voice!" he exclaims with a huge smile.

Valen revels in being spun before Kane puts him down, and he immediately decides what to do next. Announcing his good fortune to Kane had been the first thing he'd wanted to do when he got his voice back, but he knows the second thing: He quickly gathers up the clothes he and Kane had been making for Jim, which were just about done, and rushes to go find Jim.

Kane trails behind him as Valen tromps upstairs, now healthy enough to get around on his own at a moderate pace, and finds Jim in the living room.

"Hey, what's up?" Jim asks.

Valen holds up the outfit they'd made for him. He’d previously asked Jim's favorite color and taken his measurements, so the gift is probably not entirely a surprise. It's in the style of vampire nobility formal wear, not at all Jim's style and probably gauche from his perspective, but Valen is proud of it. It's a white ruffled top with a brocade vest, the pattern Jim's favorite color, and black slacks. There's also space for a pocket watch, but obviously Valen didn't have one or the ability to make one.

Voice still low and hoarse, to keep from straining it too much, Valen says, "Kane and I made you a gift, as a thanks for letting us stay here."

Oh, it's so not Jim's style, but he's very touched by the thought that went into it. He takes it gingerly. "First of all, congrats on talking again! This is awesome, thank you both. This must've taken you guys a while."

"Valen's been teaching me how to sew!" Kane interjects proudly.

"That's great, Kane," Jim says with a smile.

"Try it on!" Valen enthuses, oblivious to the fact that wearing this is about as in character for Jim as wearing a trash bag.

Jim laughs. "Okay, yeah, I gotta try it on, right?" He shoos them out of the room while he changes, then goes to show them, posing exaggeratedly.

Valen claps his hands to his chest and sighs, like a proud mother. "Ooh, you look so handsome." He reaches out and straightens the cravat. "My mother was so disappointed when I started wearing clothes like this. She was infatuated with the beautiful dresses Priscus always got for me.” His voice is getting tired quickly, but he’s caught up in the euphoria of being able to talk again. “Sometimes I wonder if it would have been more fulfilling for her to have a baby doll than a child." His hands falter. "Well–well, I'm not sure to what events you could possibly wear this, but you look quite handsome. I'd love to make something for Liz as well, but I'm not sure if she wears dresses or something more like this."

"Sorry your mom didn't respect you." Jim says sympathetically. "I don't think I've seen Liz in a dress since she was like, eleven. But I'm sure she'd rock whatever you make her."

Valen beams. "We should have a party. You and Liz can invite whatever friends you like, and Kane, you can invite your lovely friend Bellamy, it sounds like he has lots of human friends as well, and I..." Valen trails off as he realizes he doesn't really have anyone to invite. The pause also makes him stop to actually consider what he'd just proposed, as though just now only realizing why it might be a bad idea. "Well, well it was just an idea. I shall ask Liz what she would like me to make her next time she is over."

"Bellamy's not my-" Kane starts, realizing Valen must have a very different impression of his relationship with the childhood friend he’s spoken to exactly once in the past century.

"Valen, you're great, but I think if there's any more vampires in this house, I'll have a heart attack," Jim says gently. "We can probably get Liz and Laken over for something, though."

Valen blushes. "Of course. I apologize, it was insensitive of me to suggest." He gives a polite little bow. "But that sounds lovely, I would certainly love to meet Laken."

"Laken's a hunter, just so you guys know,” Jim warns, wanting to avoid any more freaking out. “Liz's partner. They're cool, they won't hurt you.”

The smile drops from Kane's face and he whimpers, clinging to Valen.

"Or maybe not," Jim amends. "It can just be the four of us."

Valen gives Kane some taps. "Kane, dear, come now. Liz has been so generous to us. It would be unfair for us to shun her partner. Do you think someone like Liz, who would feed us, would partner with someone who would be cruel to us? Can you picture Liz doing anything like-" Valen breaks off, eyeing Jim, walking back the grisly details he was about to divulge. "-that?"

Kane hesitates. Yes, yes I can picture that. Liz hates me, she only likes you. If you weren't here I am 99% sure she would hurt me. “...Okay. If, if you think it'll be safe, then, then okay." he settles with.

"Laken's cool, I promise." Jim gives a thumbs-up. "Then it'll be the five of us. Laken has a karaoke machine, I think. Maybe you can use your new voice on that."

Valen taps Kane three times, like he had before when he couldn’t speak. "It will be nice, my dear, I'm sure it will. And you want Liz to like you, right? If you can get Laken to like you, I'm sure that will win her favor. After all, a good relationship with someone's partner is a sure shortcut to getting on their good side." This with a wink at Jim. "And a karaoke machine sounds wonderful." A pause. "Except, tell me, what exactly is a karaoke machine...?"

