#this became more of a vent than i had anticipated

[seungkw1]

mine — jww

♡ pairing: boyfriend!wonwoo x afab!reader ♡ theme: fluff, smut [18+ mdni], non-idol au ♡ wc: 2.6k ♡ warnings: swearing, size kink, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (stay safe y’all), creampie, dacryphilia, petnames (m. & f. receiving - babe, baby), reader is gender neutral but referred to as girlfriend once, gr8 aftercare ofc ♡ a/n: this is a part two to so fucking pretty but you don’t have to read that one first :)

‧₊˚✩彡 moodboard by @myhimbomingi ‧₊˚✩彡

You wouldn’t consider yourself a very romantic person, but your boyfriend’s Valentine’s Day surprise might just change your mind about that.

You’ve never given a single shit about Valentine’s Day. It’s not so much that you hate it or anything, but rather indifference - you simply couldn’t care less. Just another capitalistic holiday for companies to profit off of, right? Plus, red and pink is simply a godawful color combination. So yeah, you’ve never given a shit. 

That is - until you met Wonwoo. 

You’ve dated here and there over the years, but nothing ever too serious - all of your partners either turned out to be lousy or the relationships were just bland. So, all of them ended, and you were never too upset about it. 

But with Wonwoo, everything is different. You’ve only been dating for three months, but your relationship is the complete opposite of lousy or bland. Wonwoo is warm and loving - squeezing you in his arms and giving you kisses every chance he gets. He is caring and kind - listening to you talk no matter whether you needed to vent or just wanted to infodump about your interests. He is sweet and gentle - leaving you cute notes and surprising you with little gifts just because.

He is also incredibly fucking hot, and an absolute god in the bedroom.

You fucked him on the first date, which is very unlike you, but your chemistry was undeniable and it just happened naturally. That was the best sex you’ve ever had in your life - and every time since then has also been the best sex you’ve ever had in your life. You’d be an absolute fool not to stick around.

And so, Wonwoo became your boyfriend. You’ve always found that term to be a bit juvenile, so historically you’ve just referred to your significant other as your partner. But every time you think about Wonwoo you feel the urge to giggle and kick your feet in the air, so the term boyfriend simply feels right. You’re practically head over heels for the man. 

“Ooooo you’re so in love with him,” your best friend teased as you were gushing about your boyfriend for the nth time. 

“Oh shut up,” you rolled your eyes as you replied. Maybe you’re a bit jaded from your mediocre past relationships, but the phrase in love is not one you throw around lightly. 

But deep down, you know it’s true. You’re in love with Wonwoo.

But you’re not ready to admit that to anybody. So you keep it to yourself. You’ll cross that bridge when you get there.

That day arrives much sooner than you anticipate.

—

February rolls around. It’s the dead of winter, arguably the most boring time of year. Your mind is preoccupied with the job interview you have coming up, and you’ve been a bit stressed about it. Wonwoo has been nothing but supportive and helpful - giving you advice, offering to help you practice, cleaning your apartment for you of his own free will - and you are more than grateful to have him around. 

One particularly cold Saturday morning, you wake up to a text from Wonwoo. 

Good morning beautiful! Text me when you’re awake 😊

You smile sleepily as you reply. 

Good morning babe 💖 I’m awake!

The chat bubble pops up as he begins to reply immediately. 

Great! Can you be ready by 11am? I have a surprise for you 😁

A surprise?

Y/N: Oooh, what kind of surprise? WW: It’s a secret 😉 Y/N: Hmm 🤔 Okay... What should I wear though?  WW: Wear whatever you want, you look cute in everything! Y/N: Hehe okayyyy WW: Perfect, I’ll pick you up at 11! See you soon 😊

You hop out of bed and start to get ready, practically dancing around your apartment. You open your closet and stare at your clothes, trying to decide what to wear - which proves to be hard when you don’t know where you’re going. You end up grabbing the cozy light blue sweater Wonwoo complimented you on when you wore it a couple weeks ago, and a cute pair of jeans to match. You’re putting on your heeled boots when you hear the knockknockknock of somebody at the door. You open the door to see your boyfriend, looking incredibly handsome in his dark coat and black-rimmed glasses. He extends to you a bouquet of a dozen red roses.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says with a soft smile. 

As you take the bouquet Wonwoo pulls you in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. As your lips part you look at him, an inquisitive look on your face.

“But it’s not Valentine’s Day yet,” you tell him.

“I know,” he replies as he gives you a little kiss on your nose. “But I couldn’t wait.”

You feel a huge smile color your face. 

“So, where are we going?” 

—

The waitress sets a massive plate of the fanciest waffles you’ve ever seen in front of you. You start to salivate at the sight of the fresh berries and cream heaping on top.

A few weeks ago you had casually mentioned the bougie brunch place you’ve always wanted to try, but it was expensive and the wait was always way too long. Turns out Wonwoo immediately called and made a reservation for you two.

You go to dig into your waffles when you notice your boyfriend holding his phone up, taking photos of you.

“Hey! Stop that,” you say as you playfully try to grab his phone.

“What?” he asks innocently. “You just look so pretty.”

He looks at you adoringly. You pout, feigning annoyance, and he snaps another picture - making you laugh. There’s no way you can be mad at him, he’s simply too sweet.

After the decadent meal Wonwoo walks you back to his car, holding your hand, and insists upon opening the car door for you - even helping you take off your coat. It’s silly, but it still makes you feel warm and fuzzy.

Wonwoo starts driving, but in the opposite direction of your home.

“Where are we going now?” you inquire.

“Remember how you said you’ve never been ice skating?”

“Oh god,” you groan. “Can’t wait to make a complete fool of myself.”

“You won’t,” he insists. “You can hold onto me.”

“But you’ve never been ice skating either,” you point out. “How do you know you’re not gonna fall too?”

Wonwoo smiles. “Then we’ll fall together.”

You scoff playfully, but a grin also appears on your face.

Ice skating ends up being a disaster. Neither one of you can stop falling (it doesn’t help that you refuse to stop holding hands, so when one of you falls both of you go down), but you also can’t stop laughing - to the point where your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. You haven’t had fun like this in ages.

You look over at your boyfriend. He is extraordinarily cute right now, his cheeks rosy from the cold air. Wonwoo catches you looking at him and leans over to plant a kiss on your cheek - he then immediately runs into the wall. You let out a giggle - he looks back at you sheepishly.

“Maybe you should pay attention to where you’re going,” you tease as you nudge him with your elbow.

“Hard to do so when my beautiful girlfriend is right next to me, distracting me.” His tone mirrors your playfulness, but the way he’s looking at you - you can tell he means it.

You roll your eyes, but a huge smile lights up your face as you wrap your arm around his, squeezing him tightly. 

On the drive back Wonwoo suggests you go to his place, to which you happily agree. Before you enter, he tells you to close your eyes.

“No peeking!” he insists.

“I won’t!” you swear, placing your hands over your eyes. 

You walk through the front door and wait in the entryway, resisting peeking as promised. You hear Wonwoo fiddling with things for a minute, and then you hear the opening notes of your favorite album - the sound emanating from his record player.

“Okay, you can look now,” he tells you as he once again is standing right next to you. You remove your hands, opening your eyes to the sight of Wonwoo’s dim apartment - illuminated only by the dozen of freshly-lit candles placed around the living room. In his hands are the biggest box of chocolates you’ve ever seen, and a cute fuzzy teddy bear that’s holding a heart with Be mine embroidered on it.

“Oh my god, you really went all out,” you remark, smiling from ear to ear as your heart practically flutters in your chest.

“Only the best for you, babe.”

He sets down the chocolates and the bear, stopping to help you out of your coat before drawing you into his embrace, kissing you softly and slowly. He then takes your hands in his, pulling you toward the hallway.

“There’s one more surprise,” he tells you.

Before you can ask him what more he could possibly surprise you with, you see the trail of rose petals down the hallway, leading into his bedroom.

“You did NOT,” you exclaim as you laugh, truly bewildered at the sight of it.

You follow the trail as he pulls you into his room, where even more petals lay on the bed, perfectly forming the shape of a heart.

“It’s so beautiful I almost don’t want to ruin it,” you proclaim.

Wonwoo raises his eyebrow at you.

“Hey, I said almost.”

Without a word he smiles, pulling you in so he can grab the hem of your sweater, gently pulling it over your head to reveal the lacy bra you had chosen to wear today.

“So pretty,” he remarks as he runs his hands over your breasts, before reaching around your back to undo the clasp. “But even prettier without.”

He tosses the bra aside, taking your tits in his hands. You begin to undo his shirt buttons, revealing his incredibly toned body that still turns you on so much every time you see it. His shirt gone, you move to his belt. You unbuckle it and pull it off, throwing it to the floor as you take the bulge in his pants in your palm. He lets out a soft groan as you caress him, his erection quickly growing. You go to unfasten his pants, the taut fabric giving way as you undo the zipper, his cock now bulging through his underwear, begging to escape. 

Wonwoo suddenly grabs you by the hips, twirling you around and pushing you onto the bed. 

“Get comfy, babe.”

As you recline into the soft pillows, he removes his pants and then begins to take off yours, pulling them off of you in one go. He gently pushes your inner thighs open and situates himself right in between your legs, the only barrier between his face and your cunt being the thin lacy underwear that do nothing to hide how wet you are right now. He softly kisses your clit a few times, then licks a stripe over the sheer fabric. You run your hand through his hair as he starts kissing your clit again, this time more intensely. You begin to squirm slightly against his face - silently begging for more. Wonwoo gazes up at you, giving you a little smirk as his lips hover right above you - so close that you feel breath against your core.

“Stop teasing meeee,” you whine.

You feel his finger slide under the fabric, pulling it aside to reveal your soaked center. You feel the sharpness of the cool air hitting you, followed by the warmth of Wonwoo’s mouth against your cunt. You mewl softly as his tongue traces against your folds, lapping up your juices but only making you wetter in the process. You continue to stroke his hair as he goes down on you, enjoying the view. You love the way his nose brushes against your clit as he alternates between sucking on the bud and fucking you with his tongue. 

Eventually you feel his fingers delicately graze your entrance - he inserts only one finger at first, but it still feels so good. 

“More,” you beg. “Please.”

Wonwoo slides a second finger into your cunt. He knows how to curve them perfectly, hitting you in just the right spot to drive you insane. He fucks you as he continues licking your clit - you become a moaning mess as your orgasm draws closer and closer. Your hips begin to buck involuntarily, grinding your cunt against his face - overwhelmed with pleasure. Wonwoo wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you down against the bed as he devours you. 

“Fuck, baby - I’m cumming,” you cry out. Your legs shake as the incredible sensation takes over your entire body, the white-hot flashes of pleasure flowing through you as your pussy throbs against your boyfriend’s tongue. 

As you come down, Wonwoo gives you soft little kitten licks. You sink into the pillows, your whole body relaxed in bliss. He kisses your stomach before crawling up, his body weight laying against you cozily as he presses his nose against yours. He kisses you, his lips and chin covered in your juices. You begin to make out, his tongue moving against yours, his bulge pressing against your core. You reach down, slipping your hand through the band of his underwear, and pull his cock out. You’ve fucked your boyfriend countless times by now, but every time you’re still in awe of his size. You wrap your hand around his thickness and stroke him a few times, causing precum to leak out. You guide his tip to your entrance - you moan as it easily slips in, his size stretching you out so perfectly. He slides his entire length into you, letting out a groan as he bottoms out. 

“Your pussy’s so perfect for me, babe,” he says in a low voice. He begins to fuck you, slowly pushing his cock in and out, letting your walls adjust to his size. 

“So good baby, fuck,” he says, practically growling. “Your pussy’s all mine.”

You moan as he picks up speed, thrusting his huge cock into you further and further. His lips meet yours again - your mouths and tongues dancing against each other as he fucks you, more passionately than ever before. 

“All mine, you’re all mine.”

“Oh my god,” you cry, tears forming in your eyes from the intense pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I’m close baby - wanna cum in you,” he groans. 

“Please,” you beg. 

Wonwoo’s rhythm picks up speed - tears are fully running down your face as you let out cries of pleasure. You feel his cock pulsate against your walls as he releases, groaning as he thrusts into you, filling you up with his cum. 

As he comes down from his high, his warm body melts into yours - he’s squishing you, but you’ve never been more comfortable. His cock still inside you, he plays with your hair as he kisses you slowly. 

You lay there together for a while. Eventually, Wonwoo slowly pulls out of you, giving you a kiss on the cheek before he gets up to grab a warm towel. After he cleans you up he plops back into bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in, squeezing you so tightly it makes you giggle. 

You draw your head back just enough so you can look your boyfriend in the eyes. He’s so hot, so cute, gazing at you so lovingly - you truly don’t think you’ve ever been happier than you are in this moment. 

“I love you,” you tell him - for the first time. 

You didn’t plan on saying it, it just came out naturally. Because it’s true - you love him, more than you’ve ever loved anyone. 

Wonwoo smiles, caressing you softly as he holds you warmly against him. 

“I love you too.”

[end] 

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[sinkovia]

Yes, Lieutenant: II

Simon Riley x Fem!Reader

Angst.

Yes, Lieutenant Masterlist

In the days that followed, Ghost's demeanor shifted drastically. He became distant, avoiding you at every opportunity and responding with curt, dismissive remarks whenever you attempted to broach the subject of what happened between you two.

A nagging question gnawed at your mind, consuming your thoughts with doubt and insecurity.

Had the kiss been a mistake?

Was there something lacking in your body that made you unworthy of his affection?

Days turned into weeks, and he refused to acknowledged your presence. The icy silence that had settled between you two gnawed at your soul. Frustration bubbled within you. 

Why was he avoiding you? Why was he being so dismissive? You needed answers, and you decided it was time to confront him.

Summoning every ounce of courage you had, you approached Ghost, your voice a mix of anger and hurt as you demanded an explanation for his behavior.

“Ghost why the hell are you avoiding me? You can't just kiss me like that and then act like I don't exist."

His eyes flared with irritation, and he raised his voice, venting his pent-up frustration. "Maybe it never crossed your mind that I just don't like you that way," he snapped, his words cutting through you like a knife.

"You're not my type. You're always following me around like a lost puppy, always watching my every move and it's annoying as hell"

His words pierced your heart like a dagger. You had hoped for an explanation, but his brutal honesty cut deeper than you had ever anticipated. Ghost's rejection stung, and the realization that you were simply not his type of woman crushed your spirit.

As tears welled up in your eyes, you turned away, the weight of Ghost's words heavy on your heart. With each step back to your room, regret washed over him like an unyielding tide. He watched your retreating figure, a sense of guilt tightening his chest and an acute pang of loss gripping his heart as the door closed behind you.

None of the words he had spoken were true, and he knew it deep down. In reality, he had harbored feelings for you for a long time.

Your presence had been a beacon of light in the darkness of his military life, your kindness and warmth offering him solace in the midst of chaos. But the fear of tarnishing someone as pure and genuine as you had held him back.

As he stood there, consumed by remorse, Ghost realized the depth of his mistake. He had pushed away the one person who had meant more to him than he dared to admit. And now, as he grappled with the consequences of his actions.

When Ghost first noticed the way you looked at him in the community showers, a connection that had left him utterly captivated.

The moment he kissed you and saw the innocence in your eyes afterward, he couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of responsibility that washed over him. He believed deep down that you deserved someone better, someone who could shield you from the darkness that clouded his own life.

Now, as the door clicked shut behind you, Ghost was left alone with his remorse, the weight of his actions heavy upon him.

The room felt emptier than it ever had before, the absence of your presence leaving a void in his heart. He cursed himself for allowing fear to dictate his actions, for pushing away the one person who had managed to bring light into his shadowed world – the love he had developed for you.

Regret gnawed at him as he replayed the moments he had shared with you in his mind, wishing he had been brave enough to embrace the connection between them instead of pushing you away.

Ghost couldn't help but fear that he had lost the most precious thing he had ever known – the possibility of love with you.

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[chvoswxtch]

Hi,

I had a request… I’m currently obsessed with Frank Castle (he’s just so 🥵) and had an idea, it’s not super original so I understand if you don’t want to write it!

A non-binary (they/she) character who is plus-sized and younger than him (in their mid-20s) taking him home to meet her family for the holidays. And she is very insecure and worried about how their family will react. Maybe while there, a family member says something hateful about her weight and/or being non-binary, and Frank goes to comfort/reassure her, and maybe even gets mad and defends her to her family?

Can be smut or just fluff (or both!)

I just thought it would be cute to see his more protective/caring side, mixed with his possessive and angry side. I love that dynamic (:

hello my love!

so i'm not sure if you've watched the bear (i'm still working through it myself) but there's a scene where jon flips a table and goes on a rampage and I just thought that was super fitting for this prompt so I drew a lot of inspiration from that & I hope you enjoy!

I also hope you're having a wonderful day or night wherever you are and that the holidays are being kind to you 🖤

warning: swearing, frank being frank word count: 1.5k

dessert.

