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blossomingimagines · 3 years

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Icarus

Harley Quinn x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,703

Summary: Like Icarus she had flown too close to the sun and fell-- though you were certain the fall Icarus suffered from wasn't a descent into madness. It was unfortunate that she had always been your own sun. Always pulling you in no matter how far you may go to escape. You just hope you won't get too close this time. As you were sure this fall would be the greatest of all.

Notes: I saw this idea floating about and decided to give it a try. Hopefully it isn't too disappointing for you all. This is going to be left open-ended in case you all want more in this universe, which I don't know if you will. (You knew Harley Quinn before she was Harley Quinn. You were rivals, in whatever capacity, and she always beat you. Until suddenly you were her therapist at Arkham.)

I also got the idea from @kiraimagine. (Wanted to give credit where credit is due as this idea was a really good one and I enjoyed writing it.)

Warnings: Mental illnesses as depicted in Arkham.

The tale of Icarus was one that you were familiar with. How he had dreamed of something for his entire life and that had ended up being his downfall. Flying too close to the sun, despite the many warnings beforehand, and his plummet back to Earth. It was a tale that you associated with personally. For you were Icarus-- wanting something so bad that you would do anything to achieve it. No matter how far you would fall because of it.

Harleen Quinzel was your sun.

You had known her for most of your life. Meeting on the playground at the start of fifth grade-- you had tripped over something and ended up sprawled in front of her and her friends. Her golden-white locks pulled back into a loose ponytail as she stood above you. Her blue eyes mocking as she took in your expression. You had scrambled to your feet with fumbling apologies escaping your mouth. Your face became as red as the shirt she had been wearing. Despite your efforts, however pathetic they may have been, she had barely given you a second glance before walking away. Her ever-loyal posse following along like lap dogs. And, even as you turned to head back towards your friends, you couldn’t get her bright blue eyes out of your head. Making you feel like you were falling all over again.

From then on a rivalry was born between the two of you-- whether you were aware of it or not. You were a person that wasn’t even in the same galaxy as her radar and suddenly you became the direct center of it. Whatever things you took interest in, Harleen always followed. Of course, it always looked like a complete coincidence that she ended up taking the same courses as you. Always excelling at everything she put her mind to-- you in a close second.

Even as you aged, going from knobby-kneed kids to maturing teenagers, Harleen had made it her mission in life to always one-up you. To always make sure that she was around no matter what. The first day of your sophomore year had been a clear indicator of that fact.

The crowded hallways of Gotham High were roaring with life. From incoming freshmen that were trying to get their bearings to returning seniors that were establishing their claim as the rulers of the school. You just rolled your eyes at all the showboating that was going on as you made your way to your locker. A hand clutching on your bag as you were jostled for the millionth time by a football player.

Finally catching sight of your locker was like a breath of fresh air. A small sliver of sanctuary that you needed within the bustling halls. However, as quickly as the happy feeling appeared it vanished without a trace at the sight of the woman leaning against the locker adjacent to yours.

Harleen Quinzel-- in all her glory.

Light blonde hair falling loosely past her shoulders. Painted lips pulled into a smirk as she listened to the jock standing before her. Though you could clearly tell she wasn’t actually listening. As her, normally sharp blue eyes were dull at the incessant rambling of the boy.

Hoping that you could quickly open your locker and deposit everything before she noticed, you slowly made your way towards them. Seeing that she was still distracted by the jock, you felt a small smile tug at your lips. Glad that at least something was going your way today.

You shouldn’t have celebrated so early.

The moment you made contact with your lock a perfectly manicured hand appeared on top of yours. Your heart-stopping at the feeling of her smooth skin on yours. Your wide eyes meeting her devious blue as she smirked at you. Numbly you noted that they were once again the sparkling blue that you were so familiar with. Though you couldn’t find it within yourself to celebrate the fact. Not when she was leaning towards you ever-so-slightly.

“Y/N,” she purrs. “I was wondering when you were going to show up. The school is not the same with my best girl gone.”

For a moment you actually think she cared for your wellbeing, but the glimmer in her eyes made you think otherwise. Your lips thin into a line as your annoyance grows. You didn’t think you had the patience to deal with her today.

“What do you want, Harleen?”

A faux look of hurt flashed across her face. “I’m wounded that you think I need something from you, Y/N.” Her other hand rubs your arm-- you try to desperately ignore the goosebumps that appeared because of the action. Though you were certain she was aware of it-- if the look on her face was anything to go by. “I was just wondering if you knew that we were both in the same AP classes?”

Your stomach drops at the news. Her devious smile only causes your nerves to fray even more. “How? I changed my schedule three times.”

Harleen shrugs. “Looks like it was a match made in heaven.”

You shake your head with a frown starting to furrow your brow. “No, I know you did something. There’s no way we accidentally ended up in the same classes again.” Your annoyed gaze meets her amused one. “Why? Why do you like doing this to me? Don’t you have better things to do?”

At your questions, her smile falls from her lips. A sharp look flashing across her face as she leaned closer to you-- almost to the point of her nose brushing against yours. You wanted to take a step back but the hand on your bicep stopped you. You had never seen Harleen look so angry before. Even if she wasn’t completely showing you everything she was feeling. You could tell by the darkening of her eyes-- an almost desperate quality hiding underneath.

“I think you know exactly why I do what I do,” she hisses. “You just refuse to see what’s standing right in front of you. You choose to be blind to everything.”

Her voice elevates slightly towards the end of her sentence. An almost shrill quality to her tone that you had never heard before. It causes a small wince to flash across your face. Your eyes glancing towards the other occupants of the hallway. You didn’t want anyone to be listening in on this… whatever this was.

Harleen, noticing where your attention had diverted to, seems to pull herself together as she takes a step back from you. Her hand finally releasing your bicep out of the death grip she had imprisoned it in. Though the same darkened expression in her eyes remained even as she smiled at you.

“But that’s no matter,” she continues in a calmer tone. As if her outburst had never happened. “Just know that until you realize what you’ve been blind to I’ll always be here.” Harleen inclines her head ever-so-slightly towards you, her voice dropping into a whisper. “Nothing will ever be better than that.”

Then she was gone.

Only leaving behind the faint scent of her perfume and the confused feeling in your very soul.

Even now you still had no idea what she had meant. High school passed you by in the same manner as your other school years. In a standoff with Harleen Quinzel for the top student position, which she won by barely a point. Not that you were too surprised she beat you at that too. No matter how egotistical she may be, you could admit that she was highly intelligent. In another life, you could even see yourself being friends with her. If only life had turned out slightly differently for you both…

College seemed to be the only reprieve you were ever going to get from her. So you were excited to apply to as many as you could. Wanting to have as many options to choose from as possible. Anything to minimize the chance of Harleen choosing the same one-- even if deep in your heart you wanted nothing more than for her to do just that.

Learning at graduation that she was going to Metropolis for school had been a shock. As you had been deliberating going there as well. That was before your mother got sick and you decided to stay in Gotham, however. A fact that you didn’t think twice about sharing with Harleen.

Sometimes you look back at the night and curse yourself for opening your mouth.

The party was already in full swing as you stepped into the house. Loud music blaring through the speakers. The sound waves caused the very house to shake. It was lucky that the host of the party lived so far away from anyone else. It wouldn’t do to have the party shut down by what was left of Gotham’s police force. Moving deeper into the party, you bypass throngs of people dancing to the beat of the song and random couples that were lost in each other. Your eyes scan the room for a quieter place that you could just rest in until the rest of your friends arrived.

Thankfully, the search didn’t take that long as you quickly found a relatively abandoned corner. You gratefully lean against a wall once you reach it. Thankful that you had been able to find a spot that you could hide away in. As the party scene had never been a place you thrived in. Rolling your neck, you try to get rid of some of the tension that had settled over your shoulders from the past few days. Things at home were only getting more complicated but you know you made the right decision in deciding to stay. Even if Metropolis would have been a hell of a lot nicer than Gotham.

Movement from in front of you causes your eyes to widen as a solo cup is thrust into your hands. The flimsy plastic bending in your hands as you stared at the woman who had given it to you. Your mouth pressing into a thin line at the sight of her devious smirk.

Harleen Quinzel, of course.

“I’m really not in the mood right now, Harleen,” you sigh. “Why don’t you go hang out with your friends and leave me alone?”

Harleen pouts. “But you’re my best girl, Y/N. Why would I leave you all alone?”

“Because your friends are probably looking for you.” You try to offer in hopes that she would just leave you alone. You didn’t feel like hearing her gloat about getting the valedictorian spot. Her laughter was not the response you were expecting, however.

“Oh, Y/N/N, what am I going to do with you?” She asks but you’re sure it was rhetorical. Though at your continued silence her eyes flash with annoyance. “You still don’t get it, do you?”

You sigh, Harleen and her mind games were not what you signed up for when you agreed to come to the party. “I don’t know what it is I’m supposed to be getting, Harleen. Maybe if you actually told me then I might.”

She grins at you. “Now where’s the fun in that?” Her head tilts ever-so-slightly as she appraises you. As if she suddenly realized that you were wearing a low-cut dress-- courtesy of your best friend. Her blue eyes shone with varying emotions that you couldn’t even begin to decipher. Though they soon snapped back up to your face as if she suddenly realized something. “But that doesn’t matter really. I’m certain you’ll figure it out when we’re in college.”

Her words make your stomach drop. “What?”

“When we’re in college, Y/N.” Harleen drawls. “You know the place where we’re going to be going for the next four years?”

“What do you mean we?”

Her laughter, once again, catches you off guard. “Didn’t you know? We’re going to be going to the same college. I heard through the grapevine that we both got accepted to Metropolis University. Go Sharks.”

You frown, your next words coming out before you could even think. “But I’m not going to Metropolis University.”

Harleen completely freezes at that. Her eyes turn razor-sharp as the smile falls from her face. “What?”

You gulp. “I’m not going to Metropolis University, Harleen. I was but then some personal issues came up so I’ve decided to stay in Gotham.” You shrug with a rueful smile pulling at your lips. “I’m going to Gotham University. So it looks like I’m going to be a Nighthawk and you’re going to be a Shark.”

The smile falls from your face, however, at the look, Harleen gives you because of the joke. Her expression darkened even more as each second ticked by. Only the call of her name from her friends pulled her attention from you-- though she seemed more annoyed at the interruption. Thinking about the quickest escape routes you could take, to hell with your friends, you begin to shift away from the wall. Only to have Harleen suddenly grab both of your forearms and yank you towards her. Your face almost smashed against hers as she held you. Her voice coming out in a low whisper.

“We’ll see about that.”

Before you could react, her lips pressed against yours in a brief kiss before she was gone.

Only the scent of her perfume and the feel of her on your lips remaining.

You hadn’t been surprised that come fall she had appeared in your lecture hall. Her ever-present smirk flashing towards you as she took her seat a few rows in front of you. You weren’t even surprised that she had taken the same major as you. After all, you both had always been eerily similar in your interests in that regard.

Sometimes you wish you had chosen something else.

Anything else.

That’s all that could run through your mind as you made your way down darkened halls. Your heels clicking against the floor with a resounding presence that almost made you wince. The faint moans of the criminally insane echo from deeper recesses in the building. You try to not tense at the sounds. Your armed escort led you down various halls and security checkpoints before you finally reached your destination.

A door, plain as all the others, stood between you and the reason you had returned to Gotham. You didn’t want to, God did you not want to, but getting a call from Mayor Hill had changed things. You had met the man on several occasions and you had never even considered the possibility of him begging anyone. Hearing the desperate plea within his words flashed you back to a time when your mother was still alive. When there wasn’t a giant bat protecting the streets of Gotham. You hadn’t had the heart to decline.

Even if you wish you had now.

Turning to one of the guards stationed at the door, you nod. Steeling yourself for what you are about to witness. Your back straightened as your hands tightened on the various files you were holding. Your resolve only wavering as you stepped into the room. Your eyes take in the large abundance of space that surrounds the single cage in the direct center of the room. A single figure entwined with silk in the middle of it.

Moving down the staircase, you try to ignore the way the figure's burning gaze followed you. The intensity behind it is both so familiar and completely foreign. Standing directly before the cage, you finally are close enough to the figure to see the way burning blue eyes took in every small aspect of you. A familiar smirk began to make its way onto her face when she finally met your gaze with hers.

“There’s my best girl.” A grin takes the place of her smirk. A sight that causes your heart to lurch in your chest. Yet another reminder of why you didn’t want to come back to Gotham. Why you never wanted to return to the place that had taken everything from you. “I was wondering when you were going to visit me.”

“Hello, Harleen.”

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mandowh0re · 3 years

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Remember Me

Chapter 3

Summary: While cleaning up the timelines that he broke, Loki meets and inevitably loses the one person that’s understood him in life. But he’s not losing you without a fight.

A/N: Beta’d by the ever beautiful @edgyvege. Go show her some love!

Warnings: Mention of suicide, attempted kidnapping

Word Count: 2892

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When Loki is finally confident enough that he wouldn’t look like a fool, he settles down in his bed and grabs the book you had given him, and enters the number inside the cover.

He ignores the fact that his hands tremble as he taps ‘call’ with his index finger.

The phone rings a few times before you pick up.

“Hello?”

“Hello, darling.”

“Loki?”

“Is anyone else calling you ‘darling’? That would certainly be a shame,” he grins as he settles back into the pillows behind him.

He hears you giggle before you respond, “No. Just you. I think if anyone else called me that I’d punch them.”

“That would be intriguing.”

You giggle again, “I miss you.”

It’s a moment before he replies. Loki bites his lip, butterflies coming to life in his stomach, “It’s only been a few days, dear.”

“I know. I still miss you though,” you rub your finger across the wood grain of the counter.

“I miss you as well. Please know, this is not how I would court you if I had things my way.”

“Court me?”

“I-” he sits up, “Ah. I thought… Was I not-“

“I’m kidding,” You interrupt his sudden anxious rambling, “Calm down.”

He hears you chuckle and he takes a few careful deep breaths.

Joking.

Typical of you.

“You think you are funny, darling?” Loki pokes as he rests back into his pillow.

“I like to believe so,” You turn away from the counter and lean against it.

“You are lucky that I find you so endearing,” His voice is deep.

“Is that so?” You tongue your cheek.

“It is,” His voice is even and playful again.

The conversation flows from there, easily and freely. The two of you talk about nothing and everything for hours. When the conversation would die down, one of you would grasp for a new topic, neither one of you wanting to end the call.

It becomes a daily routine. Every evening, Loki would call and the two of you would often talk late into the night until you didn't have a choice but to go to bed for work the next morning.

It’s Thursday again, and you’re floating around your shop, hanging some new decor you had bought to brighten up the small space.

It’s been two months since Loki first showed up, and you can’t remember a time when you were happier.

There was no label between the two of you. You sometimes wished there was. But Loki, though confident and smooth talking, seemed to hold some reservations. He never shared them with you, but you could tell in the small changes of his expressions or body language when the flirting began to go too far, or how he expertly changed the subject if the conversation veered too far into relationship territory.

But even so, you were content. You finally had two good friends, after years of pushing away anyone who got too close. The fear of hurting those closest to you, or vise versa, always creeping in the back of your mind.

Your mind tried to make you do the same with Loki, and eventually Thor, but the rational part of you knew that they could protect themselves. At the same time, something deep inside of your soul somehow knew that you could trust the raven-haired god.

And it annoyed you to no end. You always did your best to follow reason. It was your way of ensuring your own and others’ safety. But it felt impossible to ignore the feeling of security you had around him.

The windchimes tinkle once again and you smile to yourself. You’re standing on a chair to reach the low ceiling, taping some colorful paper flowers to the dull off-white paint.

“Hey, Loki.” You greet happily, applying the last piece of tape and stepping down from the chair.

There’s a hand on your waist, and, thinking it’s Loki, you turn and go to place your hands on his chest only to see a tall, brooding man behind you. You jump, and take a step backwards.

He’s dressed in civilian clothes, but you know better. You see the edges of a tattoo peeking from just beneath his jacket collar. There’s an indent in his jeans, suggesting he’s concealing a knife. And his boots are almost military grade.

Your eyes flick towards the door, hoping to see Loki walk in.

He doesn’t.

“Can I help you with something?” You ask, taking a subtle step back.

His eyes scrape down your body and you’re suddenly sick to your stomach. Whether he’s sizing you up, searching for weapons, or just looking at you like a piece of meat, you’re unsure. But you don’t like it.

“Your presence is requested.”

You raise a brow and try to take another step back, but the bookshelf behind you keeps you from moving any further.

“You should leave,” You tell him, narrowing your eyes, “And tell Hayward to go to hell.”

He grabs your wrists and pulls you flush against him, his hot breath fanning across your face, “Listen here, little girl. You’re coming with me, quietly. I have never failed a mission, and I don’t plan on starting today.”

Realizing you have no other options, you brace yourself against the shelf behind you as you begin to call upon the energy around you, white light balling between your captive hands. It reflects against the various decorations you had just hung up, them swaying just slightly and the growing wind around you, and just before you blast the agent to hell, a different force rips him from you.

Because his hands are still connected to you, the force makes you tumble forwards, slamming into the ground with him. You lift your head from the carpet and look up, confused as hell, and your eyes immediately land on Loki. He must have come in right after you had been grabbed. You didn’t even hear the windchimes this time.

Loki’s eyes seem to glow just slightly, and he looks absolutely furious. He leans down to pick your attacker up by the throat and slams him against a wall, a knife materializing in Loki’s other hand. He raises it to the man’s throat in an instant, leans in, and sneers, “I should kill you where you stand for even gazing upon her,” Loki growls, pressing the knife further into his skin and drawing blood, “Touching her?” Another millimeter deeper, “That deserves a punishment worse than death.”

Your brain suddenly catches up to the situation and you run up to Loki, grabbing his arm, “Hey! Hey, I’m okay!” You tug at him gently, hoping to keep him from committing murder in the middle of your store.

“Brother!” A familiar voice booms behind you. You spin on your heels to see Thor, an annoyed expression on his face.

“He attacked me,” You blurt, knowing that Loki could get in a lot of trouble for this outburst, “Loki was just trying to help.”

Thor looks at you, his expression softening, before he looks back to the other two men and walks over to them. He places a large hand on Loki’s shoulder, “Brother, let me deal with him. We do not want to cause a spectacle.”

Loki’s hold on the man tightens, before he rips himself away, his knife disappearing allowing a trickle of blood to leave the cut on the man’s throat.

Thor made a call and the man was subsequently arrested and taken away.

After the cruiser drives off, Thor walks back into the shop where he had left you and Loki, and offers you a kind smile.

“Brother, what do you say we bring her back to the compound for the evening?”

Loki’s head snaps up, his eyes landing on his brother’s, “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Thor shrugs, “I don’t see why not.”

Loki looks to you and intertwines his fingers with yours, “What do you think?”

You smile back at him, squeezing his hand, “Sounds good to me.”

***

After locking up the store, Thor and Loki guide you to the empty alleyway they usually use for Loki to transport them.

There’s a tingling sensation all over your body, and gold specks dot your vision before you’re suddenly on a grass lawn. You look up and your eyes blow wide, seeing the Avengers Compound right in front of you. The place is huge. You’d seen pictures before, but never imagined it to be as large and complex as what you’re currently seeing.

As Thor leads you both toward the silver and glimmering building in front of you, you feel Loki’s hand slip into yours again.

You look up to him and smile before your eyes are pulled away, meeting the glances of the compound staff as your presence momentarily distracts them from their current tasks.

You step into Loki’s space, pushing yourself closer to his side, making the others’ glances fade from your attention as his proximity makes you feel safer.

Once making your way past the main yard, and a long driveway, you arrive at what you assume is the main entrance of the building, though you do not stop there. Thor finally stops when you meet him in a back hallway near one of two elevators. Thor presses the call button, taking you gods know where.

You’re still pressed into Loki, though now you’re using him as a crutch, feeling a little faint. Whether from the dramatic turn of events or the teleportation, you have no idea. Either way, this wasn’t what you had expected for today and in all honesty, you’re incredibly overwhelmed.

“Is everything alright?” Loki asks, noticing the extra weight against him and your increasingly labored breaths.

You nod, but the movement makes you dizzy and you clutch onto Loki, eyes screwing shut, “I think I need to lie down.”

Thor and Loki exchange worried glances.

“Take her to your room. I shall speak with the others.”

Loki nods, carefully sweeping you into his arms. As soon as the metal doors slide open, he makes a beeline towards his own room. He unlocks his door with magic, a shimmering green momentarily covering the knob before disappearing. The door opens itself, allowing Loki to keep from jostling you too much.

He walks over to his bed, carefully depositing you on top. He grabs the soft green throw blanket that Peter had gotten him as a welcome gift some time ago and carefully places it over your form. He leans down and brushes the hair away from your face, nimble fingers softly caressing your face.

“You have had quite a day. Rest now.”

You smile at him, pulling the blanket farther over yourself.

“Stay?”

Loki smiles warmly, before climbing into bed with you, his back resting against the headboard. You turn to snuggle into him, and soon you’re fast asleep.

***

You wake a few hours later, feeling much better than you had earlier in the day. You notice that the space next to you is now empty, and you sit up to take in your surroundings.

The room is a generous size. The walls are painted grey, and the bed is larger than any bed you’ve slept on, adorned with a fluffy and extremely soft black comforter. There’s a dark stained heavy wooden dresser against one of the walls, a large gold mirror hanging above it. A large bookshelf lines the same wall, filled to the brim with books, and you notice that every book you recommended to him in the last two months were on a shelf of their own.

