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drakenology · 3 years

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Vapors - Bakugo Katsuki

warnings!: use of drugs (weed), smut, a lil comedy, fluff (cause im a cancer and we love romance in this house.) swearing because bakugo, Bakugo aged up (cause we don’t fuck children ‘round here), and sex under the influence of drugs. i also sprinkled some daddy kink up in here so...

author’s note: THANK YOU GUYS SOOOO MUCH FOR 100 NOTES ON MY RECENT POSTS!!! I really appreciate all the love, it makes me so happy to see that you guys like my work. Remember I’m taking requests and asks so please don’t be shy! here’s yet another bakugo smut because.. well, i’m obsessed with this man ok?? AND we need more stoner Bakugo idc idc idc. enjoy!

summary: Bakugo is a stoner and you’ve been kind of a goody two shoes for most of your life until the night you smoked with your boyfriend for the first time.

It was a calm evening at home. You had just finished cleaning the home you shared with Bakugo as he helped by washing the dishes. You sigh, putting away the vacuum as you go and hop in the shower. You loved when he took days off of being a hero to spend some time with you at home. As you take your shower, you hear your boyfriend singing along to his favorite song; you smile as you hear him carelessly belt the notes off key. You loved his stupid ass so much. If you had ever told anyone he was a softie for you he’d probably kill you himself, but you still cherish the moments when he’s at his sweetest. You step out of the shower, drying yourself off as you dress yourself in a t-shirt and fleece pajama pants to keep warm and cozy. You walk out to the living room to a strong stench that completely caught you off guard. Bakugo was sitting on the couch, singing his song in his own little world; rolling a joint for him to smoke.

“Katsuki! I told you no smoking in the house!” You nag, walking over to him. He smirked up at you, continuing to roll. He was in a really good mood today. He spent the day smoking weed and fucking his hot girlfriend. Even if she was a little uptight, she was fucking gorgeous and she had a good heart. Though he really wished you’d loosen your corset a bit.

“Relax, shitty woman. I’m taking this outside. Just rollin’ up as all.” He said, concentrating on sealing his joint. He licked the seams of the paper, looking you in the eyes as he did so. He chuckled as he watched your face turn red.

“You’ve never smoked before, huh?” Kastuki asked you, raising a brow at you as you watched him carefully roll his joint. You sat next to him, folding your arms as you shake your head no. Katsuki smoked, not a lot but whenever he had time to himself and you knew that. You never had a problem with it, you just never smoked yourself.

“I’d never. I used to think weed was so bad for you. But you smoke it and you seem fine.” You admit, watching him hold a lighter over his joint to seal the edges.

“Did you wanna try it with me? If not that’s fine, I’m not pressuring you to do anything you don’t want to, princess.” He said, cupping your chin in his hand as he gave you a small peck on your nose. You smile and think briefly. Katsuki knows that you’ve always been a goody two shoes. Ever since you two were kids, you were always so afraid to get into trouble for anything. He remembers when you cried all the way through detention for bickering with him in middle school. It was your first and only detention. You were so hysterical, it was as if someone died. You were just always so sweet and innocent. You never cussed or got too angry and that’s what Katsuki loved about you. You were such a calming spirit. Even though he was the complete opposite, it worked as you balanced each other out.

“Okay. But just this one night.” You giggle, hopping up out of your seat. He stands up and walks to the balcony of your apartment, smacking your ass as you walk through the sliding door. You two were sat next to each other, watching the sun set over the clouds as he lights up the joint for you both to share.

“Now I just wanna warn you, please don’t feel like you gotta keep up with me. You can stop when you feel like you’ve had enough. Okay?” He said, taking a drag. You nod, watching him closely to see how to properly smoke a joint. It had to be a science right? He takes another slow drag and blew out the smoke, passing it to you so you can have a hit. You take it and hold it like a cigarette, making Katsuki laugh as he watched his goody goody smoke weed for the first time. You take a puff, one that was a little too big for you to start off and immediately you cough up the smoke. Katsuki pats your back as he handed you some water to help your throat.

“Idiot.” He shakes his head, laughing slightly. You lightly hit his chest, trying to take another drag.

“Just inhale. You’re overthinking it.” He said watching you slowly take a drag. Sure enough after following Bakugo’s instruction, you blow out the smoke. You felt your body instantly relax, your eyes hazy and low as you watch Katsuki smoke some more. God, he was so attractive. You’ve never sat and watched him smoke before, he’d always leave the room out of respect for you not liking the smoke in the house. But with the way your body feels right now, you think you’d been missing out for sure. You take in his form, he was slouched in his chair with his legs spread out as he smoked. You felt yourself blush as you watched him, in awe of his stature. He passed you the joint once more and you happily took another drag. You loved the high you were feeling, the stars in the sky twinkling much more pristine as then usual. You become a little giggly, your first time being high just seemed so hilarious.

“What’re you laughin’ at?” Bakugo says looking at you with hazy eyes, your laughter roaring through his ears.

“I-I’m sorry I just- AHAHAHAHA!” You burst, hunching over laughing at practically nothing. Being high was kinda fun. Bakugo laughs with you, putting out the joint when he was done.

“That’s enough for you, shitty woman.” He said standing up from his chair. You slowly stand up from your seat as you wobble a little, feeling your balance being thrown off by the influence of weed. He helps you inside, opening the door for you letting you walk in first. As a tradition, he smacks you ass as you walk through the door. You looked especially delicious when he was high, his pants feeling a little tight just looking at you. He plops down on the couch and turned on the T.V, flipping through Netflix as you walked into the kitchen.

“I’m fucking HUNGRY.” You blurt out, looking through the cabinets for something to snack on. Katsuki froze, unsure that he heard what he just heard.

“D-Did you just fucking cuss?” He asked, completely shocked. Never in his years of knowing you has he ever heard you utter a swear word. He tried to get you to at least say “Damn.” and that never worked.

“Oh shit... I did just cuss. Oh shit I just cussed again! FUCK!” You laugh, not being able to contain your foul language. It felt as if a huge burden had been lifted off your shoulders, finally loosening your metaphorical corset. Katsuki laughed.

“What’s gotten into you, huh?” He asked sarcastically, standing up from his seat on the couch. He walked towards you to see you stuffing you face with every snack from your pantry. You had a seriously bad case of the munchies, crunching away at some potato chips.

“We gotta go food shopping tomorrow. Ain’t shit in here to eat. UGH why does food taste so fucking good right now!?” You said, cussing with ease at this point. Bakugo inched closer to you shaking his head, snatching the bag of chips away from you as he started to eat them. You frown, grabbing some cookies instead.

“Gimme one.” Bakugo said, grabbing the cookie out of your mouth with his, taking a bite from it. You blush as you chew your own cookie, watching him look down at you. You never really realized how much taller Bakugo was compared to you. You took your hand and wiped some crumbs from the corner of his mouth, kissing him deeply as you pulled him closer to you. Katsuki kissed you back, picking you up and sitting you on the kitchen counter. The kiss under the influence felt amazing. It was like time froze while you kissed, your lips combined feeling like electricity as you melt into him. You feel yourself getting wetter by the second, immensely turned on by this man. You tug at the hem of his shirt for him to take it off, earning a chuckle from Katsuki.

“You’re horny as fuck right now, aren’t you?” He asked, leaning in to kiss your neck. “I can tell you’re probably soaked right now.” You moan as he left open mouth kisses down your neck, reaching under your shirt to grab and squeeze at your bare breasts. You feel absolutely blissful, your panties soaking at this point. Why did everything feel so fucking good right now?

“Kachan~” You whine, trying to grind against him as he licked and sucked on your neck, pinching your nipples lightly. You feel as if you’re about to cum just from him playing with your boobs and kissing your neck, your pussy pulsating as you grab onto him for dear life. All the pleasure was becoming so blinding you never wanted this feeling to go away. Katsuki lifts you up again to walk back into the living room with you in his arms, sitting on the couch with you on his lap.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He said, nibbling on your ear. You moan, grinding against his growing bulge, taking off your shirt to reveal your nude breasts to him.

“You, daddy.” You purr. Katsuki freezes a little, shocked by what you just called him. You were pretty vanilla so hearing you call him daddy turned him feral.

“Say it again.” He demanded, taking a nipple into his mouth. You moan, still grinding your pussy against the tent he was pitching in his pants, running your hands through his hair.

“I want you, daddyy. Please fuck me.” You whine, getting off his lap as he stood. Your obedience was turning him on so much he just had to have you, not caring where in the house he took you at this point. He slid off your pants and panties in one go, kneeling down to get a closer looks at your wetness.

“Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me, baby.” he hissed, kissing your inner thighs. “I would eat you out for being such a good girl but I need to be inside you. Now.” He said, standing up to take off his pants and his boxers, his thick length springing out as he pulled them down. You almost drool at the sight, spreading your legs and rubbing your pussy as you imagined his length stretching you out. You were never this sultry in the bedroom, always having Katsuki initiate. But tonight, you had a hunger you needed to be fulfilled.

“You’re so fucking sexy..” Katsuki moaned, pumping his dick a few times before grabbing your face to kiss you with tongue. He pulled away to grab you by your neck, the dominating look in his eyes making your pussy gush.

“Bend your sexy ass over.” He growled, letting you go as you obliged. He crouched behind you and gave your pussy a few taps with his dick before sliding inside your slick folds. You have never felt this good. Sex with Katsuki had always been amazing but tonight this was different. You moan sinfully as you felt him stretch you out, his thrusts progressing as he fucked you good.

“D-Daddyy.” You moan, gripping the arm of the couch for dear life. He smacks your ass a few times, quickening his pace as he grabbed you hair to pull it. You lean into the couch, one leg on the seat and one planted onto the floor, hardly being able to keep you stable as your legs shake. You feel your release come quicker than expected, you reaching back to rub your clit in harsh circles.

“You make me feel so good daddy. Fuck, I love you!” You scream, pushing your face into your hands as Katsuki continued the assault on your g-spot. You start clenching around him, the sound of your moans and skin slapping together filled the living room as Katsuki starts to sweat, a caramel scent filling your nose.

“So fucking sexy, baby. You gonna cum for me?” He asked, his hard thrusts causing you to see stars. Your moans are the only thing Katsuki can hear, unsatified as he pulled you up to him by your hair.

“I can’t hear you, baby.” He said, fucking you even harder, you not knowing that was even possible. You can hardly form a sentence, you responding with frantic yeses and moans and I love yous. He smirked, throwing you back onto the couch as he feels you clench around him once more. If he knew you were gonna be this frisky he would have gotten you high a long time ago.

“I’m gonna cum, daddy! I- oh!” You shriek, cumming around his dick to Katsuki’s delight. He smacks you ass hard as he helps you ride out your orgasm only to quicken his pace again, chasing his own release.

“Yeah.. ‘M gonna cum, baby. You ready?” He asked sweetly, kissing your back as he pounds you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, gasping for air to try and answer him.

“C-Cum inside me, daddy. Oh god yes!” You moan, biting your lip. He did just that, a strong grunt leaving his mouth as he slowed down his movements, his cum painting your womb white. You sigh, almost missing his dick inside you as he pulled out of you. He picked you up and carried you to your shared room.

“Can we smoke again later?” You ask innocently. He laughed and walked into the bathroom to start you both a bath.

“Sure baby.” He said, giving you a sweet kiss. He pulled out the joint you both hadn’t finished as he led you into the bath. He goes to light it before looking to you to see if it was okay to smoke in the bathroom.

“Fuck it.” You say, laughing as he lights up the joint for you to relax in your bath.

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dc41896 · 3 years

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Family Affair

Pairing: Ransom DrysdalexBlack Reader

⚠️: Harsh words from a very despicable family, fluff

“No, absolutely not.”

“Ransom come on-,”

“I said no and that’s my final answer,” he states attempting to return his attention to the newspaper in his hands until you pull it from his grasp. Standing in front of him with arms crossed, he sighs knowing you were far from letting the topic go.

“Ransom I’m not saying you have to give away the Beemer. I’m just saying we might want to look into getting a more family friendly car that a child can actually fit in comfortably.”

“What about your car? It’s fine.”

“You’re right it is. But poopie isn’t always going to be with me, which is why your car should also be safe for them.”

“You know, we’ve been going back and forth about this yet we haven’t even asked the person who’s gonna be riding in the car,” he replies scooting forward, gently grabbing your sides coming closer to your recently visible bump. “What do you say? You think daddy should retire the Beemer?”

Ear pressed against your stomach, you fail trying to hide your giggle as he pretends to listen to your unborn child.

“They said that they see nothing wrong with daddy’s car. Oh and they would rather you not call them poopie.”

“Fine Ransom, do whatever you want about the car,” you sigh giving back his crumpled paper before moving to step over his leg. You feel his grip tighten as you’re brought down to sit on his lap and his lips peck your neck.

“Alright alright, if it’ll make you like me again I’ll look into another car. I’m telling you now though, I’d walk everywhere before I buy a minivan.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” you laugh. “There is something else I want to talk to you about though.”

“Hmm?”

“...I think it’s time to tell your parents.”

His body tenses under you and jaw clenches as he now focuses on your stomach with thumb gliding back and forth over your belly button. Every time you brought up anything dealing with his family that tended to be his reaction, silence paired with an unspoken disdain as if you mentioned his worse enemy.

“Y/N you know how I feel about that.”

“I know but it’s their first grandchild-,”

“It could be their 10th grandchild and I still wouldn’t want them near us.”

“I just don’t want them feel like they missed out on anything and then get even more pissed.” Hands caressing his face, you kiss his lips before meeting his intense blue eyes.

“See how you’re thinking about their feelings? Actually being a decent human being who’s caring and beautiful inside and out? They’re nothing like that and exactly why I don’t want you, or our child, in the same room as them.”

“I get you’re looking out for us, but I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

“I’m not saying you can’t but Y/N, I’m telling you my family is not the kind where you can warm their cold hearts like some kids movie. I just hope you fully get that.”

“I’m not expecting them to join hands and break out in song like they’re straight out the sound of music. I just want them to know Ransom,” you answer.

He still didn’t want to do it, but he could see your point. The least you both could do was let them know so they couldn’t turn things back on you saying you hid their grandchild from them. Releasing a long breath through his nostrils, he lowers your hands kissing the inside of your wrists.

“Okay, we’ll tell them. But that’s all they need to know.”

“Okay, and you try not to worry,” you smile resting your forehead against his. “Everything’s gonna be fine.”

“For both of your sakes, I hope you’re right,” he responds rubbing your belly.

———

The entire car ride to his grandfather’s estate, Ransom was quiet staring straight ahead at the road. He was irritable the whole morning as he trudged back and forth throughout the house getting himself ready. This followed in the car where he simply turned on the radio not uttering a word and leaving you watching the autumn trees pass outside. You know it was all due to his nerves for what was to come and wished there was something you could say to instantly reassure him. Instead though, you simply took his free hand in yours kissing his knuckles.

It was a small gesture, but you wanted to show him you were there.

“Thank you,” he speaks just above a whisper gently squeezing your hand back before placing it on your thigh. Soon after, an older yet well kept looking house became closer in sight causing you to awe in its vintage beauty.

Really calling it a house wouldn’t do it justice. It was like a mini mansion with all the windows that lined the second level and reminded you of a small section of the hogwarts dormitories from the pointed rooftops.

“It’s not as great as it looks,” he says parking the car. “It creaks so loud you can probably hear it outside, gets drafty at night, and some of the furniture has that stale smell you can’t seem to get rid of no matter what you do to it.”

Guiding his chin to look at you, you lean closer capturing his lips with yours as his hand finds the back of your neck holding you close until both of you need to breathe.

“Try to relax, okay?” He nods with a soft smile letting you go so you both can make your way towards the front door.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. It was only supposed to be my parents and grandpa, not the whole family!” It wasn’t until now being halfway to the front steps that you both noticed the extra cars near the front of the house.

“You’d think they’d respect this one wish-,”

“Hey it’s okay. Yea we have more of an audience now, but we’ll be fine. Maybe somehow this’ll work out better for us?”

“Darling you really are too naive at times,” he sarcastically smiles.

“And you can be the biggest grouch I’ve ever met, but I still love you,” you reply mimicking his expression before kissing his cheek as he chuckles.

His arm barely extended enough to reach the knob before the door swung open revealing a middle aged man with white hair and a style similar to Ransom’s from the sweater under his open fleece jacket and jeans over deck shoes.

“Good thing you still look the same after a year or else we wouldn’t know you at all,” he states with arms crossed in front of him.

“Hello father, lovely to see you too.”

“Still as sarcastic as ever too. And who do we have here?”

“Oh I’m Y/N, nice to meet you Mr. Drysdale,” you sweetly smile holding out your hand which he shakes with an amused look painted on his face.

“So this is the special guest we’ve been waiting on,” he grins. “And please call me Richard.”

“Speaking of I thought we agreed it was only gonna be us. Why is the whole family here?”

“Walt came by to talk business with your grandfather so of course Donna and Jacob followed behind. Joni came when she found out everyone else was here because she didn’t want to be ‘left out’,” a lady not far behind Walt in age explains, heels clicking against the hardwood as she approaches the door in her mauve colored suit looking every bit as rich as you’d imagine someone to look. “Richard are you gonna let them in or keep them outside the entire time?”

“Oh sorry, come in,” he motions stepping aside letting the both of you enter.

Although a bit cluttered with the eccentric knickknacks collected by the family over time, it was still just as beautiful inside as it was out, if not more.

“So I’m guessing you’re here to tell me you’re playing house with my son?,” she asks taking a drink from her glass.