It was so quiet in the cab of Frank’s truck, you swore you could almost hear the delicate noise of fresh snowflakes carelessly colliding with the windshield over the dull roar of the heat coming through the vents. The holidays were always a complicated time for you with your family. In the earlier months of the year, there was a welcoming sense of freedom to be exactly who you were without judgment. But when the colder weather started to seep in, so did the impending dread. All you had wanted to do was introduce your family to the man you had fallen in love with, and celebrate your first holiday together in a special way. You had anticipated a little bit of uncomfortable tension, prepared yourself for a few tasteless passive aggressive comments, but you didn’t think it would be this bad.

Bringing Frank home to meet your family hadn’t been the mistake. It was underestimating his protective nature and forgetting the caliber of his restless temper.

Things had already been off to a rocky start as soon as you walked through the door. Everyone’s eyes seemed to be shamelessly sticking to the way your outfit clung to the soft and full curves of your figure. The same outfit that had Frank nearly pulling over to the side of the road impatiently because he couldn’t keep his eyes ahead was currently the topic being whispered about by your aunts. However their attention was quickly stolen as soon as Frank walked in behind you. Their hushed gossip rang loudly in your ears, causing the confidence Frank had built up within you to fizzle out into insecure embers.

He’s so…normal looking. What’s he doing with her?

She’s not a her, remember? She’s…oh I forget what it’s called. Another complicated thing these kids have come up with. I swear it’s something new everyday. I can’t keep up.

He seems much too old for her, and look how fit he is. They seem way too different, there’s no way they’re actually dating.

It only got progressively worse from there. By the time everyone sat down to have dinner, it was like you weren’t even there. Everyone asked Frank a million and one questions, but no one asked you a single thing. No one asked how you were, or how the new job was going that you were so excited about. No one asked how you and Frank met, or how long you had been dating for. Everyone seemed to be trying to figure out the puzzle of what Frank was doing here with you, and eventually, you found yourself trying to solve that exact same riddle. It was almost incredible how your family managed to ruin all the trust and love that the two of you had built up over the past few months. All the promises of reassurance that flowed so easily from his lips seemed to vanish from your memory, and the quieter you got, the angrier Frank became.

He was polite at first, answering the simple questions with appropriate responses, but the more they tried to exclude you from the conversation, the more he tried to aggressively incorporate you into it. His frustration was evident in the way his voice became more rough and coarse, a detail only you were able to pick up on. That should’ve been the first warning bell in your head. But you were so wrapped up in your own insecurities that it didn’t occur to you to reach for his hand under the table to calm him like you normally did when he got worked up. Frank was doing his best to contain his rage at the way your family treated you, but one hateful comment from your alcoholic of an uncle about your weight caused him to erupt.

It all happened so fast, that you were stunned. Your uncle was in the middle of following up his weight comment with an insult about your non-binary identity when Frank suddenly stood and flipped the table out of his way so he could rush forward and strike his fist across your uncle's face. In a split second, everything had descended into chaos. Your mom and aunts were screaming, your father and uncles were trying to pull Frank off your drunk uncle, but they weren’t a match for his strength and tenacity. It wasn’t until you fought your way through them and tugged at Frank’s shirt in a panic that he finally relented and let you drag him out of the house.

For the past fifteen minutes, the two of you had been sitting in his truck where it was parked in front of your family’s house, both of you attempting to calm down. Frank was trying to quell his anger while you were coming down from the shock of what had just happened. The longer you sat in silence watching the waves of snowflakes caress the glass of the windshield, the more uneasy Frank became. Letting out a deep exhale through his large nose, he finally couldn’t take the quiet anymore.

“Look I…I didn’t…m’sorry, alright? Can you just…will you please say somethin’?”

“I can’t believe you flipped a table.”

Frank blinked in dumbfoundment a few times, his dark brows pinching together in the center of his forehead. He was expecting you to yell, to go off on him, maybe even break up with him right then and there, but not to hear you sound so amused about his explosive behavior.

“Huh?”

“That was ‘real housewives’ of you.”

When you finally turned to face him, he noticed the faint smirk on your lips, and that one little gesture eased all the anxiety that had been building up within him for the past fifteen minutes. He let out a puff of air through his lips, looking ahead as he shook his head slowly and glanced at his side mirror while trying to fight the crooked grin that threatened to spill across his lips.

“Yeah well, dinner was dull. Thought I’d spice it up a bit.”

“I’d say you spiced it up a lot.”

Frank turned his head to look over at you, and you could see a faint apologetic twinkle in his eye from the glow of the street lamp above.

“You mad?”

It was your turn to look at him in dumbfoundment. Arching one of your brows, you let out a soft laugh while tilting your head to the side in slight curiosity.

“Am I mad that you stuck up for me?”

“I coulda handled it better.”

Scooting over to the middle seat of the cab, you brought your hand up to gently caress his jaw while staring into his warm brown eyes with a soft smile.

“No Frankie, I’m not mad. I promise.”

Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his in a gentle kiss, letting him feel the sincerity behind your words. You weren’t mad at all. No one had ever been so protective or defensive of you before, and while some would’ve thought his reaction was a little extreme, you knew it was just Frank’s way of showing you how much he loved and cared about you.

“Thank you.”

“For ruinin’ the holidays with your family?”

“Baby, they were ruined before we even got here. And honestly, this is the best holiday season I’ve ever had, thanks to you. You made it special for me. It was probably a bad idea to come here, but I just wanted to show you off. Show them all how happy I was. I thought they would be happy for me-”

“Hey, to hell with ‘em. They don’t deserve to see that pretty smile after the way they treated you. That asshole’s lucky I don’t go back in there-”

“Frank.”

Letting out a soft laugh, you redirected his angry glare from your family’s house back towards you as you pulled him in for another soft kiss.

“Let’s just go home. We can order something in.”

Frank took one last irritated look at your family’s house, letting out a soft grunt of disapproval.

“Goddamn chicken was dry anyway.”

For some reason the frustration coveting his sharp features and the grumpy tone of his voice just made you laugh. Giving his thigh a gentle squeeze, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and smiled adoringly at him.

“We can have something else for dinner.”

Frank turned his head to look at you, his gaze wandering slowly up and down your figure before settling on your eyes once more. The ravenous look reflected back at you simultaneously sent a shiver down your spine and filled your lower half with a sense of heat. He reached out to place one of his large hands on your thigh, giving it a firm squeeze as his voice dropped to a husky whisper.

“Think I’m ready for dessert, sweetheart.”

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[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 IX

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: If you like to be tagged on anything new in this Space Marine Sentience, you can ask/message/comment, I don’t bite. Not as hard as Solor anyways.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams(suffer your February), @egrets-not-regrets.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: If you are under the age of 18. Shoo! Go away! Skedaddle! Why you reading this in the first place? Be responsible for/of yourself. Not proofread either.

TW // Smut/NSFW, Filthy.

The months felt like they went by with a breeze, and it was boring. There was no one to talk to beside Solor himself, but even then he went an these trips too.

Granted, I tried to use that to my advantage, and escape out of all the ways I found in this bunker. There was one in this room with the ceiling caved in, and that was a small fit. There was a vent-like passageway covered with vines that led from the ceiling of the main corridor to the outside world, and then the main room with the caved in ceiling with the most light shining through it.

I would use them every time he would go on his weekly trips. I’d crawl through one of them, and attempt my escape into the surrounding evergreen forest.

I would get very far from the bunker, especially in three days, but there hasn’t been anything in sight. No road, no town, not even a campground. It wouldn’t be long before Solor noticed, and came after me. So it seems like I would get far enough from the bunker, but I could never get far enough away from the Knight.

The first time I did it was… frightening. I thought I had made big progress within those three days. That Solor wouldn’t have a chance to track me down before I was in a town, but damn, was I wrong.

It was only a day or two later before his glowing blue visor was seen. His form stalking out of the tree-line looking angry with those very long strides quietly stomping over to my hunched form next to a stream. I didn’t even know he was there until he picked me up by the collar of my shirt. A choked yelp escaping my lips.

“These little games of yours are quite…rule breaking.” He had said to me while making the way back to the bunker. I definitely observed my surroundings better after that, and Solor didn’t go on his next weekly trip either.

Nevertheless, each time he went on his trips, I made an attempt. Each one failing, no matter how far, or which direction, there was nothing but the forest in sight. It almost became a game after a while.

I escape after a day or two when he leaves. I go out there and survive with what those books taught me in the bunker, and then anticipate Solors arrival. Hopefully to find a glimpse of anything out there at the same time.

I’ve also been seeing Solor become more…close? Then when he started off as. He was always trying to get closer to me. Trying to pull me in with these plates of food, and these new books to read in this practical dungeon. He also brings in more stuff? To put around the bunker like cloths, decorations, and even furniture? Was this regular for a Gray Knight? Or even a plain Astartes?

Shaking my head, I stood from the stream. Looking up at the moon that shone through the tree leaves. Having escaped from the bunker once again.

Though, it was too silent. Too silent for this chilly night to be quieted.

Looking around for the culprit that silenced the night of the forest. His glowing, blue visor popped out of the darkened foliage like some sort of cat looking at you in the dark. His steps, large, and swift. Almost like a march.

Maybe I should try and run? I have tried it before. Each one ending with me snagged up into his arms, but what if I can make this one just a little bit longer? Make it just a bit more interesting than a snatch, and grab?

Snap!

His armored frame was suddenly engulfed with a cloud of dust. His visor disappearing within it.

Immediately booking it, I didn’t waste any time on getting details of this surprise bomb I’ve set up on him.

Vaulting over a fallen log, and crouching beneath it. His shadow was above me, his form rolling to slow himself, his visor snapping up to look back at me.

“Little maiden.” The robotic tone of his helmet dragged. Blue visor staring me down, sending a chill of adrenaline up my spine.

I grinned at him, a laugh threatening to escape my throat. Maybe he shouldn’t have left me with a bunker full of survivalist books.

Vaulting back over the log, I heard him follow quickly behind, nearly grabbing the back of my shirt before I took a sharp right.

If Astartes weren’t such a speedy tank, I probably would have escaped him already, but of course, they were.

I yelped out, body being pulled back into his chest. Water splashing over us while I laid on top of him. A giggle coming from me.

“My little maiden.” His helmet spoke. Body rising forward from the water, lifting me up with him.

“Solor.” I greet him back, shifting in his grip. Feeling how the water completely drenched my shirt, and pants.

“What? Have I earned my own title now?” He questioned me, lightly teasing as I looked up at him with a deadpan stare. “Though, you can call me whatever you like.” Whatever I like?

I didn’t even get a chance to open my mouth before I was being held bridal style in his arms.

“Except insults, my little maiden. Those are not names.” He quickly added on.

I huffed and mumbled. “No fun.” My head softly resting on his cold chestplate. The tiredness of my little escapade, and run catching up to me quietly.

-

“Wake up, my little maiden.” Solor voice purred at me as I grumbled at him, rather snug right where I was.

“Little maiden, you have to. Your clothes are drenched.” His tone amused, his argument putting some logic into my sleepy brain.

I groaned, leaning myself off his arms. Practically throwing myself off of him as I made my way to the table in front of me. Quickly taking off my damp shirt, eager to go back to sleep.

“Maiden.” Solors voice went quieter, almost like a whisper. A heavy tink going off loudly behind me, the ground shaking beneath my shoes.

Confused at such a sudden sound, I turned back around to look at him. His hulking form now kneeling on the ground, white eyes roaming every inch of my bare flesh shown to him.

His gauntlet twitched before it came forward and pulled me closer to him by my pants. A fluttering feeling erupting from my stomach.

“Please, my little maiden.” He had begged, half lidded eyes looking up at me with hunger. Hunger waiting to be filled.

I bit my lip, very unsure about this. This man- Astartes was supposed to be a kidnapper! A murder! Not some…fling! But that’s what it could be, right? Just a fling?

After some self debaiting, I nodded to the knight kneeling before me, and he didn’t hesitate to start.

His lips kissed my stomach first, dragging up a little as my hand came up to thread through his short, white hair. My nose nuzzling on top of his head. His wooden vanilla scent evading my senses.

I hummed while I felt him get a little bit more confident, slowly kissing his way up between my breasts. A familiar heat building up between my legs.

His lips suddenly wrapped around one of my breasts. Sucking at them, nipping at them, playing with them with his tongue. Soft moans falling from my lips.

His kisses trailed to my other breast, and given the same treatment as the other one. Leaving them wet with his saliva, wanting more while he moved up to my neck.

My grip tightened in this hair while he tried to find that sensitive spot in my neck. A hum leaving him.

His gauntlet wrapped around my waist while the other went behind my back, keeping me in place as he pushed me back into the table. His teeth, sinking into my neck.

“Solor!” I yelped at the unexpected bite. His teeth definitely creating a mark within a few minutes.

“Calm, my little maiden. There is more where that came from.” He grinned, his tongue lapping at his mark before he created another, and another on each side of my neck.

He hummed again, changing directions while he lifted me up onto the table. His lips dragging once more down between my breasts. Giving each one a little nip.

“Especially for you, little maiden.” He had stated. His gauntlet never bothered to properly take off my pants, and underwear.

A loud moan ripped from my mouth. My body leaning back on the table, elbows supporting my weight. The heat building quicker between my legs, his tongue lapping at my core definitely helping with that.

I cursed out his name, and couldn’t help using my hand. Threaded it through his hair to bring him impossibly closer. A low rumble coming from him, sending absolute pleasure up my spine.

Another curse, and I came undone. Legs trying to curl on his head, back arching as I let go of his hair, the hand coming up to shield my eyes. My heart trying to beat out of my chest.

Damn, I needed that.

“You taste just as I thought you would, but the thought never compares.” Solor spoke, his teeth biting into the side of my thigh as I winced.

I could hear him drop some of his armor off of him, landing on the ground with a thunk. His armored hand took my hand covering my eyes into his and pinned it above me. His other getting ready to line himself.

“Solor, stop. I’m not ready.” I told him, my free hand pressing up against his armor.

“Nonsense, my little maiden. You crave me, as I crave you.” He purred, his thumb of his gauntlet on my waist attempting to sooth me as he slowly himself pushed in. A curse from his language leaving his lips.

My lungs lost their air, my face scrunching up in discomfort. His girth feeling like it was ripping me in two.

“S-Solor, please wait.” I begged him, the burn of him filling me all too much.

“Relax, my little maiden.” He rumbled, his thumb pressing up against the small bulge that he created. Another curse of his language groaning out of his mouth.

I whined while he pushed through more. Eyes closed, on the threat of tears while I tried to remember how to breathe. He was just so big.

“There we go, my maiden.” He moaned, gauntlet tracing up, and down my sides. Occasionally brushing up on the bulge.

I could only lay there winded by the size of him. Trying to get used to his size as I felt him twitch inside of me. A breathless moan leaving my mouth.

He took that as a cue. His hand wrapped around my waist, and gave a slow thrust. Another moan falling from my lips.

“Oh, my little maiden.” He rumbled, his hips slowly dragging in, and out, going slightly faster than the last.

My hands moved up to grab a hold of his gauntlet above me. Desperate for any type of stability for his rising speed.

“Give me more of your pretty little sounds.” He growled, hips thrusting in a particular spot, as I cried out, scratching at his armor. “Yes, just like that. Give me another little maiden.”

He thrusted in that spot again and again, abusing it. His gauntlet on my waist kept me in place while I cried out. Cried out for him.

Solor swore in his language while I tightened around him. The unexpected orgasam hitting me hard. My mouth falling open with nothing coming out. Back arching into him. Eyes closed as tears slid down my cheeks.

I reopened my eyes when I felt him push a little deeper, his body curling to latch his teeth onto my neck. A growl rumbling through him as his warm seed coated my walls. The feeling short-circuiting my brain.

He stilled for a moment before he started up again. A tiny whine leaving my throat as I tried to push up against him.

“Cease your withering maiden. I have longed for you for too long.” Solor snarled into my ear before latching back onto my neck.

Overstimulation took over me quickly making me black out, and come back into the world to find myself in a completely different angle. My body, wounded with bites, and hickeys. That I knew for sure I wasn’t walking for a months worth. Maybe a year at this rate.

When the last time I woke up I was bundled up in the gray blankets that felt remarkably nice on my oversensitive skin. My body clean, and wrapped for the more serious wounds Solor had caused.

“I…am sorry, little maiden.” Solor had apologized, his fingers lightly tracing my form beneath the blankets, avoiding the wraps.

Too mentally, and physically tired to say anything back. I just settled slowly back into my blankets. The rising of his chest rocking me back to sleep.

“I’m sorry.”

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 X

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 VIII

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

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[ultrone]

Can I please request a yellowjackets fic of platonic Jackie x younger sister reader (sort of like Travis and Javi’s relationship - maybe reader could be friends with Javi too), I don’t really have an idea for a plot though maybe some sort of tension and fight w Jackie but then everything is fixed by the end? And reader is like pretty different from Jackie - in typical sister style. That’s so unspecific I’m so sorry I suck at ideas I just crave big sister Jackie (I feel like she’d be a Nancy wheeler variant) okay ty bye ily

𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗢𝗥 ┊ 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀

cw. just siblings fighting, javi & reader being friends

wc. 1.5k

n/a. tysm for ur request <33 at first i wanted to make her an overprotective sister (so that she was kinda like nancy) but i felt like making her bratty fit better with the storyline lmaooo, i hope it's what you were expecting tho :) if not lmk and maybe i can work on a protective sister blurb or something.

"Uno! Take that!" You exclaimed with enthusiasm, celebrating your third victory in the one-on-one game against Javi.