On another wall, a desk is tucked into the corner, neat and organized with a small black leather book sitting atop. To the left of the large bed is a closed door, and on the right is a door that’s slightly ajar, and you can see it’s an ensuite bathroom.

One of the walls is completely made up of floor to ceiling windows, and the room faces the west so you can see the colors of the sky morphing into an array of purples, oranges, and pinks as the sun sets. It’s a breathtaking sight.

You climb out of the bed, keeping the fluffy blanket around your shoulders. Curious as to where Loki had gone, you leave the room, looking both ways to try and remember which way you had come from earlier. Choosing at random, you begin your small journey, hoping to everything that you don’t run into an Avenger. How the hell were you supposed to explain that one?

Apparently, you chose correctly because the further you go, you begin to hear voices.

You peek around the corner to see a large open living area, and your jaw drops. Whenever you imagined the Avengers’ living space, you imagined sleek, modern decor, and expensive as shit furniture that would look as if nobody even used it.

And while you were mostly correct, you were also met with a bright room with floor to ceiling windows, picture frames on the walls and tables. The black leather chairs and couches looked well loved, and there were different colored throw blankets all over the place.

Loki was sat next to Thor on a loveseat, while several other members of the team were scattered throughout the room.

You hadn’t even been listening to what they were saying, but you hear your name and you immediately hone in on the conversation, hiding behind the wall once more.

“All I’m saying is that a little notice would have been nice.” You think the voice belongs to Tony Stark.

“If it was any other circumstance, it would have been planned ahead of time. But after she was attacked, I don’t believe any of us were comfortable with leaving her alone.” That was Thor.

“Speaking of, I called the police department to ask about her attacker. They said he committed suicide with cyanide.” Natasha states.

The entire room falls into silence, before Steve pipes up, “That sounds a bit too familiar.”

“Why would HYDRA be after her?” Clint asks, and everyone looks to Loki.

Loki shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

“Brother?” Thor pushes.

Loki sighs, “I promised her I would not tell a soul.”

“Look, Loki,” Steve moves closer to the edge of his seat, “I understand you want to protect her, but we can’t help you protect her without knowing why she’s being targeted.”

“I can protect her myself.” Loki growls, but Thor gently places his hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“You can, but she would be safer with all of us protecting her. You have not dealt with HYDRA before, and therefore do not understand their capabilities. You trust me, and I trust my team. Tell us why Y/N is being hunted.” Thor tries to reason.

Loki sighs again, and you wonder what the hell they’re talking about. It wasn’t HYDRA who was after you. It was SWORD… Right? You feel nerves begin to take hold of you, and you clutch at the fabric around your shoulders.

And how the hell did Loki know why they wanted you? You hadn’t told him anything about that specific part of your past or of your abilities, much less making him promise anything.

So your heart falls to your stomach when you hear Loki’s next words.

“She has these… Abilities. She can manipulate the energy around her to do just about anything she wants. Back in timeline 656, she used her powers to help the resistance and destroy that timeline. But here, in this timeline, she has yet to mention these powers to me. I think she’s afraid. I know that her parents were SHIELD agents and were killed while on a mission when she was ten years of age.”

“If her parents were part of SHIELD, they may have been involved with HYDRA.” Tony offers.

“I think we have a visitor.” Wanda says, effectively ending the conversation.

You curse internally, but don’t move in hopes that maybe she was talking about someone else.

But suddenly Loki steps around the corner, a horrified look on his face, “Darling?”

You look up at him, and suddenly you’re angry. You’re unsure why. Maybe it’s because you worked so hard in life to stay off the radar of people like the Avengers. Maybe it’s because your efforts in keeping your secret to yourself were in vain because somehow Loki still knows. Maybe it’s because you’re suddenly terrified. Of yourself, of the Avengers, of HYDRA.

Your eyes flick over to the Avengers, who are now all looking at you in silence.

Loki moves to touch you, but suppressed survival instincts kick in and a blast of white energy bursts from your body, sending Loki flying into another wall. Your hands fly to your mouth.

“I- I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean-”

Thor steps closer to you, hands up in a placating gesture, “It’s alright. Take a breath. Nobody is going to hurt you.”

You take a step back, seeing all the horrified eyes on you.

Loki can see where this is going, so with a flick of his hand, he puts you to sleep, jumping to catch you before you hit the ground.

“This is what I wanted to avoid.” He spits, hoisting you up for the second time that day.

“Loki-” Thor tries, but he’s gone before the god can finish.

***

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toplinetommy · 3 years

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54+57 for Cale from the updated smut list? Thanks!

turned what i thought was a wholesome smut request into this, also i’ve decided i absolutely love writing for cale

“Alright guys,” Tyson yawned, moving to stand up. “I’m calling it a night.”

“Yeah, me too,” Sammy agrees, joining Tyson in jumping out of the hot tub. You and Cale both bid them goodnight before you’re left alone in the warm water, the moon shining high in the sky.

It was all-star week and a bunch of the guys had decided to rent out a cabin in Aspen, most of the girlfriends and wives tagging along for the vacation, too. The cabin you all rented was beautiful with an all wood interior, a wrap around porch and accompanying balconies for most of the bedrooms. The extra large hot tub had to be everyone’s favorite amenity, enjoying it when both the sun and the moon were high in the sky.

You floated closer to your boyfriend, even with the newfound space, and found yourself sitting in his lap. Your hands fell atop his bare shoulders as he gripped your waist where the straps of your bottoms rest.

“Alone at last,” you tease, brushing a stray dipper of water off his rosy cheek.

“Alone at last,” Cale laughs in agreement. Quietness surrounds the both of you, the only noise coming from the woods surrounding you. You’re pretty sure everyone inside is either asleep or in bed with the lack of noise. You stare at one another for a moment, admiring the moonlight casting into your boyfriend’s pale skin.

A shiver runs through you as a large gust of wind blows through the air and Cale chuckles at you. His fingers brush against your waist in a comforting manner, a smile on his lips as he drinks you in.

You’re wearing a bright red bikini, a stark contrast to the color of your skin. It accentuates your chest in a way that has Cale trying to focus on anything else. His eyes follow the falling droplets of water scattered across your skin and the way your hips suddenly move against his. His eyes shoot up to yours at the action, his fingers tightening their grip.

You rock your hips against his once more with a smirk, before leaning and placing your lips on his. His hands pull your in tighter as you kiss him, your lips moving in sync with one another. The hot bubbles splash against your back, keeping you warm in the below freezing temperatures. His hands trail from your hips to your ass, his hands slipping underneath the bikini bottoms that leave little to the eye, and kneading the bare skin.

“You’re really bad at hiding how turned on you are,” you whisper with a smirk into his ear. You nibble on his ear, trailing your lips down his jaw until they meet his lips again.

“C’mon we can just go to bed,” Cale suggests, nodding his head back towards the door to the house. His voice has a slight strain to it, clearly showing that he wants exactly what you want, just in the safety of your bedroom.

“Or,” you draw out. “You can fuck me right here.”

Cale groans at your idea, already picturing your body bouncing against the bubbles in the water and the way your breasts float in water pressed against him. He thinks about it for half a second, before agreeing and springing forward to connect your lips once more.

He pushes the triangle shaped fabric that’s covering your breasts to the side, letting them hang freely. Your nipples instantly harden as the cold air hits them, the soft touches of Cale’s fingers sending shivers across your chest. His neck tilts down, his lips moving to wrap around one of your nipples, the other one being covered by his plan as he kneads the flesh.

His cock is starting to strain against his board shorts, the thin material of his shorts combined with your barely there bikini bottoms leaving very little between your bodies. Cale’s hand travels back down to your ass, moving the fabric to the side to expose your pussy. The movement has you gasping in surprise and you grind your hips down further.

“Now who’s the one that can’t hide how turned on they are?” Cale chirps as he releases your nipple from his mouth. He dips his finger into your folds, teasing you as he nips along your neck. A finger slips in you from behind, your body arching against him as your nipples brush over his chest.

He adds another finger, working you open for him. His fingers feel amazing, but you want more, want to feel full. Cale seemingly reads your mind as your hands move to the drawstrings of his shorts, sitting up on your knees to pull them just far enough down his thighs to release his cock.

You pump him under the water a few times, before you’re shuffling in his lap silently asking for Cale to enter you. He removes his fingers from you slowly, letting you adjust to the new empty feeling before brushing his cock along your folds in a teasing manner. He catches your clit a few times, shutters flowing through you body as you whimper for more. He enters you slowly, holding your hips to sit you fully on him. The fullness of it all is a lot, knowing where you are and who might catch you only adding to your senses. Doing this, fucking in a semi-communal hot tub, is something way out of the ordinary for your relationship. You’re all for the exhilaration of sex in water, but the newness of being outside and near his teammates has your breath hitching in your throat.

Your movements are slow, languid even as the two of you move in the water. Cale’s controlling the pace, gripping your hips as he helps move you up and down on his shaft. You place your hands on his chest, using his broad body for leverage as you start to take control with your movements.

You know you can’t make any noise, not only because you want to avoid any chirps but because the two of you are fucking in a common area people are spending time in, and they definitely don’t need to know what late night activities you’re partaking in. Your lips stay glued to his, swallowing each other’s moans and whispering praises against the others lips.

His hands spread your ass apart, using it as a method to move you up and down on his cock. You’re moving painfully slow, trying not to splash the water around too much. Your bare chest is pressed up against his, your nipples rubbing against his skin. His cock presses deep inside of you and you screw your eyes tight, focusing on the feeling of Cale inside you and his hands on your body.

Cale can see that you’re struggling to stay quiet, can see that your orgasm is right there. He moves his plan from where it’s spread across your ass to the front of your body, finding your clit and applying pressure. His fingers rub at your clit harshly as you start to bounce faster and harder.

“That’s it baby, you’re doing great,” Cale encourages. You let out a whimper, dropping your head onto his shoulder. “You gonna come for me?”

“Yes,” you let out in a whimper. You continue to chant quiet yes’s as your orgasm nears. “Fuck, Cale!”

Your pussy flutters around Cale’s cock, his hips twitching at the sensation. The clenching of your muscles around Cale has him chasing his own high as he lifts your hips higher above him and begins thrusting up into you. Your lips reattach to his, your lips moving in sync with one another as you both reach your high, his come filling you up. Your breathing slows down and you rest your forehead on his, both of you smiling goofily at the realization of what you just did. He moves his hands to the bottom of your thighs, standing and lifting both of you out of the water and stepping out of the hot tub. He’s still sheathed fully in you as he does so, careful to not let any of his come dribble out. Once he’s safely standing on the wood planks, he slides out and fixes your bikini to cover you back up.

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The next morning, you and Cale are both rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you enter the living room and kitchen, joining everyone else that’s awake in the house.

“Cale!” Ryan all about shouts walking into the kitchen after you, waking the two of you right up. “I have some beef with you.”

“Shut up, Gravy,” Cale mumbles as his cheeks reddens, knowing all too well what was coming next.

“You and y/n fucked in the hot tub last night!”

“What the fuck?”

“You guys did what?”

“Dude! I wanted to use it too!”

“Didn’t know Cale had it in him!”

“You know you would’ve done it if we didn’t beat you to it!” You yell, turning back to the comfort of your boyfriend's shoulder. The entire first floor of hockey players goes silent at the chirp, their jaws all dropping at the out-of-nowhere comment from the team couple that’s considered the purest. After a brief moment where you could hear a pin drop, the room burst into laughter, Josty giving you a pay on the shoulder as he walked behind you.

“I can’t believe we have to set a rule, no sex in the common areas!” Gabe laughs as he makes the announcement. You can see in his face as Mel runs his back that he’s getting tired of all the youngsters he’s consistently around, even though everyone knows he loves it.

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hanniiesuckle17 · 4 years

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Stray Kids Reaction: Asking to Borrow S/o's Razor/ Wax

A/n: so this came from the revelation that stray kids probably freaking shave and wax their armpits. BC LIKE OMG THEYVE B EEN WEARING TANK TOPS RECENTLY and like idek man like i was just like its so smooth that cant be natural

Tagging: @distrikt9 @mini-meanhoe(if you want to be added to the tag list just comment or reblog! <3)

Warnings: probably some cursing

Bangchan:

“AAAAAHH NO!!!”

Hearing your boyfriend’s scream you raced to the bathroom door and knocked. This would not have been the first time Chan had fallen asleep in the shower and slipped. “Chan! You okay, love?” You asked, knuckled wrapping against the door.

“Uhhhh....one sec, Y/n.”

You waited patiently in the hall before Chan told you to come in. The shower had been turned off and Chan stood in the shorts he was wearing earlier and his hair hung in wet strands in front of his face. “You okay?” You asked eyeing him for injuries. Then your gaze fell upon the little pink razor that lay in two parts in Chan’s hand. Your boyfriend looked from you to the shaving utensil cutely.

“I think I broke it.” He mumbled.

Your heart fluttered seeing his adorable face looking down at the tiny pastel broken razor in his big hands. “Yeah, I think you did, babe.” You did your best not to laugh when he tossed the snapped razor onto the counter. You watched him reach under the sink and pull out a clear bag full of little pink razors. The kind you used to use in middle school. “Oh my gosh, Chan you aren��t using those are you?”

He blushed seeing you laugh at the bag. “Yeah...why?”

“Awww baby.” You kissed his cheek and took the bag and tossed it in the trash. Your boyfriend watched you open a drawer and pull out one of the extra razors you had lying around. “Here use this. I’ll go buy you an actual razor this weekend.” His dimples made an appearance as I handed him the metal razor.

“Thank you, Y/n.” He said kissing your forehead.

Minho:

“Y/n?” Your boyfriend called out into the apartment. “Y/n!”

You sighed and got up from your comfy place on the couch. “What, Minho?” One of the cats brushed up against your leg as you walked into your shared bedroom. “I thought you were gonna take a shower?” Minho lay face down on the bed, like the drama queen he was.

“I can find my mppphrhp.”

“You’re what?”

“My mmrmpr.”

“Babe, take your head out of the pillow.” Minho dejectedly rolled over and stared at the ceiling. He didn’t even move when Doori hopped onto the bed and snuggled into his chest.

“My razor. I can’t find my razor. My stylist called and told me she has me in a cutoff tee tomorrow and I haven’t shaved since before the comeback.” Knowing Minho, he probably left it out on the last tour or something and one of the boys swiped it. They were always ‘borrowing’ things from each other and never giving it back.

“Hold on. I’ve got an idea.” You said turning on the light to the adjoining bathroom. “Are you too upset to take off your shirt?” The only answer you received was a grumble from Minho and the sound of fabric rustling. You came back into the room with a box of wax strips.

Minho raised his head, hearing the box open and he shot up from the bed fear in his eyes. “Hey...back off.” He tried to laugh off the nervousness as I approached him with a wax strip in hand. “Y/n, you know I love you right?” He said holding a hand out so you kept your distance.

“Come on, Minho. It will only hurt like.....a lot.”

He sprinted out of the room only to trip over a cat, giving you a chance to tackle him and apply a strip to his underarm. “Y/N! NO- OWWWWWWWW YOU ASSHOLE!”

Changbin:

Your nap was interrupted by the sound of your boyfriend loudly opening drawers in the bathroom. “Binnie! Shut the hell up please!” You said stuffing a pillow over your head. He mumbled an apology but continued to loudly open cabinets.

“Hey...baby?” Changbin asked crawling onto the bed. He lifted the pillow from your face and laughed at your scowl. “I need your help.” You shook your head and turned over. “Please....” He tried pulling the covers away from you, but the effort was in vain.

“Y/n I’ll order your favorite takeout if you help me?” He coaxed in a cute voice. Changbin laughed when your sleepy face peeked out from under the covers.

“What do you want, Binnie?”

He huffed and collapsed on top of you, a groan leaving you in response to his weight. “I forgot my razor at the dorms. Do you have one I could borrow?” You rose an eyebrow and wrapped an arm around his bare back.

“By borrow do you mean gunk up with your armpit hair?” Changbin laughed and nodded. “No, sorry. I only use wax.” He sighed and dropped his head down into your neck.

“Is it my only option?”

To be honest, you probably had a cheap razor lying around somewhere, but....he had woken you up from your nap. He deserved it. “Yes, this is your only option.” He whined and rolled off the bed. You told him where you kept the wax and paper and he retrieved them from the bathroom.

“I’m a manly man. This should be nothing.” He said, giving himself a pep talk as you spread wax over a strip and placed it under his left arm. He raised it over his head and readied himself for the pain. “Ooo. That wasn’t so bad.”

“Changbin I haven’t pulled it yet.” He just blushed and stared straight ahead. A high pitched scream filled the apartment when you ripped away the paper.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin lounged on your shared bed, blonde hair laid out in weird directions as he scrolled through his phone. You walked out of the bathroom carrying the laundry hamper, most of it filled with Hyunjin’s workout clothes. “Oh, Chan called and asked me to remind you that you are filming your dance practice tomorrow.” You said adjusting your hold on the basket.

“Thanks, babe,” Hyunjin answered still on his phone.

“Your clothes are rank, Jinnie.” You said beginning to sort through the clothes so you could begin laundry. He shot up from the bed eyes wide. You watched as he ran to your closet and searched through the clothes. “What’s wrong?” You asked sorting the dirty clothes.

“All I have left are tank tops.”

“So? You look really hot in tank tops.” You said with a smile. Hyunjin collapsed against the closet doorframe. “You wanna tell me what’s wrong, drama llama?” He whined and groaned until he collapsed onto the floor in a puddle of depressed Hyunjin.

He pouted up at you. “I forgot to buy a new razor. I can’t film in a tank top tomorrow looking like Bigfoot!” You laughed, finding the tiniest bit of joy in his misfortune. Hyunjin was honestly overreacting. You were certain no one would care if his underarms weren’t smooth and shaved.

However, knowing he was going to whine and complain and be an overall pain in the butt until the problem was solved, you stopped sorting the laundry. Hyunjin was too caught up in his whiny fit to see you go into the bathroom and pull out an extra razor from under the sink.

“There. Problem solved.” You said tossing it into his lap.

“Thank you, Y/n.” He said, expression changing to a bright smile like a flip of a coin. He rushed over and gave you a sweet kiss before sprinting into the bathroom and turning on the shower.

Jisung:

“HEY BABY!”

The loud sound of Jisung’s voice rung out through the apartment making you jump. Your ears picked up on the sound of drawers opening and closing. You pushed yourself off the couch and ventured into the bathroom. Your boyfriend stood with messy hair and half his shirt over his shoulder rummaging through the cabinets.

“What’s up handsome?” He sighed, a small whine escaping his lips when his head rolled back.

“I can’t find my razor. I think I lost it on tour.” You leaned against the doorway and watched Jisung continue to search. He gave up eventually and tugged his arm back into his shirt. “Can I borrow yours? I have a performance tomorrow.” He asked cutely taking your hands in his.

“Jisung, I only have wax strips right now. I used yours if I needed a razor.” Everyone knew guys razors were better. He flinched hearing the word wax. You could practically see the gears turning in his head. He was debating whether to go through the pain of wax or go on stage in a tank top unshaven.

“Fine. But will you help me?”

You nodded and he trudged his feet into your shared bedroom. “Shirt off babe.” You called before grabbing the strips from below your sink. Jisung lay on your bed, feet planted on the floor and hands covering his face. His tan skin exposed to the air. You leaned over, crawling on top of him and resting your thighs on either side of his waist. “Ready.” He nodded squinting his eyes closed.

He raised his arm and you placed the strip down and smoothed it out. Jisung’s other hand held on firmly to the bedspread. “1...2...” You yanked off the strip before you got to three.

“HOLY FUCK!” Your boyfriend screamed. You took his face in your hands and peppered it with kisses.

“You ready for the other side?”

“No. But....just do it.” He flinched, feeling you press another strip under his other arm.

Felix:

Felix had been in the bathroom for three hours. You were starting to get a little worried. After another hour without hearing the shower or water running, you decided to check on him. Your knuckles tapped on the wooden door. “Felix, baby, you okay?”

“Actually could you come in? I need some help.” His deep voice floated through the door. The scene that greeted you when you opened the door almost made you laugh out loud. Felix was standing shirtless in front of the mirror his arm raised above his head. Foamy soap was in his armpit and he held scissors in his hand, the blade having little traces of foam soap on it. “What?” He asked when you started laughing.

“Felix, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m trying to shave. We are filming at a water park tomorrow.”

You could no longer hold in your laughs. Felix watched you fall to the floor clutching your side. “Oh my gosh....I can’t breathe.” You said between labored laughs.

“Why are you laughing at me?” He asked completely serious. You smiled seeing your boyfriend look at you with utter confusion his arm still slightly raised. He watched you lean in and place a kiss to his lips. “What was that for?” He asked, though he thoroughly enjoyed the kiss. He smiled feeling your fingers play with the end of his hair.

“You are too cute.” He blushed and looked down. “If you needed to borrow a razor all you had to do was ask, baby.” He smiled and kissed you again.

“Can I use your razor, please, darling?” I reached into the nearest drawer, a hand still on Felix’s cheek, and pulled out the shaving utensil. “Thank you, Y/n.”

“What’s mine is yours, Lix.”

Seungmin:

“Hey, Y/n?” Your boyfriend called.

You set down the spoon you were stirring with and turned down the heat on the stove. “Coming, Min. One sec!” You wiped your hands on a towel before following your boyfriend’s call into your bathroom.

He was on his knees and searching for something under your sink. “Hey, can I borrow your razor?” He questioned as if he was simply asking the time. The question confused you. He wanted to borrow your razor? Like the one you shaved your legs with?