“Um well technically yes, but-,”

“Jesus let them sit down first Linda,” Richard shakes his head leading you to the couch as Ransom follows close behind. Of course being the stranger in the house all eyes were on you as you sat down. “So Y/N, what’s your poison?”

“I’ll actually just take water, thank you.”

“Joni, Walt, Donna, Jacob, this is Ransom’s guest Y/N, Y/N these are Ransom’s aunts, his uncle, and youngest cousin,” Linda points respectively before sitting in front of you with legs crossed.

“So what do we owe the pleasure of this little visit Ransom? Need more money from Harlan to do God knows what on some private island?,” Joni chuckles sipping from her wine glass.

“Actually my business here is with my parents which has nothing to do with neither of you leeches,” Ransom quips placing an arm around your shoulder.

“Oh very classy. Y/N I may not know you, but I’d really advise you to get out from under this one as soon as you can,” Walt replies sitting on the arm of his wife’s chair.

“No ‘may not’, you don’t know her, so what makes you think you’re in the position to give her advice of any kind?”

“Okay boys enough,” Linda interjects with a raised hand. “Ransom what’s going on?”

In perfect timing, Richard walks in setting your water down in front of you before sitting in the empty chair next to a waiting Linda who seemed like the type not liking to do so.

“Go ahead,” Ransom whispers in your ear giving a reassuring nod as you sit up a bit straighter with hands clasped in your lap.

“Well, Linda and Richard, we wanted to meet with you to let you know that you’re gonna be grandparents.”

Just staring at you unimpressed with your announcement, you feel your stomach sink disappointed in their lack of enthusiasm or any reaction really.

“Here we go again,” she lowly grins swallowing the last of her brown liquor. “Listen honey you seem like a nice girl, but do you know how many of that boy’s ex’s or random hookups have come here saying the same thing expecting a check from us?”

“Unlike all of those other girls, which it was only four, she’s serious,” Ransom adds.

“Four too many if you ask me,” Joni mumbles.

“Well no one did so why are you still here?!”

“Mrs. Drysdale-,”

“It’s Linda or Mrs. Thrombey-Drysdale dear,” she corrects refilling her glass.

“Linda I’m not here looking for some handout. I just wanted the both of you to know that Ransom and I are expecting so you’d be in their life.”

“How do you know it’s his?,” Richard asks causing both you and Ransom to turn your heads looking as if he’d cursed you using every word under the sun.

“Excuse me?”

“Like Linda said, you seem like a nice girl but we have to make sure we’re not just falling for the innocent farm girl routine here.”

“Plus with you kids now and your wild live free ways, it’s a valid question I’d say,” Donna states making your blood boil to levels you’d never experienced before.

“Yes Ransom is the father. Would you like me to tell you where and when we had sex too so you can add it up yourselves?”

“Hey no need to get an attitude with us,” Walt says trying to calm an apparently offended Donna. “As you know this is a prominent family with assets we’re just trying to protect. Plus think of our patriarch. Bringing all this drama to him in his old age and with his ailments might send the poor man to the hospital.”

“Look I understand, trust me I do. But Ransom is literally right here with me which should be proof enough everything I’m saying is true.”

“And it would be if we knew Ransom wasn’t money hungry and trying to make sure his inheritance was still intact,” Linda says peering over her cup.

“I started my own writing company with the money I had left getting NOTHING MORE from grandpa. I literally said screw my inheritance before I stormed out last year and never came back!,” Ransom yells becoming more frustrated as well.

“People’s minds can change,” Jacob quietly speaks making you scoff before standing up to walk out the room.

“Oh, and before I go,” you start, lifting your sweater just enough so everyone could see your bump. “It’s a real bump. No fake belly or anything if that was the next question.” You didn’t give anyone a chance to say anything more, not even Ransom to stop you from leaving, before you rushed out the room through the kitchen to wherever your feet would guide you.

“Couldn’t leave it alone could you?,” Ransom sighs.

“Well maybe we wouldn’t have to do all that if you would’ve kept it in your pants in the past!,” Linda shouts as Ransom just shakes his head.

“All that booze is really getting to your head,” he chuckles to himself standing to his feet. “Those other girls all came by themselves, wrote letters, or emails claiming those things. Not one did I sit there with them letting them spew lies because I KNEW THEY WERE LYING!”

“Well if this one’s so different, why has it taken a year for us to meet her?!”

“BECAUSE OF THIS!! This dysfunction I’ve had to deal with that I didn’t want to subject my wife or unborn child to!”

“Wife?,” everyone asks at the same time looking as if he’d just grown a second head.

“Yes, my wife. We got married six months ago.”

“Jesus, Ransom,” Richard groans running a hand over his face. “There was a prenup involved right?”

“She offered to sign one, but I said no. Because unlike your marriage, we can trust each other.” Pushing past his father, he follows your steps through the kitchen and eventually out to the enclosed veranda hearing your sniffles.

“I know. You’re here to tell me I told you so and how being a grouch isn’t a bad thing because it avoids your feelings getting hurt,” you softly speak looking down to your belly as your hands cradle the small protrusion.

“No,” he answers sitting beside you kissing your temple. “I just came to check on you.”

“I’ve calmed down, but I just want to go home and go to bed. Oh and you were right about this place being creaky.”

“I’ve told them these floors need to be replaced,” a deep voice announces startling the both of you. The elderly man slowly makes his way to the chair across from you sighing in content as he sits down. “So I hear a new member of the family will be joining us soon.”

“Yea, around May or June. Grandpa this Y/N, my wife. Y/N this is grandpa Harlan,” Ransom introduces as the two of you shake hands.

“Nice to meet you. I apologize for my children’s behavior, they can be-,”

“Rude and outright inconsiderate,” you interrupt quickly slapping your hand over your mouth realizing you just said that out loud. “I’m sorry, it slipped out.”

“It’s quite alright, and in fact true,” he chuckles. “Don’t worry about them though, if you both need anything at all just let me know.”

“That’s nice of you gramps, but this baby is our responsibility. We don’t need any assistance.”

“That’s very commendable of you two, but I don’t want that child going without anything he or she needs to save your ego. Just know I’ll personally be here to help any way I can.”

You could see why Ransom always wanted to be by his grandfathers side. He might’ve had his stern moments from the stories you heard, but overall he was caring and actually gave people chances rather than immediately dismissing them. It made you wonder what happened to the rest of the family for them to turn out so different.

“Thank you Harlan. We really appreciate everything, but especially you just being there for us,” you smile walking over to hug his shoulders making the old man chuckle being caught off guard by your affection.

“You’re very welcome. And you little one,” he directs toward your stomach, “yes you’re coming into a, well...complicated family, but you have the power to determine what reaction your name brings. Whenever you need to be reminded of that, your parents and I will be here.”

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ink-dreams-ffxiv · 3 years

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Prompt 7: Speculate

“Blast! Rivvie, help me” “Yes Miss,” said the thin Duskwight girl in response as she dashed from where she was cleaning smaller fish. Rivvie was a Brume Rat who had been at the volunteer station looking for work when Sahxa had arrived at sunrise. At first she wasn’t sure if Rivvie was a boy or a girl, the man’s cable knit sweater hung down to her knees, and though she had rolled the sleeves up, they still hung down over her hands. Sahxa had taken a cook's needle and string, rolled the sleeves until the cuffs were up to the girl’s armpits, ran a quick loop of string to hold it in place, then rolled what was left up to the girl’s elbows and did the same thing. Her canvas pants at least were lined with karakul fleece, and the boots on her feet were sturdy, if new to her. Sahxa had learned she was twelve winters old, and a very quick study.

Rivvie moved towards the head of the large sleek thick scaled silver fish, “the tail Rivvie, let me worry about the head, put yer gloves on, and hold it tight, she’s still warm, so she gonna wriggle” “Yes Miss.” Sahxa grinned, waiting for Rivvie to put on the thick leather gloves and grab the tail with it’s sawtooth bone spines. “Keep it away from yer face ‘kay?” she said, to which the girl nodded, focusing on the tail. Sahxa slipped her claws under the gill plate, then slid her hingan cleave deep into the feathery red tissue. The fish thrashed weakly, “bloody damn,” hissed the Miqo’te sliding her hand deeper into the cut so she could get a good hold. “She’s heavy, ready?” Sahxa used the moment waiting for Rivvie to nod to toss her cleaver to the tray of rinse water, before lifting and sliding her other arm under the head of the fish. The pair moved together well, the wriggling fish trying harder, but it had been in the bin too long, smothered by the layers of fish on top of it. The fat belly sagged like an over inflated balloon.

“Lean on the tail fer me,” Sahxa ordered, taking up her cleaver again, and sinking it deeply into the flesh just behind the gill she still had her hand shoved into. Once she felt the blade slice through the other side, she set it back in the rinse tray and grabbed the hatchet hanging from a thong at the corner of the butcher table. Moving around, bending the head from the body, she gave solid whack to the intact spine, severing it completely. The body of the fish stopped wriggling.

“Here, remember how I told ya”

“Yes Miss,” Rivvie replied, a smile on her lips and excitement in her eyes. She took the hatchet, laid the blunt side to her hand where it still held the tail, then rolled the hatchet up onto the blade as a measure, her tongue slipped out in concentration, Sahxa could see the focus in her eyes. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK WHACK! It was a messy cut, a boning cleaver would have done a better job, but this wasn’t the time or place to be worrying about it. The girl tossed the tail into the barrel that was already mostly full of mostly fish tails and fins, grinning at Sahxa as she handed the hatchet back to her.

“Okay, go get a chafing dish, a big one lass,” Sahxa indicated the length of the fat baloonish belly. Rivvie just turned and ran along the back of the stalls to where the head off the cook staff was over seeing things. Sahxa in the meantime, pulled her cleaver from the rinse tray, and began stropping the edge on the leather at her waist. When Rivvie returned with the large ornate serving tray, looking sheepish, Sahxa realized that was what the girl thought was the most wealth she probably ever held in her hands, little did she know though.

Sahxa ran her hand along the rubbery thick skinned belly of the fish until she located the opening she was looking for, “No Rivvie, this is where ya gotta be really careful, push yer finger in here,” the girl watched, then blinked as Sahxa’s finger vanished into the belly of the fish, then she made a disgusted face. “Isn’t that where the poo comes out?”

“Not on this one Rivvie, this one is different,” Sahxa replied with a grin, not sure if a talk about the birds and bees would be considered appropriate at this time. Resting the blade where she pressed out with a claw tip, Sahxa pushed the blade along the thick rubbery flesh, lightly scoring it, but not cutting all the way through, until she passed the end of the bulge, then she drew the blade back along the same line, slicing a little deeper. “This is gonna be heavy lass,” Sahxa added as the girl moved to place the tray against the edge of the work table. “Not like the other ones we did.” Rivvie nodded, and shifted the tray until her arms were under it, holding it tightly.

Sahxa slowly moved the rectangular blade back down the line she had scored, pressing out with the finger inside the fish at the same time, the skin and flesh under split in a slow controlled manner until she was about three fourths along the length of the belly, then a grayish white bladder spilled from the cut, sliding easily into the waiting tray. Rather than stop, Sahxa kept cutting until she passed the end of the belly, where she cut deep until the blade sliced through the cut end where the head had been attached. Rivvie pulled the tray away from the edge of the work table just before the intestines and viscera spilled from the cavity. Sahxa swiped through any membrane as the girl took the tray to her work table. The offal was pushed into the trough below the edge of the work table with the rest of the guts of the fish Sahxa had cleaned for the soup kitchen. Grabbing the head, as she put her knife back in the rinse tray, she carried it to Rivvie, who was rinsing her hands off and looking at Sahxa.

“Remember what we did with the small ones?”

“Yes Miss, cover the bag,”

“Egg Sac,”

“Uh? Wha?”

“It’s an egg sac Rivvie, that’s what it is, so practice calling it that.”

“Okay Miss, I uh, cover the egg sack with salt, then rub it down until it doesn’t feel slimy anymore. Then I put the egg sack in the rinse basin.”

Sahxa grinned, maybe later, she would ask the girl if she knew her letters, she could hear the ‘K’ on the end but it was okay, the girl was learning. “Right, while it’s in the rinse basin, take the dirty salty dish and dump it in the tail’s bucket, then take it to the pot cleaner. On yer way back, ask the potwatch for another chaffing dish, but ask em to weigh it and mark the weight on the tray, okay?”

Rivvie blinked at her in confusion, “We didn’t do that with the others”.

“Nope, this is a special case, we need to know how much the pan weighs, so we can figure out how much the eggs weigh.” Thankfully, Rivvie just nodded, and went to do as she was told. Sahxa took careful looks around. Most had written her off as was usual. Especially when she took out her hingan vegetable cleaver. They figured she was some kind of hack, even more so when she dug out her hatchet. But this job was about speed, not precision. Most of the meat was either being ground up for fish balls, or boiled in the huge stewpots dotting the stalls. Nothing was being cut up to be presented at the tables of the Lords and Ladies of Ishgard. This was food meant to fill the bellies of the workers rebuilding the damage.

The lantern lights were glowing brightly. Rivvie hung close to Sahxa as they made their way through the streets of Ishgard. The girl kept blushing and trying to hide in the thrift store coat Sahxa had gotten from one of the stalls inside the Firmament. She had also gotten the girl a couple more pairs of pants, some small cloths, under shirts, and a couple more of the cable knit sweaters.

“Relax Rivvie, the guards aren’t going to bother you. They already know I am one of the foreigner’s working the restoration, they just assume you’re either my apprentice or my ward, probably think you’re from Gridania and not the Brume.”

The girl blinked at her, “Why Gr..Grey-dneeah”

“They think all Miqo’te like me come from Gridania, and a Duskwight with me probably came from Gridania as well, since there are some there.”

“Oh, but, Miss?”

“Yes Rivvie?”

“Miss Sahxa? Why are we going to the Crozier?”

“Speculating lass, you will understand when we get there.”

The shop was quaint, and it’s wares were anything but cheap. The tall sharply dressed Elezen behind the counter scowled when the pair came through the door, until Sahxa took her hat off, her sunkissed ginger hair and dark tan a very distinguished marking in Ishgard.

“Ah, M’Lady Sahxa, it is a pleasure to see you!” His joy and enthusiasm was not faked, and Sahxa was pretty sure she knew why. He took in Rivvie’s appearance next to her with a curious look. “My apprentice Rivvie, Rivvie, this is Ser Marcelle DeCroix, this is his shop.” Sahxa grinned when Rivvie did her best to curtsy without a dress, and Marcelle raised an eyebrow as well. “Ahem, yes, welcome Miss Rivvie. Now I believe you wished to discuss payment?”

“Twenty five ponze of the finest caviar harvested fresh Marcelle, I know for a fact you had it within your shop no more than one bell from when I pulled it from the belly of the still living sturgeon.”

Marcelle smiled a merchant's smile, “yes, as you can see M’Lady Sahxa, word spread fast,” he nodded to a mostly empty cart to Sahxa’s left. The sign was marked 3000gil. Rivvie gasped and gapped when she looked at the small jars. “Let’s not quibble shall we?” Marcelle began. Sahxa grinned, and took one of the jars from the cart. “Come Rivvie, it’s time you got a chance to taste your hard work.”

#FFXIV Write 2021 #Sahxa Relanah #Fishercatte #Prompt 7 Speculate

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lewishamil10n · 4 years

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dean apologizing for telling sam it should be him who's dead instead of Charlie? 👀 that's never sat right with me even though I know he had the mark

ANON I FEEL YOU, I HATE THAT MOMENT SO FUCKING MUCH AND I’M SO MAD WE NEVER GOT CLOSURE.

notes: set during season 11

There was this girl, and her house was haunted, and it was supposed to be really straightforward. Dead parents, unfinished business, cremated but attached to their portrait in the living-room. They were just supposed to roll in, set things on fire, get rid of the ghosts, and leave. They’d done tougher cases in less time.

Well, they did their research, and they figured out that it was that stupid ugly portrait tying her parents there, and they got rid of it, all in good time.

It was just not enough. She died anyway, thrown into a wall by pissed off spirits, her head hitting it with a sickening crunch, and Dean knew, he knew, he didn’t even have to go over and check her pulse. She was gone, just like that.

Her short hair was bright red in the light from the burning painting, and he’d stared at it, bile rising in his throat. Red hair, redder blood, and she was so still, and they’d failed. They’d failed so badly.

And then Sam turned, and then he went still, dropping his lighter, and he said, “What happened?” and Dean shook his head, unable to speak, unable to do anything as Sam crossed the room and knelt next to her, fingers on her carotid, and when Sam froze Dean knew he should say something, anything, but his throat refused to cooperate.

They cleaned up the blood on her head without saying a word to each other. They left her in her flannel shirt and her faded blue jeans, and wrapped her in a white sheet Dean found in her linen closet. Salting and burning her was easy in a way Dean wasn’t surprised about; they’d done it once already.

This time, Sam remained quiet.

They leave town as soon as they’re showered. They don’t even stop for dinner. Dean doesn’t think either of them have much of an appetite right now. He drives in silence, not even turning the radio on, and very deliberately does not look over at Sam.

They find three motels and no vacancies. A night at the Impala Inn it is. Dean finds a place to park and grabs pillows and fleece blankets from the trunk while Sam moves to the backseat. Neither of them say a word as Dean gets into the front and locks the doors. He lies down, getting as comfortable as he can in the front seat, and tries his best to get some sleep.

It’s no use, though. He can’t stop seeing the dead girl, and he can’t stop seeing Charlie’s body in the bathtub, and he can’t stop seeing funeral pyres. And he can hear Sam in the backseat, breathing deep and yet shaky, somehow, and he risks a peek. Sam’s asleep, uncomfortably so, and Dean should wake him up, make sure he’s all right, but he doesn’t know what to say.