"This is so unfair," Javi said, rolling his eyes. "Let's play again. We're not leaving until I beat your ass." He spoke with determination.

You were grateful that you had packed your Uno deck in your backpack for the trip. Being stuck in a cabin with a bunch of teenagers and having nothing to do except stare at the rooftop for hours turned out to be more boring than you had anticipated.

Since the crash occurred, you and Javi had grown close. While you shared a few classes at school, you had never spoken to him before. But the shared misfortune of being on this trip as guests brought you together — Javi accompanying his dad, the team coach, and you accompanying your older sister, Jackie Taylor, the team captain. Not to mention that both Travis — Javi’s older brother — and Jackie were being assholes.

The initial weeks were challenging, to say the least. Jackie was being extremely annoying — she still is —, constantly bossing you around and disregarding your feelings. It seemed as though she was too absorbed in her own frustrations, always venting about the unfairness of the situation and the social events she was missing out on, like Rutger's rush week and all the frat parties. You knew Jackie didn't mean any harm, but it still bothered you. Additionally, the age gap with everyone being around three years older than you made you feel like an outcast and useless. Thankfully, you and Javi started getting along. You were assigned similar tasks, such as picking berries or fetching water from the lake, since both of you were younger and unable to handle more demanding activities. Thanks to this, you began spending a lot of time together and eventually became very close friends.

"What are you doing?" Javi asked incredulously, his eyebrows furrowing. "You can't play a +2 card after a +4 card," he pointed out.

You were aware that Javi was right, but decided to push back. "Yes, you can. It's literally stated in the instructions," you replied, attempting to gaslight him.

"No, it's not. You're lying," he insisted, firm in his belief.

"Fine, you got me," you admitted, flashing a playful smirk. "I'll take these four cards just so you don’t start crying," you teased.

“Ha, ha, so funny,” Javi responded with a smile.

Interrupting your playful banter, a voice called out from behind. "Hey, Y/n," Jackie said, grabbing your attention. "Have you seen my red lipstick?"

You let out a sigh as you glanced at your sister. Lately, she had been even more irritating than usual, probably because of the problems she was having with Shauna. Not that you were particularly invested in their drama. But the last thing you wanted was to engage in conversation with her, knowing all too well that it would probably lead to another argument.

"Yeah," you responded casually, briefly glancing away before returning to the game.

"Okay... So, where is it?" Jackie asked, her tone growing slightly impatient.

"I used it to write the S.O.S message on the plane," you replied nonchalantly, as if it were the most obvious thing.

"Wait... What?" Jackie exclaimed, her anger starting to rise. "Why the heck would you do that?”

Rolling your eyes, you replied sarcastically, "Oh, I'm sorry, Jackie. I forgot that packing a sharpie was at the top of our survival essentials checklist in the wilderness."

"You didn't even bother asking me!" she complained, her frustration evident.

"Well, maybe I didn't ask because you're such a self-centred bitch, always whining about missing out on your stupid parties," you retorted, your voice tinged with irritation. "It was the only thing I could find to leave a message for whoever might be searching for us. Stop being such an ass. I mean, you clearly wanna get out of here, dont you? Cooperate a little."

Jackie let out a loud huff, her lips pursed and a deep frown etched on her face as she stormed off, making her way towards the cabin. In her haste, she bumped her shoulder harshly into Van, who was heading to the lake. "Hey! Watch out!" Van exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise and annoyance. She followed Jackie's retreating figure with a confused and perplexed expression before turning back to you. You simply shrugged your shoulders, raised your eyebrows, and nonchalantly returned your focus to the game, leaving Van with a sense of bewilderment.

Javi gazed at you in stunned silence, but he didn't utter a word. After all, if someone could understand you it was him, as he had to deal with Travis. Without saying anything about the previous exchange, both of you chose to brush it off and swiftly changed the topic, resuming the game as if nothing had happened.

Three hours had passed since your argument with Jackie. After playing with Javi for about an hour, you decided to lend a hand to Tai with boiling the dirty pads. Once you finished the task, you stayed there for a while, gossiping with her and Van.

“I’m getting kinda cold, I’ll be right back,” you announced, rising from your spot on the ground and making your way towards the cabin to retrieve a hoodie. They nodded in acknowledgment as you left.

You entered the cabin and opened the shared closet, scanning its contents for your favorite hoodie. Once you found it, you slipped it on and turned around, ready to make your exit. However, Jackie stood there, blocking your path to the door.

You tried to walk past her, but Jackie swiftly reached out and grabbed your arm, preventing your escape.“Nope, you’re not leaving. You’re finally gonna tell me what the heck is going on,” she declared, her arms folded and her stance blocking the door knob.

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating your response. "What are you talking about? Nothing's going on," you insisted, trying to downplay the situation.

Jackie pursed her lips, clearly not convinced. "Okay... Liar," she responded, tilting her head slightly.

You made another attempt to leave, but Jackie swiftly blocked your path with her arm. "No! You've been distant and acting weird for weeks. Not to mention how mean you've been towards me," she argued, her frustration evident.

"Well, what did you expect?" you retorted, your voice laced with exasperation. "Huh? The only thing you've done since we got here is complain and do nothing except act like a child. I'm scared and I miss home too, and the fact that my older sister, the person I should be able to rely on the most, is behaving like a brat, doesn't help me at all, okay?" Tears welled up in your eyes as you spoke, the pain evident in your voice. "I just wish you were more like Tai or Van," you expressed, your voice filled with disappointment. "They take better care of me than you do.”

Jackie's expression softened as she listened to your words, her remorse evident on her face. She let out a deep sigh and her shoulders slumped. "I... I didn't realize," she admitted, her voice heavy with regret. "Shit, I'm so sorry, Y/n," she apologized, her words sincere. Without hesitation, she pulled you into a tight hug, holding you close. "I'm really sorry," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine remorse.

Overwhelmed with emotions, you couldn't hold back the tears any longer. "I'm sorry too, for being a bitch," you confessed, your voice filled with regret. "I just wanted my sister back. I'm so scared, Jackie," you admitted.

Jackie gently pulled away from the hug and tenderly wiped away your tears with her fingers. "I'm scared too, but we'll get through this together, okay?" she reassured you, her voice filled with warmth and determination. "Everything will be okay, I promise," she added, a soft smile gracing her lips. A tear escaped from her own eye, reflecting her sincerity. You nodded in response, feeling a renewed sense of hope and comfort in her words.

You embraced Jackie once again, holding onto her tightly. "I love you, Jackie," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine affection. She reciprocated the sentiment, her voice soft and comforting. "I love you too," she replied, her hand gently caressing your hair.

"But, shit, I just lost 10 bucks," you exclaimed, separating from her with a disappointed expression.

Confused, Jackie asked, "What do you mean?" Her fingers continued to caress the sides of your arms.

"Javi and I made a bet about who had the crappiest older sibling," you explained with a mischievous smile. "You apologized before Travis did to him, so now I owe him 10 bucks."

"Oh my god, I can't believe you," Jackie responded, playfully pinching your side. "And don't ever compare me to Travis. I might be a brat, but he seriously needs professional help with his anger issues," she argued.

You burst into laughter. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say," you replied with a grin, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her outside with you.

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[alast4r]

Don't cry over spilt milk

You never anticipated in this downfall, not in the slightest. Life in Hell had been perfect, with your fame as a renowned icon in a powerful tech company and the esteemed television overlord as your significant other. However this idyllic life crumbled swiftly, akin to the fleeting nature of his affection and your once impeccable reputation. Cast aside, you found yourself back on the unforgiving streets.

Soon enough, you found yourself standing at the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel, a place that had piqued your curiosity. As you entered, it met neither the lofty expectations nor fell short of your worth. It was, in fact, quite decent. What truly caught your attention was a familiar face—Angel Dust. You had encountered him frequently, particularly at the studio. Sometimes, you even engaged in conversations with him. To your delight, he recognized you, making you feel right at home. He quickly became a great friend, someone with whom you could freely vent about work and your boss.

Beyond Angel, the other residents were equally delightful. The princess, Charlie, was as sweet as sugar, perhaps even overly so. Her partner, Vaggie, stood out as the vigilant guardian of the hotel. At times, you couldn't help but envy the bond they shared. Sir Pentious and the bartender, Husk, proved to be enjoyable drinking companions. And then there was Nifty. Despite her potentially dangerous nature, you couldn't help but find her endearing.

The one who truly captivated not just your attention but also stirred your deepest desires was none other than Alastor. Despite the rumors circulating about him, often not of the most flattering nature, particularly from Vox, whose disdain for Alastor was palpable, you found yourself drawn to him. Vox's warnings to steer clear only piqued your curiosity further. However, upon laying eyes on Alastor, you understood why he elicited such strong reactions. Alastor was, without a doubt, the most captivating specimen you had ever encountered in all of Hell. Why in the seven sins have you been fucking a short tempered dick, what did you even find in Vox? That flat ass tv head who placed more attention to that boy toy of his than you. With Vox out of the picture, you saw a chance to start fresh with someone who treated you right. Alastor, despite his questionable reputation, showed you a side that made your heart race. The idea of getting back at Vox was just an added bonus. Alastor's attention and care made you feel special in a way you hadn't before. This new chapter with him felt like a breath of fresh air.

And aside from the princess treatment, he had a knack for satisfying your deepest, naughtiest desires..

As you settled at the bar counter with Sir Pentious and Angel, Husk quietly polishing up a bottle nearby, you continued to vent about your ex. The dimly lit bar provided a cozy ambiance, the soft glow highlighting the glasses and bottles behind the counter. Sir Pentious listened intently, his eyes glinting with curiosity, while Angel leaned in, his attention fully on you. The scent of alcohol and old wood filled the air, adding to the atmosphere of camaraderie and shared stories. Husk glanced over, his expression one of mild interest, as you animatedly recounted the latest antics of your ex, each word dripping with a mix of frustration and amusement. “I swear that flat face fucker is too much of a pussy bitch, who in the fucking hell still uses condoms if we can't even reproduce oh well, his dick isn't even much of an entertainment I tell you.” Angel chuckled at your mocking tone, finding humor in your description of such a powerful being. Sir Pentious, however, seemed uncomfortable with the explicit nature of your rant, and Husk, always a man of few words, simply grumbled in response. “You seem rather fixated on him, darling,” Alastor's voice, smooth as silk, cut through the conversation as he appeared behind you, leaning in close. "But I assure you, there are far better options than that. Trash belongs in the bin, not in your thoughts." You nodded in agreement, taking a sip of your cocktail. "Absolutely, Alastor. You're a far superior man compared to him," you replied, though the lingering doubt in your voice betrayed your true feelings. As Husk refilled your glass, you downed it quickly, hoping to drown out the longing for your ex that still lingered in your heart.

Alastor chuckled, his arm tightening around your waist as he teased, “I love you, Mon Chére, but I can't trust your words just yet.” Confused, you tilted your head, only to have him take your wrist and whisper into your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine, “Why don't you join me for a night broadcast?” You found yourself agreeing, unable to resist his allure.

As you both settled, you realized there was only one seat, and Alastor patted his lap invitingly. Feeling flustered yet intrigued, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you onto his lap. With your arms securely around him, you peppered his face with kisses, eliciting a chuckle from him. He then grabbed a script, his focus shifting, while his free hand began to caress your thigh.

You couldn't resist the e overwhelming urge to feel him closer. Your hands roamed his body, feeling the contours of his muscled, the warmth of his skin. As the kiss intensifies with your tongues dancing along, so did your desire. You wanted more, needed more, bigger.

He responded in his kind, his touch electric against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Your bodies moved together in a perfect rhythm, each touch and caress made you yearn for more.

Your love and lust was ineffable, you were ebullient, filled with exuberant joy, as Alastor was dazed by your pulchritudinous, breathtaking beauty. “Oh my dear, aren't you just so enrapturing~..” You exhaled a deep, heavy breath, feeling a surge of desire as a trail of salivary fluid lingered, connecting you even after your tongues parted ways. You then started to pepper his neck with fervent wet kisses, lost in the moment.

Suddenly, you paused, laying your head on his shoulder and mumbling underneath his skin, "Why did Vox abandon me? Am I not worthy of his regard? Now, all is lost.." Alastor emitted a quiet groan, brimming with irritation, as he grasped you by the head and gently directed your gaze to meet his own. With a tender caress of your cheek, he reassured, "Oh, my dear, there's no use crying over spilt milk.." As you sniffled and felt the sting of tears, he swiftly formulated a plan, orchestrating his shadowy machinations to surreptitiously place a radio device within the confines of VoxTech. "Now, my dear, I pledge to you: I am the superior suitor.." You both chuckled, the laughter mingling with the warmth of your lips meeting his. You drew yourself closer to him, the connection between you growing stronger with each passing moment.

Aroused by his words, he gently tugged your skirt down, deepening the kiss with a hunger that stirred a longing moan from deep within you.

Heat spread across your body as he slipped a finger inside you. His fingers thrust into your wet core, hitting that sweet spot inside you. You gasped and moaned as he pumped in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit while the other hand gripped your hip.

You felt the hard bulge pressing against your thigh, his clothed erection straining against the fabric. Your body responded to the pressure, your pussy growing slicker and more sensitive.

He unbuckled his pants, slowly pulling them down to reveal his throbbing cock. His tip teased your entrance before he pushed inside you, hitting that sweet spot immediately.

Your body trembled as he slowly pushed into you, his throbbing cock stretching your slick walls. Guiding you as he held your hips firmly with each deep thrust.

He suddenly picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. He slammed you down onto his desk, his cock plunging deep inside of you.

Meanwhile, within the confines of his dominion, Vox's attention was finally drawn to the persistent presence of the radio, a nuisance that swiftly kindled his ire. Commanding his minions to eradicate the offending device proved futile, heightening his frustration to a simmering boil. As the air thickened with tension, the anticipated broadcast commenced.

Unperturbed by Vox's mounting vexation, Alastor maintained his composure, seizing his cane with a flourish. Addressing the escalating situation with a sly smile, he declared, “Well, well, well, hello there, old chum! I've concocted a splendid surprise just for you.” With deliberate grace, he positioned the microphone near you, capturing every delicate whimper and breathy sigh that escaped your lips.

His thrusts grew harder and faster, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over, moans echoing to his microphone.

“Fuck Al~..Hngh! It's too much~..Oh~! Keep thrusting~..”

As the melodic tones of your ecstasy filled the airwaves, Vox stood in his domain, his demeanor shifting from surprise to seething rage. Beside him, Valentino, with a sly smile, couldn't resist a jab at his expense.

"Well, well, well," Valentino chided, "it seems your little dove has found a new perch. Quite the scandalous turn, wouldn't you say?"

Vox's jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. "Shut the fuck up, Val," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "This is none of your concern."

With a knowing smirk, Valentino replied, "Oh, but isn't it? After all, it's not every day we get to hear such... passionate performances."

Ignoring Valentino's taunts, Vox focused his fury on Alastor, plotting his revenge with each passing moment.

His hips jerked forward one last time, his cock throbbing inside you. His cum filled your pussy as he moaned your name, your clit had felt all puffy and swollen but satisfied into such pleasure.

"Ah, my dear," Alastor chimed in, his voice laced with amusement, “why waste your thoughts on that banal television buffoon? Has he ever offered you the sweet nectar of his affection? I highly doubt it.”

You were left in a state of bliss, utterly satisfied and unable to spare a single thought for your ex. Alastor chuckled softly before addressing his microphone once more, “I trust you found our little performance enlightening, my old friend!”

The radio disappeared with a snap, leaving Vox to stew in his anger, his outburst filling the room. "FUCKING WHORE!" he bellowed, his rage palpable.

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[venomous-qwille]

"You're lucky you're cute" ouo

Sooo this... became a bit more than a drabble in the end I must admit. By the time I reached the prompt Moon had already managed to derail the scene in my mind- turning it into something more akin to a half-chapter of Astral Bodies (in fact this will most certainly be worked into a chapter further down the line). This whole thing was super inspiring, so thanks Celtic :) With all this in mind, minor spoilers ahead for Astral Bodies. TW for a little bit of PDA. The song playing in the aerial scene is After Dark by Mr. Kitty. Preview~

Fic under the cut~

"You're lucky you're cute" Moon/Reader Words: 3648

You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, the remains of glitter transferring in a sweaty iridescent smear that shimmers up your forearm. It doesn’t matter how much makeup remover you use; you could rub your face ‘til it was raw and you would still find glitter on your pillow, in your shower, in the bottom of your dance bag…

You stretch and sigh, it has been a long-ass day. The last of the parade performers and maintenance staff have already left Character 2, making their way back home to the residences.

But you…

Well, it is 00:48am and you are nothing if not a glutton for punishment. You are buzzed. You know if you go back to your room there is no way you will be sleeping. Not a chance. Nope.

You had told Sunny that you would head home… but you had never specified that you’d head home right away. Granted he had given you a look, one of the ones he usually saved for moments of exasperation, exceptionally naughty children or consecutive lunches with low nutritional value. You chose to take that for what it was: his tacit understanding of your intentions.

Both he and his brother were aware of your late-night excursions to the dance studio (that was, after all, how you had first met Moon), and while Sun had never been explicit in his disapproval, Moon had made sure you were exactly aware of his feelings on the matter.