“My what?”

“Your razor.”

Still quite confused you walked into your bedroom and pulled out your still semi-full suitcase. You had gotten back from a trip a few days ago and Seungmin had spent the last few nights at your place. He claimed that it was because he needed a break from the boys, but you knew he missed you. His arms wrapped around your stomach from behind and he watched you search through your bag for the shaving utensil.

“Why do you need this again?” You asked, pulling out your toiletry bag.

“Cause I usually borrow Jisung’s before a performance but Changbin stole it before I could.”

“I’m gonna ignore how unhygienic that is.” You said pulling out a clean razor from under your shampoo bottle. “Here you go.” His hand brushed yours when he took the commercial blade from your grip.

“Thanks cutie.” He surprised you by pressing an exaggerated kiss to your cheek before running back to the bathroom.

“KIM SEUNGMIN IF YOU CLOG MY RAZOR I WILL CASTRATE YOU.”

“I KNOW!”

Jeongin:

“Y/n?” Your boyfriend called. Innie was somewhere in your apartment doing something. This was one of the few days the Jeongin had free of any schedules and you were ecstatic he chose to spend it with you at home.

He turned when you opened the door to the bedroom. Jeongin sat on the edge of the bed in a loose tank top. “What’s up, handsome?” You asked jumping onto the bed and resting your chin on his shoulder.

“Do you have a razor I could borrow?” Your brows furrowed in thought. To your recollection, you only had wax strips. They gave you a closer shave job than a razor. He sighed when you shook your head ‘no’.

You rubbed his shoulder and he gave you a half-assed smile. “I have wax strips. They will be a little painful, but they will get the job done.” Jeongin let out a nervous laugh before shrugging and letting me go get the strips from the bathroom.

“How much is it gonna hurt?” He asked, eyes going soft. He laid down on the bed at your direction and raised his arms over his head.

“Not as much getting your ears pierced.” You said placing the wax strip in his armpit and smoothing it out.

“I don’t have my ears pierced.”

“Yeah, when are you gonna do that? You would look really hot with piercings.” In the middle of your sentence, you ripped away the paper making your boyfriend yelp in pain. “Aww....baby.” You leaned down and kissed his cheek before moving to his lips.

“You’re right that wasn’t too bad.”

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 20

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TWs/SUMMARY: Explicit content. Some fluffy Bruce Banner lovin'. We know our scientist is a soft dom/service top. 🥺💚 With a Tony twist at the end... Because I am an evil woman. 😏 BRUCE BANNER MONSTERCOCK NATION RISE!

Bruce licked his lips.

Despite the obvious intent to ravish me in the sweetest way possible, Bruce made no move to undress or get physically closer to me.

The man was content to kiss the breath out of me, lightly caressing the side of my face and my neck. With each shared, rushed inhale I slipped deeper into the narrow space between drowsiness and arousal. The scientist's presence had the most peculiar effect on me: all my walls crumbled, paving way to a sense of mellow tranquility.

"Lay down," Bruce whispered, pulling my blanket aside. My skin tingled in the cool air of the room. I had gotten pretty toasty under the covers.

With his palms gently pushing on my shoulders, I had no other way but to oblige. Those very same large hands brushed my neck and slid further under the collar of my shirt, tenderly tracing the lines of my collarbones. I felt delicate in his arms, light-headed.

The quiet thud of Bruce's shoes prepared me for the slight dip in the mattress that followed. With a rustle, the textured fabric of his trousers sweeped and finally settled between my parted legs. He radiated warmth, my body involuntarily arching into it. Bruce's lips found mine, again, meeting in a chaste kiss, moving on to nip and peck my jawline, my throat.

There was something erotic in the slow, sensual yet subdued way the scientist was giving into my desires. He wasn't holding back on purpose, it seemed he was rather fond of taking his time to explore my body, his new playground. It was always hard and fast and easy for me, to just take my pleasure, get it torn out of me with sharp words and clever fingers.

With Bruce it was more of a gradual increase in intensity. He wasn't all over me yet he made it known he was in charge. Our bodies connected only faintly but where they did, it left a sweet, pulling ache. I caught myself leaning into it, following the slow motions with twitches and curves of my own.

"Arms up, Princess," He sounded so calm and steady. There was a new definition to his voice, that low undertone of desire, previously unheard. I marveled at how different my lovers sounded.

My (read: stolen from Tony) t-shirt slid from my shoulders with his help, immediately getting neatly placed next to my pillow. I wore no bra; the regret at not wearing fancier panties had been already lived through by me the moment Bruce's lips first landed on mine. For some reason, I was convinced he wasn't the kind of man to care about the amount or the retail price of the lace on my underwear.

I decided to finally open my eyes.

Bruce sat on his shins in front of me, one intense furious blush the only indicator he was affected by our activities. Seeing his eyes - I had to take that back. Devils danced in his green-ish orbs. The man was enjoying himself, quite a lot.

"Off?" Words and other trivial things I didn't worry about anymore. I tugged on his button-up to indicate my own want to see him, to finally see that firm chest that had inadvertently acted as a pillow for me to cry on more than one occasion recently.

Button by button, Bruce was either teasing or provoking me. Which was fine, for once I was happy to fully relinquish the reigns of the situation to someone else. The man was, and I am not exaggerating, perfect under all those frumpy clothes. Bulky chest with coarse dark hair - I wanted to run my hands through it, all over him.

His shirt landed right next to mine and he came close, mouthing leisurely at the space between my breasts, covering my chest with the warm moisture of his breath. Hot and wet wrapped around my nipple just as my eyes drifted closed again. Arching into the bliss, I moaned softly.

And any other time I'd be embarrassed at how soft and kitten-like was the sound; then, however, I was ready to yowl if that meant he wouldn't stop. One nipple and then the other. Bruce didn't apply anything but gentle pressure. His tongue made a slow, deliberate circle around my navel, dipping into the sensitive spot. I was surprised, my hips twitching. I had no idea it could be so pleasant.

The man's soft chuckles were absorbed by my panties where his breath ghosted over my core. My squirming increased as I was no longer able to contain my excitement, my body remembering on it's own how good Tony was with his tongue, bringing me extasy - he ate me for what felt like hours when he felt I did something exceptionally well. I'd be a rotten liar if I told you that alone wasn't motivation enough to excel at everything.

"I can see you like that, Princess," Bruce observed in quiet joy, moving instead to rub his cheek on the inside of my thigh, the slight stubble producing just enough friction for me to get slightly wetter. Beards were just hot.

"Mhmm," I agreed with him, raking a gentle hand through his unruly mop of curls. Bruce groaned and I continued to steadily part his hair, loving the muted noises coming from the scientist, enjoying his breath returning to elicit shivers all over my lower body.

The gusset of my underwear was promptly moved aside, exposing me to his eyes. I've never felt an ounce of shyness with a man but it seemed that day was one of firsts for me. It was the most exposed and vulnerable I'd ever felt; like a door pried open, my inner world for anyone to see. The urge to close my legs and hide under the blankets overcame me.

"Such a pretty pussy, Princess," Bruce's voice was even rougher now, scratching.

An open-mouthed smooch was placed on my lower lips, a nimble tongue slowly stroking experimental lines through my folds. The man purposely avoided the clit, I was sure. He dove down multiple times to my entrance, lapping up my juices with an obscene noise. A lewd moan followed every time. My hips met his mouth with every movement.

My shameful freak-out was abruptly cut short by the devotion Bruce radiated. His hands firmly gripped my thighs securing his meal in the right place. And eating he was; like a starved man, the scientist followed the noises leaving my mouth to find each and every nook and cranny that made me feel closer to Eden. There was no finesse, only slippery, sloppy movements as I reached my first peak with his name leaving my lips in a strangled moan.

I was boneless, weightless. Bruce pushed me more, delving straight back into the oversensitive folds of my cunt like he hadn't just made me see stars and galaxies. Floating in time in space, not a coherent thought in my skull, my last functioning brain cell on it's long overdue vacation.

"How do you feel?" He asked me once he deemed me sufficiently removed from this plane of existence and deposited me somewhere on another world where everything was light and easy.

"Mm-Brucie," I tried to articulate my thoughts. He must've been painfully aroused himself yet he made no move to be intimate any further. The idea of him holding back and refusing his own gratification nagged at me unpleasantly, invoking a primal hunger deep in my belly. "C'mere, want you."

He climbed over on top of me slowly, stretching his limbs, caging me in the sweet trap of his arms. His pants were gone; I felt the hardness, very sizeable hardness budge against my hip. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him with unseeing eyes and my mouth hanging open slightly.

We kissed lazily for a while, me finally having the chance to roam my hands on his body. He was almost as warm as Bucky - a perk of his own knock-off serum, I supposed. Reasonably toned with a healthy layer of fat, Bruce certainly wasn't ripped or even built like Tony. Banner's body screamed comfort and safety where Tony was all strength and durability. Once again, I marveled at the difference between the two men, finding them both equally appealing and beautiful in their own ways.

Bruce's boxers went to hell and beyond. He was easily the biggest partner I've ever had; both long and thick, my insides clenched involuntarily at the weight of it in my hand, the engorged veins all over the shaft. No time like the present - hiking a leg over his hip, I insistently pressed the leaking tip of his cock against me, swiping it through my folds for extra lubrication beforehand.

The scientist twitched, growling quietly, low and dangerous. "Princess," Bruce hissed, momentarily dropping his forehead onto my shoulder.

"Brucie," I replied breathily, feeling him shudder as the tip breached my entrance. The sting was slightly south of pleasurable, just enough to give me an edge and return to reality. "You're so big," I gasped. The very room I and Bruce were (what felt like) making love. Such a foreign concept. "For the love of both God and Satan, move."

"That's my girl." Giving a watery chuckle, the man obliged, sheathing himself fully within me. I was unprepared for the surge of pleasure - it felt like he was everywhere at the same time. It was unlike everything I'd felt, the burn of the stretch becoming a source of new heights of pleasure.

Bruce's shallow thrusts increased in speed and amplitude as soon as I arched my back, presenting all of myself at his mercy. His movements weren't pounding yet he shook me with every single shift of his hips. "Fuck, so good, my sweet girl," He kept muttering, barely audible. "So tight, so hot, oh God."

The praise only made me clench tighter around him, my orgasm rapidly approaching and finally crashing into both of us with a firm, steady force. His cock throbbed inside me, releasing the seed with force I swear I felt in my guts. I took it all, milking every single drop, there was so much of it. Bruce's release - this one - belonged to me and to me only.

Ever mindful of himself, Bruce rolled over, pressing as close to me as possible, throwing an arm over his eyes. I immediately relocated to make a nest on his chest, idly running my hand through his chest hair. Fascinating.

"Feel good?" And finally he sounded slightly winded. Wow, I couldn't help but wonder what could make him really lose it. What would make him go feral for me. What could trap his breath in his lungs and attach him to me forever.

"Mmm, amazing. You're good at this," My usual snark and sass was returning; I gently teased him. Lovingly.

"That's good to know, it's been a while," He snorted. Must've felt my confusion, too, because the next sentence threw me for a loop: "It's been, uh, years."

Years? For this man?! The universe was unfair. Depriving the entirety of female sex of this man? Abhorrent. "You have quite some things to catch up on," I whispered coyly. "Humbly do I offer my services."

His chest began shaking: Bruce was laughing, no trace of shame, just good-natured relief and happiness in his features. "This is exactly why we love you, Princess. You say the weirdest shit but somehow it all makes perfect sense."

I chuckled, the words spreading warmth - not the physical one - throughout my body and lulling me into a sense of sated exhaustion. I let my eyes fall shut on their own and for the first time in ages, I fell asleep with a calm heart.

Bruce's soft snores kept the bad dreams at bay.

Tony's callous hands roused me tenderly, coaxing the sleep from my brain with grace although there was very little grace about the situation; first thing I noticed upon waking was the sticky puddle between my legs and the sharp smell of sex in the room. Bruce's slightly spicy sweat mixed with the warm vanilla of my perfume. The messed up bedsheets and the warm but empty space next to me.

"Had fun, baby girl?" If Tony's lopsided grin was any indication, I had at least committed some sort of scientific breakthrough. "You know, I had a bet running on when Bruce was going to break his celibacy. If you had waited until next year, which is technically in a few months..." The engineer trailed off teasingly, looking not at all worried about the fact that his best friend had blown my brains out a... Few hours ago.

I cleared my throat. "So, who won?" It seemed only appropriate I ask.

Tony's face immediately fell. "Merlin."

My eyebrows rose. "Didn't take him for the gambling kind." I sat up in bed, stretching the stiffness out of my joints, clearing the sleep from my head with Tony's gaze firmly glued to my naked tits. Some things never change.

"You called him old. That does things to a man's ego," Tony answered dismissively. It was easy to see the obvious pleasure he held for that particular conversation: the billionaire greatly enjoyed it when people gave into his antics and indulged his sometimes childish vices. One of those vices happened to include annoying the resident wizard.

I decided to test the waters. Biting my lip, I gave him an appreciative once-over. "How are you on sloppy seconds?"

He clicked his tongue, eyes sparkling, obviously having expected this question. "I'll join you in the shower. We have thirty minutes before Clint sends Nat down here to retrieve us deviants."

I pranced in the direction of the bathroom, putting an extra wiggle in my walk.

Turns out, Tony had absolutely no problems with sloppy seconds. He was as eager to hold me by my hair, viciously pumping his cock out of me, whispering utter filth into my ear.

His honeyed voice rough, telling me how dirty I was. "You little tart, parading around, making old men drool over you. Fuck, you make me feel like a dirty old man."

I let the sassy remark to be drowned in the sound of his hips slapping against my ass. "I love dirty old men," I moaned. "Want me to get down on my knees for you, daddy?"

"Fuck," Tony's hand tightened in my hair but he made no move to cease the assault on my pussy with his cock. It was steel-hard, deliciously thick and hit all the right places without much effort.

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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BTS Reaction || You Can Speak Latin [Request]

A/N: I had no idea how to work this so I went with the best I could so I hope this is okay for you my love!

Seokjin:

Jin had been nervous about this since the moment the idea left Jungkook's mouth and entered your brain and Jin knew that it was never going to leave until you went through with it all.

"You look sick," You said as the lady prepared your harness around your legs and waist to make sure you were safe and secure.

"I am, you're about to jump off here with Jungkook." He groaned watching you as you got more excited as time passed to get ready for your jump but Jin held onto your hand and you didn't think he was ever going to let you go.

"It's a small jump, we've done it before-"

"Yes, before, when you were doing the jump a normal way! You're going upside down this time, it's not safe." He whispered, Jungkook was waiting for you at the edge of the diving platform, you kissed Jin's cheek.

"Vivamus, moriendum est." He stared at you as you walked away from him promising to explain when you came back up from the job. He watched with one eye open as you and Jungkook both took the plunge together, screaming in excitement as the rush ran through your body. Jin, on the other hand, was holding onto the railing with one hand and the other over his chest while he waited for you to be pulled up.

"What did that mean?" He questioned after he finished checking you over for any scratches or signs that you weren't okay.

"Let us live, since we must die...basically life is short." You giggled leaning up and kissing him, he shook his head at you and Jungkook as he came over to join you.

"You're going to be the reason I go into an early death." He panted looking at Jungkook and then to you as you started laughing and high fiving Jungkook.

Yoongi:

You were sitting in the floating house with Yoongi, Jimin and Jungkook you were all supposed to have gone up to the main house but you were stuck in the floating one thanks to the heavy rain that was coming down. The boys had invited you to stay at the same holiday spot that they'd filmed in the SOOP at and you jumped at the chance thinking it would be fun. It was for the first couple of days but now it was starting to rain every chance it got, like the gates of heaven had opened and it was just downpour after downpour. You loved it but the boys on the overhand weren't so happy that their holiday was being ruined by the weather.

"Come on, it's nice and relaxing. Yoongi loves it," You told Jimin as you stared out of the small window of the first bedroom, Jungkook stared at you as you turned to look at him.

"I'm hungry and bored," He mumbled laying down on the bed, he'd been playing his guitar while Yoongi was teaching you how to fish right before all this broke out.

"What if we show some hidden talents we have?" Jimin suggested trying to break the boring silence that was coming out.

"Sure. You first," You told him, you were sat between Yoongi's legs with his arms wrapped around your shoulders.

"I can curl my tongue into a 'W'." He did it in front of you and you nodded impressed that he could do that.

"Your turn," He turned to look at you and Yoongi put his head into the crook of your neck, interested to see which secret talent you showed them.

"I can speak Latin." They all fell silent, even Yoongi was shocked by this one he'd never heard this before.

"Say something in Latin then." Jungkook challenged and you smirked at him turning to pointing at the sky through the window,

"Ad Astra per Aspera." They all waited for an explanation on what you had just said.

"Through adversity to the stars." They continued to stare at you wondering where you'd even learnt Latin and how they could learn it,

"It stopped raining, last one there has to do the dishes!" You screamed getting up and sprinting away from the floating house before it decided to pour with rain again.

Hoseok:

Hoseok had taken you out for the day, you were walking around one of the many beautiful museums that were in Seoul admiring all of the work while walking hand in hand with your boyfriend.

"Whoa," You whispered in shock as you walked up to a sculpture that was in the middle of a room, it was a room all based around the Roman empire and they were replica sculptures around the place all of them almost identical to what they were supposed to portray, there were photos beside them to show what they were replicating.

"Isn't it amazing," You whispered to Hoseok as you finished reading the plaque in front of one of the paintings next,

"It is," He whispered, he was happiest whenever he saw you excited about something that you loved.

"Ars Longa, Vita Brevis." You said to him before walking away and going over to another painting, he stayed still for a moment wondering what you had just said. At first, he wondered if it was English and he just wasn't paying close enough attention but when he realised it wasn't he walked over to question what you'd said.

"It's Latin." You said as if it was just common knowledge to know a saying in Latin but you didn't just know a saying, you knew a lot of the basics and could hold a conversation in Latin thanks to your families insistence on learning a language from a young age.

"Latin for what..." You smiled realising that he hadn't understood so easily as you thought he would,

"Art is long, life is short." He nodded finally understanding it and repeating the saying over and over in his head wanting to impress the boys with it later when he went back to the dorms.

Namjoon:

All week Namjoon had heard you mumbling things under your breath but he hadn't been able to make out what they were yet and it was starting to get on his last nerve.

"Filius canis!" You yelled loudly as you burnt your hand on the open flame of the oven, you weren't yet used to the gas oven you had installed into your house. Namjoon sprinted into the kitchen taking you to the sink to make you run your burn under cold water and you continued mumbling in another language,

"faex, faex, faex." You whimpered as the cold water did nothing to your burn except irritate it but Namjoon started laughing softly as the word left your mouth,

"What are you saying?" You looked at him as he sat you down on the kitchen chair to look at your hand, you were just as clumsy as him so you'd both grown used to bandaging one another up.

"Faex?" He asked repeating the word you'd been shouting,

"Fuck, it means fuck in Latin." You laughed before hissing as he applied a cooling agent to the burn on your hand.

"And what about the first one you screamed out?" You thought back to what you had said when you were over the oven,

"Filius canis...Son of a bitch," You admitted shyly and he chuckled looking at you as you stared at the palm of your hand where the burn was.

"You'll have to teach me some time...I hope you know more than the swearwords though." You nodded,

"Vescere bracis meis?" He raised an eyebrow at you waiting for an explanation but you started laughing before you could explain it,

"I just learnt the language so I could swear in front of my parents but that meant eat my shorts." He rolled his eyes at you and shook his head at how childish you were.

Jimin:

You were around the table with the boys having a nice birthday meal, it was just a calm night in for your Birthday. You told them that you didn't want to do anything too big since it wasn't a huge deal. You didn't normally celebrate your birthday, it was only ever since you started dating Jimin that you made an effort with it all.

"To the reason, we're all here tonight!" Jin said standing up at the table and holding a glass of wine in his hand, he was trying to calm the boys down to make a toast but they were all singing happy birthday in a mixture of Korean and English it was a whole mess.

"Guys! He's trying to make a toast." You giggled and the boys all turned to look at Jin as he began listing off all the reasons he loved you before congratulating you on your birthday.

"Y/n! Your turn." You groaned standing up and holding your glass of wine, you had no idea where to start with all of this so you just thought of the first thing that came to your head,

"Carpe Vinum." The room fell into a dead silence all of them blinking at you wondering what you had just said, even Namjoon was stumped at what you said.

"Oh! I mean...Seize the wine." You laughed downing the glass and hoping to move on from the fact that you'd just spoken a dead language that none of them seemed to understand.

"Did you speak Latin?" Taehyung questioned while Jimin wrapped his arm around your shoulder acting like the proud boyfriend he was impressed that his partner could speak something that was rare.

"Yeah, I took a couple of glasses when I was bored." You laughed looking at Jimin and smiling at him, he kissed your cheek and repeated the sentence you'd said but with a bad accent and you all cheered.

Taehyung:

Taehyung jumped as something popped out of the haunted house wall you were walking through,

"This was your idea." You laughed as he clutched onto your arm trying to make it through the whole maze without screaming anymore. It was his idea and his original idea was for you to get scared and hold onto him but it hadn't worked out like that.