***

Liz is not pleased when Jim tells her Valen's speaking freely and not muzzled, but the fact that it went well is proof it wasn't needed. She chides Jim for taking a stupid risk, then lets it go. A full-strength vampire with persuasion and Kane living in Jim's house makes her anxious, but she doesn't really see Valen as too much of a threat.

Next time Jim is talking to Liz on the phone, Valen pipes up in the background demanding Jim to ask Liz what sort of outfits she and Laken would like to wear, and to dictate their measurements to him. After getting the information he needs, he works furiously in the days leading up to the planned get-together. He’s very excited to have something constructive to do with his hands, and plans a flowy gown for Laken, and a suit with coattails for Liz. He is not sure if anyone will want to actually wear theirs, but he plans to wear his nicest outfit, which is similar to the one he made for Jim, but in a darker color palette.

When the day they’ve planned the party for does come, Kane is inseparable from Valen, clinging to him anxiously. He's already scared of Liz, and now there's going to be a second hunter, and it's daytime.

Valen tries to distract Kane by having him help finish the clothes in the hours leading up to the planned event.

"Kane, darling, what do you think is going to happen?" Valen asks, keeping his hands busy with the needle and thread, weaving in and out with practiced ease, like a spider spinning. "Do you think Laken is going to start getting violent with us, and Jim and Liz will just stand by in silent approval? Why do you feel like the addition of Laken is going to change anything when it's Liz you're scared of?"

"Sometimes the... the hunters would goad each other. There were hunters who never touched me- you were only there for a couple of weeks, I don't know if you saw them, we were apart for a few days- there were some hunters who wouldn't hurt me themselves, but would encourage their friends to be meaner. Maybe someone would be about to give in to my begging, and they'd convince them not to. Or they'd be about to use a regular whip, and they goad their friends into a silver one. More hunters is worse." Kane rambles, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "And Liz already hates me. And Jim... he's been kind, but he probably does, too. He's at least scared of me."

Valen sets down the sewing supplies, taking Kane's face between his hands, tilting him to look at him. "Dear. Liz and Jim are anxious around you, but they still help you. They feed you. They're scared that you're going to hurt them, but they put in the effort to be kind anyway. It's alright to be anxious, but they are already doing this for us. It would be uncharitable to assume the worst of them, and refuse to do the same." He removes one hand from Kane's face and takes his hand with it. "And I will be right there the whole time.”

"Oh. I... I don't know how to stop being scared. I didn't know it was... bad, or ungrateful. Do you think it would be enough to just pretend I'm not, in front of them?" Kane asks.

"You don't have to stop being scared. It's only natural to be scared. You can't help it. But you can choose to be kind and trust them anyway, because they're already trusting you and I, when they didn't have to. You can see it when Jim and Liz are scared. They don't hide it well. Do you wish they would just pretend to not be afraid?"

"I don't wish that. You're right, I'll try to trust them," Kane agrees.

Valen smiles. “Now, do you want to wear the outfit I made you? It matches with mine."

Kane takes the outfit. "I'd love nothing more than to match with you." Even through his fear, he smiles a little.

Kane's outfit is white with gold trim, and Valens' is dark blue with silver trim. Valen's has a small moon embroidered on his breast pocket. "Um..." he says sheepishly. "I thought this color scheme would look good, and it reminded me of how the first song you sang to me was Fly Me To The Moon, and it made me want to add a moon, and then I thought a motif of day and night would be delightful, before I realized it may be in poor taste to embroider a sun on yours. So I didn't. But if you would prefer some other symbol, I can add it in not too much time."

Kane’s delighted about the matching outfits. "They're wonderful, Valen. I love it. Thank you so much." He gives him a peck on the lips. "Maybe mine could have a star? If, if you want to. That's still kind of like the sun, since the sun is a star, and it matches." He chuckles a little, thinking about that first time he sang to Valen. "I guess Cyril was right about us after all."

"Hah. If Cyril was ever right about anything, it would have been entirely by coincidence only." Valen takes the top and quickly starts stitching a star over the breast pocket. "And we can give Liz and Laken theirs as soon as they get here. I'm positive if we spend some time with them, and have some positive interactions, they will start to view us less as predators and more as friends. I'm glad my face is finally starting to look a little less ghastly. For the longest time I looked hardly more than a skull. Dreadful."

"I don't think you looked dreadful, but maybe I'm biased. But I'm very glad you're healing." He puts the outfit on. It reminds him of when he would model Bellamy's creations when he was a boy.

Kane, Valen, and Jim are already in their outfits when Liz and Laken arrive. Liz carries a karaoke machine, and Laken a small cake.