Sam had vomited when he’d seen Charlie’s body. He’d been shaky and pale all throughout the painful process of cleaning her body and building her pyre. And he’d been just as quiet as he is now, except for when he’d tried to speak, and Dean, not knowing how to express his grief as anything other than ancient-curse-fueled rage, had shut him up.

I think it should be you up there, not her, he’d said.

At the time, it had felt right. It had felt good, even. It had made Sam look on the outside the way Dean felt on the inside, and it felt vindicating, righteous. Why shouldn’t Sam suffer? he’d thought. It was, after all, his fault. He’d gotten her mixed up in this, he’d gotten her involved, and then she’d died, and he’d done it all for what?

To save Dean.

He’d done it all to save Dean, even when Dean hadn’t wanted to be saved, and at the time Dean had wanted nothing more than to see him hurt. To see him in pain, aching because of it.

But now when he thinks of Charlie, he knows that she would never have backed down. If she’d known there was something she could do to save Dean, she’d have done it. She did do it. She paid with her life and Dean will never not miss her but he knows that she did it because she loved them, she loved him, and she couldn’t not do something.

And he knows Sam, and he knows that Sam would have never willingly done something that would have endangered her. He knows Sam would have done his level best to make sure that she was as safe as she could be, and for the life of him he can’t figure out exactly where it all went wrong. Something happened between Charlie agreeing to help, and Charlie being murdered, and he doesn’t know what it is.

Sam gasps awake in the backseat. For a moment Dean hears labored breathing, and then a shaky inhale, and then Sam lies back down, and there’s a wet sort of sound to his breath.

Dean’s voice is hoarse from disuse when he speaks. “Hey, you all right?”

Sam clears his throat. “Fine,” he says, not sounding it at all. “I’m fine.”

“Sure?”

“Yeah.”

“‘Kay.” It’s a lie. He knows what Sam sounds like when he’s just woken up from a nightmare.

Silence, for a few minutes. It doesn’t look like Sam’s going back to sleep any time soon, but he doesn’t speak either.

“Hey, Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“What happened?”

A pause. “I don’t know.” Sam sounds so tired. “I salted the painting, and--”

“Not talking about that,” Dean interrupts. Should’ve been clearer. “I meant with Charlie. Why’d she go to that motel in the first place?”

Another silence. So loud it bears down on Dean, expanding inside the Impala and taking up air. Then, again, “I don’t know.” A few seconds. “Cas said she wanted to leave because -- because Rowena wouldn’t let her work.”

“And he let her?” Dean asks.

“I don’t know.” Third time. “I think Cas tried to separate them, but -- she’d already left.”

There’s a robotic quality to Sam’s voice, like he’s disconnected, somehow. Flipped a switch so he can talk about it like it happened to someone else. Like it wasn’t him who’d nearly chopped his fingers off building the pyre because his hands were shaking so much.

“You were right,” Sam says quietly. “It should have been me.”

Dean can’t breathe.

“She didn’t deserve--”

“And you do?” Dean’s voice is tight, controlled. If he lets go he thinks he might roar.

“Yes,” Sam says after a few moments.

“Why--”

“She’s dead because of me. You were right.”

He sounds like he’s not even there, like whatever’s speaking isn’t him, isn’t a part of him that’s living and breathing and existing next to Dean.

“Stop saying that,” says Dean, and Sam falls silent.

But it’s true hangs unspoken in the Impala.

“It’s not true,” Dean says out loud, both to Sam and himself. “I was wrong, Sam. I was angry, and I was grieving, and I was wrong.”

Sam remains quiet. He’s breathing shaky again, and Dean wants to be able to see him, but he’s too afraid to look.

“You asked me if it was the Mark speaking, or me,” Dean goes on. “And I said it didn’t matter, and I was wrong about that too. It matters. It wasn’t me, Sam.”

“Why are you telling me this now?” Sam asks, voice so soft Dean can barely hear it. And he sounds so brittle, so damn breakable, and -- to hell with it, thinks Dean, and sits up.

Sam’s half-sitting, half-lying in the backseat, head leaning against the cool leather of the seat. He looks pale in the moonlight coming in through the window, and though his eyes are dry, his nose is red, and Dean can see the fine tremors in his fingers where they’re tangled in his blanket.

“Because you’ve gotta know,” Dean tells him, over the sound of his own heart beating loudly in his chest. “Because you’re my little brother, Sammy, and it’s not your fault, and you don’t deserve to be in her place. Sam...” He takes a deep breath. “Sammy, I’m sorry.”

Sam closes his eyes, turning his face into the seat and away from Dean. “It doesn’t matter,” he whispers after a few moments, voice shaking as hard as his hands. “’Cause she’s gone anyway, and if I hadn’t--”

“It matters,” Dean repeats. “Sammy, look at me, man. It matters. I never should’ve said all that crap to you. Never would’ve, in my right mind, but I know that’s no excuse. I said it anyway, and it was wrong of me. Last thing I want is you gone, man.”

Sam looks up at that, blinking. “Dean--”

“Come on,” Dean says with a humorless little laugh. He reaches out and tugs lightly at Sam’s hair. “I killed Death for you, man. Just ‘cause he said I was supposed to kill you. And you got rid of the Mark, didn’t you?” He turns his arm so that Sam can see the clear skin on his forearm, the reminder that he got it right, that he saved not just Dean’s life but his soul, too.

“Sam, I fought Death for you,” Dean says, keeping his hand on Sam’s shoulder. It’s uncomfortable, hanging over the seat like this, but he doesn’t give a crap right now. “I fought the Mark for you. You got me through this, man, you’re the reason I’m even here right now. You kept me human, Sammy. You brought me back when I lost my way, and damn, but I’d lost it bad.”

“I just--” Sam stops, and clears his throat. “I had to bring you back,” he says. “‘Cause I don’t wanna go on without you, Dean. I can’t. And I know I messed up, but--”

“But you got me,” Dean says, and smiles. It feels real in a way nothing’s felt since that girl died. “But you got me, Sammy, and I’m not goin’ anywhere now. To hell with the Darkness, Sam. Girl’s fighting a losing battle, ‘cause no way am I leaving you, man. I never coulda chosen anyone over you, and I’m not about to start now.”

Sam gives him a small smile at that. “Me too,” he says softly. “Me too, Dean.”

Dean grins at him, ruffling his hair before folding both arms on the back of the frontseat and resting his chin on them. “We good?” he asks after a moment.

“Yeah,” Sam replies. “We’re good, Dean.”

“And look,” Dean says, after a second. “You gotta call me out on my crap, man. Next time just tell me to shut the fuck up.”

Sam laughs. “Yeah, okay,” he says. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good,” says Dean. Sam’s smiling at him, bright and relieved, and there are dimples, and he feels like he can breathe again. “Get some rest now, man. It’s been a long day.”

“Yeah,” says Sam, moving around until he’s comfortable. “You too, Dean. You’ve gotta be tired.”

“Eh, I’m fine,” dismisses Dean. He waits till Sam settles, and then says, “Goodnight, Sammy.”

“‘Night, Dean,” Sam answers, smile turning into a yawn.

Dean grins at him before finally settling down in the front seat, lying down with his legs bent. “’Kay, chick-flick moment’s over, and you’re getting me breakfast in the morning.”

“Shut the fuck up, Dean.”

“Bitch, I didn’t mean now.”

He can’t see it, but he knows Sam’s grinning just from the tone of his voice when he says, “I don’t care, you gave me a pass.”

“So I did,” says Dean, sighing in mock defeat. “Okay, go to sleep now, man.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

They’ll be all right, thinks Dean as he closes his eyes. They always are.

He’s asleep within seconds.

#sam winchester #dean winchester #supernatural #10x22 the prisoner #samdean #my writing #asks #i hope i did it justice anon!#Anonymous

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theangrypokemaniac · 4 years

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Bloody hell, love. Step back a bit.

No one wants to see them crow's feet and smell the booze breeze.

A Snow Day for Searching! reveals Goh has family in Vermilion, yet he chooses to live at Cerise Lab, suggesting a distant relationship.

Indeed, upon arrival Gohnan presents him with a dinner, which she has to inform him is favourite, meaning it isn't.

Aged P. wears clothes too young for her, embarrassing the family by entering karaoke competitions.

No doubt she's the type to boast of 'growing old disgracefully' and spending her children's inheritance.

Oh-oh: Boomer.

Gohnan is also Judi Dench.

Dame Judith!

Fun Fact: when T.A.P. was very young, I opened a magazine to find a close-up of a spider's face, and it looked like Judi Dench.

Thereafter I have always found her sinister, as the above image proves why.

Now here's the coolest cats in town, what with her fleece and his V-necked, grey cardigan.

Gohma and Gohda are useless like most families in this show have always been, but nowadays we have to pretend otherwise.

Hooray! One pair of gloves between us! See the love and appreciation!

But I like that Quango gives them hints of the deep resentment curdling within his blackened soul.

These two are the sort of middle-class self-obsessives who think one hour a week of 'quality time' (i.e. endless fawning praise and gift-giving) makes up for the aching, endless silence of their absence.

Indigo was left alone to become isolated a weird because Gohma and Gohda decided their careers were more important.

In the good old days they just used to die or bugger off, but now that's too extreme.

Now we've got to put up with their lumpen presence, and pretend they aren't neglectful when they are.

Chloë's mater and pater are brother and sister, and Tango's dump him the moment work intervenes.

Oh but it was a hospital, man! Sick kiddies! Sick kiddies on the Ennay Chess!

Did you hear me? SICK KIDDIES!!!

Yeah, yeah, so Bongo has to feel guilty and accept it's right he always comes last.

But it must be a really thrilling job Gohda does.

You think so?

Is he one of the last survivors of the mighty Saiyan race, constantly called away to defend us from alien conquest, like Ash's dad?

No.

Is he a billionaire peer of the realm from a previous time period, always ready to serve the King and lead troops to battle, like James's dad?

No.

Is he an alcoholic, but nevertheless potent, guilt-ridden tramp, like Brock's dad?

No.

It's gotta be something to do with Pokémon. Is he a fireman or lifeboat volunteer, using Water types to save countless lives?

No.

Well don't keep me suspense. Spill the beans.

Gohda works in I.T.

And 'er an' all.

...

So it's come to that.

I.T. That was the best idea the writers could muster. Bloody brainless, arse-numbing, dweebish I.T.

I can see it now: big belly laughs a minute we'll be getting.

The hours must just fly by at their house.

#Pokémon #Gohnan #Gohda #Gohma #Goh #Halta #Walker #Camille #A Snow Day for Searching!#Galar

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Dragon Dancer IV: Monsters of the Ice Cellar

I watched through the porthole of my cabin as the bright lights of Tokyo faded into the distance. The other rooms had descended into silence. I was exhausted, but felt strongly that someone should keep watch tonight.

I tucked my baby daughter into the small clothes bureau, leaving it cracked open for ventilation. Once I was sure she would stay asleep, I took Spider Fang and Tongzi and walked out.

I opened the door to a darkened hallway and looked right and left. There was no sound. I made my way down the corridor, following the route I had memorized, until I reached the metal stairs leading up to the deck. It was so nice, smelling the sea air as it washed away the stench of garbage and rust.

Empty shipping containers were stacked on one side of the ship. It was a tight squeeze between them, but my body was small and I pushed my way in as far as I could manage while still having a good view of the outside. Then I settled in for the night. I saw two men come up from below deck and walk around the captain’s bridge towards the front of the vessel, but otherwise no one moved.

I yawned and rested my head against the container. I heard the sound of buoy bells clanging in the distance but other than that there was only the rumble of the engine and the sound of the ocean lapping against the hull. The wind was picking up and the waves were getting increasingly rough. The rush of water and the rock of the boat made my eyes heavy.

I startled awake and rubbed my eyes. I fell asleep so quickly! I wanted to stay up and watch but I wasn’t the best at it. A dense fog had settled over the ocean and I could no longer see the ocean waves around us.

I blinked. Someone was coming up from below deck?

The man stopped and looked around briefly, then checked his watch. He looked up.

I lifted my head at this suspicious behavior and grabbed my swords. He strolled toward the back of the ship, closer to me, but hadn’t noticed me. I carefully slid closer to the mouth of the gap I’d squeezed myself in to watch him.

He was heading to one of the life boats. There were six orange fiberglass vessels hung on pylons on the side of the ship. I saw him pull out the manual and began to read.

I slipped out of the hiding spot and moved silently to intercept. As he reached over to operate the wench that would lower the boat into the sea, I drew Tongzi and pressed it against his back.

He tensed up and reached for a weapon.

I pressed the blade harder, piercing his clothes. “Don’t even think about it. Who are you? Where do you think you’re going?”

“Carli?”

“Mingfei?!”

Mingfei turned and looked at me. His eyes wide.

“What are you doing here?!” We both asked at once.

“I’m keeping watch! Why are you taking a life boat?” I asked, my voice shrill with confusion.

“Shhh..” He said, looking nervously towards the bridge.

“Don’t shush me!” I said in a harsh whisper. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I...” I watched his eyes shift as he tried to think of some way to explain.

“Are you leaving us?! Why? Does Nono know about this?!” I asked him.

“No. She doesn’t. Look. I need to find out what I am. I have to go alone.”

I squinted in growing confusion. “What?! Why? Mingfei, I understand you have questions but that doesn’t explain...”

“I got in contact with my father. At the bookstore.” He said.

The pain in his eyes only confused me further. “Your father? How do you know he was really your father?”

“Because he knew things only my father would know. The silly things we used to say when I was really young. My first childhood friend. The kids in our neighborhood. He knew it all.” He cleared his throat and swallowed. “It’s really him.”

I shook my head in denial. “No... No, Mingfei this is a trap. Why would your father call you at a bookstore, now of all times...? Mingfei, he abandoned you to Cassell. All this time has passed and he never called you once. Never!”

Mingfei lowered his head and sighed. “Look, I’ve gotta go...”

I grabbed his arm and yanked as hard as I could to get him away from the life boat, snarling through my teeth. “No, you do NOT. You listen! Listen!” I fought to keep eye contact with him. “That man... doesn’t care about you. He’s made that clear. He works for Cassell. Just like he has every day since you were a child!”

“I know... but...”

“Mingfei, you’re not this stupid. You’re not this stupid!” I raised my hands up and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me. “They’re going to lock you up. Bare. Minimum. And all of this is going to be for nothing!”

Tears ran down my cheeks as I looked into his eyes and just saw sad resignation. Did he know it was a trap and wanted to go anyway?

His hands circled my wrists, bringing my arms back to my side.

“You.. can’t...” I whimpered.

“This doesn’t concern you.”

“This doesn’t concern me?” I laughed a little between quiet sobs. “What? Mingfei you’ve all I’ve got! You’re all I’ve got...”

I steeled myself, forcing the tears away. “I’m not going to let you go. You’re not being rational. Is this a death wish? Like Chisei? Are you okay with dying?”

“I could be a dragon king, Carli.” He whispered.

“So what?!” I hissed. “The idea that Dragon Kings are inherently anti-humanity is what Cassell tells us!” I licked my lips leaning closer to him. “Here’s what I believe... I believe you have the Dark King in you. You’re higher than every other Dragon King. Could that make you more dangerous? Sure! But it also means you have ultimate control over what happens in the dragon war!”

I looked into his eyes, willing him to understand. “Mingfei... you can change it... but you have to live.”

Mingfei’s head suddenly lifted and he looked around.

I looked around too. “What is it?”

“We’ve stopped.”

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Sure enough, the ship engines were completely silent. I looked left and right, but no one was on deck. I got butterflies in my stomach. Mingfei walked around to the front of the ship. I looked into the windows of the bridge. There was no one inside.

“Do you smell that?”

I took a sniff. “Gasoline?”

Mingfei walked over to the edge of the ship and looked down over the side. I stood and waited, keeping an eye out for anything else that might happen. He returned, his expression grim. “The water is full of fuel. And the anchor has dropped.”

“Oh god...” I whispered. “Are those the only life boats?”

Mingfei nodded over my shoulder and I turned to look. On the other side of the deck there were similar pylons to the ones the other boats were attached to, only these pylons had no boats attached. “I think Mr. Aliyev doesn’t care about his family as much as Crow thinks he does.”

I stomped my foot in frustration. “I knew it! I knew this would happen! And it still happened!”

“You can get us out of here right?” Lu Mingfei asked.

“Yes! I just have to wake Nono and Zihang!” I turned and ran back around towards the staircase.

As I came around the building of the bridge, I skidded to a halt. Someone was climbing up the stairs! He looked like a man in a rubber diving suit!

“Enemy!” I shouted summoning a spear of light into my hand.

The intruder dove to the ground and the spear over shot him. He crawled on his hands, low like a crocodile, his golden eyes staring into mine. He transformed into a massive snake before my eyes.

“Look out!” Mingfei pushed me aside and I felt a sharp pain in my ear. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling hot blood on the side of my face. When I opened them again, Mingfei was wrestling with the serpent who was now a man again. He locked him into a strangle hold, cutting off circulation to his brain. In seconds, the man was out cold.

I stood stunned as Mingfei let the man drop. “Are you alright?” He walked up to me. “Let me see it.”

He pulled my hand away. “It’s alright. It’s not deep and doesn’t seem to be poisoned.” He turned to look at our attacker.

“An assassin?” I asked.

“Probably. The way he moves is weird.”

“He turned into a snake.” I said.