"Why aren't you scared?" He groaned hiding his head in your shoulder and holding onto your arm with a death grip as something screamed in his direction. He was making mental notes never to do anything like this with you again,

"I don't know, it's not so bad." You whispered but Taehyung was practically shaking as something grabbed onto his arm, you switched places with him and pulled him towards the exit hoping to hide him from some of the jump scared that were bound to happen. Once you were out and in the dark he started to breathe normally again,

"Noli timere." You repeated to him, kissing his cheeks and trying to calm him down. It was something your grandmother did for you whenever you got scared of the 'monster' under your bed which always turned out to be something in your overactive imagination as a kid.

Once Taehyung calmed down he questioned you on what you had been saying to him,

"Noli Timere." You repeated for him, he said it back to you trying to get the accent right but it was hard when he had a thick Korean accent already.

"What does it mean?" He leant his head on your shoulder as you sat down next to him on the bench you'd taken him to.

"Don't be afraid." You whispered to him,

"It sounded cooler in Latin," You laughed trying to brighten his mood and it worked, he started laughing along with you and questioning you on what else you knew in Latin.

Jungkook:

It was a spontaneous trip at 2 in the morning, Jungkook dragged you from the bed telling you it would be one of the best adventures of your life and it had been. It had been beautiful and magically all wrapped up in one package now you were sitting on the BTS dorm sofa telling all of the boys of the morning you'd had.

"We climbed up the waterfall edge and then sat on top of the huge mountain just staring at the view." You said as Namjoon handed you a cup of hot chocolate, you were freezing cold from the 7-hour long hike and climb you'd embarked on. It had started off as a nice dry evening but then it turned to rain and you were both soaked and hiding out under some of the huge rock formations above the waterfall trying to dry off a little before heading back down.

"You just woke up and went? No planning?" Yoongi questioned looking as Jungkook wrapped a blanket over your shoulders, you'd both gone straight to the dorms to dry off and change into some of his clothes.

"Yeah," He mumbled sitting down next to you and trying to warm you up with his body head.

"Omnia Paratus." You said as you took in a gulp of hot chocolate not caring that it burnt the roof of your mouth, it was heating all of your body up as you swallowed it down.

"Meaning what exactly?" Namjoon chuckled staring at you,

"Oh! It's on that show! Gilmore girls! It means 'ready for all things'" Taehyung shouted out, you'd forced him to watch a couple of episodes with you once and impressed that he'd remembered anything from it.

"Yeah, that." You sniffled and Jungkook wrapped his arm tighter around you.

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stillebesat · 3 years

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Beneath the Moon -part 3

Sanders Sides: Logan, Roman Blurb: After all the research he’d done, after all the signs he’d been experiencing. Logan needed someone to tell him he wasn’t crazy. And Roman…Roman had always been the one most likely to believe in the fantastical, the impossible, the…supernatural. Fic Type: Werewolf!AU Overall Fic Warnings: Bite Wound -Semi-Detailed, Dog Attack Mention, Injuries, War Talk, Fighting Talk, Death/Dying Talk, Gun Mention, Shapeshifting/Transformation, Brief Sensory Overload, Taglist in Reblog.

To Catch Up: Part 1 Part 2

The one key detail that had been consistent in every source Logan had looked up about werewolves was the change.

While the imagery used in each had varied, the descriptions overall had remained the same. Changing into a wolf would hurt. He would feel like he was on fire. Burning as his body was forcibly changed from one form to another.

Heat.

Because everything became more malleable when it was warm. Ice would melt. Plastic would bend. Metal would pool.

Heat was the source of change.

So to become a wolf. He would have to burn.

And yet.

All Logan felt was cold. Frozen really. Like he was stuck in a glacier, his heart slowly pounding, fighting against the tidal wave of ice that threatened to engulf him. Pounding like the waves of the ocean beating against the shore. The pull of the cool tide dragging at him, beckoning him to fall into the moon. To get lost in the never ending white light as it filled his entire vision. Filled his vision despite him knowing that only the top sliver of it had appeared. That the whole moon shouldn’t be visible just yet. That there was no way for him to be able to reach the moon from here.

There was a roaring in his ears as his breath caught in his throat, his body going rigid even as his feet shifted to run away, to hide from this empty void of space that called to him as the moon rose higher, beckoning him to let go of the earth and float into the sky with it. To free himself from the restraints of gravity and just---

Accept it.

The faint thought echoed distantly in his head as a soft whimper left his throat.

You said you would accept it.

The moon filled his vision. Pulsating. Like a beacon, it called to him. Called to him in a way that it shouldn’t. The moon had never held such an allure before now and his mind frantically fought against the impossibility. How could an object in space hold such power? How could it force him to be anything than what he was.

Human.

Accept it.

Werewolves shouldn’t exist!

But research had shown. The bite on his hand--he--he---

Like a lonely foghorn sounding over the misty shores at night, a single howl broke through his turbulent thoughts, echoing in the night, overtaking any other sound, demanding his attention.

Demanding an answer.

That answer was wedged in his throat. The urge to--to--but--he--he couldn’t--

Accept it.

The howl echoed again and Logan could have sworn he saw a shadowy form flit across the surface of the moon.

A shadow that looked like a wolf.

Logan shuddered, the shadow growing bigger in his vision, the eyes within glowing bright like the sun as it turned to face him, staring him down, the ice in his body threatening to drown freeze him, feeling the need to cry out to--to--

Howl.

You said--

Accept it.

He had to--there was no denying with how the moon was calling to him. He had to if he wanted any chance of keeping his human mind.

Shuddering from the ice that seemed to flow through his veins, Logan threw his head back and let out an answering howl, calling for--for--he didn’t know. For the wolf? For it to come to him?

His voice still echoing in his ears, the shadow on the moon pounced, despite the impossibility of it all, wrapping around him like a warm current, heating the frozen ache that held his muscles captive like a warm wind on a hot summer day.

He couldn’t help but melt into that warmth as it massaged the ice away, falling to his hands and knees as a soft lilting voice whispered in his ear.

Welcome brother.

His heart skipped a beat at those two very simple words.

Simple words that he hadn’t felt applied to him either singly or together in a very very long time.

“Logan?”

A chill ran down his spine as the warmth vanished as quickly as it had engulfed him, leaving him to stagger in place, his body feeling--feeling--

Not human.

Definitely not human.

His eyes flashed open and he flinched back at the not--at the--his eyes---he wasn’t seeing how he was used to seeing! It was too...clear? He knew it was night. The colors--He shook his head, heart pounding painfully quick as a snarl left his lips before he could stop it, his other senses going into overdrive as everything began to twitch. His ears, his nose, his--his--

He whirled in a circle, paws slipping on the grass as he caught sight of a long black--A whimper of disbelief sounding in his ears as he stared at--at--

A Tail.

He. Had. A. TAIL.

It was nothing like the one he’d tried to create before. Of course he’d known that. But still. It was--it was moving and he wasn’t sure if he was controlling it or not and he couldn’t get it to stop moving and with his ears twitching at every sound demanding to know what that noise was and his nose twitching as it filled with smells that were both familiar and yet totally unfamiliar at the same time that demanded he needed to investigate so he could figure out just what he was sensing and--he--he---

It was too much.

All that preparation had been for nothing. It was like that nightmare of walking into a final and realizing you hadn’t studied for it at all. He couldn’t do this! This was--

“Whoa, Lo. It’s okay. Breathe, Buddy. You’re okay. You’re doing great.”

Logan shuddered at how his ears flicked towards the voice and away, another soft whine leaving him as he looked up to Roman.

Roman, who’s eyes were glowing as bright gold as any wolf’s in the moonlight as he stood tall, head held high, staring him down, one hand outstretched in a pacifying gesture despite the display of dominance. “You’re okay, Lo.” He said in a low voice, maintaining eye contact, his breath steady despite how quickly Logan could hear his heart beating.

Because he doesn’t know if you’re a threat.

And Roman had been trained to kill threats.

Logan lowered his head, ears laying back as he found himself reacting to instinct, crouching down so that his belly brushed the ground, to appear as small as possible in this...this shape.

The golden light in Roman’s eyes softened as he took a careful step closer.

It took all that he had to stay in place, to not retreat against Ro’s advancement. Not that Logan was confident he could run at this point. As uncoordinated and off kilter as he felt he’d probably end up face planting into the ground after two steps.

Another whine left his throat as Roman crouched within lunging distance, his hand still outstretched.

“I know it’s a lot to take in.” He said with a faint smile. “A lot to get used to. But I know you can handle this, Brainiac. You’re gonna be just fine. I know you won’t hurt me.”

Such Trust.

Such trust for a high school enemy.

And yet---Logan found himself cautiously creeping forward, belly still to the ground as he stretched out his head, instinctively sniffing Roman’s proffered hand.

His ears perked as he tried to place the multitude of scents he found there, far more than should have been on a human’s hands. It was intriguing. So much he could sense with a bare sniff and yet he couldn’t place those smells. It was--He licked Roman’s fingers to get a better idea of just what was on--

Wait.

Logan recoiled, mouth feeling like it was on fire as he gagged, his tail twisting down to hide between his legs. Had he seriously just licked Roman’s hand?!

Laughter rang through the air as Roman reached out, scratching Logan’s ears with warm fingers. “Do I taste that bad?”

He stiffened under the touch, his chest rumbling with a suppressed growl of disagreement. No. He hadn’t tasted...unpleasant. Just the fact that Logan had licked him in the first place was...disquieting.

He closed his eyes, leaning into Roman’s warm hand. He’d been so focused on having the tail that he’d overlooked all other canine behavior he could exhibit with these...extra senses in this unfamiliar shape.

Roman huffed, dragging his fingers down to scritch underneath Logan’s chin before pulling back. “You’re overthinking this.”

His ears laid back, eyes flashing open to glare at him. What did Roman expect? Him to be a crazy rabid feral--he flinched, remembering too late just why he had Roman bring a gun out here.

Because he should be feral. Wild. Aggressive. He was a freaking wolf now. And while he was thankfully thinking more human at the moment, unlike the mindless beast he’d feared he’d become, he was still in a wolf’s body until the moon set and he had no idea how was he supposed to figure this out on his own--

Roman exhaled, shaking his head, his eyes glowing a brighter gold in the darkness as he slipped his gun, still in its holster, from around his waist, tossing it into a nearby bush before Logan could react. “Instinct, Lo.”

Logan stiffened, looking between the bush and his childhood friend before taking a cautious step away from where the gun had fallen. What was he doing?! That was Ro’s only protection against--

Roman’s heart rate slowed as he pulled his own shirt over his head, tossing it to the side as he stared Logan down with a half smile. “The wolf won’t remain tethered beneath the human forever. They’re equals within you now. You just have to take a breath. Relax. And--” He rippled like a mirage on a hot summer day before a wolf with reddish brown fur stepped forward to rub his head against Logan’s. ~Trust yourself.~

To Be Continued

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sugarmaplewings-fics · 4 years

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A Loving Surprise

Pairing: Kirishima x reader

Warnings: Nudity I guess? Nothing sexual, no detail or anything. Everything is still wholesome. Aged up, obvi.

A/N: Sorry the title's a little cringe, I couldn't think of anything else.

ON WITH THE FLUFF

-Sugar

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Your keys jingled in the lock of your front door as you silently fumed. You'd just had one of the worst days ever, and you couldn't wait to just hop in the shower and go to bed. Maybe Kirishima would be home before you fell asleep so you could cuddle him, but at this point, you were so upset you might not even wait for him.

When you stepped inside, however, you found that the lights were on. You reasoned that either you had forgotten to turn them off this morning or Kirishima was already home and set your stuff down on the counter. Sure enough, you discovered the latter was true as a red head of hair poked itself around the corner.

"Hey, babe." His eyes were soft as he approached you.

"Eiji!" You melted into him as he hugged you. "What are you doing here? I thought you didn't get home for another few hours."

"After I got your call that things didn't go so well at work today, I decided to come home early."

"Aww, you didn't have to do that."

Kirishima bent down to kiss your forehead. "I wanted to. Here, I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes."

You blindly followed him as he led you through the house, curious as to what he had done. Sweet smells hit your nose as you heard him open a door.

"Surprise, babe!"

Already guessing what was in store for you, you opened your eyes to find yourself in your bathroom. You took in the sight of your bathtub filled and steaming, candles placed and lit on almost every surface. Upon closer inspection, you saw little rose petals floating in the water.

You blushed as a grin spread across your face. You felt a little uncomfortable with how extra Kirishima could be when providing you with romantic gestures, but you knew it was just him trying to show how much he loved you.

"Oh my gosh! Baby, aww, you shouldn't have!"

Kirishima turned to you and kissed you on your cheek. "I want you to be happy here. Home should be a place where we can relax and have a good time. I wanted you to feel better. This is the least I could do."

You hugged him. "Thank you so much! I love you!"

He grinned down at the top of your head. "There's that smile I love to see! I love you too. Now come on, we have to hurry. That water won't stay warm for long!" He suddenly stiffened a little, shifting on his feet. "It is okay if I join you, right? If you want to be alone—"

"No! I want you here."

Kirishima's smile returned and he started to undress. You did the same, and before long you felt his eyes roving all over you.

"Eiji, you're staring."

"Who? Me? No, no . . . . Okay maybe."

You playfully pouted at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"What? I can't help it! You're so beautiful." He walked back over to you, pressing your bare skin against his as he hugged you again. You leaned into him, relishing in the feeling.

He moved away from you so he could turn on the shower. You couldn't help but check him out yourself while his back was turned. The two of you were hopeless.

He stepped in and turned to you. "Come on, (Y/N), don't keep me waiting!"

You smirked and stepped into the shower, letting your hair get soaked and your skin wet with the cool water. You watched, fascinated, as Kirishima's red spiky hair drooped in the downpour of water, and then laid flat, plastered to his face.

The two of you rinsed off as quickly as you could before shutting off the water and stepping out. You allowed him to step in the tub first. He lowered himself into the water and leaned back, spreading his legs so you could get in. You put your feet in and sat down, reveling in the sensation as your lower half was submerged in warm water. You scooted back so you could lay against Kirishima's chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close. The two of you let out a contented sigh in unison, and then giggled at the coincidence.

Kirishima grabbed your favorite body wash from the ledge beside him and squirted some out onto his hand. He moved your damp hair back so he could rub it into your shoulders, working his way across your back.

You allowed your eyes to fall shut as you felt your muscles relax and pleasure hummed through your body. Thoughts of your day left your mind, having no room for stubborn villains with frustrating quirks as long as your Kirishima was around.

You leaned into him as his fingers and knuckles worked themselves on the back of your neck, moving down back to your shoulders, then finally rubbing and massaging your back. That, coupled with the scents of the candles burning around you, made your mind go hazy as you began to feel better than you had since . . . probably ever.

Satisfied with his work, he rinsed off his hands and pulled down your shampoo. He started on the process of massaging it into your scalp, an entirely new sensation of pleasure catching you so off guard you shivered.

"I'm not pressing too hard, am I?" Kirishima asked.

You shook your head, honestly past capable of words at this point. He kept going while you splashed some water up to your shoulders so you could rinse off some of the lather from the body wash while warming up from the water's temperature. Eventually he had spread the sweet-smelling shampoo over your entire head, all the way to your tips.

"Alright, it's your turn." You stood, jarring yourself from your splendid stupor. You had to step out so Kirishima could slide himself forward before you could get back in and sit down again. You took his special shampoo and started working it into Kirishima's artificially red locks, your nimble fingers applying just the right amount of pressure against his skull.

He leaned into you, clearly enjoying it as much as you had earlier. "No matter how many times you wash my hair for me, I can never get over how darn good it feels."

You smiled, happy you could make him feel so good (in a wholesome way).

You took some of his body wash (he couldn't use his shampoo because it was too expensive) and started rubbing his back. He hummed in delight as your hands and knuckles pressed themselves over his taut muscles, rubbing out any knots they found as they stimulated the blood flow beneath his skin. You rubbed him for several minutes until your arms began to grow tired, determined to make him feel as good as possible.

Eventually, you slid your arms down from his shoulders to his chest, letting yourself slide forward to press your chest against his back and place your chin on his shoulder. He sighed, resting his head against yours. You straightened so you could pull him back towards you, letting him slide down your body until the back of his head was submerged in the water. You started washing the shampoo out of his hair, going back to massaging his scalp.

"Babe, if you keep this up, I'm going to fall asleep." Kirishima grinned up at you, opening his eyes so he could look into yours.

"You're not allowed to do that yet," you said, pulling a hand out of the water so you could boop his nose.

He grinned and shut his eyes again, until a thought crossed his mind, making the smile fall from his lips and his eyebrows draw together.

"Hey, wait a second," he said, looking up at you again, pouting. "The whole point of this was for you. How come you're doing all this stuff for me? That was supposed to be my job."

You smiled at him. "It's okay. I'm having fun. I like seeing you so happy."

"It's your turn."

"I'm not done yet!"

"I'm not taking no for an answer." He got up from his position and stepped over you. You kept your eyes down, blushing as he adjusted himself so he could sit behind you again. "There." He chuckled triumphantly as he guided your body down so your hair could dip into the water.

He set to work again, massaging the shampoo out of your (H/C) hair. Your hair tickled his waist as it floated in the water around him, suspended until the interruption of his fingers. He rubbed circles into the top of your head, watching your face relax as a calm smile spread over it. He felt like he had done good with this idea, wondering how long it would be until you could do it again.

It had been difficult lately to spend time together as both of your jobs gave you little free time. Moments like these were becoming rare, so Kirishima knew he had to work extra hard to make them as special as he could for you.

He ran his hands over your back once more, making sure all the suds from the body wash had been rinsed off before applying a light pressure to your shoulder blades, signaling for you to sit up. You obliged and he wasted no time in pouring some conditioner out so he could finish washing your hair.

When he was done you turned around. Too lazy to stand up again, you conditioned Kirishima's hair from the front. It was a little more difficult, but it seemed like he was still able to enjoy it. When you finished, he brought up his own hands to survey your work. "Not bad, honey."

After that, the two of you rinsed each other's hair again. Kirishima leaned back against the end of the tub. You turned yourself so you could lay belly-down on his chest. You were in the process of changing the water, it having gotten a little cold after all the time you'd spent in there. The crashing of the faucet as the water filled the tub back up permeated your ears as you enjoyed the feeling of Kirishima's cool, damp skin against yours.

Soon enough you could turn the tap off and were able to hold each other in silence, newly warm water enveloping the both of you. You laid like that for another half hour, just happily warm and comfortable and content.

"Do you want to talk about your day?" Kirishima asked you, his eyes still closed.

"Not really," you replied. "Just a gang of villains with some nasty quirks. There was a lot of paperwork."

He sighed. "Sucks."

"Yeah."

He kissed the top of your head. "At least you smell nice now."

You smiled against him. "And I have you." You kissed the patch of skin you were laying on.

Eventually the water got cold again and the two of you decided to get out, ending your romantic bath time together.

You let the water out, skimming the surface for rose petals. "You're so extra," you teased as you set them on the ledge of the bath.

"Only the best for the best person in the whole world." Kirishima shrugged like there was nothing he could do about it.

"I don't know about that . . . ."

"What, that you're the best? Well, you are to me."

You smiled and got out of the tub, shivering a little as the cold air touched your skin. You pulled out a towel for the both of you and wrapped it around Kirishima's shoulder. He tried to wrap you in with him but it proved to be more than a bit difficult.

"Maybe we should take turns."

"Agreed."

Kirishima had you rub yourself dry first, trying to hide any signs that he was getting chilly now that he was out of the water. Once you were done, he took it for himself and began to dry the droplets of water from his skin. He quickly ruffled his hair and then handed it back to you so you could wrap yourself on your way into the bedroom.

Your room felt cold against your damp skin, so the two of you quickly threw on some skimpy pajamas before diving under the blankets. You hugged yourself to him, finally feeling how cold his skin was. "Geez, Eiji, you're so cold!"

He proceeded to attempt to hide his shivers from you, keeping up his manly demeanor. "Nothing cuddles can't fix!"

You ran your hands over his skin, pausing to grab some lotion from your bedside table when you felt your hands getting uncomfortably dry before continuing.

Soon enough, you were able to warm up the blankets covering you two until you both stopped feeling overly cold. Kirishima pulled you even closer to his bare chest. "Your hair smells so good," he whispered in your ear. "It's super soft now."

He lifted his large hands to run his fingers through your hair, beginning a whole new round of scalp massage. You pressed your nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. You marveled at how perfectly the two of you fit together, how it was like you were sculpted with the other in mind.

You proceeded to rub Kirishima's back while he ran his fingers through your hair, gently working out any tangles he found. Your eyelids grew heavy as you drifted off to sleep, your movements slowing.

Kirishima smiled to himself as he gazed down at your sleeping form. "I hope today wasn't too bad after all," he whispered. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, carefully shifting himself so he could get more comfortable. "I love you," he said as he felt sleep overtake him as well.

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sweeethinny · 4 years

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Hinny prompt: How far did Harry and Ginny go in Half Blood prince?

thanky you honey for the prompt :)

i love to think they didn't get very far, maybe even second base

but they were both teenagers at the height of hormones, so it's almost unreal that nothing ever happened.

i have had this idea in my mind for a while (since i read hpb), and i am happy to finally write it. ended up getting long, but I hope you like it!

AO3

WARMING SMUT

Harry and Ginny were kissing warmly in the empty Common Room, ignoring the beautiful day outside and the opportunity to play Quidditch, preferring to enjoy the unique moment where they were alone and by some miracle, Snape could not apply Harry's detention. They were clinging to the sofa at the back, a little hidden from the hole in the picture and the stairs in the dorms, and Harry suspected that a student had put him there just for those purposes.