"What's up, party people!" Laken shouts. They grin at Kane and Valen. "Hey, vampires. Sorry, no cake for you. Got some extra blood if you want it, though. I'm Laken."

Kane is kind of half-hiding behind Valen, but he does a little wave. "Hi."

Valen smiles broadly. "It's wonderful to meet you, Laken." He gives a quick curtsey. "I'm Valen. And this creature lurking behind me is Kane."

Kane blushes with embarrassment and comes out from behind Valen a little bit. "I am indeed Kane. It's nice to meet you. Thank you for coming," he says politely, trying to work past his fear.

Laken copies Valen's curtsey. "Cool. Nice to meet you guys, too."

Liz and Laken are both delighted with their gifts. Laken gives Kane and Valen each an extra half-meal, which they both accept gratefully. Kane quickly becomes okay around Laken, disarmed by Valen's presence and the calm atmosphere.

Valen is upon Laken instantly as they’re setting up the karaoke machine. “Jim told me this is basically a singing machine.”

Laken laughs. “Yeah, it’s totally rad! Vampires don’t have karaoke? You wanna give it a try?”

Valen is horrible at singing, and knows he’s probably just going to humiliate himself, but it’s been so long since he’s done anything lighthearted in a group like this. “Yes,” he says emphatically. “I would love to.”

Laken sets the machine on the table and starts flipping through the songs it has. “What do you wanna sing to?”

Valen doesn’t know anything about music. He turns to Kane. “Um…I’m not really familiar with human composers. Kane, would you help me pick?”

“Sure!”

After they all fiddle with the machine to set it up and pick a song, Valen stands up at the front of the room, taking the little microphone to sing a song Laken had assured him would be a great karaoke song.

“Toniiiight, I’m gonna have myself a real good time. I feel aliiiive.”

Valen squints to read the lyrics on the machine, regretting that he’s never heard this song before. “And the world, I'll turn it inside out, yeah, I'm floating around in ecstasy. So don’t. Stop. Me. Now. Don't stop me.”

Valen’s eyebrows shoot up as the music swells unexpectedly, and he stutters to try and keep up as the pace increases. Everyone laughs good-naturedly.

“'Cause I'm having a-time, having a good-I'm a shooting star leaping through-like a tiger–Kane, I think whoever wrote this has unrealistic expectations on what tigers can do–”

“Don’t stop singing!” Laken calls. “You can’t just stop, you have to keep going!”

Valen scrambles to try and pick up his place. “-r-racing car passing by like Lady Godiva–Am I supposed to know who that is? Should I-”

“Don’t stop singing!” comes the chorus of gentle heckles.

“I’m burning through the sky, yeah, 200 degrees that’s why they call me Mister Farenheiiiight.” Valen is starting to get more comfortable and starts to walk away from the machine, forgetting it’s connected by a cord, accidentally pulling it taut and being slightly yanked back. “Kane, you should call me Mr. Fahrenheit, that’s delightful.”

Kane gets up and joins Valen at the mic for the next part, trying to be brave. “I wanna make a supersonic man outta you!”

Valen flushes beet red. They continue to duet for the rest of the song–Kane is a much better singer than Valen is, but both of them seem to trip up over the more explicit parts of the song–neither of them can bring themselves to say I’m a sex machine ready to reload out loud, and Valen hides his face when he realizes that explode is in this case a euphemism for orgasm.

Valen does have some confusing but positive feelings when he sees the lyrics say “I wanna make a supersonic man out of you” and “I wanna make a supersonic woman of you” and he realizes you can do that. He’s definitely not the first person to have their bisexual awakening via Freddy Mercury, but he’s probably the first vampire (but not the last).

When the song is over, Valen sits on the couch, happy he did it, but resolving to never sing in public again.

“You did great,” Kane says. “Your voice is beautiful.”

Valen flushes and squirms, unsure of how to handle the praise.

Laken does karaoke next, then Jim takes a crack at it. They even manage to coerce Liz into trying it at one point, after the humans have loosened up with good food and beverages. It’s about as good of a party as can be managed with three humans and two vampires.

As their day of hanging out winds down, Jim says, "So, I wanted to say something. Um, you guys are free to go. I've been thinking about it, and... I don't wanna like, hold prisoners." He looks to Kane. "Just... as long as you're not gonna take anyone else."

"Never. Never ever, I'd never take anyone else." Kane promises. "Thank you so much for trusting us."

Valen is shocked. That was so fast. He'd expected to be kept here for much, much longer.

But it's also a little scary...where would they go? The thought of returning to normal life suddenly seems so overwhelming and impossible. What would he do?