If it was past midnight, it was past your bed-time.

You tighten your grip on your bag as you trot deeper in to the bowels of the parade department. No one will be in any of the studios at this time of night, so you will have your pick of the lot. You make a beeline towards P4-PC2-029, a skip in your step.

You really want to try something new.

As you get further down into the hallways at the bottom of Character 2, the lights take on a fluorescent quality, flooding the walls with tinny yellow light.

There is a scratching noise in the vent above you.

Tap-tap-tap

Your eyes narrow.

Flagrantly ignoring the little noise from the vent (hello Moon) you pick up a jog the rest of the way to the dance studio, dumping your gear on the crash mats before unzipping your hoodie and adding that to the growing pile on the floor.

Hands now free, you can pillage the storage cupboard for some apparatus and your fingers twitch in anticipation. The room is cavernous, with all manner of rigs prepared for any kind of circus stunt a person could deign to dream up; practically nirvana for someone like you.

With a bounce, you trot over to the storage cupboard. The double doors are big and blue and as you open one you make sure push it firmly against the wall, wedging a little slip of paper under the rim to stop it closing on you. The closet has a sensor which automatically turns the lights off when the doors are shut- something that has caught you out many times in the past… and given how late it was you didn’t really want to risk encountering a pissed-off Moon.

You had told Sunny you’d be heading to bed, after all. Yet here you were. At the dance studio at 1am doing stunt work. Probably the exact opposite of in bed.

You pull the cord and the strip-lights flicker to life above you, kicking online with a metallic hrumm. The laminate creaks beneath your feet as you turn. Your eyes rove the stacks of parade equipment, bouncing from shelf to shelf to where you know the aerial acrobatics apparatus is buried at the back. Rolling your shoulders you slink between the bars and boxes and shelves to dislodge the object of your desire: a lyra hoop cut into the shape of a crescent moon. It’s a gaudy, silvery thing, but there is clear method to the swirling metal patterns that decorate its rim; subtle hand-holds and foot-holds and moments of leverage for the discerning acrobat to take advantage of.

You lick your lips.

You love trying new equipment, and you have been making your way through the long list of exotic aerial apparatus that you’ve discovered in this alcove. To you, this place is a treasure trove.

You are forced to duck and bend in order to unwedge the crescent lyra from its place at the back of the shelf. Maneuvering your body to dodge the sharp edges of a pile of stilts you suck in your diaphragm and lean your weight back on your heels, the crescent hoop shifting forward more comfortably into your palms-

Behind you, there is a soft click as the double doors of the closet seal shut.

You curse and the lights slam off automatically.

Almost doubled over underneath the shelving unit you wriggle backwards with a groan. Your hands are wrapped firmly around your quarry as you scramble through the darkness- you refuse to let this whole ordeal be for nothing. Unseen apparatus clatters around you as you reverse back through the trove. Your breath puffs from your nostrils.

With one final tug you drag the ornate lyra out into the narrow cupboard corridor. Your balance slips a little but you right yourself, stumbling as your back meets something hard-

Four cold metal claws grip you by the scruff. There is a pause, a silence only broken by the heavy pounding of your heartbeat- exertion, fear, adrenaline-

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

The words are a guttural growl. He is directly behind you, the static of his voice-box grazing your neck like a kiss.

You swing around to face him, refusing to cringe away. You know that your face is glowing in his infrared vision.

“Moon-” your mouth goes dry.

“-Starliiight,” he sings back at you, and you can hear the grin that rolls across the surface of his static. You swallow.

“Just let me explain-“

“E x p l a i n what? How you liiiied to Sunny again? Or maybe why you think the ruuuules don’t apply to you?” His faceplate spins once, slowly, before slotting back into place with a click. “Go on. I’m waiting.”

“We’ve been through this before Moon- I need to burn off the energy or I can’t sleep I-“

“No castmember should attempt to rig or use a new set of equipment for the first time without at least one other qualified member of staff present.” His eyes narrow, voice flat as he parrots health and safety jargon from the handbook. “Wouldn’t want you to get in to an accident all alooooone down here would we, rulebreaker?”

“I don’t know Moon, would you?” The question hangs for a second and you level your gaze at him, doing your best not to squirm as he towers over you. You let out a breath. “Those are just guidelines anyway, not rules.”

He doesn’t respond, eyes dropping to your arm where he dances his fingers over the flesh of your biceps. You don’t even know whether he’s listening or just ignoring you. Your mouth twists and you can feel the pitch of your voice rising breathily as you clamor to defend yourself-

“I’m not some green college gymnast Moon, this is my livelihood. I know what I’m doing.” Your face screws up a little and you grind out. “Plus. I’m not here on my own am I? You’re here.”

His gaze snaps up to meet yours and his grin seems to stretch.

“Why little Starling,” he coos “if you wanted to give me a private show, all you needed to do was a s k .”

You bite back a retort before recoiling in horror as his eyes drift down to the lyra in your hands. The crescent moon lyra.

“Ohhhh?” You didn’t know it was possible for a robot to sound so viscerally delighted, but here we are. You can hear the fans kick in behind his chassis and something in his chest rumbles in a way that can only described as a purr. “And what is t h i s ?”

You fumble the hoop lamely in your hands.

“You know what it is Moon, stop being a-“

You are cut off as the jester snatches the hoop from you with one hand, the other reaching to scoop you against his front like an infant. Your vision becomes a blur of red and black as he clambers back through the cupboard and out into the dance studio whilst you cling to him for dear life.

“Moon!” You grunt as he deposits you in a neat heap next to your discarded hoodie and duffel bag. “What are you doing?”

Moon doesn’t answer you- skittering away with your lyra hoop to one of the metal wall mounts that dominate the left hand side of the room.

The lights of the dance studio are dim- much dimmer than you left them before your trip to the cupboard and you wonder briefly when and how Moon managed to adjust them without you noticing. But thoughts like that are as futile as the answer is simple: Moon is a sneaky little shit.

“Moon?” You repeat, voice a little more subdued this time. His faceplate swivels backwards to grin at you. “What are you doing?”

“Spotting you.”

“Spotting me-“

Your voice jutters to life from behind his faceplate: “Plus. I’m not here on my own am I? You’re here.” The recording is crisp and uncanny and you swallow a grimace- (is that really what you sound like? Ugh).

“I thought you wanted me to go to bed?” You frown at him- not to look a gift jester in the mouth but this was awfully suspicious.

“Changed my mind.” He says flatly, shrugging as he unreels the rope to attach it to the swivel and carabiners.

“…Okay.” You lick your lips, kicking off your shoes to stretch the arches of your feet.

Moon pays your response no mind, fully engrossed in the mechanism in-front of him. You watch in fascination as he meticulously checks each element of the double pulley system, this way and that, before dismantling the carabiners to re-attach the whole hoop to a paw-plate. You observe as he runs his tests again- checking the safety of the rig with all the concentration of a consummate professional. With a final tug of the hoop he releases it into the air.

“All clear, inspector?” You jab from your place on the crash mat.

His faceplate spins with a high-whine before slowing as he tuts at you sardonically. “Safety first.”

You scoff. “You didn’t seem so concerned about my safety when you tried to throw me off the top of the parade like we were in the fucking lion king-”

“Language.” He interrupts you, voice loud and slow as if talking to a child. “If you fell, Sunny would be saaaad.”

“But not you, huh Moon?” You smile wryly. “You know, if I die then no-one will be around to bring you the next volume of Berserk, just saying.”

His eyes narrow. “I have the internet.”

“I’m sorry.” You say solemnly- and then, after a beat: “…But you know pirating is against the law right?”

He makes a high little sound- somewhere between an choke and a snort, but you keep going.

“And wouldn’t that make you-”

“Starlight.”

“-Some kind of-”

“Don’t you daaare.”

“-I don’t know-”

“B r a t .”

“-Rulebreaker?”

You finish with a smug smile and his faceplate spins three times in quick succession.

“I will drop you.” He snarls and you pout at him wanly.

“But Sunny would be saaad remember?”

“Sunny can go ȇ̵͇̗a̴̢̙̝͐̀̽̇t̶̬͚̣̂̂̎̚ ̴̛̳̍͊̽͂͑͂͊͗̕̕͝͝a̶̠̪̥̥̲̬̥̱͔̥̼̿̔̿̑̾̌͂̔̇͋͆͂̓͝Ḏ̷̡̪̤̻͍̮̱̱̞̟̯̬͕̺͔̦̩͈̻̙̣̔̔̉͐̓͑͒́̓̆̈́̕Ï̷̢̙̳̼͉̩͙̞͇̥̆͒͑̑͐̈́͒̌͒̀̌̏̐́̈̃̀̌͐͐̋̋́̓͌̚͘͘͝C̷̡̭̹̯̪̲̜̞̙͕͔̩̳̫̗̘͈̰͙̫̭̈Ķ̸̛̰̥͈͇͎̣̹̯̱̀̆̍̂̊̀̀͠"

A laugh rips out of you then and you flash him a grin. The one he returns you is positively feral.

“Sorry Moon,” you lick your lips “I guess you’ll just have to keep me in the land of the living until you find another way to get your manga.”

“Blackmail. Extooortion.” He whines flatly.

“Yeah, yeah. Here-“ you laugh and throw him your phone, “seeing as you’re being so cooperative I’ll even let you choose the music.”

He catches it with something of a surprised, almost blank expression. After a second he looks down- dark gaze wincing against the glare of the little screen- he lifts his faceplate up to stare at you.

“Password?” He says blandly.

“Gimme a break Moon I know you’ve had that thing cracked for weeks.”

He doesn’t even have the decency to look abashed at being caught out. Shrugging, he returns his gaze to the little phone, the silicone padding of his long fingers strangely silent as he taps and tinkers with the screen. You turn away to face the crescent Lyra, rolling your shoulders into a long stretch that you chase down your legs to your toes. You jump lightly on the spot, foot to foot and shake out your hands. Your blood is pumping.

Somewhere behind you you hear the speakers buzz to life, and you brace yourself for whatever god-awful media Moon is about to inflict on you. You knew what you were signing up for when you gave him control over your spotify. Come on dude, lets hear the damage.

You are momentarily taken aback as the sound of soft synthwave floods the hall. There is a traitorous flutter twinge in your chest. You ignore it.

Moon was probably just having a joke at your expense. Probably.

Your mouth twitches and you stride forward to grip the lyra, pivoting yourself and the hoop on tips of your toes- your back falling into an elegant arch. You work the crescent into a spin as you mount, tilting your head back at Moon to mouth the word ‘up’. You feel the rope begin to rise.

I see you, you see me How pleasant, this feeling-

As the vocals of the song kick in you lean back into the curve of the crescent- feet splayed to rest against the sharp points of the curve, one arm dangling to brush the air below the hoop. The Man in the Moon - A basic move but your lip curls in private amusement as you recline against the lyra.

The moment, you hold me I missed you, I’m sorry-

You drop a leg down, body loose and heavy as you hold the hoop in a Cradle before collapsing into an Open Delilah- one arm and leg hooked around the bottom of the crescent as the rest of you dangles, arching towards the floor. You sweep your free hand under the calf of your free leg and stretch into a split as you hang, your whole body singing from the strain.

I’ve given, what I have I showed you, I’m growing-

You’ve lost track of Moon and your eyes search out his face as you twirl. There- a pale shadow against the wall, his red gaze thin and dark. You lift yourself out of the splits into a Candlestick- body taught and straight and almost vertical towards the floor as you straddle the crescent with crossed thighs.

The ashes, fall slowly As your voice, consoles me

Taking a breath to steady yourself you unfold a single leg down behind your head to splay your body into dramatic a Candlestick split. You sigh with satisfaction as you hang. Eyes slipping closed. Below you, the chorus crashes through the empty room with an echo.

As the hours pass, I will let you know That I need to ask, before I’m alone How it feels to rest, on your patient lips To eternal bliss, I’m so glad to know-

From the shadows by the wall he watches you. The lights of his eyes smear a trail as you spin, streaming red lines that trace through the air like the back-lights of a car in a storm. Something beautiful, in its own way.

You wind yourself out of the pose, arms tensing to lift yourself back into the embrace of the crescent lyra; your legs an artful languid twist of flesh and metal. You fold your self into a beauty roll, the world spinning around you as you twist inside the crescent, body rolling like a wave that crests from pose to split to pose to hang- this is what you were best at- the fluidity- the dizzying loops that left the watcher wondering where your gravity ended and the lyra began. Spins within spins. Loops within loops. Mermaid. Roll. Gazelle. Split. Roll. Amazon. Roll. High Angel. Roll-

We’re swaying to drum beats In motion, I’m feeling My patience, controlling The question I won’t speak-

You grin into the darkness as your body contorts around the crescent to put all your weight on the top of the lyra. There you hold yourself, your body perfectly vertical, blood rushing gloriously to your face as your breathing slows, deep and heavy.

We’re leaving, we’re talking You’re closer, it’s calming-

As you hang upside down you dare a glance beneath you to where Moon stands beside the crash mat- except he’s so much closer now. Close and silent and still in that way that only an animatronic can be. You flutter yourself into a single leg Scarab as you force the hoop away from your body at a dramatic angle, your gaze never leaving his face.

It’s then that you notice his eyes. The sclera of his visors are that familiar vantablack, only… his pupils are blue. Little lavender blue rings that shiver as they follow you. Locked on you.

You almost fall, your grip on the hoop slipping ever so slightly. You were so used to the red on black and black on red that cycled with his moods that it was jarring to see something so different. His gaze catches yours like a gravity well, and just like that you are caught in the orbit of his eyes. Your heart burns beneath your ribs.

To eternal bliss, I’m so glad to know-

You stay like that, eyes locked together in a trap- seconds pass with only the quivering pain in your muscles to mark the time. Eventually your mortal body is forced to move.

Deftly you uncoil your body until your legs are back beneath you. You finally tear your eyes from Moon as you turn to lay belly down across the crescent, relaxing into a reverse Mermaid that lets you put most of the weight on your hips, rather than your aching arms. The lyra spins languidly, it’s momentum slowing. You close your eyes.

The night will hold us close, and the stars will guide us home-

When you open them, Moon is in-front you. At this height his face is level with yours and he reaches a long arm out to steady the lyra to a stop.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

He tilts his faceplate to one side.

“Spotting you.” His voice is low and you shudder as his fingers ghost along the arch of your back.

I’ve been waiting for this moment, we’re finally alone-

“I’m not done yet.” The words tumble from your mouth like wadded cotton balls; soft, insubstantial. He watches you with lavender eye-lights.

“You’re fatigued.” He says simply- smile parting, affectionate.

You shift your grip on the Lyra.

I turn to ask the question, so anxious, my thoughts-

“Your eyes-” you whisper but the moment the words touch your lips, the pinpricks of his pupils flicker a familiar, violent red. You swallow.

“S t a r l i g h t .” He unfolds a palm around your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear with one lingering finger. Your hands start to shake. “Time to rest. Time to sleep.”

Your lips were soft like winter, in your passion, I was lost-

You lean into the cold metal of his wrist, just a little- but he withdraws. Your heart drops instantly at the rejection before stuttering as he hooks both hands around your waist- and in one fluid motion pulls you down from the lyra and into his arms.

He holds you there, flush against his chest and you slowly wrap your arms around his neck, your feet hanging in the air.

“Moon- what?” You stutter, face craning up to meet his eyes.

“…Jealous.” He says, eyes sliding back behind you to the glittering crescent moon lyra

“I’m… sorry?” Your voice climbs in confusion and his grin widens, teeth sharp- grip tightening around the flesh of your back.

“Apology accepted.”

Your eyes narrow and you open your mouth to protest but you are stopped short- a single sharp finger pressed against your lips.

“Shh-” He whispers, eyes all black and red and lavender. “Don’t ruin it.”

“Ruin what?” You frown.

He grins. “T h i s .”

And then he kisses you.

His whole body leans into you- face tilted to press cool silicon to your burning mouth. It is a simple thing, all soft and heavy at the same time. A pure, even pressure.

You grip the fabric of his cap with unsteady hands.

“Oh.” You mouth the sound softly into the corner of his smile and he buries his faceplate into your cheek.

Soft white static catches as he says- “…I would, too.”

You furrow your brow and his fingers reach up to trace the crescents of light that his eyes cast across your face. “I would be sad if you fell. I don’t like to think about… things that could hurt you.”

A breathless sigh leaves you, and your eyes soften; a bewildered smile creeping into the corners of your mouth.

“…Does that mean no more lion king?”

The look he gives you is scathing. “I will still drop you.”

“But then you and Sunny would be sad.” You flash him your teeth and his grin stretches.

“Better be on you best behaviour then, Staaaaarlight.”

Oh dear, you were doomed.

#Astral Bodies #asks #dca fandom #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf moon x reader #fnaf moondrop #moon x reader #fnaf sb #I love moon so much #but he derails every conversation with SASS #prompts #drabble #fanfic #qwillewrites

[fedoraspooky]

HERE, FINALLY GOT THE REF DONE FOR HIS CHARA PAGE ON ART FIGHT. @H@;;

If you wanna know more about him I typed up a whole thing for Art Fight that I'mma put under this read more:

Kind of an AU, 'what-if' scenario thing where Charlie's infected by the silver plague.