‘’I’ve never been happier for a Slytherin to be stupid enough to take extra classes with Snape’’ Ginny sighed when Harry started kissing her neck, lifting her chin so he had more space

‘’We won’t talk about him while we’re kiss, thanks’’ She laughed, scraping her nails on her boyfriend’s scalp, breathing unevenly after all that moment, wanting him to continue his journey through her body ..

‘’I’ll have that conversation with McGonagall in a moment .. about my NOM’s and everything’’ Ginny reminded him ‘‘So we don’t have much time’’

''Am I going to need to kidnap you and take you hidden somewhere on the other side of the world, so that we can spend more than half an hour together, without one of us having to slip into any classroom?'' Harry sighed tiredly , laying his head on her breasts, as he breathed in the numbing fragrance and let himself be carried away by the sound of Ginny's laughter, which made her little body tremble slightly "Seriously, I will kidnap you sooner or later"

''It's not kidnapping if I want to go with you'' She shrugged, wrapping her legs around his, looking at the ceiling while enjoying the feeling of him there ''We can meet at night, after dinner .. It's impossible for Hermione want to study at that time''

‘’And where do you suggest? As beautiful as the night is outside, I don't think we'll be able to get more than half an hour without having to come back or someone interrupts us.'' Harry continued to lie down, hugging her waist and with his eyes closed, feeling safer than in the whole his life, almost sleeping with the calm movement of her chest rising and falling, her heart beating at the same rate as his being the best lullaby.

‘’Um ... in your room? I can manage to sneak into your bed’’ The boy barely opened his eyes, adjusting himself even more in the middle of her soft breasts, not paying much attention to where he was actually lying, just enjoying the moment

‘’Do you want your brother to cut my balls off? I always thought they might be a little useful to you at one time or another, you know’’ Ginny laughed, and Harry thought he had heard her laugh more often than in all the years they had spent together, which made him very proud

‘’Didn’t I say I’m going to protect you? Besides, I can use your cloak.'' He sighed, intoxicated by her scent, feeling the drowsiness building up behind his eyelids, and maybe just for that reason, he agreed with that crazy and suicidal idea of taking her to his dorm late of the night. The same one where he slept with her brother and his best friend (and let's not even talk about her ex, but Harry didn't really think Dean interfered much)

[...]

When night came, Harry barely remembered his commitment to Ginny, he took his shower, put on his pajama pants and kept his shirt off, the heat forcing him to do so. He and Ron talked about commonplace things and discussed the new magazine that his friend had purchased, which was far from familiar and educational.

‘‘I think she’s great’’ Seamus commented, tossed on his bed and looking at the page Ron had marked as the best of all

‘‘It’s the tattoo’’ Dean sighed ‘’Harry, what’s your opinion?’’ For some reason he thought Dean had questioned him mainly because he was on a tightrope about any answer he could give. Agree with that, Ron could end up with his balls, since he dated his younger sister. Not to agree, they would know he was lying, because Ashley was such a hot woman, there was no denying it, and even Ginny would confirm that.

He preferred to shrug ‘‘I think there are better’’ Basic, simple, and that implied that his girlfriend was in that circle - which was true, because only Merlin knows how many baths Harry has been taking lately.

When everyone finally decided to sleep, Harry closed his curtains, trying not to remember his girlfriend too much so he could really rest, but unable to avoid remembering her smell or the feeling of his kisses on her neck. Or when she was kneeling in the middle of his legs, reading a magazine and resting her head on one of his knees, looking barely paying attention to the fact that Harry was about to pass out.

‘‘Hey’’ Harry almost reached the bedroom ceiling when she whispered into his cubicle, Gin’s floating head popping out between the curtains as she smiled gloriously, raising her wand and casting protective spells over there. ‘’Nice chest’’ And with an almost idiotic shame, he pulled the cover up higher, protecting himself from the redhead who seemed to vibrate with excitement

''What the fuck are you doing here?'' She took off his cloak - which he didn't know how the hell she had stolen -, wore adorable pink shorts, not much shorter than he used to see her, the old shirt was a little tight and showing some of its creamy skin. Gin pulled the cloak off her body, and settling down beside him, smiling from ear to ear as she got comfortable on the other half of the pillow, right next to Harry still shocked

‘’Didn’t we agree?’’ Ginny wrapped her cold arm around his waist, pulling him to lie down again, burying her face in his bare chest. That at this point, it was echoing the violent beating of his heart ‘’You agreed with me’’

‘’I had my head on your breasts. I would agree to die’’ She laughed, shrugging and crawling up a little, coming face to face with him, noses a few inches away

‘’Please don’t agree to die just because it’s close to my breast’’ The brown eyes were quite dark due to the lack of light, but Harry could still see some of that caramel color that he loved so much. Only now, it looked a lot more like the color of the firewhiskey, and he would be drunk easily if they stayed that close.

‘’What are you doing here?’’ This time he laughed ‘’If Ron sees us ...’’

'' ..He's not going, we're protected'' Ginny came even closer, and instinctively he closed his eyes, smelling the delicious scent of flowers ''I just wanted to be with you, no worries that in a few minutes we need to run to some classroom or library ... Besides, I just need to get out of here a little bit before everyone wakes up, so we have a lot of time'' And she ended the distance, kissing him with an almost new calm, holding his face and tilting her body closer and closer to Harry's.

His hands were lost at the end of her spine, going down the delicious curve that ended in her soft ass, then passing through the firm thighs and staying there, before going up all over again and strolling through the ribs and stopping on the side of her left breast, who without much effort, Harry realized was unprotected from a bra. He groaned in his girlfriend's mouth, just at the thought.

"You're going to be the cause of my death," Ginny laughed, rolling them around until Harry was on his back on the mattress and she could mount him with agility, moving away from his lips and looking like the most beautiful thing he had ever seen .

''I'm happy to be me and not any other girl. Or the you-know-who’’ Harry smiled, happy that they were there, blinking almost anesthetized at the sight of her in his lap

''So do I, '' He admitted, like a fool in love who was ''You look beautiful'' He meant that he was never worried about his future, or any shit related to Horcrux when he was beside her, that he never he was as peaceful and happy as he was in those last days, that he never felt so ... alive. He also meant that he loved her, and that he was terrified of that feeling because he had never experienced anything like it.

''You're looking at me like that funny'' Even in the darkness, he could see her blush ''Stop it'' Ginny laughed, covering her boyfriend's face with her hands, and Harry bet his fortune that she looked like a tomato at that moment

‘’Can’t I say you’re beautiful anymore?’’ He would laugh next to her, spread her hands and look at her again

‘’No, I prefer you to kiss me’’ Harry who wouldn’t argue against that argument, leaning over to grab it again and get back to the common snogging between the two.

But it didn't seem like that was in Ginny's mind, not when she curiously ran her hands down Harry's bare chest and scraped her nails on the small dark hair path under his navel, over his pajamas and making him lose his breath

‘’Gin ... ’’ It sounded more like a snarl, the small hand touching him there, seeming to discover his entire territory, and consequently making him wake up completely.

‘’Let me do this’’ She asked, sucking on that tender spot behind his ear ‘‘I want to know what it’s like’’ Harry could die now, he decided, his balls retracting with the light feather stroke she was giving him

The kisses continued, much more fervent and hotter than they had ever been, Harry let his hands roam around her sides and with an impulsiveness that only came when he was close to Ginny, he grabbed her delicious breasts, as if they were the two most valuable snitch from the world, moaning at the sensation of softness against his rough hand and almost burning when she did the same in his mouth.

The caresses continued and Ginny started to move her hips in an almost deadly friction with Harry, looking inert to the movements she was making.

‘’Teach me’’ She asked euphorically, biting his lip before opening her burning eyes. Harry winced when her hand ventured into his already tight underwear.

Not knowing if he would be able to speak, he dropped one hand until he found hers, looking intently at his girlfriend as he wrapped her fingers around his own, squeezing a little more and adjusting to be as he liked, barely able to breathe when they started the movements together.

Tempted to simply close his eyes and fall back on the bed, Harry forced himself to continue exploring Ginny, because as much as it was delicious to feel her jerking off to him, the boy didn't want to be the only one to feel that happy.

''If you do that I won't be able to concentrate'' She moaned as he kissed her freckled collarbone, while his left hand also curiously dropped to the middle of her legs, feeling incredibly big and powerful when he realized that Ginny it was hot and humid.

'' We can handle it'' He kissed her mouth again ''I also need you to teach me'' Harry swallowed the grunt when Ginny's fingers ran under his balls, massaging them with a little care, as if she didn't know whether she was doing it right or not ''Fuck!'' His eyes rolled with sensation, his hips pushing up and making him lose consciousness for a few seconds

Ginny's free hand helped him into her panties, which meant that she had to get out of his lap and lie down on his side again, one leg still wrapped around his waist so he could gain space. Her folds were soft and slippery, and Harry did his best to remember when Seamus had brought that book about female anatomy, struggling to find Ginny's clitoris.

‘’Harry ... ’’ She moaned when he finally found it, squeezing it a little harder and almost making him come

''Gin .. '' He bit her shoulder, trying to contain himself with excitement as he adjusted to the pace that seemed to please the redhead, who started to become really noisy, moving her hips harder, her hand on Harry's cock gaining the same speed as his fingers.

‘’Harry’’ She moaned when he left only his thumb on her clitoris, curiously placing a finger inside it, which she squeezed like a vise, so hot that Harry thought he might be burned. They were no longer able to kiss or articulate coherent words, Harry was totally worried about not coming until he made Ginny at least get close

''Slow down if you don't want me to finish before you do'' He whispered a little lost, being very brave and putting another finger inside her, before heard her swallow a scream and then take it off quickly, feeling like an idiot for doing that ''Sorry!''

‘‘Don’t worry, put it on again’’ Ginny loosened her grip on his cock a little, finally looking at him, looking like a fucking Greek goddess in front of him. And Harry followed her request, hearing she moan gloriously as she pressed herself against his fingers

‘’I swear I’m going to pass out’’ He spoke again as soon as she combined the rhythm of his fingers with her hand. She laughed, looking a lot more amused than Harry thought appropriate for that moment

''Sorry, but I said I was going to lose my concentration'' And then they started kissing again, calmer, but without losing the rhythm of their hands, both of them climbing up to that cliff that looked too tempting not to jump, Harry coming there first, in a cut groan that seemed to break his skin, a thousand times better than any handjob alone in the bath, making him have blurred vision and lose his strength, letting his face fall in the curve of Ginny's neck, like a drunk after many firewhisky bottles.

Tempted to make her feel the same, he continued his work on his girlfriend, feeling her tighter and tighter, her nails digging into his shoulder blades as she moaned in his ear, her chest rising unevenly and his name coming out in the last seconds before finally coming, getting much more slippery and wet, as well as being red as fire.

Harry never thought she was as beautiful as she was then.

‘’That ... ’’ Ginny lowered her leg from Harry’s waist, swallowing hard as she looked at him in awe

‘’I hope your spell is really good’’ And as if only now she realized where she was, she opened her eyes wide, putting her hand over her mouth and blushing even more

"Did you ever wonder if we made too much noise?" Harry took his wand, cleaning up the mess they had made and then adjusting her and his pajamas before covering them again - at some point, the blanket had been tossed away from the bed - returning to settle on her soft breasts, feeling the happiest man in the world

''Your brother would have come here to kill me, you can be sure'' Harry assured me ''Gin, I ... '' Then he stopped, thinking that he couldn't lock her up like that, not when - now that his consciousness was finally back - he didn't know if he could be alive tomorrow. It would be unfair, and he would never forgive himself ‘’How did you get my cloak?’’ She smiled, snuggling closer and wrapping one of her legs around his waist, as if he were a big pillow

''I have my secrets .. '' Ginny kissed his forehead, not far from the scar, but none of them noticed, not at that moment at least, and Harry couldn't explain why he felt so safe and ... loved, but he was too tired to dissect his own mind.

The two slept embraced, tired, and the following year, when he fled on his suicide mission, feeling helpless and afraid, he used that memory as a refuge, finally realizing that Ginny had been the first person to touch his scar lovingly, and Harry was sure that she was the woman of his life, he just wasn't sure if he would have the chance to be the man of her

#hinny #missing moments #hinnyprompt #hinnysmut #Harry Potter #harry X ginny #hpb #harry potter and the half blood prince #missing moments half blood prince #read-a-hinny-fic #ginny weasley

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unholyplumpprincess · 3 years

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Vengeful Tease

Self indulgent Dark sparks fic that ended up Way bigger than intended.

Summary: With Natalie being a tease in the arena and loving to ‘play with her food’ it leads to a back and forth tease war between herself and Wraith. Leading to a lil bit of exhibitionism inside of Elliott’s bar (Sorry Ellie :( )

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Wraith/Wattson

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Trans gal Wattson with cock/dick verbiage for her, teasing, public play, Wraith has lots of body mods and is mildly mentioned, possessive behavior from Natalie, p tame for a lemon!

Words: 4.4k

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To say that either of them were clueless in the beginning was an understatement.

At some point, Natalie had gotten comfortable and close enough to Wraith to call her ‘best friend’. Gleefully shouting it whenever she could and wrapping her arms around Wraith with delight. Yet, on the same hand, Natalie couldn’t ever place why Wraith would only half smile at the term ‘best friend’ and why she was the only one who could hug her without threat of a kunai at her abdomen.

And on that other hand, Wraith couldn’t place why ‘best friend’ made her heart do a funny thing of almost disappointment. Or why she felt safe enough to let Natalie wrap her arms around her, burying herself into Natalie’s shoulder and curling her fingers at the middle of her back. Or why when Natalie’s perfume lingered on her clothing, that she seemed to perform better in the ring.

Or why both of them had become so comfortable to the point Wraith could allow affection to her person, or that Natalie knew that Wraith’s room was her comfort area. Or that she could outwardly stim in front of her in ways that someone else would perhaps mock, but Wraith would just smile patiently before proceeding the conversation when Natalie worked it out of her system.

~Rest under the cut~

Or why when one night, Natalie had been excited to be taught eyeliner and Wraith had stood in front of her, carefully applying it, how both their eyes had lingered on each other’s lips and the tension between them lasted all night.

Now? Wraith wouldn’t tell you how long it took either of them to catch on. But Natalie would be the first to tell you that Wraith isn’t all salt and vinegar.

Wraith had...expected it to go a lot smoother- or well, had expected that Natalie might have been the more nervous or shy one. Turns out, Wraith was the one who was nervous and shy, trying to go slow or not sure what was too fast. Their first kiss had been Wraith saying she was finally ready and Natalie beaming so bright and clapping a few times.

It had taken a whole three minutes for Natalie to stop getting too excited when their faces were close. Herself bursting into giggle fits and murmuring about how exciting this was, grabbing her skirt and flapping it a few times before going, “Okay, okay! We can do this! Gah! You’re so cute- ah hold on-” And having to lean back to ground herself.

It was Wraith who finally cupped her cheeks and gave her the quickest peck, only to have Natalie giddily climbing into her smaller girlfriend’s lap to press cherry tasting kisses all over her face and lips.

Elliott had tried to give pointers when Wraith asked, but after finding out he was just as hopeless and projected himself full of experience, it was clear both of them weren’t going anywhere. Certainly not with Elliott a mess himself and gesturing loudly about how he couldn’t even tell Bloodhound that their shots were ext- exarg—extra—extrav- really super cool.

It didn’t help Pathfinder had patted him on the back and exclaimed in that permanently delighted tone, “It’s alright, best friend! I’m sure they would have shown you first hand what a good shot they are!” And making Elliott groan and thunk his head into his hands.

At least both Pathfinder and Elliott try to help Wraith with girls. Both having varying inputs until Wraith realizes that the best way to do this is to, well, actually talk to Natalie.

It goes...great, save for the part where Wraith feels tears sticking to her lashes as her throat clogs up. Trying to get out her fears, of her thoughts, having to try and open up. Natalie is just as patient, sitting with her and asking if she needs a break. Telling her she could write it down instead if that helped. Going so far as to bring Wraith a notebook and markers just in case.

God, she loved her.

Now, thankfully, quite a few months into their relationship and coming up on their ‘first year’ according to Natalie who kept track, they’re pretty stable. Keeping communication constant. Well, except for in the arena if they weren’t on the same squad. Natalie certainly made it more of a challenge with her taunting with sniper shots around Wraith’s feet as a warning she was coming to get her.

Made the killing part less heartbreaking and more like a primal instinct of competition.

That’s what had happened earlier in a match. Natalie had gotten the upper hand that time all because Mirage had gotten separated from her own duo. Wraith, later, would find it was due to sniper shots chasing him the other direction that were from his own partner, whilst Wraith had been chased the opposite direction with the sound of a revving peacekeeper right on her ass.

She’d found herself chased into one of the bunkers, managing to get her back to the charge tower so she’d at least have a chance to turn around and maybe portal away. But then she finds herself knocked to the ground and a very cute electrical engineer happily in her lap with a peacekeeper tossed over her shoulder, and Wraith’s L-star slid to the side.

“Bonjour, mon trésor! Ah, it is a beautiful day for- how did you say it last time? Revenge?” Natalie’s voice is teasing, her eyes bright and delighted as she speaks. Overhead, the announcement for Champion Eliminated goes through the walls and a quick glance at the scoreboards on her arm piece tells Wraith there’s five squads left. And her own teammate is a death box.

“Mmh. Can’t recall. Was it before or after you screamed?” Wraith teases back, already accepting her fate. There wasn’t a way around it, her own weapons too far, even the kunai on her calf couldn’t be reached with Natalie straddling her lap. She could probably roll her over, but even then, she risked Natalie being quicker. And judging by the four other whispers curling on the left side of her head, that is precisely what would happen.

Regardless of the tease, Natalie is beaming bright at her, leaning down to peck her nose. “I’ll see you from the champion’s pedestal. Bye bye!” Before Wraith feels the blast of a revved-up peacekeeper and finds herself waking up in the medical bay and in desperate need of a shower.

True to her word, Natalie and Bloodhound place as the top duo. It’s sweet to see Natalie bounce on the screen from the showers where Wraith was getting dressed. Watching as she holds her fist out for Bloodhound who hesitates before gently bumping their own to her fist- much to her girlfriend’s delight.

Elliott is the one who suggests a little get together at his bar that night. To celebrate their victory, he says. So, it ends up with almost all the legends at his bar. Revenant, Alexander, nor Crypto attend, all having varying excuses.

Wraith tries to back out, but upon seeing Natalie’s joy at the idea of a day out, she’s quick to agree herself.

It’s when she arrives at Natalie’s room do things heat up. Wraith arrives with some outer wear of a cropped leather jacket, a black lacy bralette and matching torn up, high waisted skinny jeans and her boots. Her hair is down, washed and in gentle waves curling onto her shoulders. She’s even got a bit of eyeliner and lipgloss on, and the black choker with a silver heart on that Natalie had gotten her.

Once she’s in, she’s quickly dragged into the bedroom and told to wait right there as Natalie disappears into her bathroom to get dressed. A laugh bubbles from Wraith’s lips, her pierced tongue flicking across her lips, “Nat, not that I mind you wanting to change in the other room- but I’ve seen you naked before.”

“But! I have a surprise for you! I got a new dress, just- let me-” There’s a small struggle noise on the other side of the door that makes Wraith bite her lip to resist laughing. Hearing the small ‘pat pat’ of Natalie trying to jump her way into something and the sound of shimmying before the door opens up.

All that peeks out is her head, allowing Wraith to see her huge smile narrowing her bright blue eyes that have a touch of pink eyeshadow clouded around them. Her hair is a bit frazzled, her short, triangular bob looking almost like static is making it float. Her undercut at her nape looked freshly shaven too once she turns her head as if to peek back into the bathroom, and Wraith was dying to get her hands on its velvety texture.

“Well?” Wraith gestures to the still closed door and watches Natalie grin softly this time, as if she’s shy. There’s a moment where she seems too nervous, or even too excited before she pulls back the door and stands in the doorway with her hands in the air excitedly.

“Ta-da!” Natalie happily exclaims, doing a small twirl where she stands to show it off in full. It looked tailor made, a cotton candy blue fabric covered with yellow lightning bolts dress with tied straps at her shoulders in sweet little bows. The top was a bit low, showing off her cleavage with the top part looking to be made out of stretchy fabric. Down to a fitted waist with a flared-out skirt at her hips with a fluffy petticoat underneath, much like a sundress, that reached just above her knees. What she must have been jumping into must have been the fishnet tights she had on, going into her everyday pink and blue sneakers.

She looks the direct opposite of Wraith. Bright, sunny, bubbly, sweet.

She’s watching you.

Are you just going to stare?

You’re making it obvious-

Wraith mentally tries to block out the sounds of the whispering that remind her. At least twelve fawning over their- her- their—no her girlfriend. Clearing her throat as she tries to find her voice with the throbbing echo lingering. “Y-yeah it’s- uh. It’s definitely cute. You look beautiful, Nat. Did you cut your hair?”

“Yes! You noticed? Would you like to feel?” As if reading her mind, Natalie’s already coming closer, tilting her head down so Wraith can reach up. Feeling over the soft fuzzy of her nape until her hand drops to cup there.

For a brief moment they look at each other, with their faces close and Natalie’s eyes flickering down to Wraith’s parted, plump lips. Gently, Natalie’s resting her arms over Wraith’s shoulders, looping them and smiling oh so softly at her as Wraith’s fingers idly trace over her nape.

Kiss her.

Kiss her, what are you waiting for?

Kiss her she wants you to, she wants you to, she wants you to...

She wants you to kiss her.

