#I ran out of room for images on here so i had to link some

[kachikirby]

SD Gundam Gaiden NEO: The Forbidden Magic - The Cursed Gund-Graph Notes

The original write up of the story for this arc is by earthofhomozu on Instagram. I just translated them and adapted it into English. The card artwork also comes from their posts.

Complete Card Art in High Quality can be found here.

The previous arc is over here, so read that before reading this.

This summary will be long so I'm putting it under a cut.

The Benerit Nation, a powerful country headed by the Benerit Clan once saw the Dragon Village in a certain forest as dangerous, destroyed it, expanded its state in the "WilderLance", and reigned supreme, was about to destroy the forest where the surviving children of the Dragon Village lived.

However, the Benerit Clan was not prepared for the appearance of Magic Knight Gundam Aerial, a wandering drifter and wielder of the magic sword Escutcheon, who would not tolerate any of their savagery!

Aerial was a member of the Gundam Clan like Knight Gundam Lfrith, the hero who once fell with the Dragon Village and stood up together with Mage Suletta, a fairy who lived in the forest, to protect the people of the Dragon Village.

The three families of the Benerit Nation vied for the credit and were defeated by Aerial. Noble knight Gundam Pharact, who was secretly implanted with a Gund Gem, was transformed into Monster Pharact Dragon due to an outburst of magical power!

Aerial defeated Pharact Dragon with the help of the spirits summoned by the mysterious Summoner Prospera. However, the survivors of the dragon village in the forest became known to the Benerit Clan…. And two “Magic Knight” Gundams, who did not belong anywhere, were also aiming for the forest.

Aerial was a traveling knight, but after interacting with the children of the forest, where the survivors of the dragon village lived, they decided to repay them by fighting the Benerit Clan again to protect them and the forest.

The Gund Gem on Aerial's forehead can produce magic power attributed to the spirits which it has contracted with, and if it contracts with a stronger spirit, the magic power it produces will reach the realm of the mystical! But why did a traveler like Aerial have a Gund Gem, the treasure from the Dragon Village?

Aerial is able to use a new magic sword through a contract with Dryad Echo, a spirit of the forest, and Ore Gnome, a spirit of earth, which were both summoned by Prospera, a summoner who exceled in magic power. Despite this, she was still surrounded by many mysteries.

Aerial's Magic Sword Escutcheon was now stronger, but the additional contracts consumed more magic power. The problem was that the consumption can be reduced with Gund Gems. Because of its power, the Benerit Clan desired the Gund Gem even though they considered it dangerous.

Aerial had renewed their determination, but there was one problem. The noble knight they defeated in the previous chapter had been following them around, begging to become their apprentice.

In the previous chapter, Noble Knight Darilbalde aka Noble Knight Dilanza and his partner, Noble Knight Guel, were reported missing by the Benerit Clan's main army after being defeated by Magic Knight Gundam Aerial.

However, after being defeated by Aerial and marveling at their strength and swordsmanship, Darilbalde became so enamored with magic that he betrayed the Benerit Clan and volunteered to become Aerial's apprentice!

He was so determined that even Aerial was overcome by his insistence. However, since he did not have a Gund Gem, he asked Nika, the blacksmith, to make him a magic sword.

Darilbalde's magic sword had the ability to fly and strengthen its power, but unlike Aerial's Magic Sword Escutcheon, it did not contain the power of a spirit. Furthermore, training was essential to control it by imbuing it with magical power through alchemical magic.

Darilbalde learned basic alchemy magic from Aerial and through daily practice, he grew to be able to control the three prototype magic swords. In order to repay the children of the village for their kindness, he reformed himself, changed his name, and became an official member of the Aerial's group in order to protect the village!

Mage Suletta, who lived in the forest and was entrusted by Summoner Prospera to protect Priestess Miorine, had renewed her determination to stand up to the Benerit Clan. She was a hard worker who was not as good as Aerial, but was still an excellent mage.

Since she and Aerial fought the Benerit tribe with great bravery in the previous chapter, she was officially recognized as the escort of Priestess Miorine, and Miorine gave her clothes containing the power of her prayers, giving her a makeover.

This clothing also allowed her to speak with the enigmatic Spirit Erichts that Summoner Prospera has contracted with. Also, like Darilbalde, she continued to train in magic with Aerial in order to become more powerful.

Meanwhile, the Benerit clan's three families were competing for the Gund Gem, and the balance of power within the clan was on the verge of collapse!

Knight Aerial, Knight Darilbalde, and Mage Suletta's combined efforts to train and protect the children of the village have made Miorine more aware of her role as a priestess of the village.