For those unfamiliar, the silver plague is basically an intergalactic lycanthropy-esque condition spread by bite, though it has largely been been hunted out of existence save for a few remaining surviving carriers. Originally invented on a far-off planet as a means of defense against invading forces, the infection allowed carriers to transform into a powerful beast form under certain conditions such as a certain level of adrenaline in the blood or emotional triggers. However, spreading via bite had not been anticipated, and keeping control of oneself when transformed was difficult... because of this, it quickly spread out of control, and became a problem across the galaxy, becoming known as the "silver plague". Since there is no known cure, this led to the morally questionable practice of carriers being hunted in an attempt to eradicate the plague.

The silver plague's beast forms are always different for each person infected, save for 1) the presence of a tough, silver-like substance on the body, and 2) a means with which to deliver a bite to other organisms and spread itself, even if the beast form is a creature that doesn't normally have teeth.

With that explained, back to this what-if sitch:

Charlie's silver plague beast form would be a flightless dragon. Due to his biology already being altered quite a bit in the lab he'd escaped from, this led to his beast form being massively huge and powerful, but also just as massively dangerous. Since his emotional trigger to transform is anger, the beast form's temper is near unmanageable and is difficult to calm down until it can destroy something first. He's also incredibly hungry like this, since the transformation requires a lot of energy and he's got a massive appetite to begin with due to having a furnace stomach. So yes, basically- hangry. Very very hangry.

When transformed, he's roughly the size of a two-story house. He can switch between being bipedal or quadrupedal, finding the latter more comfortable in this form AND faster to run in. The gill-like vents in his neck serve to help pump in air when he's breathing fire for a continuous blast. Long jets of flame, sort of wing-like in shape, can shoot out of the circular patches in his back as well, though they don't function like wings. At best, when timed right they can sort of function as a boost when he's midair, essentially allowing him to double-jump or otherwise launch himself a short distance.

He cannot speak in this form, more out of physical incapability (jaws no longer being shaped for it, etc) than mental. He's still himself in there, just fighting off an onslaught of rage and panic and other fun instinctual bullshit until he can calm down!

He cannot change back at will, the transformation reverting primarily due to exhaustion. Basically, boi needs to burn himself out first.

#dragon #weredragon #kaiju oc #werecreature #monster oc #myOCs #Charlie #Cosmic Fiasco #Dragon Charlie #art stuff

[cellias]

scary visions and uneasy acquaintances (ii)

leo valdez x child of apollo!reader

warnings: bad spirits, talks about a toilet seat

summary: leo is approached by the person who seems to dislike him the most out of the other six. but now it seems they were in for a longer ride together than they anticipated—or wanted—and they still can’t this kind-of-friendship thing right.

word count: 3.3k

It was past dinner time, but only one thing sounded really good right about now. Sleep.

He didn’t want to admit it, but Leo was getting sleepier by the minute. He’d be communicating with Festus and then his eyes would get heavy, and his arms would feel weak, and the darkness of his eyelids became so inviting…but no. He had a job to do. He couldn’t waste time like that.

Everyone on the ship had retreated to their bedrooms after working a little more with food in their system, and Leo welcomed the familiar silence that came at that hour. All he could hear was the calm movement of the ocean, the rumbling noise of the engine, and whoosh of the wind on the sail, and the occasional creak from his machines. These nights felt like the eye of a hurricane.

The only problem was he barely slept during the past few nights. This had some annoying consequences, like killer headaches and an overwhelming urge to just lay his head on the table for a few second-like hours. And he almost did, had it not been for the footsteps he heard approaching the room. He frowned. Coach Hedge would barge in sometimes, but these steps didn’t sound like his hooves.

It didn’t really matter anyway, because the person had arrived rather quickly. There was a knock on the door. His conscious state was being prodded awake once more.

“Who’s there?” He called, sliding a hammer out of his belt. You know, just in case.

“Y/n.”

Oh. The hammer went back in. “Y/n who?”

“Y/n, the person who’s going to throw you off this ship if you don’t open the door right now.”

He opened the door.

The sight of you was marvelous to behold. Messy hair, grumpy face, mismatched socks, and decked out in sun printed pajamas. He wished he had a camera. He’d hang the picture on his wall and caption it: Fashion’s Newest Muse, Renowned Child of Apollo. Maybe the name needed some work.

You look him up and down. “May I come in?”

“That’s what you’re supposed to ask before you threaten me.”

You stared.

“Yeah, alright.” He steps aside to let you in. “So what brings you to my man cave?” He watches the back of your head as you examine the room with intrigue.

You snort. “Right, your man cave.” You turned to him. “We need to talk.”

Leo looked around. “You? With me?”

“Yes, you,” you said, exasperated. “With me.”

He wandered to his chair and spun once, then sat up straight to look at you. He motioned to the other chair beside him. It was Annabeth’s honorary co-captain chair, and it was obvious by the little mess of papers with neat and chaotic writing scribbled on them from earlier that day. He could never write that much in one sitting. You moved to sit down after he picked up the papers.

“Well,” he started, “what did you want to talk about?” If he was being honest, he was a little nervous. Most of the others didn’t visit the room often, especially not at night, and especially not you.

You started to lose the straight look on your face, some anxiousness peeking through. He kind of liked it, knowing you got nervous too.

“I just, um, the thing is… how do I start this?”

He watched patiently, amusement painting his features.

“I had a dream.”

You looked at him expectantly. He didn’t really know what you wanted him to think of that. “Huh. Do you need to, like, vent?” He asked awkwardly.

You rubbed your forehead with the palm of your hand. “No, it’s that—” you paused and squinted. “Is it me or did it just get dimmer in here?”

“Oh, yeah sorry,” Leo grinned sheepishly and the lights flickered, releasing a brighter light. “It changes based on what my eyes are comfortable with.”

You looked upset at that. “Well, then change it back.”

“But I thought you…”

“No, I don’t care. Change it to whatever is comfortable. You’re gonna need it when I tell you my dream.” Leo was wary to change it back. For good measure, he manually changed the lighting to a good balance of light and darkness that wasn’t too harsh on his sleepy eyes.

“Alright, there. So what about this dream? And why are you telling me about it?”

You seemed to be psyching yourself up before you opened your mouth. “Okay. Lately I’ve been having trouble sleeping. I thought this was because—” you stopped yourself and contemplated your next words. “Well, I didn’t know what to think. But right after we came back from that whole thing with Narcissus, falling asleep was easier than it had been in weeks. I thought, maybe it’s because I was so drained. But I’ve gone a day or two fighting monsters with no sleep,” you looked uneasy, like what you were saying was embarrassing, “and so I know this wasn’t normal. But then my dream happened. It wasn’t like anything I’ve dreamt before. It was different.”

Leo pondered your words as you paused to recollect your thoughts. He was still sort of confused. Why would you come to him about this? It was probably smarter to go to Annabeth, or Percy, or literally anybody else who had more experience than him. They could probably help interpret.

“I was myself, of course. No weird spectator thing, or feeling like you’re in another body, you know?” He nodded. “I was me. It was really dark at first. I couldn’t see anything, it looked more like a black endless space than a room or anything. And I could feel something swirling around me, getting really close, but not touching me. Even when they whispered it was like they were looking the other way so their breath wouldn’t hit my face. And then they were moving away, and I felt this feeling wash over me, like I was being hugged, or something. I had closed my eyes when an orange light started to appear — you know when you’re facing the sun or a light and your eyes are closed, so you see reddish orange?”

“Oh yeah, of course.”

“It was that. So I opened my eyes and,” you looked at his eyes intensely, “this is where it gets weird. You were there.”

Leo raised an eyebrow.

“Not just that. You weren’t actually there,” you added, as if that made sense.

“I think I could’ve told you that.”

“No, I mean, there was nothing in front of me. There was just this really loud presence, like someone was standing right in front of me. I don’t know how, but the first thing that came to my mind was you. I just know it was. I did some thinking over dinner, and I think…”

Leo put his hands up. “Wait, wait, wait.”

You stared at him with wide eyes.

“What you’re saying is, you had a dream in the dark with weird spirits around you, and one of them happened to be me?”

“Yeah, but I also—”

“What if you’re just, I don’t know, scared of me?” You frowned at that, but he smiled slyly and continued before you could argue, “Or you were just thinking about me a little too much before your nap?”

He watched you bury your head in your hands. “Oh my gods, no!” You looked up, and he was met with an attempt at a glare and an almost successfully suppressed smile. Almost.

“Yeah, you were! I can tell.” He lifted a hand and felt your cheek. “You’re all warm.”

You pulled away in embarrassment. “Okay, yeah I was. I was thinking about how you’re going to go missing next time you leave the toilet seat up.”

He put a hand over his heart. “I told you guys it was Jason!”

You scoffed in disbelief. “Jason would never do that. He’s too Jason.”

“The boy was raised by wolves, Y/N.”

You laughed at his deadpan expression. “Fair point.”

He opened his mouth to say something, probably something about how he had never heard you laugh like that around him, or how your smile was really nice, or how you seemed to be glowing, or how your laugh sounded like music. But he stopped himself. He couldn’t say that stuff. It was weird.

“Uh, sorry,” he said instead.

“For what?”

“You were going to say something earlier and I interrupted.”

You seemed to be thinking for a second or two, before you realized. “Oh, that. I think the dream has something to do with the future. Near or far, I don’t know, but most likely far. You were different. Like you didn’t have the same presence as you do right now, but it was still obviously you.”

“Why can’t it just be a random dream?”

“We’re demigods. And anyway, most Apollo children have some degree of foresight as an ability. I’ve never willingly tapped into mine, so I don’t really know its extent. But in the dream it felt like it was working stronger than it ever had.”

Leo hummed. “You Apollo kids sure have a lot of gifts. Now I’m kind of jealous.”

“I can manipulate light and music, you can make anything with scrap metal and create fire with your willpower, and you’re jealous?”

“Pretty much.”

“You’re impossible.” You rolled your eyes but then your face dropped again. “Valdez,” you started timidly. “I’m worried. This was a real vision. But where in the world would it be that dark? And why couldn't I see you? It’s too many factors going into this one event, and it feels like it’s less than the sum of its parts, but I know it’s not. It wasn’t just dark, it felt like…the world was caved in. It didn’t make sense.”

He twisted a screwdriver that appeared out of nowhere. You were right, it didn’t make sense. He thought back to the prophecy. After a beat of silent thinking, he murmured in a volume you almost didn’t hear.

“To storm or fire the world must fall.”

You rubbed your hands together nervously. “Do you think that’s it?”

“The world felt like it was caved in. All you could feel was my presence after the spirits left.” He shuddered. He hadn’t seen the dream himself, but the thought scared him. “You tell me.”

“It would match up. But why not show the others? It doesn’t make sense to only be me and you.” You glanced at him and looked back at grey pipe parts that protruded out of the wall, the highlights gleaming white in the lighting.

“I agree. But I mean, if the others aren’t there, and the world ‘fell’…” he trailed off, but you didn’t need him to complete his sentence.

You shook your head indignantly. “Prophecies can’t be changed, but they don’t have to mean what they sound like. We won’t fail. I don’t need foresight to know that.”

“We’re going against Mother Nature.”

“That sucks for her.” You sat up straighter, a fire lit in your eyes, like you weren’t talking about the first entity on Earth.

His eyes stuck on your stance. For once, he was seeing the Y/N that Annabeth and the other campers had told him about. It was like meeting an entirely new person.

You stuck out your hand. “Okay, Valdez. I don’t like this, but if it comes down to it… I suppose I’m alright with sharing the burden of the end of the world with you.”

He huffed but shook your hand. “Okay, Y/L/N, I guess I’d be okay with that too.”

You stood up to leave after releasing him. He called out your name, stopping you. “I was being truthful, by the way. We need to start working as a team.” You faced him confusedly. “I’m not telling you to confess all your secrets. Or to be my best friend. But maybe not hating your crew mate would be good.”

“I told you already, I don’t hate you.”

“You just don’t like me.”

You nodded. “Exactly.”

“Yeah… see, no more of that is what I mean. If we could just be professional acquaintances, that’d be enough. I mean, light and fire, doesn’t it make sense?” He shifted in his seat. Why did he say that? He should’ve just let you leave. But of course his mouth didn’t agree. “I think we just got off on the wrong foot.”

“I think so too,” you said thoughtfully. “I can't just change how I feel about you, it doesn’t work like that. But I appreciate the apology.”

He went bug eyed, and blurted without thinking, “Apology? All I said was that we got off on the wrong foot.” He stopped you before you could retort. “You literally just shared your secret dream with me, anyway.”

“I told you out of necessity. It involved you, so I told you. I didn’t come to you for comfort.”

Leo examined your face and, feeling like he might be growing an ego even thinking about it, doubted your words. “So then you’re going to tell everyone else next morning?”

You avoided his eyes and crossed your arms defensively. “Um, no. They weren’t in the dream. And it would only distract them. It would just make the quest seem hopeless.”

“But it’s important. It was a vision. Shouldn’t they know?”

“No, Valdez. They’re not going to know, and that’s it. And if they do, they won’t hear it from me.” You stared threateningly. “So you better not say anything. I know it’ll be difficult with your big mouth, but if I hear a peep from you about the dream, you’re not going to see the light of day ever again.”

“Dramatic.”

“I’m serious,” you seethed, and the light bulbs glowed at an uncomfortable level. He felt dizzy and got chills, resembling the symptoms of those fevers he used to get when he was young. He shook his head to get out of it.

“So you’re asking me to lie to my friends?”

“I’m asking you to keep something to yourself. You can’t lie if there’s nothing to lie about in the first place,” you corrected.

Leo rested his head on his free hand. “Thanks for changing the wording, it really made me feel a lot better.”

You groaned and rubbed your face. “I should never have told you. Of course you’d go blabbing your mouth.”

“You can’t tell me to keep a secret as big as this from them. We need to help them anyway we can. This is a team effort, there’s a reason there’s eight demigods on this ship.”

You laughed, a sound that didn’t sound as pretty as before, one that was harsh and dry, devoid of humor. “Don’t act like this now. Like you’re not hiding things too. You’re really good at it. But the second it’s somebody’s else’s secret you’re dying to tell.”

Leo’s hand clutched his tool bag protectively when you glanced at it. “That’s different. This is the end of the world that you’re talking about.”

“It’s a vision. Do you know what that means?” You ripped yourself away from his gaze. “It means you’re not supposed to tell anybody. Telling someone will make them desperate to stop it from happening. Bad things happen when you try to change the course of fate. Worse than what you’re trying to prevent.”

Your eyes were glued to the wall behind him, as if there was a scene that matched your narration; a scene he didn’t think you’d want him to know about.

“Then why did you tell me? You just put the whole quest in danger by doing that, according to you.”

“I told you why.”

Leo stood to match your height, and partly because he was tired of sitting down. “That was complete centaur poop. ‘Because it involved you’ is the worst excuse I’ve ever heard you come up with. This involves all of us. We can work together on this. So tell me the real reason you came here at two in the morning, and maybe I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

He was afraid he’d prodded too far, because your face went sour, and you left without another word. He watched you leave, making no move to stop you or pry more. His frustration was bubbling inside himself, and it was a little frightening. Those types of feelings were reserved for a few people he knew today, and how you pulled them from him so easily wasn’t good. How he was expected to work with you, even in the face of the potential end of the world, he didn’t know.

Earlier he had thought maybe it would be okay; you, him, and Hazel had fought together that same day, and did so with little to no issues. He’d clung to you to help you, and the feeling that spread through him left him a little breathless. But he had felt a similar feeling with Hazel, the moment on the boulder. So maybe it really hadn’t been anything, and especially not to you. Here you were backpedaling on the progression to friendship that he was trying to move toward.

His leg bounced up and down and he turned to Buford at the sensation of communication coming from the table.

Leo’s face was released from the negative feelings that had twisted it. “You’re right,” he mumbled. “I can’t not try again, I guess.”

You may not be particularly fond of him, but he wouldn’t let… whatever this was, consume him or you. Eventually, you’d have to cooperate with him, and he thought the note you had both left off on didn’t really help the case more than it hurt the possibility. For a second he’d been willing to let go of his effort and let you go on distrusting him. But it could only lead to more danger. At the rate things were going so far, they were on their way to enough of that.

And contrary to popular belief among the other seven (cough, Frank, cough), his friends did matter to him. He’d been doing what he could to help, and ever since the day you’d shown up to help build the ship that day at camp, although you seemed reluctant (“I’m just here to speed up the process,” you had said), rebuilding your relationship had been top on his list.

Of course with Frank not liking him around, though he supposed that made sense — he attacked his home, after all — he’d been trying to get that guy to trust him some more. It was a little difficult with the buff baby faced dude that could turn into a dragon, but he tried. He seemed to be making just as much progress with him as he had with you. He always seemed to do something wrong.

He felt worse when he realized a small part of him was selfishly trying to prove that goddess wrong. He started to doubt his own intentions when the words she had said slid into his mind. The eighth wheel. He had begun to think all his attempts were just so he could finally feel like he fit in. Like he wasn’t the outlier on a team full of people who were supposed to relate to him, to understand him. The cold thought would make even his fire feel drained of its heat.