Mingfei shook his head. “No, it’s a soul skill, Snare of Affliction. It causes you to see visions when you look into his eyes.”

“I’ve never heard of it.” I continued to put pressure on the side of my head.

“It’s a high level skill of the Light King descendants.” Mingfei walked back over to the fallen diver and kicked him over. “It’s been only recently discovered.”

“He’s from Hydra?”

Mingfei picked the man up. “Let’s go.”

We made our way back downstairs.

The hall was now filled with a strange blue mist. It seemed like the place should have been a sauna, but the mist was cold! As I approached the cabins, I could hear Ru’Yi crying!

I whimpered deep in my throat and opened the door, rushing to the chest of drawers where I had hidden her. “Shhh... shsh sh...” I wrapped her in her fleece blanket and put a hat on her head for extra warmth.

I settled her on my back, wrapping her tight to me. I couldn’t dare leave her in the room alone. Not with assassins about.

“Zihang? Nono!” Mingfei called.

I stepped out of the room.

Mingfei came out of Nono’s room, still dragging the body of the man in the divers suit. “They’re not here and there’s signs of a struggle. We have to find them!”

I followed him down the foggy hall. As soon as he was any distance away, he disappeared in the cold mist. I only knew where he was by the sound of his breath and his footsteps on the metal floor.

“Where is this mist coming from!” My clothes were wet and stuck to me. Ru’Yi started mewling again.

The sound of gun shots rang out from below us!

Mingfei broke into a run.

As we descended lower in the bowels of the ship, the hall became more and more cluttered. I had to be careful not to trip over boxes and crates full of random items like food, clothing, and a bootleg dvds.

I nearly ran into Mingfei’s back. Ahead of us, a heavy door was shut. He glanced back at me and I nodded, backing away further into the hall and drawing Tongzi.

Behind the door, I heard a strange chanting, like a chorus of voices all saying the same words, but slightly out of sync with each other, like a resounding prayer. It was a singing so beautiful that my heart lifted and instinctively, I looked to Mingfei with admiring eyes as he lowered the unconscious diver to the ground.

It was the Soul Skill Imperium, the Royal Speech of the Dark King. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard. Tears sprang to my eyes. I wanted to sing along but my throat closed. I was carried away by the magnificence of this ancient voice in my mind.

But who was singing? I opened my eyes again expecting somehow to see Mingfei singing to me, but it wasn’t Mingfei. “Nono! Zihang!” He was pulling open the heavy freezer door.

He stopped, silent. Then he pulled a pistol from behind his back. He was immediately surrounded by more of these men in diving suits. They were all chanting the Dark King’s song!

Outraged at their sacrilege, I pulled out a light spear from my hand.

Mingfei raised the gun and fired, point blank, at one of the divers. I startled my light spear vanishing. Even with a Frigga bullet, a point blank shot in the face would cause devastating injury! But this was no Frigga bullet. The man’s skull seemed to explode, his neck rocking back at an impossible angle, like his spine had snapped in two.

But Mingfei wasn’t done. He fired again and again, following the man as he stumbled backwards, yet somehow remained upright. He lowered the pistol and shot him in the chest. Lower still, again, in the kidneys.

The man bent all the way back as though suspended by invisible wires.

Mingfei pulled the trigger again. All I heard was an empty click.

He pocketed the gun and drew his curved knife.

The body of the man snapped back up and Mingfei’s knife collided with claws over a foot long.

These people weren’t human.

The claws swiped at Mingfei, -- once, twice, thrice -- missing by a mere centimeters each time. The other men took on an offensive posture.

I knew that Mingfei had had vigorous training in South Korea, but I’d never truly seen it until now. He took on all of them, even as they surrounded him. Dodging and attacking in a single motion, striking at enemies he could see, and defending blows from behind that he could only anticipate in his own mind.

But these enemies were going to overwhelm him any second.

Before I could even think of rushing into the freezer, Mingfei roared. “Get Nono out of here!”

Mingfei pulled an anti-tank grenade from the pockets of his trench coat! The power of this weapon is greater than a C4 explosive. At the same time, his attacks became more persistent and he started to push his opponents further into freezer.

“Are you crazy!” I heard Nono shout.

Chu Zihang emerged from the walk in freezer, dragging a barely conscious Nono, pursued by two of the divers who had peeled away from Mingfei to stop them from escaping. I rushed forward and grabbed onto the door to close it pulling with all my weight, but a blade managed to get through the gap and pierce Chu Zihang in the back about an inch deep.

More of the monster divers slammed behind the door, but they weren’t really smart. The door needed to be pulled, not pushed.

Their mindlessness stunned me for a moment and I was able to see through the gap as I backed away. Mingfei was completely surrounded and bleeding.

“Idiot!” Nono cried.

I looked at her. She was trailing a long stream of blood. I suddenly understood Lu Mingfei’s murderous reaction to what he saw in the freezer. When I looked back through the gap in the door, I saw him pull the pin on the grenade.

“Get down!” I threw myself to the floor and turned my back to the wall to protect Ru’Yi.

The blast somersaulted the thick reinforced metal door off its hinges and over my head. It slammed into Chu Zihang and Nono.

“No!” I cried out.

Did I just lose everyone?

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winchester-ofthe-lord · 5 years

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Classic Winchester Adventures - Chapter 4

Square Filled: Singing Old Songs

Rating: gen

Warnings: swearing, possible mutilation of the Impala (I’m very sorry)

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Maybe it wasn't the best idea to accept a gift from a witch with a wicked sense of humor...

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A/N: hiya guys, this is chapter 4 for @spnclassicbingo ’s challenge. And even though I didn’t write it thinking of April Fool’s day, it kinda fits, so I hope you have as much fun reading as I had writing this chapter :) I’m really sorry for what I did to the Impala though, please forgive me. If you wanna know what happens next, just stay tuned for the next chapters ^^

Maybe they should’ve checked the cassette tape case before they put the tape into the deck. Maybe they would’ve seen the little note inside the little plastic case if they’d done that. And maybe, just maybe they would’ve decided against this particular cassette. Or at least this one particular song on it.

Looking back, it was kind of obvious. Nancy did have this look of adoration when they were standing in front of the Impala. It was followed by a barely there smug smirk, now that Dean thinks back to that moment.

She also had this amused, knowing expression when Ella handed Dean the cassette of her father.

What Dean hadn’t thought of at the time though, was that Ella must’ve given Nancy the tape before she offered it to Dean, to ask for permission, and that Nancy is a witch after all. A witch with a cruel sense of humor. A very cruel sense of humor.

But they are on very high spirits after their day of celebrating little Tim’s birthday, jumping around inside the giant bounce house, drowning in the massive ball pit, and eating too much cake and way too many muffins for their own good, so, without thinking much about it, Dean shoves ‘Bruce Springsteen - ‘84’ into the cassette deck and hits the play button.

The first song on the tape is ‘Born In The USA’. As soon as the first notes blast through the speakers, Dean nods his head to the beat, broad smile on his face, left arm hanging loosely out of his open window, tapping on the outside of the driver’s door, right arm relaxed on the wheel. It only takes him until the first chorus to sing out loud, whereby...if you’re particular about it, you can't necessarily call it singing, but rather bawling.

Dean slams both his palms on the steering wheel. “Boooorn-” he snaps his head towards his brother- “in the USA, I was-” another clap against the leather wheel- “Booorn in the USA…”

The off-key singing of his older brother doesn’t stop Sam from joining in, and they both belt out the whole song at the top of their lungs, smiling and laughing and thrumming the beat against the dashboard and the steering wheel, while driving off into the sunset.

They are almost forty minutes into their drive when the tenth track starts to play, “Well now you may think I'm foolish, for the foolish things I do…”

Dean turns the volume down a little and says, “Man, I love Springsteen. Ella’s dad really had a good taste in music, didn’t he.” He smiles a slightly sad smile to himself, feeling infinitely sorry the little girl had to lose her parents. At least he still had his father and his brother. And this car. But Ella’s in good hands now at Nancy’s, he thinks. She’s got a whole new family of amazing people around her who will for sure help her deal with her loss and with finding new happiness.

“Well honey it ain't your money…” Sam’s voice interrupts his wallowing in memories and he turns up the volume again, “'Cause baby I got plenty of that.”

Both brothers chorus the next lines in unison, amused, contented grins covering both their faces, “I love you for your pink Cadillac, crushed velvet seats, riding in the back, cruising down the str-”

Dean stops singing when his fingers feel something weird all of a sudden, and he hits the brakes. Hard. And pulls her over to the side of the road with a jerky yank on the wheel.

“Dean, what the-”

“STOP SINGING!” Dean yelps at his utterly confused brother and reaches a hand out to mute the radio.

It’s nighttime by now, the inside of the impala pitch black, the empty road in front of them dimly lit in the beam of the Impala’s headlights.

Several seconds tick by in absolute silence, only Dean’s gasping breath, forcefully pushed through his nose is audible.

“What’s wrong now, Dean?” Sam asks and, even though Dean can’t see him in the darkness, he knows that his brother has his typical what-the-fuck-Dean eyebrow aimed at him.

“My Baby-” Dean sputters. To be precise, it’s rather a whine than anything else.

Sam waits for him to further explain, but when nothing follows after, except more panicked breathing and a slight shifting in his seat, he asks, “Yeah, so? What about her?”

“Gimme your phone,” Dean demands through clenched teeth, unsuccessfully trying to suppress another whine.

“Why do you need-”

“Just give it to me!”

Sam hands him the required phone after fishing it out of his pocket and Dean immediately opens the flashlight app, lighting up the car’s inside within the fraction of a second.

The dead silence that permeates the entire car is suffocating. Both brothers hold their breaths in shock, as they take in the drastic change of scenery. It’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop. What actually does drop, is Dean’s jaw. Pure horror is written in his eyes, his mouth opening and closing like a stranded fish on land.

Sam’s hysterical snort breaks the silence as he bursts out laughing, hands flailing around and grasping Dean’s shoulder while he desperately struggles for air.

Dean’s hand is shaking when he brings it up to point the flashlight at his steering wheel. No, not his steering wheel, this is so not his steering wheel.

It’s fuzzy fleece.

And it’s friggin’ pink.

The light beam slowly roams across the dashboard, the pink dashboard to be precise , travels to the bench seat in between them, which is, of course, covered in pink crushed velvet, and eventually settles on Sam’s face. Who has one of his giant hands pressed on his mouth. His eyes are wet with tears, the bulging veins on his forehead and both temples are throbbing, his whole head red like a tomato on fire, while he’s trying his darndest not to explode with laughter.

The moment Dean lowers Sam’s phone in resignation and lets his head loll back against the backrest, his brother can’t keep his emotions inside his body anymore and fills the car with whole-hearted sounds of pure joy.

“Oh, shut up, Sammy,” Dean moans in nothing but frustration, “This ain’t fucking funny, man!” He bangs his door open and climbs out of the car, takes a few steps into the night. The man folds over, his hands braced on his thighs. He takes a deep breath, straightens himself and turns around to face the vehicle in its entirety.

The flashlight raises again in Dean’s hand as he slowly approaches the Impala, shining the light over her varnish. Her mother. Fucking. Pink. Varnish.

“Baby…” he whispers, wretched, while he lets his tender fingers run over her hood, tenderly caressing the smooth cold surface, his voice barely working when he whispers a questioning “What-”

That’s all he can get out in his devastated state.

The passenger door opens and reveals an overly exuberant Sam, frantically gasping for air, almost falling out of the car while trying to climb out of his seat, still not able to control his laughter.

The taller man can barely keep himself standing, now that he can see the full extent of the Impala’s condition. And, after a look at his older brother, also the full extent of his condition.

Dean buries his head in his hands, vainly trying to stifle the pterodactyl shriek that presses through his fingers, scrubs them over his face, furiously rubbing his eyes.

Nope. Still pink.

“Oh, come on,” he whimpers and kicks an angry foot into the air.

“Your car...looks….like a...pimp mobile,” Sam manages to stammer out in between his giggles, clasping at his own stomach with one hand. His face freezes in an awkward exhilarated expression for a moment, before he looks Dean straight in the eyes and, followed by the next laughing fit, bursts out, “Oh my God. It’s the Pimpala!”

Dean’s eyes roll so far into his head it hurts. “Ha Ha, Sammy,” he rolls them back to the front and shoots his brother a glare that could kill, if he only tried hard enough, he’s sure of that. “Glad my misery is entertaining you that much. Really. I’m thrilled.”

It takes Sam far too long to catch his breath, to calm down enough to regain (almost) complete control over his face and body again.

A long time for Dean to just stand and stare. Eyes wide open. Still full of disbelief and consternation.

A reassuring pat on his shoulder tears him out of his trance-like state and he stops his absentminded scratching over the scruff on his own cheek to look up at his brother.

“Sammy…. ” Dean downright whines in despair towards Sam’s face, “My car... She’s- she’s... mutilated. Her… seats- and, the steering wheel is- She’s friggin PINK! ” He almost spits at his brother.

Sam gives his shoulder another gentle pat, “C’mon, Barbie,” a bad wink, “I gotta show you something.”

Dean briefly contemplates murdering his brother - thin ice, Sammy, thin ice - but follows him inside the car instead. His death will have to wait.

“Look at this, Dean,” Sam starts, amused smile on his lips, and hands his brother a small note, “I found this in the cassette tape case.”

With a raised eyebrow, Dean takes the proffered piece of paper, scrutinizing the neatly handwritten message:

Hope you take it with humor :) Ella said she’d like your car a lot better in pink, so I hope you share that opinion It’ll wear off within 24 hours though, so don’t worry ;) Best wishes Nancy

“I’m gonna kill her.” Dean clenches his fists, crumpling up the note in the process. His jaw clenches too, nostrils quivering. “I’m gonna kill her,” he repeats more quietly.

His brother sighs. “No, you won’t.”

“Oh, but I will!” A sharp breath through his nose. A humorless laugh. “My Baby looks like friggin’ Pink Panther’s car, Sam,” he complains, “I can’t just...let this slide.” He claws at his steering wheel and flinches as soon as his fingers meet the squashy, fluffy texture, and immediately pulls his hand back again.

Shit.

“Oh come on, Dean, it’s not that bad,” Sam tries to placate. “‘sides, she wrote that it only lasts 24 hours, right? Man the fuck up-” he slightly shifts in his seat, lets a hand run over the upholstery between them- “and enjoy the crushed velvet.”

There’s exactly two seconds of silence, before both men burst twin snorts through their noses. Even Dean’s grumpy grimace lightens up, the tension in his body decreasing the longer they’re laughing.

“Wow,” Sam chuckles after a while, wipes a tear from his cheek, “I never thought I’d ever say anything like that.”

Dean’s shoulders are still slightly trembling as he keeps giggling, “What, tell me I should enjoy the crushed velvet?”

They exchange affectionate whacks against each other’s arms.

With the utmost reluctance, Dean puts the Pimpala in drive and leads her back on the road, “Friggin witches, man!”

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thecraftgremlin · 6 years

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In A Little Pickle (A Metalocalypse Fanfic)

I don't always write fanfic, but when I do it... um... I don't know how to end that. There's basically no Pickles and his nephew content, so I decided to give the fandom what it probably didn't need but has anyway now. The story basically just came to me as a series of scenes and eventually I just decided to write those scenes, string them together, and say screw the rest.

Also on Ao3

Nathan found Pickles sitting at the kitchen table of Mordhaus, glaring at a brightly colored card in his hands like it had stolen the last bottle of vodka on the planet. He would have just grabbed the bag of chips he was after and left the drummer to… whatever it was he was doing, if Pickles hadn’t spoken up.

“He’s pure evil, Nathan.”

“Uhhh… who?” Nathan was only half paying attention, carefully considering the weighty decision of barbeque versus salt and vinegar flavor.

“Seth,” Pickles spat with the venom he reserved for his family.

Having ultimately decided on both flavors for his snack, Nathan wondered what Pickles’ asshole brother had to do with a card covered with multicolored balloons and confetti. His questions were soon answered as Pickles stood from his seat at the table, pacing and waving the card in the air.

“I thought I knew how low that motherfucker could sink! But no, this time he can’t just try to worm his way into my life and bleed me dry like he always does. Now he’s getting his fuckin’ kid in on the act!” He punctuated the rant by slapping the card down on the table. Now invested in the drama, Nathan picked the offending paper up, squinting at the text without the aid of his glasses. The outside cheerfully announced “You’re Invited!,” a handwritten note inside that somehow felt slimy for Nathan to read.

Pickles,

Little Davey’s turning 5 next week, and he says he wants his Uncle Pickles to come to his birthday party more than anything. I know you’re busy being a big hotshot rock star and shit, but you better not disappoint my little man. Party’s at my place on the 17that noon. Make sure to get him something good.

-Seth

It was times like these that made Nathan glad to be an only child with no obligations like these to deal with.

“Couldn’t you just… Not go?” Nathan offered sagely. It seemed like the easiest solution to the problem, and he wasn’t particularly interested in thinking too hard about helping Pickles with his family crap.

“And give that douchebag more reasons to think I owe him something? No,” Pickles slumped back into his seat at the table, “I gotta go to my nephew’s birthday party.”

“I still don’ts gets why you wanteds me to helps you picks out a borthsday present?”

Pickles looked Toki dead in the eyes; picturing his collections of stuffed animals and the model airplanes that hung from his bedroom ceiling, the pastel fleece pajamas he wore when he watched cartoons in the living room eating the sugariest cereals his diabetes would allow. Pickles smiled and put a hand on his shoulder.

“’Cause you’re a good pal.”

Toki seemed to buy it, a wide smile breaking out on his face.