“Too loud?” Natalie murmurs, snapping Wraith from her glazed state. Her bright white eyes flicker up to read Natalie’s expression, patient as ever with a soft smile. Wraith gives one back, letting her hand slowly drop from her nape to let both hands rest on the dips of Natalie’s waist. Gently thumbing over the fabric there.

“Nothing bad.” She reassures her, tilting her head ever so slightly and watching as Natalie follows the motion, leaning ever so slightly closer until their breath mingles. “Lookin’ to quiet my mind?”

A grin splits across Natalie’s face, her eyes brightening with a mischievous little expression. “Anything for you, mon bébé.”

That’s how they end up late to the bar. When Natalie had kissed her, holding Wraith tighter, she had moaned and grabbed at her waist tighter. Resulting in gently getting pressed backwards until Wraith fell onto the bed and had Natalie in her lap. Her skirt fanned around them and over her hips, a memory of the arena and the sound of the peacekeeper distant in her mind when Natalie kisses her again.

It really isn’t Wraith’s fault when she ends up with small hickeys on her neck surrounding her choker. Nor is it Wraith’s fault when Natalie is grinding against her lap, panting into her ear about how badly she wanted Wraith to touch her. Whining about how good she could be for her, how she’d do anything to have Wraith’s legs spread, please, please, please, she just wanted to taste her-

But it is Wraith’s fault for reminding her they had a bar to get to.

That results in Natalie huffing, at first starting to make an excuse, but then she sits up. Her eyes sparkling and fluttering her lashes despite her flushed face. “Alright. You’re right. Let’s go.” Said in a perfectly sweet tone as she slides off Wraith’s lap and adjusts her skirt. Wraith is certainly thrown for a loop, and not liking the mischief in her girlfriend’s eyes when Wraith narrows her eyes in suspicion at her sweetness.

When they arrive, Elliott greets them brightly. Though his eyes do linger a moment on Wraith’s neck, giving her a playful look of raised eyebrows whilst she cranes her neck to the side to see a bite mark in double canine placements on his own neck, making the same face back at him. Their quiet exchange quickly left to just quiet when Elliott quickly shoots a look her way that says to drop it before she can make a remark.

Wraith realizes quickly why Natalie had been so quick to agree. Because this meant she could do her favorite thing: Teasing.

When they sit down for their drinks with everyone else at the bar table, Natalie idly rests a hand on Wraith’s thigh. Squeezing there whilst maintaining conversation as her fingers slide into Wraith’s inner thigh. “Oui! Bloodhound was a fantastic duo partner- do you think our sponsors would allow us to go again? I am sure Elliott will not mind having his butt kicked again?”

Resulting in Elliott grinning as he yells, “Hey, hey, hey! I wasn’t the only one getting my ass kicked by their own partner!” He’s quick to defend, shooting a look to Wraith who thanks the lights overhead that her heated face is not seen. Nor is anyone paying attention to where Natalie’s other hand is besides the one tapping the table. The one under it gently squeezing Wraith’s inner thigh until she parts her thighs and feels fingers tracing along the seam of her crotch.

“I let her win.” Wraith coolly replies, shooting a glance to Natalie who feigns an offended gasp and expression.

“You did not!”

“And you think I’d just let myself be hounded into a bunker if it was anyone else?”

“Yes! Because you were out of ammo!” Natalie cheekily replies, squeezing her thigh once more before leaning away to make conversation with Makoa who is howling with laughter at this point.

Wraith feels herself throb and curses herself when she glances over to see Natalie leaned over the table a bit and able to get an eyeful of her cleavage.

This was going to be harder than she thought. Especially with Natalie not catching anyone’s attention with her subtlety.

This happens the rest of the night. With soft whispers in Wraith’s ear when no one’s looking, softly biting her pierced lobes, to kissing up her neck when no one’s looking. To grabbing her ass when they’re both getting up to get drinks, keeping herself behind Wraith so she could slide a hand from behind and under her to rub at her through her jeans. It was torture, not to mention the thrill of the public play really sending Wraith over.

It isn’t until Natalie goes to the bathroom and everyone starts to move and do their own thing like darts or pool does Wraith get a text. She pulls it out at the table, instantly feeling a flush over her body to see Natalie in the private stall mirror with her ties undone on her shoulders and breasts exposed. One hand pulling her skirts up to show she’s not wearing panties and the fishnets keep her exposed, the other taking the picture cheekily with the caption, “Want to create sparks between us?” with little lightning bolt emojis spread around the image.

Natalie was really going to be the death of her with her adventurous taste. But, not like Wraith would want to even say no as she’s getting out of her seat and letting Elliott know she’s feeling a bit overwhelmed so she’s going to go to the bathroom. He’s understanding and kind as always, telling her to text him if she needs anything and if he sees Natalie he’ll let her know!

He knows.

Can’t lie to him.

Bloodhound is watching him.

They look hungry.

Thanks, great, guys. Now’s not the time to worry about if Elliott is going to get pounced either. More important things at hand like trying to go to the restroom area and figure out which room Natalie is in.

On your left.

An echo relaying through Wraith’s mind just as a door peeks open on her left and her jacket sleeve is caught, dragging her into one of the private bathrooms. The click of the automatic lock behind her sounds deathly loud despite the soft bass boosted music still thrumming in the restroom. Wraith has her back against the door, looking up at Natalie who still has her top pulled down. And even despite having seen her naked more times than she could count, Wraith still politely maintains her eyes on her girlfriend’s face.

“Hi,” Natalie smiles, her voice soft as she comes a little closer. Only briefly making eye contact with Wraith before having to glance away. Their bodies are pressed together now, her chest against Wraith and her warmth spilling over their bodies. She’s coy in the way she leans her head in, tilted ever so slightly and breath fanning across Wraith’s lips. “Is...this something you would be interested in?”

The smallest question of consent, the smallest gesture that Wraith could back out, that relaxes her entire body all at once. A sigh exhaling from her glossy lips and watching as Natalie licks her own nervously. Wraith can’t help the soft laugh that escapes her, gently reaching up to cup Natalie’s cheek and swiping her thumb over the scarring on her face softly. “Think it’s a little hard for me not to be interested.”

It’s the playful tone that makes Natalie smile, leaning into Wraith’s hand briefly before being guided forward into a kiss. At first it’s gentle, with both of Wraith’s hands coming up to rake through Natalie’s hair. Wraith is the first to nip at her bottom lip to make Natalie moan softly, pressing their bodies closer and one of her hands coming down to grab Wraith’s thigh and hitching it around her waist.

“Nat-” Wraith whines out when their kiss breaks, Natalie kissing down her jawline and down her neck to where the smaller bruises had been from earlier. A gasp chokes from her lungs when Natalie bites down on one, sucking over the flesh to leave it darker and large just beneath her choker.

“You chose to wear your choker one purpose, oui?” Natalie teases when she pulls back, using her free hand to trace her fingers over the new bruise. Pulling her fingers up and tucking just underneath the choker through the little heart in the front to give a little tug.

Wraith’s face flushes, because yeah okay maybe she did. She almost picked her collar instead, black with silver studs, looked perfectly suitable for outside. But the embarrassment had been too strong.

Natalie’s mouth finds her neck again, softly kissing until she finds the spot she wants to create a bigger bruise. Wraith hisses, gently tugging at her hair as she manages to get out, “Yes- fuck, Nat, they’re going to see-”

“Let them see.” She murmurs back against her neck, kissing down her body as she starts to sink to her knees. God, she looked pretty like that, Wraith thinks. Her skirt fanned around her waist, top pulled down to reveal her C cup breasts with little beauty marks dotting them. Wraith’s mouth waters at the idea of getting her mouth on them, but is quickly distracted when she feels her jeans being undone.

“I’ve been thinking about this since earlier,” Natalie sighs as she pulls Wraith’s jeans down with her help of a small shimmy. Pulling them down to mid-thigh with her panties and sighing at the sight of her. Wraith’s cunt had dark, soft hair there with the hair at her lower lips darker from her wetness. Her clit was on the larger side, enough to be a mouthful.

Natalie groans, nuzzling her nose against her mound to inhale her scent, breathing out her next words, “I almost asked to take you in the woods outside- but, I was unsure if this would even be ‘up your alley’.”

Wraith swears at even the mental image of Natalie taking her outside. Having her up against a tree and having to cover her own mouth as Natalie touched her. Thinking about the sweet, noisy thing that Natalie was when she was being touched, how she probably couldn’t keep quiet enough- someone would come see-

“Fuck-” Wraith gasps out, feeling Natalie part her lower lips and quickly running her tongue from her hole to clit. Her head thunks backwards onto the wall, one hand coming down to quickly fist into her hair and feeling her face burn when she feels Natalie moan back against her.

It wasn’t a surprise to her that Natalie liked to give head, an oral fixation of sorts she had explained, it helped keep her mind clear. Leading to Wraith some nights ending up only receiving head for hours at a time until she was overstimulated and couldn’t think.

Worked out great for them both to clear their minds.

It’s really hard to think of where they’re at right now with Natalie moaning against her cunt. Hands holding onto Wraith’s hips to keep her still despite her desperate attempts at trying to press her hips forward. Wraith’s much quieter between the two of them, sighs and gasps leaving her, occasionally looking down to watch how Natalie noses at her. Or to see how she backs up and peeks up to briefly catch Wraith’s gaze as she presses a wet kiss over her plump clit.

Wraith’s breath catches in another swear, curling her fingers at the back of Natalie’s head to hold her still. Trying to fuck her hips towards her mouth and finding Natalie still has a grip of her hips. The look Wraith is given could make her fall to her knees at how Natalie looks under her lashes, a smile quirking her lips as she suckles on her clit. Leaving one last, long lick before she’s pulling her head back to start peppering kisses over Wraith’s exposed hips and belly.

“Nat- Nat, come on, that isn’t fair-” Wraith breathes out, her clit throbbing and already feeling the denial edging through her body. It doesn’t help when Natalie leans down, blowing cool air over her and still keeping her held still so Wraith can’t even buck. “Nat! Fuck, come on we’re in- we're in public-”

“You know what I want to hear, mon coeur.”

Please.

You know the rules, behave.

She wants to hear you say please.

Just beg. Don’t fight. Look at her.

And Wraith does look at her, watching how Natalie looks up at her with such adoration. Her lips glossy from the wetness sticking to her and her own saliva, no shame in her eyes when she leans forward to give a sloppy, wet kiss to leave Wraith wanting more.

Even with Wraith’s hands in her hair, fingers shaking and trying so hard to guide Natalie’s pretty mouth back to her clit, it doesn’t work. She swallows thickly, practically on her tiptoes to try and gain some sort of leverage, but she quickly finds it doesn’t work.

“Please- please, please, let me cum. Baby, please?”

“Mmh...And what else?”

“I...” Wraith breathes out a soft sound when Natalie goes back to properly eating her out. Licking at her hole to get her wetness and gliding her tongue back up to her clit. Properly sealing her lips around it and moving her tongue just underneath to feel the harsh throbbing of Wraith getting close. “I’m- I’m yours! I’m yours, I’m yours!”

Wraith’s voice is a quiet, desperate shout, and that seems to be the magic word because Natalie’s moving her skirt out of the way and letting go of Wratih. Holding her skirt up in one hand and the other maneuvering her cock free from the fishnets to jerk herself off. Wraith wastes no time in curling her fingers into the blonde hair, holding Natalie still as she humps against her face, fucking her face earnestly with soft gasps leaving her throat.

Natalie moves her own hand in sync to the small humps, taking it like a champ with her own soft moaning fueling Wraith. It isn’t long before Wraith’s cumming, letting out a small cry and holding Natalie right in place so she can still fuck against her mouth. Riding out the waves until she’s satisfied with a shaky exhale and leaning back against the door.

When Natalie’s mouth is no longer busy getting fucked, a loud moan passes her lips just as Wraith reaches down to cup her cheek affectionately. Sliding her hand down to grab Natalie’s chin, angling her face upwards to see slick coating her chin and her eyes glazed over. Poor thing.

“Open your mouth, Nat.” Passes from her lips softly, watching as Natalie obediently does so, so Wraith can slide two fingers into her mouth to give her something to suck on. It muffles her whining too, her hips desperately fucking up into her own grip. She looked so cute like that, and not to mention, Wraith had some vengeance to enact for making her embarrassed. Both in the arena, and in here.

“You wanna fuck me, sweetheart?” Wraith croons out, watching as Natalie’s eyes flutter and she makes the sweetest ‘mmhhmm’ sound around her fingers.

A smile plays on her lips as she presses her fingers further into Natalie’s mouth to make her choke a bit, whining around her fingers as Wraith croons again, “Maybe if you’re a good girl I’ll let you fuck my thighs here and maybe, maybe I’ll ride you when we’re home, hm?”

Judging by the high whine and Natalie’s eyes tearing up, she’s going to take that as a ‘yes’.

Boy, she really hopes Elliott doesn’t come looking for them.

#Darksparks #Wattwraith #Wattson x Wraith #Apex legends #apex lemons #Wattson #Wraith #nsft #lemon #Trans Wattson #princess writing #Omg this was such a good fic too go me

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rohad93 · 4 years

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Moonlit Masquerade: Ch 10

Luz appraises herself in the mirror one final time as she gets ready to leave. She holds her mask in her hand as she looks at the eyeliner King had carefully applied for her after she’d gotten out of the shower, as well as the glyphs inked carefully behind her ears, giving them a pointed appearance.

For someone with no eyelids, he's really good at it.

She steadies herself on the sink, as she stares back at herself in the mirror.

Was their milk in her lunch? Her stomach is squirming uncontrollably.

Aye dios mio

Shes is so nervous.

She decides talking to her mom might make her feel better. She pulls out her phone and starts the recording.

"Hey Mamì, I'm about to go to a magical masquerade party and confess my feelings to one of my closest friends…well, wish me luck!" When the vlog is saved she pockets her phone.

She takes a deep breath and exits the bathroom and walks down the stairs where everyone is waiting on her.

Eda and Lillith are sitting on the couch talking quietly to each other, King is curled up on a cushion beside them.

She clears her throat softly, drawing everyone’s gaze.

“Well, how do I look?” she asks nervously, holding out her arms and doing a little spin.

A black vest fits snugly, buttoned around her frame over a dark violet dress shirt tucked into the waist of her black dress pants, which stop just below the ankle, too rest on her polished black dance shoes. Her hair is slicked back much like at grom and the flower she had picked up at the market is pinned to the vest on her chest, a bright pop of white against the darks of her clothes.

She feels really fancy actually and she kind of likes it, even if it’s a little strange for her.

Eda lets out a long, low whistle as she stands and walks over to Luz with Lillith trailing behind.

“You look fantastic, Kiddo.” Eda grins, walking circles around her.

“Very dashing.” Lilith agrees, smiling.

"You will conquer your enemies and the heart of that measly girl!" King raises his tiny fists into the air.

Luz puffs her chest out at the praise.

"That illusion on your ears is pretty impressive," Eda hums. "Maybe we could do something like that with the other ones.

Luz is momentarily sidetracked by the idea.

"Do you think if I drew the fire glyph on the palm of my hand I could shoot fireballs?"

"That sounds incredibly dangerous…," Eda says.

Lilith is relieved that her sister is being sensible for once.

"And totally awesome! We'll wait till after the party to try it though."

Lilith slaps a hand against her forehead.

She puts on her mask. It covers her face from her forehead to her cheeks, leaving her eyes and mouth exposed. It's black with bright swirls of purple around the eyes and a pair of upward curved horns on the forehead.

“Wait, how am I going to find Amity if she’s wearing a mask?” Luz suddenly remembers.

“The Blights will be wearing masks, but they aren’t enchanted with the glimmer spell. They’re the hosts and it would be quite problematic if no one could find them.” Lilith soothes her worry.

“That and they’re too proud to hide,” Eda huffed. Lilith doesn’t disagree with the statement.

“Oh, well, I guess I’m ready then.”

"You got this kid, show that girl of yours some of that bad girl coven charm." Eda winks, prompting her sister to roll her eyes even though she's smiling.

"Right!" She smiles and bolts toward the door.

"Hey, hold on!" Eda calls and she slides to a stop looking back at her mentor. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Eda questions.

"Uh, bye?" She tries and Eda chuckles, looking at the girl fondly.

She holds out her hand and a few seconds later her staff flies into the room landing in her outstretched fingers before she tosses it to Luz, who scrambles to catch it before it can clatter to the floor. She looks at the staff in her hands and then back up at Eda.

"Be careful, and try not to make too much racket whenever you come back in." She smiles and Luz's face breaks into a bright grin.

"I won't, I love you!" she calls as she runs out the door.

Owlberts wings pop open and she straddles the staff and takes off toward her destination, wind whipping through her hair as she flies above the treeline.

Eda and Lilith watch her go from the doorway.

"She's got this." Eda crosses her arms and leans in the doorway. Lilith hums in agreement.

The cool air helps calm her nerves some as she directs Owlbert toward her destination.

"You can do this, you're Luz Noceda, you've done way harder stuff than this!" She hypes herself up on the short flight to Blight Manor.

Though, nothing she's ever done before has had such power to potentially break her heart…

She shakes it off and clutches the staff tighter.

She's going to do this!

As she rides through the air she can see the moon in the sky, it's large, full and not surprisingly, blue.

A bright cobalt in fact.

She knows what a blue moon is in her world, it's just a second full moon in one month, but she's not surprised at all that in the Boiling Isles it's actually blue.

Soon Blight manor comes into view, it’s as large as Luz imagined it would be. It reminds her of a Victorian-era house she saw in a history book once. She glides to the ground outside the large black gate that encircles the house.

A pair of stone gargoyles sit outside the gate and suddenly their eyes light up.

“Invitation” an eerie, breathy voice drifts out of the statues and Luz jumps.

“Oh… uh.” she digs the paper out of her pocket and holds it up, then the gate swings open and the statue’s eyes go dark.

“That’s so cool…,” Luz whispers, starry-eyed as she walks up to the house.

She knocks on the door and after a few seconds the door opens up and Emira is standing there in a long golden colored dress. Her hair is out of its normal braid and done in long ringlet curls around her head. Her mask is the same color as her dress and studded with little crystal gemstones.

“Hey, Emira,” Luz greets with a grin.

“Hey, come on in." She stepped out of the way and gestured inside. By the lack of recognition on her face, Luz can tell that Emira has no idea who she is.

She follows the older teen inside.

"You can leave your staff here." She holds a hand out to a rack affixed to the wall that already has a number of staves hanging from it.

Luz carefully hangs it up and follows Emira through the entryway into the main room which is already filled with people in masks chatting and helping themselves to the refreshments.

"Enjoy yourself," Emira says before disappearing into the crowd.

Luz looks around at everything. Everyone is dressed to the nines and there are some very interesting masks among the crowd. She doesn't recognize anyone, but that was the point she supposed.

The lights are low but there are floating sconces with fire to give the room a certain ethereal glow and upbeat music is wafting around the room. She just happens to look up and her mouth falls open. The ceiling is a rounded dome of glass, allowing for a clear view of the night sky and the moon slowly moving overhead, it's blue light shining onto the high polished floor.

Luz has seen a lot of amazing things since coming to the Boiling Isles, but this really does make the top five.

The food looks amazing but she really can't bring herself to eat right now.

Instead, she begins scanning the room, looking for a certain head of mint green hair.

She glances over the dance floor where a few people are already dancing but doesn't see who she's looking for among them. She walks around, taking it all in.

She catches a few people's eyes and they wave or nod. She smiles but doesn't stop to talk, she's on a mission.

After five minutes she finally turns around and freezes.

Amity

She'd recognize her anywhere... provided she wasn't wearing an enchanted mask of course.

She’s standing on the other side of the room, looking around, and Luz hopes it's her she's looking for.

She finally really looks at her and her mouth goes dry.

Amity is wearing a dark, magenta-colored dress that stops at mid-shin and the ‘v’ shaped collar dips just below her collar bones. The long sleeves go all the way down to the back of her hands and are affixed to gold rings on her middle fingers to hold them in place. Luz swallows thickly as she takes in the girls’ entire appearance. She’s pretty sure those are the same shoes she wore to grom and there’s a black choker wrapped around the column of her neck. Her mask is black with fang-like points framing her cheeks and little white stars painted on it.

She’s never seen Amity with her hair down before and it does weird things to her insides.

A gleam catches her eye and her gaze is drawn to the brooch pinned to the left side of her chest.

The brooch Luz had given her.

Seeing this sends Luz’s heart too thumping loudly in her chest, but it also emboldens her.

She squares her shoulders and straightens her vest before walking confidently across the room toward her, carefully maneuvering around the other guests but never taking her eyes off Amity.

Amity is facing away from her when she stops just behind her and, resolved, reaches up to tap the other girl’s shoulder.

Amity looks over her shoulder and her curious face turns surprised before she spins around to face her.

“It’s you,” she says, softly, eyes wide behind the mask and Luz’s heart is beating so hard she’s surprised Amity can’t hear it, but her nerves are tempered by a lack of reaction that tells her that Amity really doesn’t recognize her.

“Hi” Luz smiles and dips herself in a half-bow, holding out a hand. She’s seen this in more movies and books then she can count so she figures, why not?

The greeting gesture is familiar to Amity, being from the upper echelons of Boiling isles high society.

She slips her hand into Luz’s and her anonymity emboldens Luz to a level she could never even begin to dream of without it as she leans down farther and skims her lips over the back of Amity’s knuckles, hardly a touch at all but it’s enough for Amity to make a surprise choked noise.

Luz straightens up and scratches the back of her head with her free hand and chuckling sheepishly.