But he decided not to let that take over tonight, not after what had just happened. Tonight he’d…okay, he wouldn’t do anything right now. He needed a nap so bad, and all this thinking wasn’t very energy preserving. Frank and Y/N were not going to be the last things on his mind as he went to sleep. What a nightmare. But before he could think about anything else, an image of an army of men being defeated by the surprisingly loud and offensive singing of a golden tweety bird blanketed his mind in its unconsciousness. That was a vision if he’d ever seen one.

#leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez #pjo #pjo x reader #percy jackson x reader #hoo x reader #heroes of olympus x reader

[leafypants]

What's Been Held In (3/4)

part 1 , part 2

Heyyo, long time no see all! Sorry this chapter took way longer than the others; I wanted it to be as close to how I envisioned it as possible, and it took a LOT of abandoned drafts to achieve that haha. By the way ya'll didn't read the title wrong, to make it up to you guys, the story will go on! ( For one more chap at least lmao)

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The only sounds audible in the room were the dull whirring of computers. It mixed with the heavy silence in the room, threatening to create a recipe of madness for the hero left stunned by his brother's words. After green eyes scanned the note for a final time, Sonic placed it back in its envelope on Tails' desk. He let out a long sigh as he leaned back in the chair, his gaze meeting the ceiling.  

He became lost in thought by what he'd just read; he had no idea that his best friend was facing such a battle within and wondered how long the struggle had gone on. The kid always seemed so happy and positive around Sonic and the others; it was beyond him how Tails managed to keep it hidden. Was his usual cheerful, happy disposition a well-crafted facade?   

Sonic's line of vision shifted from the ceiling above to the desk before him as he sat up. He searched its contents for something to occupy his attention while waiting for Tails to arrive. The winner was a pen that the hedgehog began to roll back and forth with his right index finger, his head held up by his left hand.  

Though he never really cared to admit it, plenty of instances evidenced the hedgehog wearing his heart on his sleeve. Whatever his mouth wouldn't admit to, his actions most certainly would. Right now was definitely one of those moments. He wore an expression that was a blend of worry, concern, and to a small extent, guilt upon his face. It was hard for him to make sense of it; how could the fox not see it; how great he was? 'Too many limitations to be a hero,' says who?!  

Hero was a term practically defined by the fox's actions, and Sonic couldn't understand how Tails' feats weren't enough to prove that to him. At that moment, guilt seeped in. Sonic started wondering if maybe he was partly to blame; had he not praised the boy enough? Were his struggles more evident than the hero thought, and he just overlooked them?  

All questions, Sonic tragically didn't have the answers to. He checked the clock on the wall, whose ticking threatened to drive him mad for the time. Only 15 minutes had elapsed; Gods, how much longer was his little brother going to be?  

He pushed the chair away from the desk and leaped up, opting for light pacing rather than going mad sitting for even a second longer. The movement also helped to clear his mind a bit, which he needed. His little brother would gain nothing from a slightly frantic brother spewing concerned nonsense.  

He knew what he wanted to say; that wasn't the hard part. He wanted to tell his little buddy that he brought so much more to the team, heck, the world, than just his machinery. He was the bravest partner he knew because he faced danger head-on, no matter how scared. Sonic admired, believed in, and loved Tails, and he wanted his words to reflect that. So they had to be perfect!  

*Should I hang back and listen, give him the space he needs to vent? Or should I just tell him how great he really is??* he thought. By this point, another five minutes had passed by, and Sonic was no closer to forming a course of action than when he'd finished reading the note.  

Sonic's thoughts were brought to a premature end at the sound of the door unlocking, his eyes darting to the front door in anticipation of his friend. He supposed he had no choice but to wing it now. On the one hand, the hero was happy to end the brutal waiting game; but on the other, he was admittedly a bit nervous to begin the conversation. Sonic tensed up as he waited for Tails to enter so they could finally address the issue; he tried and failed to play it cool by leaning against the nearby workbench, usually littered with blueprints and design sketches.  

*Just speak from the heart; you'll know what to say when you see 'em.* The hero thought, with less confidence than he preferred to have at this moment. The sound of the door brought Sonic immediately to attention. It was showtime!  

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Tails had just finished his flight therapy, as Sonic dubbed it, and placed the Tornado back in its hangar, located next door to his workshop. He looked around the large room and closed his eyes, releasing a deep sigh he hadn't realized he'd been holding in. The flight was supposed to make him feel better, and it did a little, but the fox still had those same worries in the back of his mind. His plight was one problem a 45-minute flight couldn't fix. With that thought, he let out a dry chuckle and patted the Tornado goodbye as he headed out of the hangar towards the workshop's front door.  

Towards the end of his flight, and more so on his way back inside his place of work and home, he'd decided to trash the letter. Upon reflection, it now seemed overly dramatic, and the young genius just didn't know if it was the right time to face those emotions. Maybe that could be a discussion for another time or something he could resolve on his own. The latter seemed much easier on his pride.          

With his mind made up, Tails removed the key tucked away inside his namesake; Sonic always wondered how they never fell out or blew away in such a spot. The thought brought him brief amusement as he unlocked the door. That amusement, however, was swiftly brought to an end at the sight that greeted him upon entry.  

Usually, the sight of his older brother brought Tails joy and a sense of comfort, but now, it formed a knot within his stomach. Not only was the hero here at the worst time imaginable, but he was also at the worst possible place for the fox, mere inches from his desk. The kit practically jumped out of his skin, all color leaving his face at the situation.  

"Ahh, I..wha..wh-when did you get here, sonic?! I-I wasn't expecting you so soon. N-not that I'm not happy you're here!" He said, a nervous chuckle and tail(s) twitch following his erratic words.   

"Amy and I wrapped up early. Back door was unlocked, so figured I'd let myself in n' wait up for ya. Slow day?"  

Sonic said, gesturing to the lack of mess, aside from the crumpled papers around Tails' desk within the room. He did his best to keep all sarcasm and accusation from his voice; he wanted to give his friend time to open up rather than jumping the gun. This was for his benefit, after all.  

Panic flooded Tails' mind as he struggled to say something, anything else, to his brother and figure out how the heck he'd made his way in. Between the workshop's state-of-the-art security system that rivaled any army and Amy's brutal gardening regimens (which he, unfortunately, knew all too well), the hero shouldn't have been back for three more hours, at the minimum. That letter needed to get destroyed, fast.  

"O-oh, I uh, was j-just trying to finish up a minor adjustment to a blueprint I'm working on. I got stumped, so I took the tornado for a ride." He replied, rubbing the back of his head. It wasn't an entire lie; he did fly earlier. He just hoped it was enough to dispel any impending questions from Sonic's mind. The hedgehog knew him too well, after all, better than himself at times. One slip of the tongue and the fox was busted.  

This gave the hedgehog pause. What he hoped would be taken by the fox as a generous and gentle opening to open up about his worries was instead utilized as a strategic out. Two could play at that game. Sonic decided to press the young inventor's lie and see just how far he would go before letting the truth slip out.  

"Oh yeah?" He said in reference to Tails' claim. "Tornado's already pretty souped-up. What exactly were you trying to upgrade?" Sonic couldn't help the brow raise and smirk that followed his questions, knowing he'd dealt a significant blow to his friend's façade. Tails never could lie to him, especially not under pressure.  

"I-it was, Uhm, an upgrade for, the uhhh.." With an IQ that rivaled that of the Evil Doctor Eggman, and a vast knowledge of all things mechanical, one would think Tails would have easily named any kind of technical enhancement. However, the fox was currently drawing a blank from the pressure of thinking up a lie on the spot.  

 *Think, think, how can you talk your way around this? * And then it came to him; the perfect plan.  

"Oh, well, it's a bit complicated to explain, so I'll just grab what I have so far and show you!" With that, Tails ran past Sonic and began rummaging around his desk, looking all over the top and sifting through the drawers. Where could that pesky note be? It had to be here; it wasn't like it grew legs and left!  

"Need a hand over there? You look like those blueprints are gonna explode or somethin'." Sonic said as he crossed his arms. His brother's frantic search now had him well pasted the point of hiding the suspicion in his voice; the fox was practically confessing with each drawer he ransacked.   

"Uh, No, I'm good; Just one second!" The boy genius called as he continued on in his urgent search, desperate to locate the item in question before he earned any more suspicion from his brother.  

"Is this it over here? No! Wh-what about- I could've sworn I threw that away."  

Sonic rolled his eyes at the sight of his panicked friend practically tearing his desk apart. Honestly, it was hard to watch as the boy scrambled to look for the note he'd never find. The fox might just have fooled Sonic, too, if not for two things. One, it was rare for anything of great importance Tails' to be misplaced so severely; he may make messes on the scale with natural disasters, but the boy's blueprints and notes were practically holy and always accounted for. Second, Tails was, unfortunately, a terrible liar when in the hot seat; his ear would twitch as if it was speaking Morse code. It was currently moving so much; the hero was shocked his friend hadn't discovered a new way to fly!  

At any rate, Sonic couldn't let this continue any longer. The scene before him may have been funny any other time, but right now, the elephant in the room needed to finally be addressed.  

"Tails, yo, Tai-"Sonic tried and struggled to pull his friend's attention away from the search.  

"Just one sec; I think I almost got it." A white glove waved Sonic's words away, begging him to hold onto the patience he no longer had.   

"Tails, I really need you to -"  

"Gah! No, where the heck did I leave it..maybe in the -"  

"EARTH TO MILES TAILS PROWER!" Sonic exclaimed after spinning the fox around to face away from the catastrophe that was now his work desk. He took a minute to regroup and soften his expression at the sight of Tails' startled reaction.  

"\*sigh\* Look, I'm sorry, buddy. I didn't mean to scare you; I just didn't know how else to snap you outta it" He placed a gentle hand back onto Tails' shoulder, this time for reassurance.  

"Yeah, I guess I was going a bit crazy over nothing." Twin tails fluttered in apprehension. He didn't know if this new development would be an out or a dead end for his escape plan. The letter was nowhere in sight, but perhaps he had been convincing enough for Sonic to truly believe the fuss was only over some schematics. Unfortunately, a high IQ does not grant a person great foresight.  

"I wouldn't say over nothin', bud," Sonic said as his free hand made its way into his quills and retrieved the letter penned by his brother. "Is this what you were looking for?"   

Tails' heart sank all the way to his stomach, which was currently in knots. Countless thoughts flooded his head at the sight of the note, its torn seal telling all.  

*Dear Gaia, he read it?!* he thought. *Gods, what must he think? He must think I'm an idiot after reading all that or a basket case!! I…I gotta do something, say something*  

"Sonic, I, I'm sorry. I-I really didn't mean to bother you; It's nothing, honest! I was just being dum-"  

A gloved hand raised to stop the fox dead in his tracks. Sonic never backed down from a situation, no matter how hard it was, and he wasn't gonna start now.  

"Don't you even finish that thought. Couch, now." Sonic's words were not laced with anger but concern.   

The couch in question was in the next room over. It was located nearby the fox's kitchenette for his friends to relax when stopping by. However, for his older brother, "the couch" meant a serious discussion was coming, or he broke a major invention and was very sorry (three broken emerald trackers were revealed upon its cushiony surface). Context, unfortunately, told him it wasn't the latter.  

"B-but, sonic!" he tried and failed to plead his case further, trying to prove he was definitely okay.  

"No buts, this time, lil bro. C'mon." Sonic made his way out of the room, motioning for Tails to follow.  

Tails watched the hedgehog as he left, frozen in place. He had nothing but dread for the long conversation to come. Would he be met with anger, apathy, or a mix of all of the above from his friend? Would he be consoled or told to toughen up? It killed him to be a bother to one of his friends yet again. All he wanted was to finally feel like he didn't need to be saved for once, and here he was about to cause Sonic to feel he needed to come to his aid yet again. The young fox cursed the situation and himself for its creation.   

He eventually shook the worries as far from his head as he could and ran after Sonic. The fox was smart enough, though, to know that whatever came at him was coming from a place of love and care and that he couldn't keep the hero waiting forever.  

It was time to face the music! 

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic fanfiction #fanfiction #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #sonic and tails #unbreakable bond #tails the fox

[emilou-keen-gear]

To Jim: Have you and “Negaduck” discussed what you’ll be doing on Halloween, if you’re on your best behavior?

I thought the answer to Jim's question would be better put as a story. Here we go:

Word Count: Approx 1000

Characters: Jim Starling/Negaduck

Title: Consorting with Demons

            Jim Starling waited in the dark. Nobody was there with him but he wasn’t alone. He heard himself breathing in and out, felt the blood pumping in his ears as the anticipation built, and strengthened his grip on the rubber covered handle. It was his lungs, his blood, and his hand that did all these things, but he shared them with someone else. Because it was for Negaduck that he was there.

            Dr. Hodgens had told him that this was a bad idea. Perhaps she thought that the excitement would be too much for him. Or maybe it was the fact that he was giving up control to his inner demon that she thought that he would lose himself. But he couldn’t keep his dark side down any longer. Negaduck was a volcano ready to explode when the pressure became too much. This was better. This would be venting some of the pressure, tiring the monster inside him so he wouldn’t have to wrestle with his subconscious every day.

            No, this was for the best.  Better to let him out now where he couldn’t do any harm then for him to break out and regret it later.

            Jim heard footsteps in the dark hallway. He barely raised his head when Negaduck took over, the desire to bring fear into young hearts bringing out the villain. This wasn’t the first time, but tonight would be the last. Then would be the finale, his encore, his coup de grace, and then it would be back into the dark recesses of Jim’s mind.

            Negaduck was going to enjoy every last minute of this.

            Through the dark and the fog, he could make out a group of five.

 The whispered voices told him it was a mixed group of boys and girls, teenagers by his guess. They were perfect.

            He reached for the ripcord on the chainsaw and pulled it with all his might. The chainsaw wasn’t new, so it chugged the first time. But the sound got the kids’ attention. He pulled it again, and the small motor sputtered then revved.

            The group of teens pulled together like sheep when a pack of wolves had them cornered. They held onto each other and he could hear whimpers and little screams from a few.

            Negaduck stepped out of his niche in the wall and raised the chainsaw, letting it growl that high, grinding scream that only a machine of this make could do.

            Then he laughed. It was a laugh that came from the dark side of his heart and from that locked chest in his brain. He hadn’t laughed like that for so long.

            The teens screamed as one, their voices bouncing off each other in a cacophony of discordant notes as they scrambled away, keeping as far away from the chainsaw-crazed duck as possible. And as their screams faded away, they turned into hysterical laughter from those who had been scared, but in a fun, safe way.

            And even though the terror he had evoked from the teens was just as real as the jungle habitats for tigers at the zoo were, it gave Negaduck a satisfying feeling, the same feeling one would get when partaking of their favorite food or scratching an itch that had evaded them for a long time. And as he rode that feeling, he could hear the next group of thrill-seekers coming his way.

            At the end of the night, Negaduck had scared hundreds of citizens of Duckburg and visiting tourists, and felt as content as a predator with a full belly. He hardly needed convincing to give Jim back control.

            Taking off the hockey mask and shutting down the chainsaw, Jim found his old friend and the owner of the haunted house attraction. His friend was a retired television director and writer, and when he contacted Jim about opening a Halloween attraction, he was more than willing to help. Although a majority of the actors there were local kids and college students, they had put on a grand display thanks to Jim’s tutelage and his friend’s vision.

            “I heard you really outdid yourself tonight,” his friend said as he shook Jim’s hand. “I have never heard so many screams as those kids raced out the back door.”

            “I told you, the more authentic, the scarier,” Jim said, patting his chainsaw.

            Unlike other haunted houses, the actors used chainsaw props that simulated the sounds decently, but it was never the same. Which was why Jim borrowed his gardener’s chainsaw for this role. Oh, the chain was taken off of it, making it perfectly safe. The props didn’t have that distinctive smell of gas and oil and of woodchips burning from the friction of the saw. The props didn’t have the heft of a real tool, which added a sort of stance in the actor. And of course, a plastic prop couldn’t give off that aura of danger that the real McCoy had, the pure vibration of that powerful motor as it roared to life.

            Authenticity was key. That’s what he taught his budding actors. If they weren’t scaring people with all the senses, were they really that scary?

            “People have been raving about my house of horrors all over on the Internet,” Jim’s friend said. “I can’t thank you enough for your help.”

            “It was nothing. Happy to help,” Jim said, thinking that he didn’t really do anything. It was Negaduck doing all the work.

            “You talked a lot of authenticity, but a lot of what you do is just acting,” his friend chuckled. “But I could have sworn we had a genuine psychopath in your role. You were like another person.”

            Jim smiled and nodded, taking the compliment for what it was. Authenticity is key.

            “I hope to have you back next year. I was thinking of doing a zombies theme.”

            “Sounds good. I wouldn’t miss it,” Jim said, shaking his friend’s hand one more time.

            And inside his head, Negaduck—sleepy and content—echoed his words. Yes, until next Halloween.

#ducktales 2017 #ducktales #fanfiction #jim starling #negaduck #halloween #ask response #emilou fanfiction

[faustianmuse]

Workplace Romance (Seungmin x fem!reader)

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!reader

Word count: 974

Genre: drabble, workplace romance

Summary: Seungmin, your introverted mathy coworker, confesses his love to you while fending off your office jerks. 