"Thank you, Jim," says Valen. "I assure you that I would never let Kane do such a thing, even if he felt so inclined, though I know he doesn't." Valen turns to Kane. "I suppose we need to...talk about what we want to do, then, later when we're alone?"

Kane nods at Valen's question, but he's staring at Jim. He held Jim captive for five years, and Jim's letting him go after less than two weeks. He knows it's probably because of Valen, but still. "I'm so sorry for everything, Jim. Thank you for everything you've done for us."

Jim shrugs. "'Course. You were all fucked up. I wasn't just gonna leave you there. And, I mean, you could pretty much leave any time you wanted anyway, considering you can talk now and all. Figured I'd make it official. Plus the blood thing can't really go on forever, 'specially with the both of you." Jim explains. "Don't feel rushed or anything, though. This's gone... pretty much as great as it could possibly go. You've been awesome guests. Glad I could give you somewhere safe to heal up."

Valen deflates a little bit. It seems like Jim is mostly letting them go out of practicality, because he doesn't want to feed them anymore, rather than sentimentality. Part of Valen wants to stay longer, but it wouldn't be right given Jim and Liz have to feed them from their own bodies. He understands that no humans would really be eager to have them around, but...

"Um," says Valen nervously. "Would it be possible for me to ask for a favor? I...was on human territory originally to gather ingredients for an experiment I was conducting, but I'm not sure if I'll have the courage to work in human territory anymore." He reddens. "Would you be opposed to helping me gather some before we leave?"

"Yeah, I could help with that. Um, what was the experiment?" Jim asks.

"Valen was making blood!" Kane says excitedly. "He was making blood from mushrooms!"

Jim's eyebrows shoot up. "Really?"

Valen flushes, embarrassed. "Well–well I was trying to test various methods of making artificial blood...none of them were exactly successful, but...yes, that was my goal. Th-thank you in advance for your help." Valen ducks out of the conversation, regretting asking. He's not good at being confident in his experiment, since everyone says it can't work, and he hates talking about it --it makes him feel exposed and embarrassing.

Jim and Kane keep talking about the experiment while Valen goes to sit with Liz and Laken.

"He told me it's not enough to live off of, but it makes you feel full, staves off hunger." Kane says proudly. "And it just wasn't done yet. I'm sure Valen could do it if he kept trying. He's really smart."

"That would be amazing, I'll totally help." Jim agrees.

Valen goes to the table, sitting in front of the cake that Laken has brought. "Laken, I barely ever see human food. What is this, exactly? It looks delightful." It looks delightful in the way an oil painting looks delightful, with the icing shaped into flowers, and it smells about as appetizing to eat as an oil painting as well.

"Baking's kind of a science. You're into that stuff, right? If you get a bunch of chicken eggs, flour- that's from wheat- butter, milk, sugar, and baking power together, and you mix up the right amounts and cook 'em at the right temperature, you get this. I actually dunno what's in baking powder." Laken says.

"I've never been good at that stuff. Jim always cooked for me, and now I mostly do just the easiest stuff. I tried to make a birthday cake for Jim when I was 14 and it did not go well," Liz laughs.

"What are you guys talking about over there? Don't let her in my kitchen!" Jim calls.

Valen listens to Laken's explanation with fascination. "I would never have guessed. The artistry behind it is commendable. Humans are so clever." He taps a fork. "I know this is unconventional, but I'm...very curious as to what actually happens if I try to eat human food. I've never done it before. May I try some?" He knows he's probably really, really going to regrets this, but he's always had a hard time stamping out his curiosity. And they all look like they're enjoying it so much. This must be one of the more delicious human foods.

"Fuck yeah, I wanna know too! I already know blood tastes like copper. Tell me, too." Laken pushes their plate toward Valen. "Hope it doesn't make you sick, though."

"I don't think vampires get sick," Liz says with a shrug.

Valen cautiously takes a fork and cuts off a small piece. The texture looks like it would be interesting in his mouth, far more solid than anything he's ever eaten, and the icing is creamy. It looks like it should taste very good, but it smells just about like paint thinner. His nose warns him with increasing urgency to abort the mission as it gets closer to his mouth.

If vampires don't get sick, this must be as close to feeling sick as they do get. Valen immediately spits it out, unable to even keep it in his mouth long enough to swallow. "Oh--oh my," is all he's able to say.

Kane looks over. "Did you just eat human food?" he asks incredulously.

Laken laughs. "Yeah."

"No, he spit it out," Liz corrects. "You okay?"

"Physically, yes," he says. "Emotionally, I may be compromised from hereon out at the sight of cake." He bows his head mournfully. "A small price to pay for satiating curiosity." He grins. "Kane, you should try it too!"