“Aww, t’anks Pickle!”

From the moment they entered the toy store, Pickles already felt overwhelmed by the sea of plastic and plush. He hoped he could keep Toki focused for long enough for them to find something suitable for a five year old. He let Toki lead the way, the two musicians wandering the brightly colored aisles. Pickles immediately vetoed anything clown related Toki tried to suggest. Only people who had childhoods as fucked up as Toki’s actually liked clowns, and Pickles hoped to the metal gods that Seth wasn’t that much of a piece of shit to his kid. They examined toy weapons construction sets and science kits, debated the merits of ninjas versus pirates versus superheroes. Finally, Pickles’ attention was caught by a flash of metallic green. He picked up a hefty box proudly showing off a robotic dinosaur and remote control inside. It was expensive enough that Seth couldn’t call him a cheapskate over it, and he couldn’t see any of those small parts that were bad for little kids for some reason.

“Hey, what about this one?” He held the box up to Toki for approval.

“Oh, cools! Ja, dat’s a good ones! Everybody likes de dinosaurs, rights?”

That was certainly true. Even as Pickles’ interests had turned to rock n’ roll and illicit substances as a kid, he still remembered having a healthy appreciation for a good old t-rex or stegosaurus. As they left with his present and several items for Toki, as they had agreed, Pickles felt a little better about the whole party ordeal. Maybe he could actually do this.

He couldn’t do this.

Pickles was baking in the Australian heat, his only source of respite his cup of what used to be fruit punch, now replaced completely with whiskey from his hip flask. His father glared at him from across the yard every time he pulled it out, but Pickles was beyond caring at that point. He supposed he was lucky to have avoided his mom for as long as he did, but she had him cornered and was on her usual lecture of how Seth was so responsible and such a good father and what was Pickles doing with his life, still playing around with that band of his. In the background, Amber chatted with other equally disinterested looking moms, a handful of rowdy kids wrestled in the dirt while their dads, the greasy lowlife types that always seemed to flock around Pickle’s brother, made shady deals amongst themselves. Sitting at the table piled with presents and a plain looking blue and white sheet cake was little David, playing a handheld video game, having long given up on trying to play with the other kids. Pickles felt bad that he had initially assumed the kid was in on Seth’s manipulative bullshit. He had thought his nephew would be a little hellspawn, like his brother had been as a child. Instead Pickles only saw a lonely little boy, trying to enjoy a crappy birthday party. Pickles felt like he was being suffocated under all this heat and judgment, but he had decided when he saw David that he wouldn’t let his family get to him, even as they weighed him down with their usual complaints. He was surprised when his relief came from Seth.

“Alright, time for presents!”

As David unwrapped generic sports equipment and t-shirts for year old movies, Pickles started to feel better about his presence at the party. At least he had gotten a good present for the kid. At least they couldn’t give him shit about that. Pickles felt himself stand a little taller as Seth pulled out his present.

“This one’s from your Uncle Pickles. Should be a good one, he’s really rich,” Seth said, directed completely at Pickles. David unwrapped his toy and Pickles swore he saw a sparkle in the boy’s eyes for the first time that afternoon. His growing pride was soon squashed by a mutter from his brother.

“Guy’s got all the money in the fuckin’ world and only gets the kid one present.”

Of course.

“I can’t believe you, Pickles,” his mother said from behind him.

Of. Fucking. Course.

“You don’t visit your nephew even once since he was born, and now you think you can just buy your way into his life with some expensive toy?” Molly had wormed her way in front of Pickles, “You make me sick.”

That was it. He couldn’t take this anymore.

“God, there’s nothing I can do right for you people, is there?”

It was then that the birthday boy burst into tears and ran into the house, leaving his brand new robot dinosaur half-opened on the table.

“Look what you’ve done now, Pickles!”

Pickles had stomped into Seth's kitchen in search of more booze, but instead he stumbled on his nephew curled into a tiny sniffling ball under the table. He kneeled down to the boy’s level and tried to speak as gently as possible.

“Hey, buddy. You doin’ ok?”

David minutely shook his head. Dumb question.

“Mind if I sit next to you?”

The boy shrugged. Pickles squashed himself into the little space, for once thankful for his short stature. He had no idea what to do now. He didn’t even know how to comfort a grown adult, much less a little kid.

“Hey, um. I’m sorry if you didn’t like your present. I can, uh, buy you something else if that helps?”

“No, I like it.” David’s voice was small and quiet. Pickles realized that this was the first time he had actually talked to his nephew, beyond the awkward greeting they’d shared earlier that day.

“So, uh, something else up then?”

The little boy was silent for a moment.

“The party was so boring. Daddy didn’t invite my friends, just those mean kids from my class and their weird dads. And then everybody started yelling and-“ He whimpered and curled in on himself tighter. Pickles took a chance and put a hand on the boy’s back, rubbing gently.

“Yeah. Doesn’t sound like a very fun birthday. I’m sorry.”

“I thought it would be fun with you here.”

Pickles was taken aback by that. He had assumed that Seth had been lying about David wanting him there.

“You really wanted me to come?”

The boy looked up at Pickles with watery eyes, his expression serious as a five year old’s could be.

“You’re so cool! You’re a rock star and you’re my uncle! But-but you don’t like me…”

“No, no, no!” Pickles interjected quickly. God, he was the worst uncle in the world. “I do like you! It’s just… Our family… They aren’t the nicest people to be around. But you’re not like that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you’re cool. Rock stars can always tell when somebody’s cool.”

Pickles saw that little bit of sparkle return to his nephew’s eyes. He wondered if there was a way he could keep it there.

“Hey, I got an idea. Tomorrow, would you wanna spend the day hanging around with your Uncle Pickles and his band?”

“No, nope, nuh-uh. No way we’re spending the day hanging around with some little kid.” Was what the members of Dethklok said five minutes before meeting Pickles’ nephew David. Five minutes aftermeeting him, the band was dead set on giving the kid the best, most metal post-birthday a boy could ask for. The six stormed arcades, ice cream parlors, even a petting zoo (partly with the logic that Australian petting zoos are more brutal because everything in Australia can kill you, partly with insistence from Toki.) One by one, the band’s uncaring brutal facades began to crack under the innocent wonder of a small child.

Nathan spent a good portion of the day with David perched on his shoulders, the two intently discussing the brutality of various dinosaurs.

Skwisgaar ate up the enraptured way the boy watched him play, which led to the guitarist pulling out increasingly more complicated techniques to keep his attention.

Murderface and Toki delighted in crafting elaborate and violent stories for the monster finger puppets and tiny parachuters David had won at the arcade.

By the time they were on the Dethcopter heading for Seth’s place, the band was seriously discussing the merits of adopting/kidnapping/buying him from his parents, before they realized there was actual work involved in having the kid around and promptly gave up on that idea. David left the chopper with his uncle to a chorus of suspiciously un-brutal sounding goodbyes. Just before reaching the front door, the little boy abruptly turned and threw his arms around Pickles’ waist.

“Thanks Uncle Pickles.”

“No problem buddy,” Pickles replied, awkwardly returning the hug as best as he could.

“Can you come visit again?”

He knew he should say no. Seeing David again meant dealing with Seth, and Pickles didn’t know if he could deal with seeing that greedy douche’s face on a regular basis. But with those big eyes staring up at him from that sweet freckled face…

“Of course, any time kiddo.”

Seth opened the door to let his son in, immediately questioning him on what kinds of things he’d managed to make his uncle pay for. Just before the door closed, David looked back at Pickles with a smile and held up his hand in the classic devil horns.

Yeah. Pickles could deal with Seth for this kid.

#metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #the rest of dethklok are there to to varying degrees #fanfic #how long has it been since i've written fic?#idk #if my art hasn't proven how much or an un-metal sap i am this fic sure will

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tatooedlaura-blog · 6 years

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Fuzzy Fleece Pants and Creamsicles

This third series reads as follows:

Shattered … Desolation … Determination … Us and Ours … Ratty Towels … The Sleepover … Skinner and the Punch … Oregon … Impossibilities … Something from Nothing … Out of the Car … Partners … News … Never Replace You … The Chip … Date Night … Evidence of Things Unseen … Maggie’s Walter … Glasses … Maggie’s Truth ... Waiting Words

First series … Second series

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No sooner had they finished the dishes and left the kitchen that Skinner, moving perceptively slower due to battering bruises and strained ribs, sought out Maggie, who was 2.4 seconds away from nodding off, stress still tightening muscles and making bones ache. Wondering if he’d be able to kneel, he managed one knee, using the other bent for balance, hand on Maggie’s leg, all pretense of lead-in gone as a giddy feeling made his head spin.

Mulder, who had just hit the fifth step down on the staircase, stopped rubbing his newly showered hair dry, momentum nearly carrying him headfirst down the rest. Scully stayed back in the kitchen doorway, not sure the squeezing in her throat was happiness or panic.

Maggie, awake fully in an instant, tilted her head to the slight angle of ‘you are adorable to me’ as he began speaking, “Will you marry me? Today? Tonight? Tomorrow? Sooner rather than later?”

She’d wondered if this would happen tonight, given the bedroom conversation vibe from earlier and Walter cornering Dana in the kitchen under the demands of dirty dishes. Knowing, understanding, mouth tugging into the beginnings of a smile, “why sooner rather than later?”

“Because I want us to spend the rest of our lives being scared together and I think today is as good a time as any to start.”

Feeling from the bottom of her soul and the bottom of her toes what her answer would be, she moved her hands from his neck to delicately cup both ears, moving him closer to kiss both eyebrows, favorite spots, soft lips against untamed rough, “I would love to marry you sooner rather than later as well.”

His grin hurt but grin he did, “I’ll need to get you a ring first.”

“I don’t need a ring but I would like to have the rest of the family here for it.” Tiredness receding to the background for the moment, “unless we want to call them all up right now, get them over here?”

“Maybe we wait a few days? I don’t want to scare the little ones with,” indicating up and down his face with swollen knuckles, “this.”

About to speak, Maggie caught sight of Scully over Skinner’s shoulder and with a motherly silent question of ‘do you need me to come over there?’, “are you all right?”

Deciding it was happiness instead of panic, she swiped the tears obeying gravity and smiled at her mother, “yeah, just …,” by now near laughing at the strangeness of her life, “I’m just happy.”

“Sure?”

“Very sure.”

Mulder came down then, prospect of boss as his woman’s stepfather made his brain bubble slightly, punchy-weird rush of amused confusion ringing his ears. Moving first to Scully, then pulling her forward towards the newly engaged couple, “come on. Gotta congratulate a man willingly entering the fray that is Scully.”

“We’re a fray?”

“Of the grandest kind.”

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Heading home a little while later, Mulder reached across the dark car, gloved hand finding cold thigh, “so, how’s peanut doing?”

“Peanut is about the length of a banana at this point.”

“That’s a damn big peanut then.” Her face didn’t turn up in amusement as he’d hoped but he couldn’t tell her emotions in the dark so he took a stab, rubbing her leg a few times, friction for warmth in the world of physics, “how’s peanut’s mom doing with the whole impending stepfather thing?”

“If I say ‘I’m fine’, you’re going to keep bothering me, aren’t you?”

The ground unsteadied in a heartbeat, Mulder wondering if he should wait or wade in, unpadded and unprepared, “possibly, unless you say you will tell me what’s bothering you soon, just not this very moment.”

“Can I have until we get home and I can get this damn bra off and put on a pair of pants that haven’t been slept in … or actually, a pair of pants meant to be slept in?”

He knew what she needed at this point and quieting, he navigated home, stopping for gas and Creamsicle pushups for late night snacking. Handing her the bag when he got back in, “don’t let those melt. Hang out the window if you have to.”

“I don’t need ice cream, Mulder. It’s freezing out.”

“I need ice cream, though and you know when I start to eat mine, you’ll get all friendly and rub up on me and give me that look and I’ll give you a lick of my pushup and you’ll take a really big lick and I’ll enjoy the tongue action and let you have another lick and soon we’ll be naked and sweaty and the pushup will have melted all over the couch and given that happened last time I got ice cream and you said you didn’t want any, you can’t deny it will totally happen again so I got extra.”

The bursting guffaw from her side of the Jeep told him she was feeling more open to confessions and he wouldn’t have to psychologize it out of her in the dark, which he hated but would do if absolutely necessary.

He gave it another five minutes, just as they were turning into their complex, before, “so, the ice cream still frozen?”

Leaning forward, she squeezed the bag she’d set on the dash by the window, feeling it still solid, “yes, Mulder, your ice cream is still in its native form.”

“Sweet.” The finger poke to his cheek told him volumes and soon, they were upstairs, bra removed, fleece-fuzzy pants on, extra blankets piled as they worked their way through four Creamsicles, Mulder’s hand on her knee, “so, what’s wrong?”

She knew she couldn’t fight him, sitting warm under the influence of home and Mulder, “my first thought when he asked if it would be all right to marry her was, now when we run, she’ll have someone to take care of her.” Eyes tearing immediately, she took a few more licks to gather her nerves, “not if, Mulder, but when. I thought when we have to run. Fuck,” angrily swiping at her cheeks, “fuck fuck fuck fuck … when, Mulder … I thought God-damned when!!”

He did not see that coming.

Processing took a beat or two but before she could start in on another run of flowing expletive, he asked her across the quiet, “you think it’s inevitable?”

Scully stood, took the popsicle right out of his hand and detouring to the kitchen, popped everything in the freezer before returning, crawling on his lap, resting against his chest, cheek to thermal heartbeat, belly creating issues but not negating ones, “I love that Skinner wants to marry my mother and I love that Mom wants to marry Skinner but all it does it make it easier for us to leave.”

Mulder spoke into the crown of her head, hoping words penetrated the fearful recesses of her mind, hoping it wasn’t a lie vibrating his voice, hoping he believed it himself, “we aren’t going anywhere. Peanut upgraded to banana is going to know his grandma and his Uncle Skimmer and all the rest of the fray we talked about earlier.”

Snuggling further in, keeping the beasts at bay with closed eyes and tightened arms, she felt Mulder throw a thick quilted/crocheted/flannelled monstrosity they unanimously believed to be their favorite thing in the universe, over them both, the space around warming as any space between disappeared, “thank you for not promising me anything.”

With a kiss or two, he slid his hands up the back of her shirt, warm ribs bumping fingers, “are you feeling better?”

“No idea but this is nice and I like it here.” Finally looking up at him, kissing his chin, “although I won’t be able to do this much longer. Upgrade is getting bigger by the minute.”

Moving hands down to just below the waist of her pants, “we will figure something else out then but right now, I am enjoying this.”

Scully let out a sigh, “so am I.”

#msr #walternmaggie #bean to peanut to banana #I will never get the drawing of Scully sleeping against Mulder out of my head #xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #my writing #Life part 3 series

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warriorqueen1991 · 7 years

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Autumn Heat 🍁

Characters: Negan X Reader

Warnings: fluff and some sexual situations ;)

Notes: This is my entry into @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash Fall Into Negan Writing Challenge my prompts were Raking Leaves and Making S'mores ♡♡♡

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“Baby I’m home!”

Walking into your house you quickly tossed your keys in the bowl by the door as you juggled a large pumpkin and a bag of groceries. The crisp evening air had you wrapped in a black turtleneck that clung to your curves and dark blue jeans. Your leather boots thumping against the hardwood floor as you maneuvered your hip to shut the door.

“Negan?”

Placing the pumpkin down on the table you set to putting the groceries away as the sound of Lucy barking in the backyard gave away your husband’s whereabouts. Smiling to yourself, you placed the bottle of wine you bought on the counter.

You and Negan had been married a little over three years and it still felt like you were newlyweds.

Sure he was loud, obnoxious and foul mouthed but he was the man of your dreams.

You were crazy about him.

Your love only seeming to grow with time.

Shutting the fridge you made your way to the window overlooking the backyard, your brow creasing in frustration as you watched the slutty floozy from next door hit on your man.

“Fucking Amber” you growled.

Negan was decked out in his leather jacket and red scarf you got him last year for Christmas.

It looked like he had been in the process of raking up the leaves when miss “humpsanythingwithapulse” showed up.

Folding your arms you decided to spy on them a little before interrupting her little show.

You weren’t worried about Negan being unfaithful, he had never giving you a reason to be.

Instead you were curious to see how he would handle the situation.

And of course he made a hilarious show of being passive-aggressive while avoiding her advances, his shoulders tensing up when she laid her hand on his arm.

Her long bony fingers gripping his bicep.

Growling you quickly moved to the door, you had had enough of her skanky little claws touching your husband. The damn bitch needed to fuck off before you knocked her teeth down her throat.

Slamming the door behind you your lips quirked up in a smirk as Amber jumped, jerking her hand away as Negan eyed you over his shoulder with a bright smile.

Sliding your hands around his waist you leaned against the arm she had been pawing at. Your fingers toying with the clasp of his belt absently as he moved his arm to wrap around your shoulders.

“Hey baby”

You smiled at his deep purring voice, your eyes drifting to Amber who was shifting her eyes away from you to Negan.

“So uh…would you mind taking a look at it later?”

You cocked an eyebrow at her before glancing up at Negan who smiled “yeah I can check it out for ya, piece of shit seems to be breaking down on ya more often huh? Probably about fucking time to buy a new one”. Ambers eye roll inducing laugh instantly gave you a headache as she once again took a step closer to Negan.

Sliding from his grasp you walked behind him to his left side grasping his hand so you were in between him and Amber.

“What'cha need fixed this time, oh let me guess…your washer again?”

Amber gulped taking a step back “it’s an old washer it’s just becoming a little testy is all”. You smiled “I can see that, so when is my husband going over?”