Warnings: None! This is a pretty sweet drabble for Seungmin.

Author’s Note: Quick romantic drabble for Seungmin -- I think I needed to vent and the stars aligned for this one haha. Hope y’all enjoy! 

Seungmin grinned at you from across the table at the work dinner, your colleagues’ jokes were getting crazier and crazier as the night went on. 

You saw his smile begin to fade as the man beside him mentioned your name. You barely caught it, but something about that bitch was definitely in there. You were used to this, but something about seeing your polite peer’s face fall made it hurt your heart more than usual.

You’d had a crush on your colleague Seungmin for a little while, but since you worked together you tried to avoid the feeling. He had practically ignored you, or so you thought, until one day he had brought you a coffee from downstairs, his lithe fingers brushing yours ever so slightly longer than would be appropriate. 

You hadn’t over-thought it at first, but when it became a pattern you definitely started to take it more seriously and anticipate your daily coffee from Seungmin every morning for the next 3 months. That was always where it ended however, until this evening.

Your nasty colleague continued, thinking she can boss everyone around, who is she? And you saw Seungmin’s jaw set with some ferocity. Worried that the situation would escalate, you decided to chime in.

“Come on guys, let’s keep it civil this evening,” you tried.

“There she goes again,” he said. “Thinking she’s the boss.”

“She is your boss!” shouted some drunken voices down the table. 

The silence was deafening and you felt everyone’s eyes on your face, waiting for your perfect response that would ignore the whole issue. A particular set of eyes, however, were making it impossible for you to feel ok. 

You felt yourself forced to meet Seungmin’s questioning eyes. They looked like they cared, really wanted to see how you were doing. And that was too much. You felt yourself getting emotional so you closed your eyes for a second, before smiling and saying, “If you all could give me a moment.”

You stood quickly and walked across the bar towards the bathroom, barely containing your tears. As you entered the hallway, you barely registered footsteps behind you.

“Are you ok?” Seungmin’s soft voice asked.

Not answering, you turned to look at him, registering his perfectly tailored suit that emphasized his princely stature. His dark hair was illuminated by the light from the restaurant, while the pearly edge to his skin stood out in the darkness. 

“I’m asking as your. . . friend, I guess,” he continued, smiling a bit at his own awkwardness.

Seungmin was a whiz at technology, but talking wasn’t really his forte. You knew this, and normally would fill the silence with artful phrases, but couldn’t stop your mind from repeating he didn’t want to say friend. 

You had to answer him, but you were scared your voice would shake so you just nodded as you caught your breath. “I’m fine, Seungmin.”

“You don’t need to take that from them, you know,” he said seriously, stepping towards you. 

You felt yourself want to step back as you held yourself still.

“It’s not that easy, Seungmin --”

Your breath caught in your throat as he took two easy steps towards you in the hallway -- his face inches from yours as he said, “I can’t stand to see an excellent person like you so disrespected. I--”

He cut himself off as he leaned his head away from yours, biting his lower lip in frustration. 

You were still taken aback by his proximity and the emotional outburst and before you could stop yourself you bluntly asked, “Do you like me, Seungmin?”

His eyes widened. He tried to collect himself by looking at his shoes as he took a deep breath in.

“I love you,” he answered. 

You felt the words resonate as your eyes met his, your heart echoing, he loves me. You felt your eyes tear slightly at the thought as your hand rose to meet his cheek, practically feeling his usually calm countenance quiver with emotion. 

A sharp sound cut you off in the hallway, “Last call!” cried the barkeep. Oh shoot, you still had to pay for company dinner. 

You bit your lip. “Wait for me? After they leave?” you asked him, still not moving your hand.

His hands found your free hand and enveloped them, allowing you both to feel the warmth. “Of course,” he answered. 

You ached to kiss him then, but you knew you had to hurry so you released his face as he released your hand, scurrying past him towards the restaurant before you stopped in the hallway and realized you’d forgotten the most important thing. 

Turning slightly over your shoulder, you quickly uttered , “I love you” before jumping out into the bright lights, grabbing the check and waving them all a fake friendly goodbye as you hoped they were all too drunk to remember the interaction tonight. 

You felt Seungmin standing beside you as the final two walked out the door, his shoulder meeting yours. You two stood there silently as the men left, and as the door closed behind them Seungmin grinned.

“Way to sneak that one in,” he said, beaming down at you.

“Shut up,” you answered, blushing. 

You both stood there silently observing each other for a moment before you said, “What’s next?” before you pulled him into a kiss, hands finding his smooth hair as his hands found your waist. 

“Let’s take this back to my place?” he said.

It would be all weekend before you went home again, and while you weren’t sure you’d be working at that company anymore, you knew Seungmin would be there for you, no matter where you were. 

#seungmin #skz seungmin #seungmin drabbles #seungmin imagines #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #seungmin x reader #stray kids au #skz au #workplace au

[teamconductors]

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Lost Tracks of Time, Derailed: Frenzy, Part 1

Summary: Right when Ingo and Sneasler were supposed to be Chained, a strange lightning struck Ingo and made him go into a frenzy! How will the rest of Team Conductors save him before he hurts someone or himself?

Author’s Note: Yep, “Part 1”. This story became too long to be contained to the equivalent of one chapter. Once again, I wrote a story for an AU that I am now sad isn’t canon to Lost Tracks. Oh well!

For the battle scene, I recommend you play your favorite version of the “Battle vs the Frenzied Nobles” theme for added fun. 

Also, this story contains spoilers for up to Chapter 17 of Lost Tracks of Time, so I recommend reading that first!

Thank you @furiouskettle!

(Shippers DNI)

In Veilstone Forest, Team Conductors were journeying to Heatran’s location when Sneasler took a moment to vent her frustrations about them going in circles regarding the Nobles’ chaining.

“Sneasler, thank you for being honest with us,” Ingo said. “I’m not sure how we’ll get to our distant destination, but we will find a path there.” He offered his hand to Sneasler as a gesture of gratitude. Emmet did the same as a gesture of trust. Sneasler took both hands in hers.

Meanwhile, Chandelure sensed an unusual aura within the vicinity, and Eelektross detected a strange charge in the air. Neither of them could warn their team about it until it was too late.

Despite the complete lack of clouds in the night sky, a bolt of lightning struck Ingo. Sneasler and Emmet found themselves on the ground several meters away from where they were. A dirt trail followed them, showing that they flew a fair distance.

“Eelektross, what was that?!” Sneasler asked as she sat up.

“Wha…? What makes you think I know?!” Eelektross said.

“Ingo?” Emmet asked. His smile almost completely lowered into a frown. He stared at Ingo with furrowed brows and absolute confusion.

Ingo still stood in the middle of the clearing. Char and black bolts marked the grass and dirt around him. His entire body glowed yellow. His fur stood on its ends, and his ear feather stood up instead of bending under his hat. His eyes glowed yellow like headlights. Ingo screamed. He clawed at his head like he tried to use Fury Swipes on himself.

“Hey, hey, stop that!” Sneasler ran and grabbed Ingo’s arm, making the Sneasel jump. “Chill the hell down! What’s going on in your head?!”

Ingo stared into Sneasler’s eyes and growled. He swiped her arm with his free hand. The surprise attack took Sneasler aback, and she inadvertently let go of Ingo.

Emmet was on the brink of tears. He took one pensive step after another toward his brother. “Ingo…? Ingo, what’s wrong?” He held his hand out as a protective measure. “I need to know for your safety.”

“Don’t get too close…!” Eelektross flew behind Emmet and picked him up by the scruff of his neck like Sneasler would.

Emmet turned and glared at Eelektross directly in his eye. “Let. Go.”

A shiver travelled down Eelektross’ spine. He dropped Emmet.

Ingo maintained a low, steady growl as he continued swiping his head. After some strikes that formed lacerations, he knocked his cap off. His hat landed in the dirt, then his attention turned to his coat. He began scratching and biting his sleeves and pulled at the collar.

“Ingo, your uniform must be in top condition.” Emmet’s voice fluctuated more than normal. He ran behind Ingo and yanked the coat off Ingo, but the damage was done. Several black scraps laid on the ground, and the coat’s threads struggled to maintain shape. Tears beginning to stream down Emmet’s face. “…Ingo, please tell us what’s wrong.”

Ingo had not stopped growling, and it shifted into a sharper snarl. A spiral of energy formed around his fist, and he jumped at Emmet. Emmet’s smile dropped as he held both arms up to shield the attack and closed his eyes in anticipation.

But the attack never came. Emmet opened his eyes and found that Sneasler stepped between them took the Drain Punch to her stomach.

“What the hell, Ingo?! That’s Emmet!” Sneasler said. She keeled over, surprised at how strong the attack was.

Ingo jumped back and stood on all fours. He growled as he shifted his gaze around at Sneasler, Eelektross, and Chandelure. Chandelure kept their arms withdrawn as they approached Ingo. They shook their head and presented their flames to Ingo, intending to make him sleep. Ingo completely ignored the flames and leaped to Iron Tail Chandelure in the face. Chandelure was knocked backwards and was on the verge of tears.

Ingo ran past them all and entered the thick of the forest. His arms were straight behind him as he ran, but they only caught a glimpse of his yellow Sneasel-shaped afterimage.

“What… the hell… just happened?” Sneasler asked.

“A lightning bolt came from nowhere and made Ingo lose his mind…?” Eelektross said.

Emmet covered his mouth with both hands and fell to his knees. “Ingo…” Ingo lost his mind. Why? Unlike the Nobles’ Chainings, where a clear perpetrator was working to some unknown goal, this lightning arrived from nowhere. In fact, he, Emmet, and Sneasler all occupied the same space, yet only his brother was changed. It was like the cosmos decided to make Ingo and only Ingo derail. Why?!

“Hey, Emmet.” Sneasler tapped on Emmet’s shoulder. When he turned to face her, she said, ”Don’t give up on him.”

Emmet’s eyes widened. “I am Emmet. I do not give up.” He observed the torn scraps from Ingo’s coat and began collecting them. No littering was allowed. Ingo should have known that.

Sneasler smiled. “Good.”

“Chandelure, do you know which way he’s gone…?” Eelektross asked.

Chandelure didn’t nod so much as turned their head up and down.

Eelektross read their flames. “W-What do you mean ‘his soul changed’…?”

Emmet froze mid-pickup of a scrap.

“…It’s that bad?” Eelektross gave a concerned look to Chandelure.

“Hold up. Chandelure, can you not track Ingo now?!” Sneasler was ready to pulverize with how infuriating everything was.

Chandelure saw Sneasler’s intense glare and violently shook their head. They pointed straight at the direction Ingo took off in.

Sneasler and Emmet both sighed in relief. “Then why did you mention it?!” Sneasler asked.

Chandelure shrugged. Everyone was confused about the lightning, so they had to mention that they saw Ingo’s soul get smothered by it, right?

Sneasler took Emmet and held him in one arm like a sack of potatoes. Chandelure led in front of them and flew in the direction of where they sensed Ingo. Eelektross followed behind all of them. Emmet still held the fabric scraps in his hands.

***

Indeed, the rest of Team Conductors followed Ingo through the forest and around the mountains. Ingo’s impossible speed slowed to one the team could keep up with, allowing them to track him from a safe distance. By the time the sun rose, they all reached the main entrance of a familiar dungeon.

Sneasler was still carrying Emmet in her arm. She squinted to see into the distance, but Ingo was a glowing target in the middle of a dark mountainscape and quickly realized his destination. They just visited it a couple days prior to check on one of the Nobles, after all. “Why is he going into Coronet Mountain?!” 

Ingo paused and stared at the entrance of the dungeon before running inside.

Sneasler slowed down her run until she stopped. Eelektross wheezed from flying so quickly. Chandelure flew in front of the dungeon entrance and waved their flames about. Emmet wiggled out of Sneasler’s arm and followed Chandelure.

“We have no time to rest! All stops must be brief!” Emmet said as he placed the coat scraps into his own. Next to him, Chandelure hopped in agreement.

“Both of you, shut up… I am not Arcanine, I can’t run for that long…!” Sneasler said.

“We’re gonna burn out at this rate…” Eelektross said.

“We’re going to lose him at this rate,” Emmet said. He pointed to Sneasler and the ground. “We need to depart now.”

“Fine, fine… All aboard and all that,” Sneasler said.

Chandelure and Emmet entered the dungeon, and Sneasler followed behind him. Eelektross shrugged as he followed behind them.

The first floor’s layout was typical for a mountainous cave setting, but once they speed walked through the first rooms, they found a sight that stopped them in their tracks.

“Oh, what in the almighty hell?” Sneasler said.

In front of Team Conductors were three pokemon – an Electivire, a Meganium, and a Granbull – fainted on the ground. Puddles of poison bubbled around them, and Electivire laid in one. They lacked badges or items that would identify them as a rescue team, which meant they were pokemon native to the dungeon. All three pokemon had scratch marks deep enough to make them bleed.

Emmet walked to them with arms and legs straight and swinging about. “I am Emmet. Did a glowing Sneasel stop by here?”

“Emmet, they fainted. They’re not gonna tell us shit,” Sneasler said. “But also, they’re bleeding? What the hell, Ingo??” She rummaged through her basket for berries.

“Can Sneasels produce pools of poison…?” Eelektross asked.

“No! Well, we shouldn't be able to, anyway.” Sneasler got three oran berries and placed one next to each of the knocked out pokemon. “I’m pretty sure a Sneasel that leaks poison would need a visit to a healer for some medical condition or something.”

“Can lightning cause a Sneasel make more poison…?” Eelektross asked.

“What is even happening anymore?” Sneasler sighed. “Not even Arceus can give me enough Strength for this!”

“We must reach Ingo before he runs out of fuel then. We have a path now,” Emmet said. “All aboard!”

“Path? What path?!” Sneasler said.

Emmet pointed to the pokemon on the ground. “The path of bodies.”

“I… don’t like that phrasing at all, but if he’s attacking everyone in his path, I guess that works?” Sneasler said.

Thus was the plan Team Conductors followed. One floor after another, they found fainted pokemon after fainted pokemon. Some were riddled with scratches, others twitched from poison, and others twitched from poison directly entering their bodies via their cuts. Pools of poison got scarcer as they climbed the floors, but poisoned pokemon laid in the pools they did find. They failed to find a single conscious pokemon – not that it was their goal to do so. Getting to Ingo came first.

The team had to pass through 48 floors before they encountered the first checkpoint. Like before, it was a short, empty cave with its entrance and exit facing opposites sides of each other.

Chandelure floated forward and faced directly at a wall to the right side of where the team entered. The wall lacked any sign of Ingo’s entrance, but that was due to the properties of mystery dungeons.

“He went to Electrode’s Seat…?” Eelektross asked.

“Nope. He went to mine.” She walked past Chandelure and stood sturdy in front of the wall. Spiral energy surrounded her fist, and with one Drain Punch to the center, she made the wall collapse.

“All aboard!” Emmet ran straight ahead through the new entrance. Eelektross and Chandelure followed closely behind.

Sneasler, however, could not join them yet. “Why?” she asked herself. Ingo the Sneasel was likely a reincarnation of Ingo the Warden. Him knowing how to get to her Seat wasn’t odd; she already told the twins how to get there. But why did Ingo go here?

After a moment, she physically shooed away her thoughts and joined her team.  

***

The new area was a rocky clearing surrounded by straight, rocky walls. The circular walls towered over everyone. Emmet caught himself from falling backwards trying to look at the top. The afternoon sun was visible in the sky above and shone like a spotlight into the cavern. Scratch marks lined the walls close to the floor.

Sneasler’s Seat stood at the side of the room. Ingo sat on top of the Seat, his back to the rest of the room.

“Ingo!” Emmet said. “I need your attention. We are not here to harm you.”

Ingo turned his head around to face the intruders. He saw the rest of the team and growled.

Sneasler noticed a familiar shine in his hands and gasped. “Where did you find that?!”

“Uh, what does he have…?” Eelektross asked with a raised eyebrow.

“The Warden bracelet! Where the hell did he get that?! Mom and I lost it ages ago!” Sneasler was truly losing her mind at this point.

“Ingo, we need you to return to our origin!” Emmet’s hands were shaking. “Please allow us to assist you… please.”

Ingo dropped the bracelet and jumped up to standing position. He made a roar that echoed around the room, and because it came from Ingo, Sneasler, Emmet, and Eelektross had to cover their ears (and equivalent, for Eelektross). He then Bulked Up.

“He’s going to battle us?” Emmet asked.

“No surprise there!” Sneasler said.

Emmet’s smile quivered. “Follow the rules and drive safely. We’re headed for victory. All aboard!” Despite reciting his usual spiel, he failed to put his heart into it.

From Ingo’s claws flowed poison. First it just coated his hand, but then the poison kept flowing. Within seconds, a violet stream poured down the Seat to cover the ground.

“Um.” Eelektross slowly backed up and away from Ingo.

“Yeah, this isn’t normal! There is NOTHING NORMAL ABOUT ANY OF THIS!!” Sneasler plucked Emmet off the ground before the poison contacted him. The poison lapped up to her ankles and soon covered the floor.