"No thank you."

Liz and Laken eventually go. Jim makes plans to help Valen get the stuff from his house plus gathering materials. After that, Jim says, "Hey, I just wanna say, thanks. I dunno if I'd be able to handle being at home with Kane after everything if you weren't here too. And you're sweet for making me a whole outfit and everything, and you're really cool to hang out with. I know we haven't known each other that long, but I'm glad we're friends." He smiles.

"I'm so happy too, Jim,” Valen agrees. “You're so kind, and I owe you so much. If...if you'd like to, we can keep in touch?"

"I would be sad if we didn't!" Jim hadn't even considered the possibility that they wouldn't. He hugs Valen. "You don't owe me anything. I know it's not... the same, but I get how hard it is to come right out of captivity. I'm glad I could help it suck less."

Valen is so happy to be hugged. He'd wanted to, but knew Jim might be too afraid. Jim is the first friend he's made ever since he'd upended his life to try and live authentically and lost all his old ones... Though they could hardly be called friends after that.

While they're still hugging, Valen says quietly, "I do owe you. You have every right to kill Kane, but you let me keep him. I know it is little comfort to you now, but he really has changed completely. I know that...such a thing would be difficult, if not impossible, but I would love to see him make it up to you and the two of you become friends. I know I'm full of such lofty and impossible ideas, but I at least have to try."

Jim gets somewhat uncomfortable. "I can't do that. I can't just... be friends with him, after everything. I really can't." After he pulls away, he nervously palms at the neck of his turtleneck to make sure it's still there.

Valen folds his hands neatly in front of himself. "I understand completely. Forgive me for being so bold. Still, I hope you can find some sense of peace. He isn't dead, but the man who abused you is truly gone. I hope you never feel anxious about your safety again. You deserve to feel in control of your body. Everyone does."

Jim gives him a tiny smile. "Thanks. I've been trying. I think feeding him again's helped, in a weird way. 'Cause it's my choice now, I'm in control of it. I hope you and Kane can feel safe again, too."

***

Later that night, after the party is over and the humans are gone or sleeping, Valen and Kane lie interlocked on the air mattress in the basement. They both know it’s going to be the last time they sleep here–the last time they’re going to be here, under the authority of humans, and the thought is hard to wrestle with for both of them.

They’re going to be free. They’re going to be able to do whatever they want. It’s what they want, of course, but it’s still going to be….scary. And hard to adjust to.

Kane rolls over, red eyes shining in the darkness.

"Valen... after this, wherever we end up... would you want to stick together?" Kane asks timidly. "I had no one, in my old life, not really.”

Valen rubs his hands on Kane’s. "I also don't have much to go back to. Ever since I left my husband, I've had a very hard time making friends, or keeping the old ones. So...I think I would like that."

Kane slowly reaches out and brushes Valen’s hair out of his face. “I just want to stay with you, whatever you want to do."

Valen smiles, feeling warm, and puts his hand over Kane’s. “And I would be delighted to have you.”

***

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blackrabbit111 · 3 months

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~Twst android au, prequel draft~

"You are the sole heir to the worlds top tec company that makes everything from military weapons to remotes. Raised alone by your grandfather, you've found yourself alone since his passing and are struggling to find someone to turn too.

On a whim you go looking for one of his crack pot inventions in one of his old factory's. Only to find more then you were looking for"

An au fic I wrote months ago but never shared cuz insecure, But I'm down so I say heck to it 👍

Feed back and critic is appreciated especially on grammar😅Not sure how much I'll keep or if I will even make more but I might as well share what I've already made

The sound of a switch echoed as the warehouse lights shot on in uniform order one by one until the massive hanger sized warehouse was lit up.

The walls and roof were vast and the rows upon rows of shelves were endless, each filled with who knows what? All different types of machinery, a tec nerd might see this as some gold mine full of decades worth of technology going back nearly fifty years according to your newly bequeathed assistant.

You hadn’t even changed clothes yet. You were still in these uncomfortable shoes, these stuffy black clothes that were far too warm to wear indoors, even your hair had been newly styled at your “guardians” request.

You don’t even remember most of the day ... just stepping into the car.

“Master Yuu?” Your assistant’s voice tore you from your mindlessness, you hadn’t even noticed they’d stopped. You’d just kept walking down the isle of discarded tec.

“O-oh? Sorry Mira, and please don’t call me that” You asked, your voice quite as always. You hated having to force a smile but manners like other things had been drilled into as a child, so you had no choice.

“Of course, sorry” She gave you a sympathetic smile, one of the few you’d had despite the circumstance. With your years forcing smiles you had grown to recognize when someone else was faking it too.