Negan chuckled “probably after Halloween baby”.

Biting your lip at his knowing smile you looked at Amber “that’s great I’ll probably come over with him so me and you can have some girl time, I mean it’s gotta get lonely over there in that big house with Mark away on business”.

She gave you a nervous laugh “ye…yeah that sounds great” you gave her a bright smile “awesome…well we’ll see ya around Amber, Happy Halloween”.

She quickly slipped through the back gate looking over her shoulder as Negan grasped your chin, leaning down to give you a smouldering kiss.

Pulling away slowly he chuckled “you have nothing to fucking worry about darlin, trust me. I keep my fucking distance from walking cum dumpsters”. You laughed swatting his arm playfully “now that’s not nice Neg…Mark’s the love of her life remember?” he let out a deep rumbling laugh “yeah that’s why she’s got a new toy over there every night?”

You growled “I swear though, if that fucking bitch keeps trying to put the moves on you i’m gonna bash her fucking brains in”.

He bit his lip before running his tongue across it sensually “hmmm I love it when you get all riled up baby, it just…” he gave an exaggerated shiver “gets all my fucking engines revving”.

Pursing your lips you tugged him closer to you “well maybe if you’re a good boy I’ll take ya for a spin”.

He chuckled kissing your lips softly before pulling away.

Looking around the back yard you smiled “you know you don’t have to rake the leaves right?…I kinda like em just strewn about”. Shrugging he started running the rake across the grass “figured I’d help ya out some since I’m on vacation and you’re not”.

You smiled running your hand up his back to rub his shoulder gently “that’s sweet honey but you really don’t need to do this…plus I haven’t seen you all day” you pouted sticking your lip out slightly making him laugh.

“Baby ya saw me this morning”

You sighed “fine, guess Amber’s worth more of your time than I am”.

He growled bending over to pick up one of Lucy’s toys, leaning right over one of his large pile of leaves.

A devious smirk crossed your face before you quickly shoved him head first into the gold and orange pile.

“shit” he growled, rolling over on his back as the leaves scattered around him. Several of them sticking in his hair and flying into the air to dance around him as you giggled down at his flustered appearance.

“Oh you’re fucking hilarious” he drawled sitting up to give you an unimpressed look. You continued to giggle “I know…” but you were quickly cut off as his long arms wrapped around your hips, pulling you on top of him as he fell back onto the pile of leaves with a yelp of surprise.

Bursting into laughter you both held onto to one another as the leaves crunched beneath you. Kissing his dimples you ran your chilled hands down his scruffy cheeks, his gloved hands gripping your hips as his lips moved to yours.

“hmmm love you baby” he rasped leaning up slightly to press his forehead against yours.

Smiling against his lips you kissed him once more “I love you too”

Sitting up beneath you, causing you to straddle his waist Negan tousled his hair sending tiny pieces of dead leaves down around you before he pushed your hips slightly so you both could get up.

Getting to your feet you held out your hand so he could grasp it as you helped him up.

“So did you find all that shit you wanted last night?” he chuckled dusting off his backside.

Cocking an eyebrow at him you crossed your arms “and by shit, I’m assuming you mean our wine and s'mores for tonight?”

He snorted in amusement with a shrug “honey you were riding me within an inch of my life, I had a little more pressing thoughts going through my fucking head”. You smacked his shoulder making him chuckle “oh I was not!”

He laughed “really, is that why I had to fix the damn headboard this morning?”

You gaped at him as he gave you a wink “should’ve made you fix the poor thing since you’re the one who broke the fucker”.

You scoffed “technically you broke it when you decided to wear that suit I love”.

He threw his hands up “it’s a nice fucking suit”

You narrowed your eyes “you knew what you were doing!”

He gave you a weird look before licking his lips in thought. His eyes wandering down your body as he gave you a heated stare “hmmm toche”.

Biting your lip you grasped his hand “alright handsome let’s go inside”. He chuckled following you to the house, his eyes darting to Lucy who sat by her dog house “don’t worry darlin we haven’t forgotten about you”.

You smiled as she began wagging her tail, twirling around in excitement with a happy bark.

Unhooking her tie out leash Negan smiled as she sprinted around his legs barking loudly before tearing off in through the doggy door.

You giggled “well she’s happy”

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After dinner you and Negan had decided to move back out to the stone fire pit, sitting on the large wooden bench with a fleece blanket and two pillows.

You both were leaning against one another, your roasting sticks turning slowly between your fingers as the marshmallows darkened under the heat. Negan pulled his from the flame as he shifted from you to scrape them off onto a plate.

Pulling yours out as well, you turned to him with a smile as he scraped yours off to join his.

“Alright, I think you should have to make these messy fuckers since you love em so much”.

You giggled reaching over his lap to grab the plate “oh quit your whining”, he chuckled opening The chocolate and Graham crackers. Making each of you two s'mores you scooted back onto the bench leaning against the soft pillow.

Negan was watching you closely as you chewed on the sweet mosh pit of awesomeness in your mouth. Raising your hand up to cover your lips you smiled “stop watching me eat”.

He smiled “how the fuck do you not make a fucking mess with these?”

You swallowed with a smile “I don’t know”. Shaking his head he took a bite as creamy marshmallow oozed out between the graham and chocolate down his chin. Growling he set his s'more on the plate leaning forward to avoid a bigger mess “goddamnit, fucking things”.

You laughed, scooting closer to him as he moved to get up.

Grasping his hand you pulled him back to sit down “ohhh come here” you giggled softly, straddling his waist. He let out an annoyed sigh lifting his hands away from you “baby I’m covered in this shit, I gotta get the fuck up unless you want it all over you”.

Sliding your hands around his wrists you pursed your lips before biting it with a smirk “you wanna know the best part about eating s'mores?”

He rolled his eyes with a frustrated huff “feeling like fucking fly paper?”

You giggled leaning forward to peck his lips with a sweet kiss, whispering against him with a smile “cleaning up”.

His mouth opened to retort but fell silent as you ran your tongue up the side of his chin, his eyes falling shut with a deep chuckle.

Pulling back from his now clean lips you gently tugged his hand to your lips, dragging them over his fingers as you cleaned up the sticky remnants of his s'more.

Your husband was breathing heavily as you sucked on his long fingers, moving to his other hand you let out a tiny moan as you finished up on his middle finger.

Groaning he shifted beneath you “ahh…al… alright baby take it fucking easy unless you want me to fuck you into this damn bench”.

You giggled rocking against him gently “hmmm I wouldn’t be opposed to that”. Leaning down to whisper in his ear, you smiled “you taste better than the s'mores”. Biting his lip with a deep chuckle he slid his eyes back shut as you grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around you.

Grasping it’s edges so it stayed around you, Negan leaned his head back against the wood as your lips molded against his. Your fingers running through his dark hair as your hips moved against him in slow torturous rolls.

The night was quite aside from the crackling of the fire and the wet sounds of your lips.

Negan let out a light groan as your hips moved against him more firmly, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as you tugged on his soft locks. The two of you really needed to take the activities inside, you were soaking through your panties. The slight roll of his hips to meet yours was driving long drawn out whines from your pink lips.

Fisting his hair as he laved your neck in open mouthed kisses, you both flinched as the sound of a door being opened echoed from across the street. Panting heavily against one another you let out a frustrated whine as he moved to mouth at the sensitive flesh behind your ear.

Grasping his rough cheeks you gasped pushing him away slightly “baby stop…I…I think Amber’s outside”. Grunting softly he nuzzled against your cheek with a deep sigh, laced in annoyance.

“We can be fucking quiet” he mumbled against your skin sending shivers down your heated flesh. “You’re joking right?” you giggled softly “were many things Negan but quiet isn’t one of them”.

Growling in frustration he dropped his head against your shoulder “fucking nosey bitch”.

You smiled running your hand through his hair making it stick up “baby we’re the ones dry humping one another in our backyard”. He gripped your hips firmly “skanks probably trying to get a fucking free look at Negan jr.”

Running your hands down his neck and chest to grasp his belt you gave him a sloppy kiss, your right hand slipping down to palm his erection.

His mouth dropped open with a rough gasp “fuck darlin”.

You let out a breathy laugh “that was the idea…” you frowned “…well until we were rudely interrupted”.

Turning his head to look across the street at Amber who was walking around on her porch, her eyes glancing over to your fence briefly as she took a seat on her porch swing. He smirked cocking his head slightly “you think she can tell what we’re fucking doing over here?”

You glanced over at her “doubt it, I mean she can probably just make out us sitting here but that’s about it…why?” his smirk slowly turned into a wicked grin “I think she needs taught a lesson on minding her own fucking business…” he rasped kissing the corner of your mouth “dont’cha think?”

You blushed slightly “Negan no…let’s just go back inside ok?…”

He chuckled “she lookin?”

Glancing over, you could just make out her eyes trained intently on your wooden fence. The cherry of her cigarette illuminating her face as she gave your home a look of disgust. You growled “yeah she’s fucking looking, giving us the damn stink eye”.

He chuckled deeply “jealous bitch”

Rolling his head back he glanced at Amber before arching back slightly with a deep sigh. You furrowed your brow in confusion as his breathing suddenly picked up “Negan, what are you?…” your words died on your lips as a loud moan escaped his lips turning your cheeks bright red.

There was no way in hell Amber didn’t hear that.

Your eyes widened as he shifted beneath you, rolling his hips slightly the sounds leaving his lips making your insides clench.

“Ahhhh fuck…ah fuck yes… baby, just like that!!!”

You covered your mouth to muffle your laughter as he continued “ahhh fucking hell Y/N…goddamn your fucking perfect…fuuuuck”.

The sound of her door slamming shut aggressively made his drawn out groan turn into a wheezing laugh. You hunched over him laughing hysterically as he joined in, his body shaking as the two of you glanced over at the now vacant porch.

“Think she got the fucking point?”

You giggled “you did sound pretty convincing”.

Grasping your slender neck gently, he kissed you “just replaying what I fucking sounded like last night when you murdered our fucking headboard”. You giggled biting his lip as he got to his feet, your legs wrapping around him as he tossed the blanket on the bench.

Squeezing your ass he moved quickly to the back door, your lips sealing over his neck firmly as he shoved you against the door with a loud grunt.

Reaching behind you for the doorknob as your lips moved against one another. Your free hand working his belt loose as he pulled your sweater over your head.

Finally twisting the brass handle you yelped in surprise as you both fell into the house with a loud crash.

The door swinging shut slowly as Lucy began barking, your joined laughter echoing from the house into the cool crisp night.

“Lucy calm the fuck down!”

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prettyfunkyunorganized · 6 years

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Christmas Daughter Series - McCree

Just a little belated Christmas sweetness between McCree and his Juniper! Inspired by Jesse’s Christmas sweater spray that is FANTASIC!!! Relatively short. Hope you like it!

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Christmas Daughter Series: Reaper, Roadhog, Hanzo

Christmas at Gibraltar was usually pretty quiet – just a few people left behind who didn’t have plans. Mercy went to her hometown to volunteer, Lucio went home to see his siblings and Mama, Torbjorn and Reinhardt went to see the engineer’s massive family, even Genji and Zenyatta had somewhere to be. Tracer had flown Emily to the base, though, so they were here, snuggled up on the couch. Winston was sitting by the small fake tree, drinking cocoa with a smile on. The chipper young woman, Mei, had arrived a week ago and seemed thoroughly happy to be with everyone, smiling warmly as McCree came into the room.

“Merry Christmas, McCree,” she sang, offering him a steaming mug topped with marshmallows.

“Thank you kindly, Mei,” he replied taking the drink with a chuckle. “Aren’t you sweet, making us hot chocolate like this.”

She flushed and giggled, “It’s my specialty!”

“Well we are mighty lucky to have you here,” the cowboy said tipping his hat and taking a sip.

Winston raised his mug to McCree as he took a seat.

“Morin,’ Winston.”

“Good morning, McCree,” the scientist replied. “Is Juniper with you?”

“Nah, I thought I’d let her sleep in while she could,” Jesse said with a stretch.

“Has she been sleeping better,” Tracer asked.

“Yeah, better, but not great. Not yet,” McCree said dejectedly.

He looked over to the couple as Lena put her hand on the cowboy's arm reassuringly. Then he frowned. “Emily, are you in a . . . poop emoji onesie?”

“You bet your chaps I am,” the redhead smirked. “Lena’s is a mermaid!”

The brunette Brit flopped on a hood with a plush seashell crown, making McCree burst out laughing. “I see why our speed demon here is a mermaid, but why’d you get stuck bein’ the foul end of a meal, Em?”

“Because, according to my dad, ‘I’m a little shit for not coming home for the holidays,’ not that he’s actually mad. Just being a troublemaker,” Emily explained.

McCree chuckled, “Sounds like a good man.”

“One of the best,” Tracer said fondly. “We’re video chatting around 3, right?” Emily nodded.

“Juniper, Hanzo,” Mei was suddenly chiming, “Merry Christmas!”

The archer and Juni came through the door one after another, one looking cheerful, the other . . . not so much.

“Merry Christmas Mei,” the youngest member of the team said brightly. Hanzo only nodded, bypassing the hot chocolate and standing by an end table, slightly removed from the others. As usual.

“Well I’ll be,” McCree said smirking at the eldest Shimada. “Gotta admit, I’m pretty surprised you decided to join us, Hanzo.”

He shrugged. “Your daughter caught me in the hall and all but dragged me here.”

“I did not,” Juniper retorted pretending to kick Hanzo as she passed him, “you came of your own volition.”

Hanzo scoffed and gave her a look.

“Okay, maybe I did a bit of convincing, but it didn’t take much,” Juni admitted, sitting next to her father. McCree instantly wrapped his arm around her and pecked her forehead.

“Either way, we are very glad to have you, Hanzo,” Winton said graciously, warranting a slight nod from the archer.

“Maybe you shoulda left him in the hall,” McCree whispered in Juniper’s ear. “He doesn’t seem to have much holiday spirit.”

“Can you blame him? The guy probably spent a whole bunch of Christmases alone since . . . ya know. And now, he has his brother back, but still doesn’t get to be with him today,” Juniper murmured back. “I just didn’t want him to be stuck in his room all day all by his lonesome.”

“Aw, sweetpea,” McCree laughed, “you’re our very own Cindy Lou-Hoo.”

She giggled, “Someone’s gotta keep the peace ‘round here.”

“Should we do presents now,” Mei asked, joining the other Overwatch members around the holographic tree.

“Everyone’s here,” Tracer said stretching under her girlfriend’s snuggles, “let’s do it!”

There was a small exchanging of gifts – Winston, being the one in the leader role, had bought everyone a little something. Mei had got each person on the base a pair of incredibly warm mittens and a matching hat. Tracer and Emily had designed and programmed a cute little ornament for each team member that popped up on the fake fir. Juniper hand made a stack of Christmas cards, and McCree had bought all of them a bottle of their favorite booze – except for Winston who preferred some strange imported cherry drink. And Juni of course. She was too young and too special to just get a jug of liquor.

“And one more for you, my little lady,” McCree grinned, pulling a package from behind the couch.

“McCree,” she squealed excitedly, pushing her long brunette hair behind her ears. She had the best toothy smile. “This box is too big! I told you not to get me anything over the top.”

“Why would you tell your dad not to spoil you,” Emily joked.

“Because he was going to bury me in gifts,” Juniper sputtered. “What did you say? Ten gifts for every year you missed and ten for this year, too?”

The cowboy snickered, “Fifteen, honeydew, fifteen.”

“Which is ridiculous,” Juni reeled as everyone else laughed. Even Hanzo had a small smirk.

“What?! I got a lot of making up to do,” McCree chuckled.

“I’ve told you before you don’t have any making up to do,” she insisted.

“Maybe I just feel like smothering you then!” He wrangled her into a tight hug, planting about a hundred kisses on her as she squirmed half-heartedly to get away.

“Lemme go, McCree,” she gasped through her laughter.

“Only if you let me get ya as many presents as I want for yer birthday!”

“Okay, okay, you win!” McCree relented and let Juniper catch her breath before putting the gift back in her lap. “Now open it! Suspense is killin’ me.”

She bit her lip in excitedly and tore the paper from the box, whipping out her pocket knife to slice open the tape.

“You didn’t!”

“I sure did.”

“You gonna teach me how to keep it on all the time like you do? Through training simulations and combat practice?”

“Of course, my sweetpea.”

“What is it,” Lena shrieked impatiently.

McCree beamed as Juniper lifted up a cowgirl hat of her very own, less tattered and worn than her father’s, but otherwise very similar. Shiny buckle in the middle and all. Her face was just as thrilled as he felt.

The room was filled with a collective ‘aww’ as the young woman put the wide-brimmed hat on her head. “Perfect fit,” she grinned at McCree.

“There’s somthin’ else, too,” he said with a nod to the present.

“I told you one,” she snapped playfully.

“An’ I didn’t listen! Shoot me,” he said shoving her shoulder. “Just open the damn gift.”

Juniper adjusted her hat before digging through the white tissue paper. She gasped and burst out in giggles. With one quick hop, she was on her feet and holding a dress over her body.

“Jesse McCree, where on Earth did you find a dress that looks like a serape? And not just any serape, but your tattered old red one,” Lena gaped.

“The internet is a magical place,” he chuckled in response, watching as Juni swayed with a giant grin on. “You like it then,” he asked.

“I love it, McCree, I absolutely love it!” She flopped back into her seat and threw her arms around him, sighing contentedly into him. For once there wasn’t a ball of tension knotted between her shoulders.