Ingo then sprinted at Emmet and Sneasler with Poison Claw. Sneasler barely had enough time raise Emmet high above her so that she took the attack at her stomach. Once again, it hurt more than she expected. She almost dropped Emmet from her recoiling, but Eelektross swooped from above to grab him. Chandelure was next to them for moral support.

“Sit this one out, Emmet,” Eelektross said.

“I refuse,” Emmet said.

“How do you plan on attacking then?”

“…I need to think.” Emmet closed his eyes. He was safe in Eelektross’ claws to think, but he certainly could not relax. An incessant scratching distracted him, and he had to see what was causing the noise. It was Ingo scaling the walls with an unnatural speed. Sneasler climbed as fast as possible to catch him. “That is verrrry strange.”

When Ingo reached the same height as Eelektross, he used Poison Jab and jumped off the mountainside toward Emmet. Eelektross had squeezed and tangled his own body to fit in the room and didn’t have the chance to stretch out vertically. Therefore, when Ingo launched himself with improbable power to strike Emmet, Eelektross simply had to turn his body to take the hit on his spine. The poison shot through his nervous system, making Eelektross fall from the air and nearly land in the poison vat. Chandelure used Psychic to catch him.  

“Thank you, old friend…” Eelektross said to Chandelure. Chandelure rose him back to his previous flying height and quietly allowed him to regain his Levitation ability.

But Ingo didn’t stop his attacks. He used Drain Punch and darted between walls, an attacking pattern more expected from a Skarmory, a Scizor, or any other flying pokemon armed with blades and not a Sneasel.

“Hey, guys? I can use some help here!” Sneasler tried mimicking his attacks to catch him, but Chandelure had to catch her when she could barely jump halfway across the room. Her heart stopped as the fall reminded her of the Distorted Floor she was trapped in for hours. It was at Coronet Mountain, too. Sneasler found herself on Eelektross’ back like he was a ride pokemon of old.

“I am ready,” Emmet said. When Ingo tried to use a flying Drain Punch again, Emmet used Ice Beam on the part of the wall where Ingo would land. Large ice crystals formed on the wall like spikes. Right before impact, Eelektross used Thunderbolt on Ingo, so the Sneasel took damage from both attacks at the same time.

Despite the large damage, though, Ingo still held onto the wall with his claws. He screeched again to make everyone flinch and jumped to use Drain Punch on Emmet. Once again, Eelektross contorted himself to block the attack, but he didn’t expect Ingo to dig his claws into his skin.

“I-Ingo, stop it!” Eelektross felt himself get flush again. He began twisting, turning, and thrashing about to throw Ingo off him. His grip on Emmet tightened, and the Sneasel got dizzy from his partner’s evasive maneuvers.

“Hey, I’m here, too!” Sneasler groaned. She held onto Eelektross’ back as the giant pokemon flew up while spiraling. Upon realizing that Ingo was close to reaching Eelektross’ head and Emmet, she crawled along his back as fast as she could. But Sneasler realized she wouldn’t be fast enough by just climbing and used Aerial Ace to slash him away.

Ingo flew into the wall. He quickly collected himself and began using Iron Tail repeatedly in Sneasler’s direction. Sneasler sidestepped swipe after swipe, but soon she found herself getting nicked by Ingo’s persistence.

“Eelektross, let me go,” Emmet said.

Because of how sincere the request was, Eelektross found his grip loosening. Emmet jumped out of his pokemon’s hand and climbed up to Eelektross’ back.  

When Ingo dash attacked, Emmet saw that he prepared a Drain Punch instead of an Iron Tail, letting him know he swapped targets. He held his arms out. Ingo jumped at Emmet. Emmet barely ducked under the Drain Punch, and he caught Ingo in a hug. The two Sneasels laid on Eelektross’ back

“Nice job predicting him,” Sneasler said as genuine applaud.

“Ingo and I are a two-car train. I will know what his strategy is,” Emmet said.

“U-Um, I-I can’t support this much weight…!” Eelektross slowly lost altitude as the joint pain and poison overtook his ability to fly.

With Emmet and Sneasler distracted, Ingo used Poison Jab at Emmet’s hip. Freed again, Ingo jumped to the wall right before Eelektross hit the poison vat with a splash. Though the pool wasn’t deep, Eelektross’ poisoned condition evolved to badly poisoned.

While Emmet tended to Eelektross to get him up again, Sneasler looked up. Ingo climbed along the walls toward Chandelure while preparing an Iron Tail. He leaped, and Chandelure held her arms in front of their face.

“Chandelure, do something!” Sneasler yelled from the ground.

Chandelure shook their head at first, but they saw Ingo flying toward them and stared into his eyes. The alien energy overtook Ingo’s warm gaze. They already knew how bad it was from witnessing his soul getting overshadowed, but to see up close the proof of how lost he was…

With a frown, Chandelure swung out their arms and blasted him with Psychic. The psychic attack completely destroyed Ingo’s momentum, and he fell to the bottom with a poisonous splash.

“Ingo?!” Emmet ran atop Eelektross’ tangled body to where Ingo landed. The team couldn’t see that Chandelure flew down with their flames whipping about in their meager attempt to express their guilt.

“He didn’t faint, he’s just tired,” Sneasler said as she caught up to Emmet. Indeed, she saw Ingo sitting upright in the poison while panting. “But now’s our chance!” She took out Ingo’s coat from her basket. She spread the coat out and, with one swoop, she tackled Ingo and wrapped him in his own coat.

“I got him!” Sneasler wrestled to get his arms behind him before using the sleeves to tie him up. When she finished, Ingo resorted to wriggling in Sneasler’s arms to escape his restraints. He also kicked his legs to try and loosen up the fabric. “Crap, this won’t hold him for long.”

Emmet swished off his coat. “Sneasler.” He walked up to her, folded coat in hand, and offered it to Sneasler. It hurt him to part with it, but Ingo’s safety came first.

“I like your thinking!” Sneasler unfurled the jacket and leaped on Ingo again. She tied the second coat around Ingo to reinforce his restraints.

Ingo tried to squirm out of his improved manacles but quickly gave up. He was a roll of fabric with only his head peeking out at one end.

“He is secure now!” Emmet said. Though he would normally be happy about the victory, Ingo’s state made him unable to relax for even a moment.

“Cool! …Now what?” Sneasler said.

“You don’t know?” Emmet asked. He glared at Sneasler and bore an angry smile.

“Obviously I don’t! Does it look like I know what the crap is happening?!” Sneasler waved her arms around while ranting. “I mean, look at him!” Sneasler pointed to Ingo, who hummed a low growl. “I don’t think I’ve seen something like this before!” Not even in her ancestors’ memories, she thought.

“Okay. Then who can we turn to for help?”

“Uh…” Sneasler grimaced. “As much as I hate to say it, I feel like the other Nobles might know something..."

"Celestica Town is our next stop then! All aboard!"

“Uh, that might be a little hard with him.” Sneasler pointed to Eelektross.

Eelektross had fainted from poison.

Emmet very nearly frowned. “Oh. Forgive me.” He stroked Eelektross’ body.

Chandelure used Psychic to light Eelektross into the air and hold him.

“I guess that works. Let’s go.” Sneasler picked up the Warden bracelet and turned to Ingo. “You. Behave.” She pointed at him with one claw. It was too close to his face, so he tried to bite it. She brought her hand away right before he bit down. “Hey. Stop it.”

Despite Sneasler’s usual demeanor with Ingo, though, she had to admit his current state was unsettling. Ingo the Sneasel would all but sacrifice himself to ensure everyone else’s safety, yet he thrashed about like a pokemon who spent too much time in a mystery dungeon. No, not even a pokemon who spent decades in a dungeon would act like this. He attacked her, Chandelure, Emmet and even made Eelektross faint. Why him? Why did it have to be him?

#pmd derailed #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon ingo #pokemon emmet #pokemon legends arceus spoilers #submas #pmd au #getting frenzied always seemed terrifying to me #i hope the horror comes across

[kimtaegis]

Just a vent

You know, I try to be positive, but I feel like I'm just lying to myself 😬 2024 and the first semester of 2025 are gonna be hard as fuck... Yeah, I know that they prepared contents and I know that Jin will be back in june and Hobi in october, but it's not the same. The remaining members ain't even left yet, but I already feel this big void in quieter days. It's like a part of my heart is missing and I'm just here

Next year I'll probably start college and I should think that this will distract me more, but I just know that it'll make me sadder, 'cause, besides many other reasons, I chose to do something that I don't want to, just because it's the "least worst option", not to mention that (and you'll probably relate to this) the academic world is not for me. I've been through this too much to know well that it's not for me

All my life has been like this, the brightest part has always been them, since the day I became a fan. Am I proud to say it? No, I know that life should be more than that, but it's what I have now, and they'll be gone🥲 I can't even imagine how much I'm gonna cry when their bangtan bomb comes... and this doesn't mean that I won't be waiting for them and that I'm unsure about 2025, it's not that, ofc I'll be here and I know that this is just a phase, but I'm more worried about the present, the future won't come tomorrow

first off, hug from me to you, darling 🫂🫂🫂 I wish I had something useful to say… maybe you can find some comfort in the fact that we all feel similar, in that you’re not alone. I won’t lie and say the coming months won’t be weird and tough, it’s always hard when something that’s been a part of your everyday life, that’s been a calming constant, suddenly isn’t there anymore, even just for a while. it’ll make you feel unsettled for sure, and missing someone is one of the most painful feelings we as humans have to endure, in my opinion… I can already relate to this void that you described, after yoongi left it’s gotten quite bad. and then on top there’s real life which is scary and can be very lonely and exhausting, I know exactly how you feel. again I wish I could help somehow, I can only tell you that I’m here and thinking of you, that time will pass either way and often faster than we anticipate, that we hopefully get some updates on weverse from them from time to time, that there will be content to distract us for a bit, etc etc. You can always come back to their music, to their videos and any other content, reminisce all the fun times. I hope that can bring you a little comfort at least, and a short escape from your worries. they’ll be back and it’ll be amazing, and everything’s going to be alright 🤍

#anon #annie’s mail #long post

[one-winged-dreams]

SAURON! 1, 2, and 6! @goldenworldsabound

WHOO, thank you Wendy

1) Last time we focused on imperfections. This time, tell us what the most perfect aspects of your FO are, and what would they say are your best features?

Sauron is, in Nialim's eyes, the picture of perfection. Some would even say as equal too, if not more than Melkor, but if you said that out loud the pain that would follow would be unspeakable. Everything he sets into motion is perfect, the wheels of his mind are inconceivable, etc etc.

Sauron is fond of Nialim's doting, devoted nature, and the lengths that he'll go to to please. There are basically no borders to his servitude, and he respects that kind of dedication.

2) Was your FO immediately receptive of your advances, or visa versa, or was that something that came with time?

They knew each other passively, but it wasn't until Melkor set them up in collusion of his servitude that they became closer. It was also a good cover for how Nialim was so enamored by someone (-cough-melkor-cough-) that it was clearly visible. The Valar were like "Oh, he's in love with Mairon" and he was pretty much happy with that assumption. More than he had anticipated. And so was Sauron. They pretty much fell into it at the same time, I guess. And god knows they fell INTO it.

6) Your FO is having an awful day and wants to throw it all in and just give up. It is your job to bring them around and help them believe in themselves again. How do you do it?

More than anything, Sauron craves order. One can imagine the lack thereof can be extremely frustrating. Nialim is well-practiced in quelling his malcontent, at least in a personal manner. He was especially attentive after Melkor was gone, going to near-unspeakable lengths to make sure Sauron's design went as smoothly as possible, for his part. And also to vent his personal frustrations sometimes sensual, other times... explicit.

#answers #endless forms most beautiful #wendy!

[natsbaby]

Life Before You

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: it’s one of your dates with Nat and she asked you about your childhood not realizing how similar you both actually are

Warning: angst, rather sad childhood, loneliness, emotionally absent family

A/N: just a short little vent fic cuz <//3 I will still post my Scarlett x Reader fic this week, so enjoy this little “treat”? HAHAHA hopefully you’ll enjoy this really short one, I’ll make it up to you guys in the next one! <33

“I’m sorry about the mess, I didn’t anticipate any visitors anytime soon” you shyly chuckle as you let Nat into your little apartment. “Make yourself at home, wine? water? juice even?”

You met Nat during a press conference for the Avengers’ image that was organized by Pepper. Luckily, your boss asked you to come in just to watch really as a reward for your current progress at work. He knew, after all, that you were a big fan so the stars aligned for the both of you.

After officially meeting at the green room and talking for a bit, Nat decided to ask you out to which you couldn’t help but say yes to. As a result, you both have been on a few dates lately, testing the waters of a possible relationship between you two. So far, a relationship would be within the horizon based on how smitten the two of you are to the other so it’s just the matter of time wether or not the ball drops for the better or for the worst.

Nat chuckles at your flustered state as she takes the chance to look around for a bit. “Wine would be great, and thanks for letting me stay for a bit. Didn’t want the date to end just yet”

“Ah yea no I feel you” you say from the kitchen as you grab a bottle of your favorite red wine and two wine glasses. “I’ve really enjoyed our dates Nat, truly”

“I’m glad you feel the same way” she quickly takes the wine bottle from you, pouring the wine into the glasses while you hold them out. After putting the bottle down, you hand her one of the glasses and sit down on the couch with her, facing each other on your sides. “To us”

“To us” you smile at the toast, clicking your glass against hers before taking a sip of your wine. The intimacy provided by the candles she lit up around your apartment giving a soft warm glow to your living room that could make anyone swoon.

After a few moments of comfortable silence between the both of you, Nat breaks it as she gently drapes her arm over your shoulders and pulling you closer to her making you giggle a little. “Can I ask you something?”

“Hmm sure if I could provide an answer” you say with a smile, taking a sip of your wine.

“I saw a photo of you and your family on your wall, can I know more about them?” You hum in thought at her question as you look behind the both of you at the mentioned picture frame.

“Oh that old thing” you mumble as you take another sip of your near emptying wine as Nat refills both of your drinks. “We’re nothing special honestly, just your average but small family”

“Are you busy? Can we play?” Your 7 year old self ask as you watch your siblings, who are hanging out in front of the television, continue to play their video games.

“As you can tell in the photo, I have two older siblings.. they’re both 10 and 15 years older than me” you reminisce as you gently swirl your wine. “They’re nice people, albeit have that older sibling bullying and all, but overall treated me good. Sadly, it didn’t really translate so well before I became 18”

“We’re playing a game right now, but you can watch on the couch if you want” the eldest says without looking away from the TV, laughing out loud as they win the round while the middle child shoves the eldest with a scowl on their face.

“You definitely cheated!” The youngest exclaims as they both start to rough house, laughing and having the time of their lives while you sit on the couch behind them with your stuffed bear in your arms. Not realizing the deep-seated feeling of loneliness starting to grow inside of you.

“They had each other growing up so they didn’t know how to fit me in their already established dynamic so I had to play by myself a lot” you explain as you finish the last bit of your wine, placing the glass down as Nat places hers as well. “Didn’t help that I was a lot more introverted as a child, so making friends as a whole wasn’t really my strong suit so in school and at home I didn’t have any playmates”

“Not even your parents?” She asks as she pulls you closer so you could cuddle with her on the couch.

“They try, but they were out of touch with playing with a child since its been a while since its been years then since they had my siblings” you smile softly as you start to tell another story.

“Daddy?” You ask softly as you gently open your father’s office door, peaking your head thru to see your father working on his computer. “Are you busy?”

“Y/N/N?” He asks as he looks over at you, swiveling his chair to the side so he could watch you come in with your stuffed bear in your arms. “What’s my little girl doing here?”

You open your arm for your father to place you on his lap. “I’m bored”

“You are?” He chuckles as he swivels his chair back so you could see what he was working on. “I’m a little busy but you can stay here while I work, is that fine?”

You hum in approval as your father goes back to work while you watch him with your little arms on his table and your chin resting on it.

“They never truly played with me, had to play by myself a lot since my siblings were in school by then and my father would work a lot so I only see everyone together on the weekends” Nat hums in thought as she gently traces shapes on your back as you place your head on her shoulder.

“Were you lonely?” She asks even though she has an idea what your answer would be.

“I guess you could say so yes, but it was something I was used to so I didn’t really process it as such till later on in life” you chuckle softly, pulling back slightly so you could look at Nat with a smile. “It was definitely hard, but they’re kind people, just emotionally detached so the concept of family love was kinda weird, maybe till now”

“Yea I get that” Nat mumbles softly as she remembers her own widow family. “But now? How are they?”

“The eldest has a family now, their poor daughter is being spoiled by me and the second eldest’s engaged with their fiancee so I think they’ll do well..” you trail off before quickly adding “hopefully” at the end of it making Nat chuckle.

“You know.. As cheesy as this sounds, but I don’t feel as lonely anymore” you state as you pull back from Nat’s arms completely so you could look at her properly.

“Really? How so?” Nat asks before realizing what just came out of her mouth, but a smile slowly grows on her face. The butterfly in her stomach flutters as you flash her a genuine smile on your face while you utter the next few words.

“Life before you has been gray, dark even, but I started to look forward to seeing you every week and I don’t feel as alone anymore.. so thank you Nat, for being you”

#natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagines #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanova x you #natalia romanova #natalia romanova x reader #yea idk if this is angsty enough for an angst tag #HAAHAHAHAHAHAHA