Mira was genuine at least “Are you sure you're up to this? We can wait a few more days?”

You appreciated the thought, but your hand was going numb from signing forms. The owners of such documents, the sources of most of those forced smiles, they knew better than to be honest about what they wanted. Or else risk upsetting you and with the power you now had none of them could afford such a thing, for some literally.

You shook your head no “I’m fine, just tierd. This is the third warehouse we’ve checked after all”

Might as well of been the one hundred with the size of these things?! Your college campus was half the size of the last one

“Could you go check with the site manager and see if they had any luck tracking it down? I’d like to keep looking around on my own”

She nodded, lingering a bit before turning back to leave the way you both came her footsteps faded to echo’s and suddenly you were alone.

The shelves were daunting like this, shaded over from the different levels framed the discarded bot shells in a creepy way. Yet that wasn’t what was on your mind.

Not much … had been on your mind lately …

Everything had felt- fuzzy?

You were never the greatest at showing your feelings, you’d certainly been teased enough because of it growing up.

It was easier to just make friends. (literally)

Rustling through your pocket you pulled out an old worn leather-bound book. Its pagers were flakier than the old coot that had left it for you. Sticky notes and faded pages stuck out and fell lose as you flipped back through its ancient pages.

Sketches, notes and old diagrams were all etched into it. Most had been released, just one of his many sketch books you’d had the ‘joy’ of flipping through.

But there was one page that had caught your interest,

“Project Wonderland” God he sucked at naming things.

Among the faded doodles these few seemed the oldest, added in safter the pages had already been filled? Even Mira didn’t know what it was, and she seemed to have known more about his company than he had. She knew him more than you had...

“Project Wonderland, Log #037.

So far, all prototypes for model “Heart” have remained lacking, subject Ace ________ ____hap ___ _______ ___ ___ ___ ___ ____ ___________________ ________Riddle remains____ __________ ,strict rules_ _________. Further_______ ______ ______”

The rest was too faded.

Most of the scribbles summed up that amount. Even the more salvageable ones left too many holes to piece together anything that made sense?

You groaned trying to make sense of it all. This was just a way to get away from all the work you still had to do, Mira’s suggestion, if not you’d probably still be sat behind that oversized desk, in that oversized chair signing the endless rotation of papers brought by your newly acquired legal department.

Attending the by hourly meetings on new bot colors, branding and all the other topics you didn’t understand. That didn’t stop the bombarding you with requests and asking your opinions … more demanding...

Day in day out,

Right up until-

-Nya! Lunch time! -

You were again torn from your invasive thoughts, the pitchy voice crying out from your pocket.

-Nya! Lunch time! -

Pulling the device from your pocket its screeching only seemed to get louder-

-Nya! Lunch time! -

Small, grey with a bright blue screen. Its body, an old tomogachi toy you had as a kid, now turned into a travel sized version of an ai interface. Your first attempt, robots were child's play to you. At the age of ten you were making drones on par with your grandfathers. You could code before you could spell your own name, which made passing online tests a breeze.

Ai was different, specifically intelligent ones.

Nowadays it was rarer to see a machine that didn’t have some type of interface built in, even kid’s toys could remind the child to brush their teeth. But the ones used for androids, the ones running shop tills and driving buses.

Those were harder for you.

-Nya! Lunch time! -

“ALRIGHT! Sheesh....”

Generated, Response, intelligence, Model #008. Or Grim for short, you were still working out the kinks. Somehow it had begun to prioritize meal notifications, despite it being near 6pm it kept on screaming for lunch until you clicked off its alarm.

It’s been nearly 2 weeks since you’d last had a free moment to look at the code, which meant round the clock alerts at random.

You let out an audible groan “Maybe this really is a waste of time? ….....”

You stared at the old, tattered book in your hands. His name engraved in white tread across the wine-red material

“......”

How were you supposed to feel? You didn’t know?

You never knew, so when you could you’d just avoid it. Avoid feeling much of anything?

Hence the names the other kids called you.

“Freak-droid”, “Robot”, “dumb as a bot” .... it wasn’t your fault; you just weren’t good at being like them. You eventually learned to pretend, to force a smile or a chuckle when needed.

It was better anyway; the robots were better.

More time to hone your skills, why make friends when you can build them? That’s what you told yourself.

Alone at school, alone at home...

Nothing had changed … those two weeks ago..

You were still eating alone,

Still spending the evenings alone,

Still walking through those empty halls alone....

He was your only family, yet you were lucky if you saw him twice in one week. Either locked in his lab or at the office. He was never there. He was just, not with you, not beside you.

You’ve always been alone, so why-

“......”