“And I love you, sweetpea,” he murmured, holding her as long as he could, but Juniper pulled away quickly.

“Now you open yours,” she chimed, grabbing a red and green bag.

McCree was grinning ear to ear – it had been years since he’d had a Christmas present like this, not a generic one bought out of coworker obligation. And it was glorious. A puffy red and yellow sweater unfolded as he opened his present. Within 30 seconds he was laughing so hard he was crying. There were all the traditional ugly sweater adornments on it: stout little trees and triangles pieced together in a row and a chunky line pattern, but there was a little extra McCree flare, too. Bright gold Peacekeepers, a row of bullets, and a big ol’ ‘BAMF’ right in the middle made this knitted monstrosity one of a kind.

“Ah, honey,” he said trying to catch his breath, “this is the single best piece of clothing I’ve ever seen! How did you – ”

“Specialty order,” she answered before he could ask. “One of a kind, just like you.”

“Aren’t you just the sweetest,” he gushed, taking off his serape and slipping on the sweater.

“Is it comfy,” she asked tentatively.

“Damn! Is this fleece lined,” the cowboy marveled, rubbing his arms. Juniper nodded. “This thing is magical!”

“I’m glad you like it,” she said biting her lip and looking delighted, “and I’m glad it’s cozy, because it might not 100% one of a kind, but close.” McCree frowned in confusion and Juniper smirked. “Look, I may have loved yours so much I got myself a matching one.”

The entire room laughed again as Jesse pulled his daughter into a glomp saying, “That is the only way you could make this sweater better, honeybun!”

For the rest of the day, Juni and McCree were sporting matching tops and wide smiles. Juniper wore her dress at least once a week for the next few months while her hat ended up being more of a special occasion sort of thing, but the Overwatch members all knew she often wore it when she needed a pick me up and always wore it when her father was away. “To keep him close, no matter what.”

Tags: @watch-your-grammer @winchester-sonsandcastiel @envy-kitty

#mine #overwatch #writing #overwatch drabble #my drabble #drabble #mccree #juniper #winston #tracer #lena #hanzo #mei #daughter series #christmas #christmas daughter series

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eldbitch-horror · 7 years

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Updraft: Dragon Riders

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Adam is a gifted dragon tamer, born to be this way.

Nigel is a nobody, feral and living at the expense of others.

Fate has its ways of bringing unlikely allies together in times of need.

A low rumble shook the ground, disturbing the loose stones on the cave floor. A beast hid deep within, size and might that could scare even the bravest of men. Yet here was a young man, in a simple tunic and cloak approaching. Entering the lair. Another earth shaking noise came from the cave. The man didn’t stop, didn’t flinch. Fearless.

Adam smiled when he saw it. A large dragon with deep blue scales, glistening with tiny crystals embedded in them. They twinkled like stars on a clear night.

“Galaeth, it’s time to wake up.” he whispered, and another earth shaking growl, snore, was interrupted. It rose in pitch to a scratchy whine.

“Galaeth, come on. We have to go to the mountains. Just in case that nest is still abandoned.” It just elicited another raspy whine, but the dragon rolled, pushing his hoard in large waves as he got himself right side up.

“Perhaps we could wait to check nests until the late afternoon?” Galaeth did not speak words, but vibrations from his throat. Adam could understand. He was special.

“It’s going to be hot today, and my britches are already bothering me.” Adam explained.

Adam got the riding saddle ready, nothing like a horse saddle. It was specially made to wrap about the neck, and the very base of the wings to keep it secure. He lined it with sheep hide. If he were a dragon he wouldn’t want the leather rubbing against him all the time.

While he prepared, Galaeth tried to sneak a few more minutes of sleep in. Adam would give him a disapproving huff, and Galaeth, sensitive to his emotions, would stir and sit himself up. He perched, like a grumpy cat. A fifteen ton grumpy cat.

The saddle was prepared, and Adam clambered up his friends legs with help from his head and tail.

“Why are you irritated?” Galaeth asked, thin muzzle tilted back to look directly at Adam with a deep green eye.

“My britches are rubbing my thighs and I don’t like it.” He explained, tugging on the fabric as emphasis, and an attempt to relieve the prickly feeling.

Galaeth was quiet in thought. He didn’t know much about human fashion, but he mused perhaps the fleece that lined his saddle might work for Adam? He knew better than to start poking suggestions at him now though. Instead, he took long strides out into the afternoon sun, making sure not to let Adam get knocked on anything.

Even more stunning in the sun, Galaeth’s wings shifted iridescently, rainbows dancing like the northern lights across the membrane. These too were flecked with ‘stars’. The little crystals throughout his body glistened and reflected light. When the sun hit just right, small rainbows could be traced along the ground around him.

He could feel Adam shifting on his back, bracing for lift off. He didn’t have to ask if he was ready. He broke out into a run. A dragons run is much like a large cats, lunging motions. Surprisingly smooth, and much faster than other gigantic creatures could. His wings spread, and caught the updraft, and they were off.

The climb was a smooth, but slow process. Humans were sensitive little creatures. He knew Adam’s blood needed time to adjust to the changes in atmosphere. Galaeth still had a chuckle every once in awhile at the thought of it. These itty bitty creatures creating bonds with the only creature that was above them on the food chain. Typical human behavior he supposed. He found Adam to be especially crafty. Like the foxes in the woods, conniving, squirming their way into places they shouldn’t be. Like on the back of a dragon.

“Galaeth?” despite their time together, Adam always seemed timid. Not out of fear of the dragon himself, just of speaking in general. “Don’t forget where the nest was.”

Ever patient, Galaeth nodded his head, the spikes along his neck contracting and then stretching with the action. He banked, body going from parallel to vertical of the ground. Adam hung on, leg muscles accustomed to gripping the saddle, feet tucked into the closed stirrups. He refused to use the leg straps. They rubbed too much.

After their sharp turn, they were within the mountains in minutes. High enough that breathing felt more difficult. An elixer kept Adam’s blood accustomed to the lack of oxygen, despite it costing most of the Vfarda he earned. It was essential for his life now.

The dirt was whipped, small rocks flying as Galaeth brought them down for a smooth landing. He helped Adam down with his tail. Adam adjusted his pants, then began walking along the rocky ledge. It was a few square miles, though for a dragon it seemed like a ‘small’ space.

The nest was just a few hundred feet in, burrowed under a ledge. Galaeth kept his distance, but made sure all was well. It was Adams job to find these lost hatchlings. There were no dragon tracks, or evidence besides their own upturning of the mountain sands.

Once he was closer however, Adam saw something beside the nest. Tree? Not even the enchanted saplings grew that fast. A few more steps and Adam stopped dead in his tracks.

“Adam, what is it? You are in danger?” Galaeth asked, still at their landing spot. The voice echoed in Adam’s mind, and he shivered from it. It never stopped feeling intrusive, though not completely unwelcome.

“I don’t know, there’s another human- wait!” Adam was ripped out of his frozen state when he saw the figure picking up an egg, and trying to smash it against a rock.

“Hey! Hey! Stop that!” Adam cried in a voice that didn’t even feel like his own. The figure seemed unafraid, but did set the egg down.

“Adam, think before you act.” The warning went unheeded as Adam was already drawing his dagger from his belt.

“Get away from there!” He snarled. Now that he was closer he could make out features. Long blonde hair, sharp cheekbones, and deep eye sockets. Uneven lips pressed in an unreadable expression. Not that Adam could easily read that anyways.

“Get out of here, kid. These have been here for days. Guys gotta eat.” As he spoke, the man picked up an egg to try and smash it.

Adam shrieked, lungs burning as he covered the ground between them. “No no no!” He snarled, now just a few feet away. This man drew a sword in retaliation, and abandoned his egg to get into a blocking position.

He was too out of breath to say much, but he shook his head, “You can’t do that. They’re mine.” Adam hated lying, and that was not a good lie at all.

“You laid these? Now that I have to see.” The gruff man smirked as he spoke, his eyes not leaving Adam. This made Adam wilt. Not only was his lie bad, but he hated being stared at.

“I didn’t mean that. I mean that they’re mine as in I found them…” He had to stop to take a deep breath, “I have to take them back. Or else they’ll die.” This man seemed unphased. Uncaring. It made Adam’s little rage burn up again.

“I really don’t care, kid. These are mine now. I can live off of these for weeks. What are you even going to do with a fucking dragon? Five dragons? They’ll eat you before you have the chance to give them cute little names.” The man left the defensive position, and into an offensive position.

Before he could follow up his threatening body language, or continue talking any kind of venom, Galaeth came charging in. Adam took several paces back, and the beast put himself between Adam and the rude man. He let out a bellow, every sharp tooth bared, spit flying. The man could feel the heat coming from this creatures belly. For the first time in a long time, the man was shaken. Disoriented even. Galaeths sharp ears were pinned back, and though his maw closed, his lips were still curled back to expose teeth. A deep growl shook the earth beneath them.

Adam was just sitting back, watching. He was quite pleased at this display, and glad for a chance to catch his breath.

“Leave the boy alone.” Galaeth snarled, though Adam was the only one able to understand that.

“These your babys?” The man asked worriedly, “Sorry about that, here you go. Just, I’ll just go, darling.”

“They aren’t his.” Adam chimed in, now getting up to take his place beside Galaeth. Adam alone was just a boy, but beside Galaeth he felt like a hero of the old stories.

“Not his? How do you know?” He realized how stupid he sounded after the words came out of his mouth. He couldn’t possibly be looking at a rider. Dragon rider? Just stories. It had to be.

“This is Galaeth, we are Falder.” Falder was the term for a rider and his dragon. A special bond between the two that went deeper than a telepathic connection. The man seemed stunned by this, still trying to get his wits about him. The strange man decided he would be more careful at who he drew his sword to at a later date.

“Who are you?” Adam inquired bluntly. He was certainly in no mood to be friendly now.

“Names Nigel, could you uh. Ask your friend to quit looking at me like I’m lunch?” The following exchange was bizarre gibberish to him. Mostly gurgles from both the dragon and the boy’s throat. Galaeth did however relent, and Nigel was able to take a deep breath. Now for some smooth talking.

“Would you like some help with these eggs then? I could help carry them. Anything really.”

Adam was going to say now, but Galaeth interrupted him,

“Let him help. I would love to give him a fun ride.” His tone was far too giddy, and Adam picked up that his draconic friend was being devious.

“Fine, yes, you may help.” Adam was still curt, but began gathering the large eggs and putting them in a big satchel. Nigel timidly helped, nervously watching Galaeth just in case a Nigel morsel was due for snack time.

#Spacedogs #fanfiction #my writing #dragons #dragon riders #high fantasy

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notgaybutireallylikeboys-blog · 7 years

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My mother warned me that some nigga’s ain’t my right hand To trust her, only my heart and that elder white man His name is Clancy, I fancy him, gotta give him props He half the reason why dealerships even let me cop So now I’m speedin’ and tryna drive away from the fact That she was right, so I triple left, tryna double back The streets are filled with some clues, like how I ain’t notice that? (How I ain’t see that?) Fuck it, I seen some familiar stuff in the culdesac I pull up, get out, what up? I wanna help, but what you want for some Some niggas really don’t want for themself Now do I stay? Do I go? That’s my dilemma And traffic is picking up, if I don’t leave I'ma get stuck (skrrt) So I speed off, we talk barely and it seems awk- -ward, and I heard through some words that you off it I got too much drive, don’t wanna steer off path And crash and get distracted But I listen to that weather man ‘cause it might rain Keep my windshield wipers prepared 'cause y'all threw so much shade And I got jacket in trunk, but that’s in the front I also got power for both of us if you’re ever in need of jump Just let me know, my nigga

I had to switch the gears on 'em Fishtail in the rearview mir’ on 'em (Skrrt!) I had to switch gears on 'em You know, swerve, left turn, steerin’ wheel on 'em Nigga that’s a pothole, watch out for the pothole Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole Look out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

Snakes in the grass, but I walk I got some new boots, on the back it says GOLF So I be prepared for their bites, they’re all talk I left the condom in the grass so fuck off Watchin’ Clarence in a mansion with nobody in it Young successful nigga, ride McLaren with no windows tinted I draw my piggies when I’m in it 'cause it feels amazin’ The irony is I stopped eatin’ bacon Don’t get it twisted, nigga, I’m still hungry Oh he lonely All my friends talk about their hoes and tenderonies All I can show 'em is a couple cars and more things That I’ve made in the couple past month, he’s on, please Everyone is a sheep, me, a lone wolf Nobody gon’ make a peep 'cause everyone wants some wool Since everyone is a sheep, not everyone here is cool Man I’d rather drown in a pool by myself than fuck with their fleece See, man, T-Man fans be seesaw Wind blows, they go, which way, who knows? One day, “Fuck no, ” the next day, “Okay” But fuck y'all, I know that T is four for four I just want that garden and that Batmobile Good health, success, time on earth worthwhile Find somebody who love me and raise a couple of lizards But my vehicle’s good for now, that’s in a couple of miles I keep it pushin’, nigga

I had to switch gears on 'em Fishtail in the rearview mir’ on 'em (Skrrt!) I had to switch gears on 'em You know, swerve, left turn, steerin’ wheel on 'em Nigga that’s a pothole, watch out for the pothole Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole Look out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

Fuck, okay, next one Gotta watch out for the potholes Said watch out for the potholes

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shadowflame-117 · 7 years

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Chicks Dig A Guy with Scars

Alright so I know in the guide it says Gladio gets his scar protecting Noct from a drunk about 2 years before the trip, but you never see it in brotherhood or anything, which makes me a bit sad (always thirsty for more protective Gladio ;) ) So spent the weekend working on my version of how it goes down. GladioxKit as per usual :D Also since I have no idea what the day to day life of a crownsguard is, I tend to think of them as a type of royal police force...

Kit stood and stretched, grimacing as her back popped. Her day had been spent pouring over reports from her squad, making sure every pending case they had was air tight. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she’d missed lunch again; she was never going to hear the end of it from Ignis and Gladio when they found out.

Grateful that it was Friday, Kit started clearing away her desk in preparation for a weekend off. She was putting away the completed files when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her, tugging her against a large, firm chest. She giggled, a sound her squad would have thought her impossible of making, and looked up into the warm amber eyes of her boyfriend, who was smiling at her.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hey, yourself.”

Gladio placed a brief, chaste, kiss on her lips before finally letting her go and stepping back to give her some room. She placed the file she was holding in the drawer it belonged in then turned to face him, leaning against her desk. He looked like he was just getting off duty himself, wearing his black slacks, a black, sinfully skintight, shirt and an open white button up shirt over top of it.

“Got any plans for tonight?” Gladio asked, absently running his hand through his hair. The sides were shaved, but he was letting the top and back grow out. She’d picked on him about it at first, asking if he was going to grow it out as long as hers, but had quickly grown used to it and even found it super attractive. Plus it was nice tangling her fingers in it when they kissed. Kit smiled and shook her head.

“Nothing to pressing, why?

“Noct and Prompto want to go hang for a bit in the city, wanted to know if you wanted to come.” Since he didn’t mention Ignis, she figured he got stuck in some meeting or other. She was so glad she was a soldier and not an adviser.

“Hmm…spending time with three of my four favorite people? I think I can manage that.” She came up to him and he wrapped his arm around her waist.

“I was hoping you’d say that. Shall we then?”

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Gladio and Kit met up with Noct and Prompto outside of Prompto’s place. The sun was low in the sky; a sunset of golds and reds painting the city in a warm glow on the warm July night. Kit hugged both of them, ruffling Prompto’s hair and laughing when he shoved her hand away.

“Hey!”

“Gods I feel like I haven’t seen either of you in forever.”

“That’s cause Gladio keeps stealing you away all to himself.” Prompto said with a grin and a wink as he fixed his hair. Gladio laughed in response, kissing the top of Kit’s head, clearly not at all sorry.

“Glad you could come tonight.” Noct grinned, falling into step as the friends made their way through the city streets to their usual hangout a few blocks away. All four of them ignored the occasional curious looks from others when they recognized Kit’s uniform as that of a Crownsguard.

“So you two ready to be seniors?”

Noct shrugged and not for the first time, Kit felt a pang of sadness for the happy go lucky boy he had been before his accident. But as usual, Prompto took up his friends slack with a huge grin.

“We are so ready. One more year, and then we’re done with school. Woohoo!”

Kit chuckled. “What about college?”

Prompto shrugged. “You guys didn’t go and you’re doing fine.”

“We’re soldiers, Prompto. Our paths were laid out for the both of us before we were even born.” Gladio replied, his tone dry. Prompto considered that for a moment, then pulled out his ever-present camera, snapping a quick shot of a smiling Kit.

“I’ll just become a photographer…work at the paper or do weddings or something.”

Gladio just scoffed and shook his head. Kit elbowed him in the side hard enough to make him wince. “I think you’ll make a great photographer, Prompto. Besides, you could finally cash in on putting up with His Grumpiness for so long.”

Noct glared at her, but there was small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I wouldn’t have been so grumpy towards you that day if you hadn’t shown up at my door at an ungodly hour.”

“It was nine o’clock in the morning.”

“Like I said. Ungodly hour.”

Prompto burst out laughing as Kit and Gladio just shook their heads. They lapsed into companionable silence as they closed the distance to their destination, the Brightstar Arcade. Kit turned to her companions, a wolfish grin on her face as Gladio held the door open for them.

“Alright boys, who’s ready to go down?”

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The sun had been down for a few hours when the four friends emerged from the arcade. A few street performers had set up shop as crowds enjoyed the late summer night, window shopping, bar hopping, or just listening to the music that spilled over the streets.