“Sorry, too much?” She asks.

“No! No, it’s fine.” Amity chokes out as her hand is released. "You look very nice." Which is an understatement of unparalleled proportions she thinks.

Her 'date' is about her height, lean and cuts a very nice profile in her fitted suit.

Something is so familiar about her, but the glimmer on her mask keeps Amity from really focusing on what it is. She supposes that she'll know before the evening is through.

"Thank you." She seems to straighten up at the compliment. "You’re beautiful." She smiles and Amity flushes behind her mask. At the many parties her parents had dragged her to over the years she's heard a variety of compliments. Cute, adorable, pretty.

Usually Adults talking to her like she’s a baby.

This is the first time she's been told she's beautiful and it makes her knees weak because she knows the girl standing in front of her means it.

"Thank you." She smiles shyly.

“I’ve never seen you with your hair down… it’s nice.” Luz says and the young witch flushes all the darker and Luz can’t help but grin.

"I thought I'd do something different…" She shrugs and is reminded that this person knows her.

Before they can say anything else, Edric and Emira appear on a nearby raised dais in a puff of blue smoke.

Edric is wearing a gold colored vest and mask that matches his twins' but it's over a black dress shirt tucked into black pants.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Blight manor." Edric holds up an arm and takes a dramatic bow, making the tails of his vest swish about with the movement.

"Remember not to reveal yourselves to anyone until the party ends when the blue moon is directly overhead." She points up and all the guests look up at the celestial body that is only just peeking past the edge of the glass to be in view.

At least two hours before it's overhead.

"And enjoy yourselves!" the twins echo with a wink before they draw a spell circle and disappear as quickly as they had appeared.

"Those two are a riot…," Luz chuckles once the twins have finished officially starting the party.

“You know Ed and Em?” she asks, trying to think of some way to make conversation but then just wants to slap herself for that. “Oh… well, duh, they invited you, so obviously you must…,” she trails off, embarrassed and Luz can see the pink dusting her cheeks. The mask doesn’t cover much and she smiles.

“Ah, well, I wasn’t exactly on their list of invitees,” she chuckles. “I asked them if I could come.” she shrugs.

"You willingly wanted to come to this? Why?" Amity asks with a laugh.

"Of course!" Luz grins. "I knew you'd be here." She says this like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

Amity feels like tonight is going to be a theme of her being red faced and embarrassed. She thought it was bad when Luz was around.

She stiffens at the thought, but quickly pushes it aside.

“Emira seemed to figure out how I felt about you and I think she took pity on me.” Luz chuckles with a shrug.

Amity’s brows furrow at that, Emira knows how she feels about Luz, why would she encourage some secret admirer? Then again that seems like the kind of teasing thing her sister would do.

Now that the party has officially begun, more people have moved out onto the dance floor and a quick upbeat song is playing.

Her date looks at her smiling, and there's something so achingly familiar about it that tugs at Amity's heart strings.

"May I have this dance?" She holds out a hand, open palm inviting.

She smiles and rests her own in hers.

#Lumity #Luz Noceda #Amity Blight #Edric Blight #Emira Blight #Eda Clawthorne #Lillith Clawthorne #King #TOH #the owl house #fic #Moonlit Masquerade

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infernwetrust · 3 years

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March Madness [Jim Mason x Xavier Plympton]

Summary: Xavier decided that for this year’s March Madness [College Basketball], he wants Jim’s attention more than ever.

Warnings: smut, oral sex, mentions of drug use, drug use, apply more as you see fit.

WC: 2.6k

A/N: Am I the only one who thinks aside from surfing that Jim would be really big into sports? Thanks for reading! -Juno

Jim sat on the couch, beer in his hand, jaw clenched as he tried to focus on the March Madness game in front of him. You see, March Madness was a special time for Jim. A recent college graduate two years year ago, he was a big fan of college basketball. His school, Duke, of which he was now a proud alumni, was playing Yale. Class of 2017, Jim was. Him and his college buddies got together every year , freshman through senior to watch the games. This was their first year apart. But, he couldn't keep focus when Xavier was desperately begging for his attention.

The two had been the best of friends growing up, having met online on some stupid 3D chatting game their freshman year of high school. They talked almost everyday, eventually getting each other's Skype information because they both wanted to put a face to who they were talking to everyday. And when Jim laid eyes on Xavier for the first time he couldn't help but tell him how cute he is and how he loves his blonde hair and his blue eyes. And quite the surprise for Jim, Xavier reacted the same way, but complimenting all of Jim's features head to toe as Xavier shy'd away from nothing. They left their 3D world for Skype, got each other's numbers and all the social media.

Parents were introduced over Skype, both sets being concerned to the lack of their sons appearance with the family and they all grew to love each other. When Xavier heard about Jim's parents divorce a few years later, he was there, throughout all the crying, throughout Jim's rampant drug use. No matter how gone he was, Jim made sure he saw Xavier's face before he passed out. He saved up enough money to finally visit PV by the end of his Junior year and that's when they started dating. When he met Jim's sister Medina, they instantly hit it off, becoming just as close. Xavier learned a lot about Jim as did Jim about Xavier. They knew what made each other tick, all the favorites, all the non-favorites, all the turn ons and turn offs, the allergies, you name it, they knew it. Despite the distance, as Jim decided Duke was the best for him, and Xavier decided that UCLA was the best for him, they made it work. The occasional campus visit every now and then was something they also did. And with a little bit of luck, they had their own little apart in the heat of downtown LA shortly after graduating college. Jim would do anything to stay the fuck away from PV and when Xavier came to him with the idea of getting their own place over FaceTime one night, how could Jim say no? At that point he didn't care what else everyone thought about it, aside from Medina who encouraged him to.

A few months after they had moved in together, Jim cut off all contact with his mother and father, blocking their numbers and everything else they could find him on and encouraged Xavier to do the same, especially when it came to his mother. Xavier really only kept in contact with his dad and step mother, not really wanting to talk about his biological mom for all the hell she put him through. The two found the most comfort in each other and that's all that mattered. They had their little groups of friends they made from college and they'd hang out every so often, but nothing compared to being at home, lost in each other.

Xavier, who was fresh out of the shower, walked into the living room, towel draped around his waist, taking a seat next to Jim on the couch, but laying his head in his lap and as he laid on his back on the couch, unlocking his phone and scrolling through his Instagram. His hair was still a little damp, leaving just a small pool on Jim's college sweats, but of course he didn't mind. Xavier had missed Jim who was gone all last month, visiting his sister Medina who had moved to New York City. Every march he would miss Jim too because that's all Jim focused on, was the basketball games. By the end of them he would be too tired. Quickies were the most Xav would get out of Jim.

Jim was already extremely attracted to his partner both physically and mentally. Any time Xavier was present in the room a fire burned within him. And now here he was across his lap, body glistening, the smell of Irish Spring and minty fresh tooth paste filled his nostrils. He inhaled sharply, using his free hand to place on Xavier's chest. He rubbed it up and down, knowing that drove him insane. Xavier chewed on his lip, pretending not to be affected by Jim's touch, but his chest was rising and falling faster. He chewed on his bottom lip, eyes still glued to his phone.

Physical contact was something that Jim needed and Xavier knew that. It made him always feel closer to X. If they sat together in public, they're knees were always touching, or Jim would casually place his hand on Xavier's thigh. At home it was always free reign. If Xavier was typing away on his computer at their kitchen island, Jim was there, arms wrapped around him as he rested his head against his back. If Jim sat watching tv like how he is now, Xavier was either next to him, knees touching, Jim's arm wrapped around his shoulder or completely laid out across his lap, asleep. They held hands all the time when they were out, not caring about the scrutinizing looks they'd receive from some people. Jim always stepped up when he had to and he wasn't afraid to get physical. Jim would remind them that's is 2019 and that he doesn't give a fuck what they think.

Despite his dominance in the bedroom, Jim loved being the little spoon. Most of the time he ended up completely on top of Xavier in his sleep, leading to a morning of lazy sex as the two dry hump each other, half asleep. Jim glanced down at Xavier, noticing his red eyes.

"High without me?" he asked, frowning a little bit. Xavier looked up at him, blue eyes surrounded by red streaks.

"I hung out with Chet and Ray today." he said. "You know what happens when we hang out. Plus I figured you would be smoking all while you were watching your games." Jim stayed silent, returning his eyes to the tv, taking a big sip from his beer. "I can always smoke again with you, baby."

"I don't want you to be too high."

"No such thing as too high as much as we smoke Jim." Xavier said, sitting up and looking at his boyfriend, shirtless, in sweats, hair a mess, staring at the tv. "Come on. Do you want to?" Jim turned his head to look over at Xavier who awaited his response. Smoking marijuana was something that had also brought the two closer together. It was more than just high sex. It was the interesting conversations or the ridiculous jokes. It was the endless amounts of cuddles and soft kisses as the two rode out their high, bodies floating as they sat or lay wherever.

"Yeah.." Jim mumbled at first, speaking louder. "What did we buy again?"

"Northern Lights or Mimosa Cookies."

"Northern Lights. You know I don't like Sativa before bed."

"I knooooow." Xavier sauntered out of the living room and down the hallway to their bedroom, quickly returning with his purple galaxy rolling tray and a container of weed. He plopped back down onto the couch, next to Jim. "Do you want to roll it?"

"No, you roll them better." They actually rolled them about the same. He just liked to watch Xavier roll. The way his fingers delicately broke down the cigarrillo, disposing of the tobacco in it. The way he licked the inside of the broken down wrap to get it moist enough for the weed to stick and for it to seal. Evenly packing it, he'd roll it between his fingers, bringing his teeth and lips ever so gently down on the wrap to pull it over itself. Tuck and roll. Tuck and roll. And then he'd dry it out a little bit with the flame from his disco lighter. And when he rolled joints, how he'd crumple the paper first before laying the weed down on it. How he'd roll it and tear the gum lining clean off with his teeth.

"Want the to do the honors?"

"You know it." Jim took the blunt out of Xavier's hand, putting it in between his lips, lighting it up and taking a deep inhale followed by a short exhale through his nose. As Jim loved to watch Xavier roll, Xavier loved to watch Jim smoke. He took a few more hits before passing the blunt to Xavier. They passed back and forth for about 30 minutes, really taking the time to let their new high set in.

"Care to go again?" Xavier asked, taking a huge swallow from his water bottle. "I wish there was smoking, but without the cotton mouth."

"No, I'm content." Jim answered. "And you and me both." He had cracked opened another beer from the cooler that he always kept next to him during game. Duke was up by 2, much to Jim's annoyance, but he was too stoned to get off the wall angry like he usually does about these games. He went to take a drink, missing his mouth by just an inch, pouring some of the contents on himself.

"High much?" Xavier questioned, raising his eyebrow and giving Jim a smirk.

"Maybe just a little bit." Jim responded, looking down at the mess he made, chuckling a little bit. "I'm gonna go get my towel."

"No, you don't have to do that."

"But I don't want to sit here getting sticky?"

"Who said anything about being sticky?" Jim, too high to catch on, shot Xavier a confused look, but that look quickly turned into pure lust when Xavier leaned over him, tongue slowly gliding across his chest, down to his stomach, leaving a few soft kisses behind too as he cleaned up the mess Jim made all over himself, but he didn't stop there. He reached between Jim's legs, grabbing a handful of him, semi-erect. "No underwear, Mr. Mason?"

"I'm in my own house, Mr. Plympton." Jim said, jaw clenched together, tight as Xavier just held onto him. Jim never wore underwear, underneath his shorts, sweats, or jeans whenever the two were home alone and Xavier knew that. He did it for reasons just like this, but never expected Xavier to be so forth coming during March Madness.

"Hmmmm." Xavier hummed as he began to rub Jim through his sweats. Jim let out a sigh of ecstasy as he threw his head back. He let his hands work their way into Xavier's hair, tugging at it a little.

"You know better than to distract me from one of the most important games in history, right?"

"Why do you have to allow yourself to get distracted? Just relax..." And that's how Xavier got most of what he wanted out of Jim. His voice was laced with his intoxication and need for Jim. It was low, seductive, persuasive, charming. "Just let me worry about you and you worry about Duke vs Yale, yeah?" Jim just simply nodded, as Xavier pulled his sweats down and watched as he cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach a few times before it finally settled. "Excited?"

"Mmmmph, suck me..." was all Jim managed to get out, his eyes darting back and forth between the TV and Xavier. Xavier giggled, giving Jim's beautiful pink tip a warm kiss as it laid against his stomach before fully taking Jim into his mouth, tongue swirling as he did.

"Fuck..." Jim sighed as he gently ran his hand through Xavier's hair, massaging his head as he did so. "You're so spoiled aren't you? Knowing that I can't resist you at all, no matter, fuck, hard I try." And Jim wasn't wrong. All Xavier had to do was send him a couple naughty word text messages and a simple picture and Jim, only sometimes, was out of his last class 10 minutes early, back in his dorm, and on Skype with him, getting off to the little show that Xavier put on for him.

"Mhmmm." was all Xavier said, mouth full of Jim. Jim shivered as the vibration rippled throughout his cock and body. In response, X picked up the pace, wet noises filling the room. It didn't take long for Jim to become a moaning mess from the warm wetness of Xavier around him. Pop. He popped Jim out of his mouth, doing that a few times because he knew it set Jim off.

"Fuck, you're so good." Jim said, basically out of breath. "So fucking good, so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth." Xavier's bulge was aching against the couch, wanting to Jim to fill his other hole, but not here, he wanted Jim in the bedroom. After giving Jim a few more good pops he put him back in his mouth and all the way down his throat, holding Jim there and giving him the opportunity to take control and he did, gladly. Grabbing a fist full of X's hair once again he thrusted his hips upwards, breathing heavily as he did so.

"Want me to fuck your throat?" Jim asked. "Hmmm?" Xavier nodded around him, sneaking his hand under himself just so he could rub at his aching hard on. He didn't have to tell Jim twice before he started thrusting in and out of his throat and Xavier took it like a champ. He gripped Jim's thighs, digging his nails into them as Jim sped up, his moans getting louder and louder by the minute. Using his other free hand, Xavier grabbed Jim by the throat, giving it a tight squeeze. He knew Jim loved to be choked the closer he got to his orgasm.

"Harder." Jim said. "Choke me harder." And so he did, the speed at which he fucked in and out of Xavier's throat, now relentless. "Ohhhhh... fuck... X...."

"Mmmmmmmmmm." Xavier hummed around his dick again. Not a single tear left his eye. Not a single gag left his throat. He was such a fucking pro.

"Fuck... Fuck... babe... Im gonna"

Jim let go, all the way let go , down Xavier's throat and he swallowed all of it, popping Jim out of his mouth as the final tease.

"God, I love you."

"I love you too, Jim." Xavier said, standing up with his towel still wrapped around his waist. Jim's eyes immediately found the bulge that was about to make his towel drop off his waist if it got any harder.

"You look like you need some help. Why didn't you let me take care of you too?"

"Your game, remember?" Xavier said, pointing to the TV, but Jim wasn't even paying attention to that. He stopped trying the moment Xavier started popping him in and out of his mouth.

"Honestly." Jim began. "Fuck this game right now."

"Whaaaaat? Jim Mason saying fuck March Madness while his school is absolutely dominating Yale right now?" Xavier questioned.

"Oh so you've got jokes?"

"But..." Xavier began, pulling his loosely wrapped towel from around his waist and letting it drop to the floor. He was leaking so much pre-cum and it made Jim so happy how horny he made him. "If you want this party continue... and you don't mind filling a second hole..." Xavier turned around so that his bare ass was on full display for a drooling Jim. "Then you know where to find me, Jim Mason."

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Dig a Grave to Dig Out a Ghost - Chapter 3

Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3 - Mortuary

There were always one or two friends in your life who you're never afraid will scold you or hang up on you in the early morning hours, even if the reason is because you had a nightmare about potatoes in your home growing lots of hair. Yin Zhou was this person to Lin Yan. He had two long strands of messy hair on his head, always wore unwashed shirts, and the eyes under his glasses could never focus because of how long he had spent gaming.

They grew up in the same neighbourhood, attended the same elementary school, middle school and high school, and they were each that "brilliant other child" in the eyes of both their parents. Since childhood, Lin Yan, regardless of how hard he worked, achieved the high grades that Yin Zhou could have achieved if he didn't skip class every day. No matter how good his grades were, his parents would praise Lin Yan for his diligent and hard work. After the college entrance exam, the two drank a glass of wine as a farewell and celebrated them parting ways. Unexpectedly, Yin Zhou missed half a page of questions while writing the math papers, but he still went to the same university as Lin Yan, so almost two. So the friendship continued with the constant cycle of loving and hating each other.

Later, they were divided by their majors. Yin Zhou studied electronics and Lin Yan studied history. From then on, there was little crossover with the two majors. Without the pressure of competition, the two of them became much closer, playing games, flirting with girls, talking about politics; there was no end to their activities.

The 'regular place' referred to the bar.

When Lin Yan walked in, he saw Yin Zhou shooting his shot with a girl at the bar unsuccessfully. Lin Yan called his name several times before he turned around. Yin Zhou opened a bottle of beer and his eyes widened: " Yo, you weren't responding to any of my calls or texts. Were you on a date?"

Lin Yan drank half the bottle in single breath, and said calmly, "I've got lost and was going around in circles."

"Got lost?!" Yin Zhou stared at him for a long time. Seeing that Lin Yan wasn't joking, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Are you feeling alright? If you're feeling sick, let this brother take you to the hospital."

Lin Yan was in a weird mood because of all the strange events that had happened. Now, his voice wasn't very strong either. He simply put down the beer bottle, put his hands on the table, raised his voice and shouted into Yin Zhou's ears: "I! Saw! A! Ghost!!"

His voice was so loud that most of the people at the bar heard him. They turned to look at him like he was crazy.

Yin Zhou hid his face behind his hand and muttered about how embarrassing it was. After thinking about it, he raised his head and said with a dazed expression: "Was it a female ghost? Was it pretty?"

Lin Yan was at a loss for words and the muscles on his face twitched.

Then Lin Yan explained all the night's occurrences to Yin Zhou in extreme detail, but he started regretting it halfway through. Yin Zhou obviously was eating it up, and a pair of unfocused eyes were shining with an excitement that couldn't be matched in ten thousand years. He rubbed his hands together and stammered when he heard the section of the figure under the street light: "This is too unscientific, or maybe it's too scientific. I'll apply to use one of the labs tomorrow, maybe I can figure this out!"

Lin Yan wanted to smash the beer bottle on his head.

"You seem busy, I'll head out first."

Yin Zhou caught him before he walked away and scratched his head: "Alright, alright. I'm just kidding. Have a drink first and we can go back to my place afterwards."

"Let's be optimistic. If that thing is a guy, then you've got to get rid of him immediately. If it's a woman, then she should definitely get down on her knees to see what is under your jeans."

Lin Yan was actually very grateful to him when he drove Yin Zhou all the way to his house. He thought that unreliable people would have unreliable benefits. No matter how weird things were, he would really listen to them, but he immediately regretted it once they reached his apartment. The reason was simple: Yin Zhou's room was dirty and no living person would ever be found in this room.

The sight that Lin Yan was faced with when he stepped in the door made him scream inside. It's better to go home and be scared to death by ghosts. God only knows how he lives like this. It was a 10-square metre rental with rubbish and clothes littering the floor. There were mountains of instant noodle boxes on the table. Some of them were being used as ashtrays and there were cigarette butts floating in the murky soup. He had no idea how long they were left there, but they were exuded a rancid smell.

The laptop was thrown on the bed, and there was a line of characters moving across the screen. Yin Zhou rushed to take a look, and groaned: "It's been going on repeatedly. The program has to be changed." After he was done talking, he didn't pay any more attention to Lin Yan. He leaned against the headboard, flipping through his notebook and clicked to stop debugging, tapping on his keyboard with his long fingers.

"There is food in the cupboard. If you get hungry, grab something to eat."

Lin Yan opened the cabinet and inspected Yin Zhou’s selection. Various brands of instant noodles, rice vermicelli, pickled mustard greens, a large number of ham sausages that were about to expire. . . If this guy croaks one day, the number of preservatives in him would help him survive for at least thirty more years. If ancient people had eaten things like this, it could've saved conservation historians so much time.

"Do you have any clean clothes? Mine are soaked from the rain. Could you lend me some dry clothes first."

"There's some on the ground. Grab those."

After feeling Lin Yan's murderous glare, Yin Zhou reluctantly got up and slowly opened the wicker basket at the foot of his bed: "Yes, yes, my mother comes to wash my clothes once a week, and the clean ones are here."

After speaking, he threw him a graphic t-shirt.

"You earn so much from your projects yet you live in such a shabby place. You don't even own a washing machine, and that quality of life is catching up with you. Aren't you afraid that your arrogant old man won't give you money to marry a wife in the future? Lin Yan took off his shirt, stretched the t-shirt over his head and put it on. With the shirt over his head, he asked in a muffled voice: "Help me find a pair of pants."

Yin Zhou threw his hands up and said with disdain: "You're being so picky. A person uses so much stuff when they are alive but when they're dead, they only need a coffin. Why are you being so particular about this?" After finishing speaking, Yu Guang looked at Lin Yan with a smirk. : "Xiao Linzi's figure is good, the fitness card is not for nothing."

He glanced at Lin Yan with his peripheral vision and gave a sly smirk: "Little Brother Lin is in good shape, your gym membership wasn't bought in vain."