Why now … did you feel so-

“......”

His name engraved in white tread across the wine-red material

You looked back at the books cover, His name still engraved in white tread across the wine-red material...

He was gone now...

You were now … alone...

“......”

It was quiet here....

“Project ...wonderland?” you mumbled out loud. You don’t know why, but you began giggling.

This was so unlike you, wandering around aimlessly. After this crazy idea that- that this MYSTERIOUS project could somehow be for you! Could somehow help you explain how to do a job you didn’t want or how you were supposed to feel or how to make this STUPID AI tell you about something other than LUNCH!!!

“......”

It was stupid of you … to think that...

“......”

You sniffled, having to dry your eyes before anything came out. You shook your head trying to think straight.

It had been a good distraction, but it wasn’t important. You could get some intern to find it for you, you had those now apparently and they seemed despite. They nearly decked each other the first time you met after asking for a drink.

Give extra credit to whichever one found it~

Perfect! You took another sharp inhale and turned to leave, ready to head back to the office. No doubt there would be a whole new stack of papers there to greet you when you arrive.

Only to crash face first.

Stumbling back, you looked up confused, there wasn’t anything behind you a moment ago-

What you saw made you jump.

He was tall, like REALLY tall. The dim light in of the war house casting his dark slender form in a shadow simply from looking down at you, his raven hair falling over his broad shoulders, his chiseled features pale as a ghost yet sharp and defined.

He looked almost ethereal, if not for his eyes...

They cut through the shadow that painted his form as if they glowed like screens in the dark.

A piercing green that seemed to dance through the many shades, cut through by the black slit of his pupils.

You were speechless, almost afraid to move in case he might pounce. A green grew on his face, as if your nerves amused him.

“Are you okay?”

His voice was deep, smooth, yet his tone was gentle? You were able to relax a little more but were still wary. Why was he here? Had he been following you?!

“What do you want?” You ask bluntly, your voice is flat, yet he only seems to grin more at it letting out a small chuckle.

“You were looking for something weren’t you? It’s a big facility, so I thought you could use some help”

“How did you-?!”

“Your assistant went back to speak the site manager; I noticed you weren’t with her, I’m sorry if I'm interrupting you” His appearance was still daunting, but he seemed genuine enough? You assumed he must work here.

“O-oh? No, it’s alright, thank you. I was just heading back anyway”

His head tilts “No luck then?”

You shock your head “Something like that” Your forced smile grew back, deciding to be pleasant instead “I have better things to be doing is all, could you point me towards the exit?”

A hand lifts to his chin as he lets out a hum in thought.

“I believe I know a short cut? You took a rather unorthodox route here from what I could tell” He beamed again raising one hand to his chest while extending the other to guide the way, his sleek yet dark appearance, butler like movements plus his kind smile brought to mind a certain show you’d watched a few years ago?

You thanked him, walking past him down the isles weaving left or right with his direction.

He walked a few steps behind you simply directing you as a turn came up, otherwise you were both silent.

The route was bizarre? Weaving in and out like an ally cat over a neighborhood's walls or roof tops, a fair comparison with his dark hair and and bright eye color, all in all you felt more lost than anything?

Did he really know the way? His assuring nature just made him feel like he knew what he was talking about?

“Sorry, but are you sure-?” Concerned, you turned to ask him about where he was taking you only to find more empty isles of shelves. This tall dark stranger had vanished, you looked around thinking you might have just gotten ahead of him? But he was nowhere to be seen...

You cursed under your breath....

He had ditched you, you felt stupid for not too of seen this coming. After your little “Episode” you’d been so frustrated to get out you didn’t even think about it. At least he’d only gotten you lost, given your new net worth MUCH worse could have happened.

You let out another sigh, you were really done with this.

You began to dig around in your pocket for your phone, deciding to just call Mira and the staff to come find you.

As you pulled it out your annoying- you're in need of updating Tamagotchi toy tumbled out with it.

You groaned again, just one more thing gone wrong.

-Nya! Lunch time! -

It had slid under one of the shelving units, peering underneath you could just see it on the other side. The lights were out on that side, so it was a little hard to tell?

After failing to swat at it you relented to having to try squeeze between the gaps of the two units, it was tight and the creaking noises it made as you nudged it made you nervous-

-Nya! Lunch time! -

But you knew it wouldn’t stop sending alerts if you didn’t get it...

So, between the metal frames it was~!

Squeezing your way through, you just managed to make it without knocking much off, you finally reach this annoying pest of a program.

-Nya! Lunch time! -

-Nya! Lu-

And off it goes....

You’re about to plop your ‘pet’ back in your pocket when a light catches your eye?