“I told you guys not to fall for her tricks.” Gladio rumbled as Prompto and Noct complained about Kit fleecing them. Kit laughed.

“Aww don’t be that way guys. How about this, dinner on me tonight…well, on me with your money.” She grinned. Noct turned with a glare, about to tell just what she could do with her dinner, when a man who had clearly had a bit too much to drink stumbled into Noct.

“Hey, watch it!” Noct grit out as he tried to hold up the much larger man. The man pulled himself off the Prince and frowned, poking his finger at Noct’s chest. Kit and Gladio immediately went on guard, ready for anything. Noct took a step back and the man wavered, scowling.

“You have the nerve to walk into me and then tell me to watch it? You stupid punk…”

Gladio reacted before anyone even saw the knife in the man’s hand, shoving Noct at Kit as the man lashed out drunkenly. The blade came down just as Gladio was turning back to face the drunk, cutting him on the left side of his face vertically from brow to cheek, just barely missing hitting his eye. Face bleeding profusely, Gladio just glared at the drunk, standing between him and his three friends, waiting to see if the man would try to attack again. The drunk blanched slightly and took an involuntary step back when faced with a man even larger than him, who could take a knife to the face and barely even flinch. The street was dead silent as everyone nearby watched.

Kit grimaced as she stood protectively in front of Noct and Prompto, watching as Gladio’s white shirt slowly turned red on the left side. Gladio was the King’s Shield, so he was the one in charge when Noct was in danger, but she wished he would do something, though she figured he was keeping silent because he didn’t want to get any more blood than necessary in his mouth.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw three officers making their way over to see what the commotion was. When they saw the scene before them, they sprinted to close the distance. Kit sneered at the drunk, her voice as cold as the ice goddess Shiva.

“I’m going to put your actions up to you being a drunk dumbass, and not as a man in his right mind attacking our Prince and his friends. For that you can spend the night in jail and sober up, instead of lying here bleeding out on the street.”

“P-prince?...” The drunk focused on Noct, or tried to anyways, and looked like he was about to pass out, knife falling out of suddenly numb fingers. The officers finally arrived on scene and suddenly everyone who had been watching seemed to have somewhere more important to be. Seeing Kit was Crownsguard, they made quick work of arresting the drunk and getting the friends statements.

“Sir would you like us to call for a medic?” One of the officers asked Gladio, whose face was still bleeding pretty heavy. Gladio, keeping his left eye closed, spit blood to the side.

“I’ll be fine, thanks.”

Like hell, Kit thought with a grimace. The officer didn’t seem to believe him any more than she did when he met her gaze. “I’ll get him taken care of after we get his Highness home safe. Thank you, officers.”

The officer who’d spoken nodded at Kit before bowing low to Noct. “Your highness. We apologize for not arriving sooner to keep things from escalating.”

Noct, clearly uncomfortable with the attention and still a bit shaken from seeing Gladio take a knife to the face, just nodded. The mood the rest of the way back to Prompto’s was somber, though Kit would have chuckled at the way Prompto stared at Gladio in awe as he ignored his wound if she wasn’t so annoyed at the big man.

“I had fun tonight, drunk asshole aside.” Kit said to Noct as she hugged him once they’d gotten back. “We gotta hang out more often.”

Noct cracked a small smile. “You’re almost as bad a workaholic as Ignis, but you know where we’ll be if you get free.”

“Yeah, I gotta try to get my money back.” Prompto said as he hugged Kit.

“That’ll never happen, but you’re always welcome to try.” She smiled at the blonde and then turned back to Noct. “Are you staying here tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright. You two stay safe, and call if you need us.” Kit turned to Gladio, putting as much command in her voice as possible. “You. March.”

Gladio chuckled as Kit stalked after him to his truck, making him sit in the passenger side while she drove to her place. The doorman paled at Gladio’s bloody appearance, quickly letting them in. Once they were safely in Kit’s apartment, Gladio went to sit at the kitchen table, stripping off his bloody shirts while Kit grabbed her first aid kit and some damp rags she knew she wouldn’t mind throwing away. She set the kit on the table, using one of the rags to wipe the blood off Gladio’s face before grabbing another to clean the still seeping cut. Gladio closed his eyes as she worked, her feather light touches distracting him from his pain.

“I ought to kick your ass for that stunt, Gladiolus.” Kit said quietly. Gladio opened up his right eye, giving her a small frown.

“I’m the king’s shield. Far better for me to take a blow than Noct, and I wasn’t about to hurt a drunk who will probably have no recollection of the incident tomorrow.”

Kit slapped his bare chest. “I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about you turning down a medic, then walking fifteen blocks with your face slashed open and bleeding.” She took several butterfly clasps and started applying them to the cut. It was deep, but she didn’t think it needed stitches. “Now your pretty face is all ruined and none of those Citadel girls will want you anymore.”

Gladio grinned at her, ignoring the slight pain it caused. “Aww, come on Kitten. I’ve always heard chicks dig guys with scars.”

Kit gave a quiet chuckle as she applied the last clasp. “You better thank your lucky stars this one does.”

She leaned in and kissed him, ignoring the slight coppery taste of his lips, grateful the damage hadn’t been as bad as it could have been.

“Now, go hop in the shower and I’ll get rid of those bloody rags you used to call a uniform. I think I still have one or two of your shirts lying around here somewhere-” She gave a small shriek of laughter when Gladio stood up suddenly, lifting her in his arms at the same time. He smiled wickedly down at her, heading in the direction of her bedroom.

“What are you doing, you big oaf?”

“Taking a shower like you said. But I’m injured so I think you may need to keep a close eye on me. Don’t want to pass out in the shower and make it worse.” He winked. “In fact I think you may need to keep a close eye on me all weekend, just to be safe.”

Kit laughed again but didn’t protest as she was carried into the bathroom.

#gladiolus amicitia #gladio #Gladio gets his first scar #gladiolus amicitia x oc #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #ffxv #ff15 #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ffxv fanfiction #ffxv writings

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nedrime · 6 years

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Chapter 1

I’m sitting in an airport. I am sitting in SLC International to be exact. I’m sitting here waiting for my plane to land so I can board and get the hell out of here. The battery to my Nintendo 3DS is dead and I am left with nothing to do. The plane got delayed by 3 hours which is just long enough to be an inconvenience but not long enough for me to go home. So, what am I left to do? I pop on my headphones and pull up some techno music. Some would call it dubstep but I tend to consider all electronic music techno. I’m sure people are triggered just by reading that but, well, here we are.

The song is an old favorite of mine; Monster.exe nightcore remix. I’ve never listened to the original but I can say that this is one of my favorite nightcore tracks. The vocals are sped up just right and the beats that are added in really make the song stick out from the other nightcore tracks I listen to. I hit play and assume that the usual blast of music will help my ears, allowing me to travel far away from this airport to somewhere more appealing.

Then, the unexpected became expected. When I hit play the whole world went dark. “What the fuck is going on?!” I try to say but no voice came out of my mouth. Really, what's going on, am I in some trance state? Did the beer I drank earlier literally make me blackout? I know I’m a total lightweight but this would be extreme even for me.

Okay, I need to get a grip on what’s going on; I can still hear the music but I am no longer wearing headphones. I can move my mouth but no words come out. I started to feel myself up to make sure nothing about me changed. I feel like an engineer taking stock of the ship before liftoff: Legs, fine, chest, too small but fine, Hair, still there (haha it rhymes!). Okay all the basics seem to be in order so what happens next? I might have my body but I can’t see anything and as I wave my hands around, I can’t touch anything. All I can hear is the music still playing in the background.

I try to move around, see if that will change anything. I can feel my legs moving but nothing seems to change. I don’t run into anything or fall down in anyway. I’m just walking. Okay really, what the fuck is going on?! The song repeats itself. This time though light begins to shine in the distance. As each beat hits my body the light gets brighter and brighter. Am I dying? Is this my way of going towards the light? I’m only 28 years old I don’t want to go to the light just yet! I mean, I’m not really doing anything with my life but that’s not the point! I am full of potential! I have so many video games left to play before the world ends. Hell, I’ve never beaten Final Fantasy X!

The light is coming towards me. There is no escaping it. I try to walk backwards but it seems like a wall has been filling in the space between me and the void. I can only go forward, I can only go towards the light. Knowing that I had no other choice, I begin to run as fast as possible towards my inevitable future. I don’t know what I am getting myself into but I am going to go into it head first! Oh man I really wish I was wearing better shoes right now, these sandals just aren’t keeping up with me.

Finally, the light is upon me, I can feel its warmth surrounding me like a fleece blanket. It's everything I’ve wanted in life. This must be what harmony feels like. Nothing in the world matters and yet, everything has value. I can still hear the music but something about it has changed. It no longer has the oppressive tones that were hold me down. Instead I am lifted up by it. Between the music, and the light, I felt like anything was possible. If I wanted something to exist, I could create it. If I wanted something to end, I could destroy it with the flick of a wrist. I had no desire to destroy though, my heart was firmly on the thought of creation.

I can see myself now, 28 year old Setsunasa. Normally, I look down on my body. Especially as I’ve gotten older I have found that things are jutting out in places I wouldn’t like. I fear for the day when I turn into my Baci. I’ve seen the pictures, she used to look like me; Thin with big hips and less than exciting chest. But something happened between her 20s and her 70s that made her balloon (her words, not mine). None of those emotions mattered now though, all I could feel is joy for being in this place.

I decide to test what I knew was in my heart; I am going to create something. First, I need a chair. I focus my mind and boom! There’s a chair. Next I need a table. It was easier this time (I’m getting the hang of this already?) and without much thought, a table came into being. Now this is where things get interesting. I knew what I wanted, something that I have wanted for years now. I focus my mind and build the image in my mind. Its coming into view, I can see it now. Yes, I can create it and it will be such a great creation.

I managed to create, a DOPE gaming PC! We are talking all the bells and whistles on this thing! Dual graphics cards, high end processor, and RAM for days! I might be in some strange twilight zone world but, I am going to be able to go hard on some witcher 3.

Just as I sit down to start up the game, everything goes black again. I fall to the ground as the chair I was sitting on disappears. I try to feel for the table or the computer but both are out of reach. Are they even still here? Why is it when something was about to be amazing I lose it! This reminds me of that time Pan bought me a breakfast burrito from Beto’s after I had a long shift at work but I ended up getting too sick to eat it. This is just another instance of the universe conspiring against me! Okay so I am back in the void, what’s going to happen next.

I feel a tap on my shoulder. I brush it off trying to focus on the situation at hand, not a spasm on my shoulder. There’s another tap, and then a push. I open my eyes (I thought they were open already) to find that I am back at the airport. I am sitting in my uncomfortable chair (really they make them too small on purpose!) and someone who is wearing wings taps my shoulder again. She then asks, “Ma’am. Are you alright? You were shaking quite a bit in your sleep. I was worried I would have to call the paramedics to come in and check on you.”

I shake my head and then ask her, “Hey when is the flight to Phoenix going to land?” The woman replies with a inquisitive look and says, “Ms. that flight left hours ago. I think you may have slept through it. If you want I can look into getting you schedule for another flight, although you will have to pay a fee.” Ah fuck. Elliott is going to be quite upset with me when she finds out I missed my flight because I was sleeping. I’ll work it out with her though, All I gotta do is help her rank up in Overwatch and she’ll forgive me.

The woman continues to stare at me, I think I was supposed to reply to her. Finally I respond, “Oh that’ll be alright miss, I’ll just have to get a flight out there another time. Sorry for interrupting your day!”

“Oh it’s no trouble at all, making sure our customers are taken care of is what we do at Delta.” Yeah, I mean they could have woken me up from my sleep so I could make it to my flight but, you can’t always win. That is interesting to think about though; there must have been 200 people waiting to get on that flight and NO one took the chance to ask me if that was the flight I was waiting for. As Jim Morrison said (and I know this is out of context), people are strange, when you’re a stranger. The woman walked away likely off to distant lands. Or, ya know she could end up in Iowa. Not saying there’s anything wrong with Iowa its just, if I were a flight attendant, I don’t think that would be my desired destination.

Okay, gotta get a grip on things. I just fell asleep really quickly. That’s right! And the reason I could still hear the song was because my brain picked up the noise through my ears. That happens all the time right? I mean, its never happened to me but there’s always a time to experience new things! Now, in the dream it didn’t feel like I was there for very long but according to the kind ladies words (I really should have checked for a nametag, I’m terrible at these things up front and great with them in hindsight) I I was asleep for hours. That makes sense, dreamtime doesn’t work the same way as real time. I just gotta accept that this was the case and move forward. I could spend the rest of my life trying to determine which time is the REAL time or if there even is real time but I’d like to walk away from today with some semblance of sanity.

I shrug off the event entirely and move forward with my day. Thankfully I only had a carry on bag so I won’t be without any of my clothes or bathroom supplies (is that a weird way to refer to them? You decide!). Oh geez, now is the call of shame; I gotta call up Pan and tell him I slept through my flight and I’ll need him to drive all the way back out to the airport to get me. There’s no sense in lying to him for two reasons: 1. I have a worse poker face than Christopher Walken and 2. He would use his magic to get it out of me anyways.

Okay, I whip out my phone and, trying to steady my hand I pull up my recent call history. Oh look at that, it’s pretty much all Pan! There’s a lonely call from Elliott in a sea of Pan. I really need to get more friends. Okay you got this Setsunasa, just be clear about what happened, throw in a bit of grovelling and he will come get you.

The phone dials once. Dials twice. Dials a third time. And then, boom!

“You fucked up didn’t you?” Pan’s voice wasn’t one of anger or malice, more like a friend who knew you were flying too close to the sun and warned you not to go further but you went anyways.

Timidly I reply, “Yeah. Fell asleep and no one woke me up until the plane had already left. Gotta love that Delta customer service!”

“Figured as much. It’s not to say that I planned for this to happen but, I had a feeling Utah wouldn’t let you leave quite that easily. You know she is a fickle mistress and doesn’t like to lose her possessions.”

“So, being that I am stuck at the airport with nowhere to go, could you help a sister out and pick me up?”

Pan pauses a moment, just enough time to scare me and then he finally says, “I’m already getting into the car, I’ll be there in 45. Just don’t drink too much at the airport bar, you owe me a shot of vodka when we get back to the house.”

“Thanks man, I owe ya two.”

“Damn straight! I’ll call you when I get to the airport.” And with that, Pan ended the call. I really did owe Pan alot. He might give me shit for missing my flight, but he always had my back. It's the type of friendship where you can fart around each other and no one bats an eye. I feel like you can gauge your friendship by how you deal with bodily functions around one another. Acquaintances will try to hold it back as you don’t want to embarrass yourself around someone new. As you get to know them better and you become good friends, you may let one rip and make a big deal about it to freak them out. But best friend level is when you go for the gold and no one bats an eye. It's just a part of your daily routine. Also yes I realize I just wrote an entire paragraph about farts and, well I don’t really know what to do with that but it stays!

There wasn’t much for me to do inside the airport so I decided to leave and get some fresh air. I double checked the perimeter to make sure the goon patrol were busy with other errands and well, when I got outside I promptly pulled a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket and lit one up. I know you’re going to take a moment to condem my actions but you gotta understand, I got hooked when I was 19 and ever since then it's been a battle to quit. There’s just something about the drag of a cigarette that puts everything into perspective. When I first started I thought of myself as a female Bob Dylan. Cigarette hanging off the bridge of the guitar, croaning(not sure how to spell it…) out tunes, and being the tortured artist. 8 years later, I can’t play guitar for shit, I am a terrible writer, and I still smoke cigarettes. That means I got one out of three right?

Anyways, 45 minutes or so passed and Pan showed up in his subaru outback. It wasn’t much to look at, a red subaru from the early 2000s full of odds and ends. Pan claimed he was going to use them to sell at the shop but the collection just kept getting larger. The car used to sit five but now it was tough for a single person to find space to sit.

Pan rolls down the window and I toss the cig. “Hey Zofia, think you can stay awake long enough to have a conversation on the ride back or am I going to be cranking out some audiobooks?”

“Fuck you dude! 1. Its Setsunasa not Zofia and 2. I think I got all the sleep I need for a day so you’ll just have to deal with my company.”

“I think I can handle that, Cmon, toss your bag in the back and hop on in.” I give him a look that says his recommendation is a futile one and I decide to hop into the car, bag on my lap.

We start to drive and after a few minutes Pan breaks the silence, “Sorry you missed your flight man, I can’t believe not a single person woke you up to get on the plane!”

“I’m saying! I bet if I was wearing something other than jeans and a White Stripes T someone would have woken me up.”

“That’s gotta be it! The people walking by your lifeless corpse thought to themselves, ‘ya know I’d wake her up but she’s too early 2000s for me. Don’t need that sort of rif-raff on the plane!”

“I can’t believe you just used the phrase riff-raff. Really though people are so focused on their own day I could have been naked and they would have still walked by.”

The whole car ride went by with the usual sort of conversations. Just a guy and a gal shitting on other people. That’s how you build friendships folks! Find someone who you can make fun of others with. We always try to play fair though. I wouldn’t say we are a couple of gossipers, just folks who build barriers around themselves by pushing other people away. It also helps our egos when we can spend 45 minutes talking smack. In my heart and I know in Pan’s we generally like people. There are definitely groups that Pan has a problem with and sure I’m the same way but in the day to day I would say we are both friendly to our neighbors. I don’t know why I feel the need to defend ourselves to you but I think its in the hopes you won’t see us in such a terrible light right off the bat. We have many more pages and adventures to go on before my story concludes so, hop in and sit back for the ride!

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