"Don't you dare call me Little Brother Lin, I'll show you want a real man is!" Lin Yan picked up the electric kettle that was thrown by the bed, wiped off the ashes, and smacked his lips.

Lin Yan picked up the electric kettle that was thrown near the bed, wiped off a handful of cigarette ashes, and smacked his lips.

"Disgusting."

Yin Zhou ignored him and spoke to himself as he flipped through his suitcase. "I remember I had a pair of new jeans, where are they going. . . Huh? What's this? Did my mother leave her clothes in here?"

This was. . .

The body was made of red satin, black lining, with loose sleeves that hung down, and there was heavy embroidery around the wrists. Yin Zhou shook it out curiously. Just as he was about to hold it up to compare it to his body, Lin Yan cried out: "Put that down, don't touch it!"

Looking at Lin Yan's pale face, Yin Zhou also noticed that something was wrong, so he threw the red clothes on the bed.

"These are mortuary clothes. It's for the dead." Lin Yan said weakly.

Yin Zhou's face also changed.

"This thing doesn't belong here."

Yin Zhou looked around his room, as if to relieve the nervous atmosphere, he laughed twice: "Is it wrong? How about I call my mother and ask if she left it."

Yin Zhou looked around his room. Trying to break the tense atmosphere, he laughed twice: "Was this a mistake? How about I call my mother and ask if she put it in here?"

Lin Yan looked at the clothes and said dejectedly: "No need, I believe you."

He was getting angry, thinking that this thing was trying to provoke him no matter what, and now it was involving his friend. He was clearly trying to get a reaction out of him.

For a while, both of them were speechless. The room was silent except for the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Under the light of the bright light, the red clothes were laid straight out on the bed like paper. Despite its bright colour, it was gloomy and had a terrifying appearance. The ancient style and the luxurious fabrics exuded such a cold atmosphere that it was like the sun had never touched it.

Ten minutes later.

Lin Yan picked up the car key on the table. He sighed and said to Yin Zhou: "I'm going back home. This thing is coming after me, staying here will only hurt you."

Yin Zhou spat out: "Don't give me that bullshit. It would be stupid to go back by yourself, just stay here."

What Lin Yan wanted to say was interrupted by Yin Zhou: "We're close enough that you're wearing my pants. Won't I be the one that will have to explain what happened to your parents if there's an accident? Don't mess with me. We'll talk about this in the morning."

After talking, yin Zhou searched under the bed for a while. He found another notebook and handed it to Lin Yan: "Do you think a ghost would be able to scare us to death? Hurry up, let's get some kills on Dota!"

Lin Yan was silent for a while, opened his notebook, and said with a smile: "You asked for it, I won't go easy on you!"

The light flickered and dimmed, and the room became more and more gloomy. Lin Yan knew instinctively that something was staring at him somewhere in the room. Maybe it had a pale face, wrapped in a red mortuary, and said sorrowfully: Your death is approaching.

This must be the weirdest night in his 22 years of life, Lin Yan thought. Once the sky begins to get bright, things will be over by dawn.

The red mortuary was like a long, stiff corpse lying on the bed, the sleeves folded across the front as if to remind him that this was only the beginning.

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Whumptober 2020 - Day 7

This trope is one of my favs. Also we get Lance whump this time (in addition to Keith, of course), and a hopeful ending! Check the warnings and enjoy!

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Day 7 - Carrying/Support

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: broken bones, mild gore, death mention, mild blood, fever, scorpion mention, venomous creatures, vomit, seizures

The creature was gone. Dead. Keith had made doubly sure of that. It was dead, which was good, but that didn’t change the state that it had left them in.

“Lance?” he called out uncertainly. The Blue Paladin had taken a bad hit from one of the monster’s wildly swinging arms during the fight, flying across the tiny clearing and slamming into the trunk of a tree. He hadn’t moved since.

He’s dead, a cynical voice in Keith’s head sneered. He’s dead and it’s your fault. You got your own teammate killed.

He shook the unwanted thoughts away and took a step closer, hissing as the wound in his side pulled. Lance wasn’t dead. He wouldn’t allow himself to even consider such a thing until he saw for himself. It was bad enough that Keith hadn’t been able to protect him from getting hurt, so he couldn’t possibly be dead.

Slowly he made his way over, one hand wrapped around his middle and applying pressure to the bleeding hole left by the creature’s sharp tail. The first thing he noticed about Lance was the blood on the side of his head. The second was the unnatural twist of his left leg.

“Quiznak,” he whispered, then louder, “Lance. Lance, can you hear me?” Reaching out with his free hand, he hesitantly placed two fingers against his pulse point.

There. A steady heartbeat. He released his breath in a whoosh, wincing at the pain that shot through his abdomen. Lance wasn’t dead. Just unconscious, which frankly, wasn’t a whole lot better in their situation.

They were in the middle of the jungle, just the two of them, with their Lions, their team, the Castle, any hope of help miles and miles away. Something about the density or the material of the trees was blocking their comms signal. And clearly, the jungle was not a safe place to be. Staying here left them as sitting ducks, a nice, injured and helpless snack for the next alien creature that came along. So staying was not really a choice at all, but leaving would be a whole lot easier if Lance was awake.

“Lance. Hey.” He used the hand that had checked for a pulse to lightly pat his cheek. “Time to wake up. We gotta go.”

Nothing. He patted harder, falling just short of a slap, and dropped his hand to shake Lance’s shoulder. “Hey. come on. Let’s go.” Still nothing. “You. Cargo Pilot.” Not even the nickname he knew Lance couldn’t stand brought a reaction.

Keith swallowed hard. His head injury must be really bad if he couldn’t be roused at all. What if he had internal bleeding? What if there was brain damage? What if he never woke up?

Stop it. Stop worrying and just deal with the situation. Clearly he was going to have to carry him, no matter how much his side protested that idea. First things first, he needed to try to stabilize both their injuries. Thank goodness for his knife. A couple of branches and both his sleeves later, Lance’s head was wrapped and his leg in a splint of sorts - not perfectly set, but held still so that it wouldn’t bounce too much while walking - and Keith’s waist was bandaged.

Now came the hard part, and he was already exhausted. Maybe it was blood loss, but the wound seemed to be sapping the energy straight out of him. Didn’t matter, though. He had to get Lance out of there. Had to get them both back to safety, back to the team. As gently as possible, he pulled Lance up by his arms to a sitting position, then turned and draped the arms over his shoulders, trying to make sure his head was resting against one of them in a comfortable position. When he was satisfied, he reached back and hooked his hands underneath his thighs.

The sound that came out of him when he struggled up to his feet was somewhere between a whine and a groan, and he was glad that Lance wasn’t awake to hear it. Straining like that hurt. He took a moment to breathe, to let the pain ease and get used to the weight on his back. It was a good thing that Lance was skinny, and not quite as muscular as Keith. Being taller was bad enough. His legs were so quiznaking long, he could barely keep them from dragging the ground.

Alright. One step at a time. Slowly, he began to trudge forward. His side twinged with every step, but after a minute or two he found a bit of a rhythm, was able to ignore the pain and the way his chest was heaving for breaths already, at least for a while. He tried his best to keep his mind on the task and his surroundings, not on how creepily, unnaturally still Lance was, or how any tree could be hiding a new threat, or how at this rate it was going to take him twice the couple of vargas the trip out had taken.

Just one foot in front of the other.

Ignore the pain, it’s not getting worse, that’s just your imagination.

Don’t trip on that root.

It’s definitely not spreading, those are just muscles you aren’t used to using.

Gotta get over the log. Don’t drop Lance.

You’re just dizzy because you haven’t had food or water in a while.

He wanted to stop far sooner than he allowed himself to. How long he had been walking, he had no idea, but was hoping it was at least a varga. He had a feeling it was less. Putting Lance down almost wasn’t worth it, thinking about how he’d have to get them both back up in a few minutes, but he knew he had to rest and at least drink a little water from his canteen. It wouldn’t do Lance any good if he keeled over from dehydration or exhaustion before he got them out of there.

A quick check of his bandages told him that the bleeding had at least slowed down, if not stopped, which was good. What wasn’t good was the cold that had creeped in from out of nowhere and seized his flesh. The jungle was warm and humid, so it certainly wasn’t atmospheric. Keith shivered, pulling his legs in closer to his body and laying his forehead on his knees. A fever? It kinda felt like it, but it was far too soon for an infection to have set in.

Shaking off the concern, he took one last sip of water and set about getting Lance onto his back. Exertion should keep him plenty warm.

Just keep walking. Just keep walking. Just keep - great, now he was singing it like that stupid blue fish on that stupid movie the team had made him watch.

Exertion was doing nothing for his body temperature. Pretty soon he was shivering, his eyelids burning in that tell-tale way that meant he most definitely had a fever. His throat felt as if it was stuffed full of cotton balls, leaving only the tiniest of holes for him to breathe and swallow through.

A moan from near his ear brought him to a stumbling halt. “Lance?”

Another moan, this one accompanied by movement. “Wha-...ow.”

Keith shut his eyes in relief, then opened them quickly when he realized he was listing to one side. “Lance.”

“Keith? What...what’s goin’ on?”

“We’re on our...way back. T-to the city.” Speaking it out loud reminded him that he should still be walking, so he gritted his teeth and stepped out again.

“What...happened? My head…”

“Yeah, you...you hit it...pretty good. Broke your...leg...too. M-monster...remember?”

Lance shifted against his back, seeming to become a bit more alert. “Oh, yeah. I do remember that.” He sucked in a breath through his teeth as one or the other of his injuries flared.

“Take...it easy. Don’t...don’t…” Keith stumbled, almost falling, losing what he wanted to say in the meantime.

“Hey, you okay? Why don’t you stop and rest a minute? It can’t be easy for a shorty like you to carry me for long.”

“Can’t. Just...stopped. Gotta...get…”

“Yeah, but you don’t sound so good. Come on, Mullet, just for a minute.”

His body and mind were at war over the idea, but his body and Lance’s pestering won out in the end. Getting down proved much easier with Lance awake and able to stand on one leg and support himself against a tree. Once he was sure that Lance was sitting comfortably, he nearly collapsed to the ground, curling in on himself again.

“Geez, you look even worse than you sounded.” Lance leaned in, brushing the hair off of Keith’s forehead with one hand. “Dude, you’re burning up! What happened to you?”

Keith shook his head. “His tail...got me. Don’t know...why...fever…”

Lance raised one eyebrow at him. “You mean the tail that looked a lot like a scorpion’s? Oh gee, Mullet, I dunno, how ever could that have given you a fever?”

The cotton from his throat had moved into his brain now, causing him to just stare at Lance with a blank gaze. Seeing this, his friend seemed to take pity on him and softened his tone.

“It was probably venomous, bud.”

Venom. Right. That would make sense. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he pressed the heel of his hand against his forehead. “We gotta...we gotta keep goin’. Not...safe. You n-need…” Suddenly remembering the head injury, he looked up and grabbed Lance’s chin, turning his face to the side. “Gotta...get help. Could be…” The words floated away again, leaving him shaking his head in confusion.

“Hey.” Lance took his hand and lowered it. “I’m okay. I’m more worried about you right now. You’re right, we should get going, though. We need to get you back to the Castle, stat.”

Keith nodded, then struggled up to a crouch and turned his back to Lance, waiting for arms to be thrown around his neck.

“Oh, no. No way am I letting you carry me. Just help me up and we’ll walk together.”

Keith glared at him over his shoulder. “Your leg...is broken.”

“Yep, and you’re gonna be my crutch.” He gripped the tree trunk and started trying to pull himself up, leaving Keith no choice but to stand and help him before he hurt himself even worse.

With Lance’s arm across his shoulders and his hand gripping Lance’s belt on the opposite side, they were able to get started again, going even slower than before but going, regardless. Keith would never admit that he was grateful for the new position, since he still thought Lance shouldn’t be walking, but he honestly wasn’t sure how much longer he would have made it otherwise. Even as it was, his body felt like it was burning from the inside out, his vision kept going spotty, and he definitely felt like Lance was supporting him just as much as the other way around. They had to stop to rest far too often, and more than once they had to pause and let Keith throw up, or at least attempt to.

It was nearing dark by the time they finally broke out of the jungle and saw the city where the team was waiting for them in the distance. Lance gave a quiet, tired cheer. Keith celebrated by dropping to the ground, nearly dragging Lance down with him, every muscle in his body spasming involuntarily.

Vaguely, over the sound of blood rushing in his ears, he could hear Lance screaming his name before slipping into Spanish for several sentences. It felt like an eternity before the convulsions stopped. Eventually, he became aware that his head was pillowed on Lance’s good leg, and the blue paladin was looking down at him with wet eyes.

“S-sorry,” he slurred. “I don’t...I...wanted...to get you...back. But…”

“Hey, no, it’s okay,” Lance whispered. “You got me this far. I’ll get you the rest of the way. Somehow.” He tore his gaze away from Keith’s face to stare off at the lights of the city. “I’m just...not sure how, yet.”

“Your...leg’s broken.”

Lance huffed. “Yeah. I know. You keep reminding me of that.”

There was a sudden explosion of presence in Keith’s mind, and he let his eyes slip shut with a smile. “Red’s comin’.”

“Red’s...wait, what? She is?”

A roar filled the air, and Keith relaxed for the first time since morning.

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I'm gonna be predictable and put in a really basic prompt: more Domino!Bad Batch. I don't have an exact prompt other than this, just a bunch of possibilities to choose from? Finding Fives, meeting up with Rex after getting Echo, Rex actually being told Domino is ALIVE??? There's so many ideas.

...this hit 1.6k, I think I can (SHOULD) declare this done. >_>

THANK YOU, THIS WAS AWESOME! For this set of prompts, based upon this plunnie. Armor designs are based on @mercysewerpyro’s gorgeous speculations!

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“I hate being back here.” Droidbait glared around the hallways, his body language obvious to Hevy. He didn’t respond beyond a click of acknowledgement over the comms, because they all did. Kamino might be home to a lot of brothers, but it just held a lot of hurt and memories for him.

It ached, every time he thought about how they hadn’t been here, hadn’t been able to save their brothers when the Seppies attacked. He couldn’t stop himself from brushing the underside of his left bracer, where 99’s number rested on the inside against his wrist. Cutup saw the gesture, and leaned in to bump shoulders. Hevy rocked with the motion, nudging back with an elbow, and tried not to sigh.

They were specialists, a commando squad that went everywhere and did everything. The past was past, and back then....

He hated to admit it, but their presence might well have done nothing but add to the body count.

Yeah, he hated being back here too. At least this was just another routine checkup, and then they could go.

It still felt so weird, walking through Kamino’s halls in their armor. It was ARC style, bulkier than standard with better protection, pauldrons and kamas, all in their dark gray with subdued – but extensive – dark blue markings. It was better for stealth than the typical white, but it made them stand out like highlighted targets in the endless stark white of Tipoca City. It meant the local brothers – young, you could tell from the body language and the tight way they clutched at their weapons and watched them too overtly – were staring at the squad in a mix of awe and concern.

“There seem to be an awful lot of armed brothers here?” Cutup asked, way too casual.

“Someone’s nervous about something,” Hevy muttered back.

A loud scuffle and a yell behind them had the squad whirling around, hands on blasters but not drawing yet. There was some kind of escort squad there, longneck in the lead – at least, they had been. Some brother in reds had shoved the Kaminoan down, was wrestling weapons from the guard squad in a way that was damned impressive. Sure, garri-troopers were...not the top of the line soldiers, but this guy was good. ARC quality, probably, to get three down that fast without a single shot fired. The restraint was one of the reasons Hevy and the others didn’t draw – the other was something...familiar? Some weird sensation crawling up Hevy’s neck.

The rambunctious brother was arguing with a medical droid, then the Kaminoan slammed an alert button. The hallway lights went red, the brother grabbed the droid and ran, and Cutup cried out.

Droidbait managed words, which was more than Hevy could do upon seeing the fleeing brother’s goatee and temple tattoo.

“Fives! That’s Fives!”

-----

By the time they figured out what was going on, Fives was already en route to Coruscant. Droidbait didn’t bother asking permission; he just sauntered into their ship with a droid in tow, and poor AZI-3 was claimed as part of the team.

On the plus side, he and Reesh seemed to be okay with each other, and by the time they arrived at Coruscant, it was obvious they were keeping him. The intel he carried, though – that was...concerning.

Fives was crazy, but not the kind of crazy that would make up some kind of wild conspiracy theory.

They had a plan, they had a helpful med-droid, and all they had to do was stop being at least one step behind the action.

-----

Fives woke up. He hadn’t expected that. He distinctly remembered getting shot, and it hurt, and then it was just darkness grasping up and pulling him down.

But here he was, waking up. He opened his eyes, and that worked too. The ceiling looked like any other in a transport ship, which meant he could be anywhere. Limbs felt all accounted for, and he was far clearer headed than he’d been when–

When things went bad.

Noise to the side drew his attention: three troopers were there, in dark armor that probably indicated some kind of specialists. Well, they probably had answers.

“I’m dead?” he asked, not sure how death was actually supposed to work.

“No!” a cheerful, familiar voice declared, and AZI-3 floated into view far too close to his face. “You are still alive and now back to almost normal levels of functioning!”

“AZI! You’re–” He bit back a relieved sigh, because he was terrified the poor tinny was going to be recycled. “You’re ok?” He sat up, wincing at that feel of deep pain in his chest, a low ache that meant bacta had been applied and done its work, but it was recent and his body sure as hell remembered what had just happened to it.

“Okay, and part of the squad!” The little droid did a happy twirl, showing off a new paint job that was in the same subdued blue as the troopers.

Fives looked over at the one standing in front of the other two, jaig eyes on his dark bucket and a ‘1’ on both vambraces. “Congratulations. The squad?”

The leader nodded. “Experimental unit Clone Force 99. The Bad Batch.”

Oh-kay. “That’s a rousing endorsement.” He didn’t mean to be disparaging, but he was still getting over being dead.

The brother on the right shrugged – his bucket had an impressive set of fangs detailed on it, as if some large creature were trying to swallow it from behind. “S’what we get for bein’ weird,” he said, funny lilt to his voice and apparently not caring about Fives’ tone at all.

The third trooper sighed, giving the second one a look. “Unconventional, the word you’re looking for is unconventional!”

Trooper Two’s bucket waggled mockingly at Trooper Three, as if the brother there were making rude faces. Fives couldn’t hear anything, but he was willing to wager a few credits he didn’t have that there was something being taunted over a private channel.

The leader ignored the byplay. “Fives....” He hesitated, then shrugged. “I’m sorry, I just have to ask: you do realize that you might as well be dead to the Republic? The GAR?”

He’d been trying pretty hard to ignore that. Fives allowed himself a moment to close his eyes and just breathe. “I was raving, wasn’t I.” His voice was quiet, and he’d meant it as a question, though it didn’t come out that way. “At General Skywalker and Captain Rex. I didn’t give them anything coherent, did I.”

The silence went on too long. “I’m sorry,” the leader said.

Fives opened his eyes, and he thought he saw sympathy in the brothers’ body language. “What happened?”

AZI puffed up, the droid ready to infodump in the way that he did, but the third trooper raised a hand in a polite, minimalist gesture to stop – and miracle of the Force, AZI did.

“AZI made up a cocktail to slow down your body’s functions, to let us fake your death” the leader said, crossing his arms. “We’d hoped to snipe you before things went to shit, but – that didn’t go so well. The Guard–” His hands balled into fists, and while it was nice to see this guy had emotions. “No one can figure out why the fuck they weren’t shooting to stun, which is basic fucking protocol, but – they got you. We tagged you at about the same time, swapped bodies en route to the morgue, and now we’re about mid-rim.”

Fives’ hand went up to his chest, to where that ache still lingered. “How close was it?”

“Very.” AZI sounded subdued, which both was, and really really wasn’t an improvement. “Someone drugged you before we did, and the chemical combination was bad. But we worked through that and now you’re back!”

He couldn’t stop himself, frustration boiling over till he slammed a fist against the examination table he was on. “Nala Se,” he growled, because he could at least keep from shouting. “It must’ve been on the transport to Coruscant!”

The Bad Batch was patient enough to let him calm down, then the leader took a step forward. “You’re certain there’s a conspiracy. That the Chancellor is....”

“Bad news,” he growled, brain shying away from that unfortunate memory.

He nodded. “Then I’ve got an offer for you. Fives is dead. We’ll need time; none of us are great slicers but we make do – and we could use a new member to the squad.”

“And you’ll help me stop this?”

“Yes.”

Fives held out his hand. “Then you’ve got a deal.”

The leader grasped his wrist and they shook. “I gotta say.” His voice sounded...off; too thick and almost shaking. “I’m glad. Welcome back to the Bad Batch, Fives.”

“Back?”

The two troopers removed their buckets. The smartass had a neatly trimmed, minimalist beard and mustache, and a wry grin. He was crying, like his brother. That one was cleanshaven, with closecut hair and some kind of snaky tattoo coiling up from the neck of his blacks.

Then the leader took back his hand, and pulled his helmet. He had some impressive old burn scars along the face, but that didn’t obscure the matching designs that wrapped around his neck and up onto his cheeks.

Fives stared at those familiar Z-6 blaster cannons, and on some level through the shock he realized he was crying too. “Hevy?” he finally managed, looking over and registering that it was Cutup and Droidbait, then looking back because this could not be happening. “I thought you said I wasn’t dead.”

He was swamped in a sudden group hug, and through the laughter and tears he could hear his brother. “You’re not,” Hevy promised. “You’re not, and we’re not, and we’ll explain everything, but most of all we are going to solve this. Together.”

~end

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