A low flash of red was glowing from the corner pile.

This space was narrow, a small corner tucked away behind the shelves you hadn’t been able to see with the lack of lighting and old parts blocking your view from the isle.

Walled in by the units and the warehouse walls, meaning you could just barely squeeze in.

Stumbling a bit, you saw the source of the low red light.

Two sleek metal crates, each taller yourself, were stacked against the wall tucked away between bits of cardboard. Each one looked huge black versions of those fancy box's phones come in, the red light shining from beneath its seal?

Both metal caskets had gold engraving carved into their surfaces, some type of registration number and a symbol?

“A1-164-♥ & D2-164-♥?” each read with a golden heart displayed above?

It took a moment to click before you were again digging through your back pocket for the withered remains of a notebook, he’d left you.

-Model Heart-

“Project … wonderland?” you mumbled aloud now looking at these caskets like they were some mythical creatures that had hopped out from a children's story.

Digging through the faded pages had already been difficult, now near impossible with only the glow of these things to see. You scanned it for anything that still counted as language that mentioned these things?

Finally, a passage mostly filled with flawed calculations caught your eye

“___ ________ ____ sleep mode while ins____,

_____ _______________ _______urther funds ____ ______ coffins develop___”

“____subject Silv____ ___ _______ ________ more time in sleep_____.

_______ _____ bug reports t_ ___________ later.”

The rest is more faded calculations.

The texts were mostly useless, it was the sketches that caught your eye.

Like most of this leather-bound pile of dust the sketches were rough, looking to be more concepts rather than any type of blueprints? They mentioned some type of access panel on the front, molded to match one of the seven symbols outlined in more detail earlier in the notes.

It was easy to assume it was that gold heart etched into the metal caskets casing.

You didn’t really think, more just acted.

Reaching out, you laced your palm over the etching of a golden heart.

Nothing happened, at first, but suddenly the gold coloring was painted over by that same crimson red from under the seal. The etching became filled in causing you to flinch and pull your hand back, as if it had sent some type of signal to its twin, the other caskets matching heart also lit up now an almost blinding light.

“Palm scan complete~

Connection established” An obnoxiously cheery voice sang

“Running security check,

Running diagnostics check,

Running personal check” It read off line after line, running upload bars through one after the other. Most of the more complicated one’s were lost on you and your limited knowledge of software; it was much easier for you to follow the hardware terminology meaning at the very least you could piece together it was running checks on some type of high moveability machine?

“All preparation checks complete for model’s A1-164-♥ & D2-164-♥.

How gracious~

Beginning reupload of data files of model’s A1-164-♥ & D2-164-♥” It had all loaded pretty quickly until now, each screen uploading in seconds, but now-

“Loading-

Loading-

-ERROR-

Unable to recover crucial data, beginning recovery measures-

-ERROR-

-ERROR-” Both screens began to flash with alerts, as if the system’s attempts to recover whatever it couldn’t was somehow causing the other files to corrupt. You were by no means an expert, but you knew if you didn’t act soon the whole system would be unsalvageable

“-ERROR-

-ERROR-

-ERROR-” still panicked, you put your hand back to the screen swiping away as many of the alerts as you could to try and get at the recovery icon.

“-ERROR-

-ERROR-”

The alerts were popping up faster than you could close them, with little other choice you did the only thing you could think of in this panicked moment

“Cancel recovery measures! Proceed with upload as is!” You yelled hoping for some type of response, and just as you did the corrupting screens froze, the loading bar froze, the whole screen froze …. before another loading bar popped up.

Slowly it filled, there was a brief pause before-

“Upload complete~

All systems ready, deactivating sleep mode for models A1-164-♥ & D2-164-♥”

A relived sigh escaped you, the screen shut off before the crimson glow faded as both seals jutted forward a white cloud of steam blowing out as the casket undid its releases.

The doors slid open, tucking their lids around each of their left sides.

The cloud died down finally letting you see inside, having the squint at first you thought at first you were mistaken. But now you were certain, two figures stood within.

One with boyish features, red spikey hair and a heart shape painted over one eye.

The other slightly taller, features sharper with flat raven hair and a spade shape painted to match their opposite.

Wide eyed, you didn’t notice you held a breath once they stepped forward. You tried to speak, ask them questions like if they were okay or why they were in there? Only for it to come out as mumbles once their eyes both shot open in synch. That same pixelated crimson flashing over their eyes only to fade again replaced by their respective red and blue iris’s.

The red one blinked, you held your breath again...

The blue one held its head staggering a bit before both their sights landed on you.

….....

…....

You all stood their starring for a moment; afraid moving might activate some attack mode or-

“Excuse me but-”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH?!!?”

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