As a priestess, she has become the representative of the village, and while protecting the village, she has become active in giving permission to those who have reformed and seek to join the village, such as Darilbalde, and in instructing them to develop equipment and prepare for battle in order to improve the defenses for the protection of the village.

Also, as before, she would continue to take care of the fields, especially the tomatoes. She has been busy taking care of and interacting with the “Priestess Dragon,” which she had kept hidden from everyone in the village in previous chapters.

The dragon child communicated only with Miorine, and was so much more of a secret to Miorine than the Gund Gem. What was the true identity of the child dragon?

And besides Miorine, the only other people who know of the existence of the dragon are Summoner Prospera and, surprisingly, Shaddiq of the Grassley family!

Meanwhile, one of the defenders of the village, Hunter Chuchu, struggled to keep up with the others!

Equipped with newly created armor by blacksmith Nika, she has grown so much through training with her mentor, Warrior Demi Trainer, that she is a match for an ordinary MS Clan member.

She has also learned to make calm judgments by borrowing Warrior Demi Trainer's beloved dog and following him when necessary, while still maintaining her passionate spirit and growing as a hunter.

The relationship between the three families within the Benerit Clan has worsened, and they are not strong enough to invade the village of dragons again, even though the villagers are not ready to fight.

Noble Knight Guel, who managed to survive his defeat by Aerial in the previous chapter, was surprised by Darilbalde's reformation and Aerial's strength, and he himself had infiltrated the Dragon Village under the name “Bob” by disguising his identity.

At first, he was surprised by the strength of the Aerial's magic and intended to learn their secret, but as he lived in the village, he changed his mind.

The wonderful alchemical magic he saw in the village, which was used for protection, and the atmosphere of kindness among the village people he met in the cafeteria, regardless of their status, made him wonder why the Benerit Clan was trying to destroy the village.

The children of the village were also preparing for the Benerit Clan to attack again.

Soon, the Benerit Clan had once again begun their invasion of the Dragon Village. However, the competition among the three families for the Gund Gems was surely leading the Benelit tribe to an internal collapse.

While Noble Knight Guel (Bob) was questioning the invasion of the Dragon Village, the next head of the Peil family, Noble Knight Elan, was discouraged by the way his family was doing things.

This was because Noble Knight Gundam Pharact, which should have been defeated by Magic Knight Aerial in the previous chapter after becoming a monster due to an incomplete Gund Gem causing him to go berserk, appeared before Elan!

In fact, this Pharact was a refined individual and duplicate of the original Pharact that the Peil family had created by studying the magical technology of the Dragon's Village! His appearance under his cloak was shrouded in mystery.

The unexpected reunion with Pharact made Noble Knight Elan disappointed with the Peil family's way of doing things. He also remembered Mage Suletta, who he had met in the previous chapter.

Elan and Guel are troubled. However, Shaddiq's ambition is only getting stronger..!

Warrior Demi Trainer is one of the few adults in the village who not only served as a mentor to Hunter Chuchu but also trained her in preparation for the next invasion of the Benelit Clan into the Dragon Village!

He foresaw a rematch with Noble Knight Michaelis, whom he confronted in the previous chapter, and was training himself for battle, like Aerial's group, in order to defeat him.

Recently, Nika had been asked by Darilbalde to help him, and the hardworking blacksmith made a prototype of a magic sword that did not require spirits or strong magic power with her advanced smithing and refining skills, based on the technology of Aerial's magic sword.

Blacksmith Till, who works with Nika, was a taciturn child who demonstrated his dexterity through his work. Even though he was a blacksmith, he was also in charge of cooking in the cafeteria and does this by doing things such as preparing fish. Perhaps because of his skill with blades, he was in charge of finishing Nika's magic sword.

Still other children of the dragon village were each preparing for the return of the Benerit Clan!

As the Benerit Clan's army was about to invade the Dragon Village once again, the people of the village were also on the move.

Two people run a tool shop in the village, Toolmaker Cecelia and Toolmaker Rouji. They seemed to be struggling with their inventory of various tools they had received so far, so they generously provided assistance to Aerial against the attack of the Benerit Clan.

On the other hand, Toolkeeper Rouji was familiar with the history of the old dragon village that was once destroyed because he kept the records of the previous dragon village, but he does not seem to know why the traveler Aerial was equipped with a Gund Gem.

Hunter Felsi,” a hunter like Hunter Chuchu, was preparing for a new attack from the Benerit Clan and was ready to fight. Accompanying Felsiin the forest is Petra, the pharmacist.

Petra was able to gather and use usable medicinal herbs, and was personable and kind to the newly reformed Darilbalde and the mysterious Bob (Guel). She supports her new village friends.

The Benerit Clan had once again started to move their forces to attack the dragon village, but the deteriorating relationship between the three families has become even more muddled, and their positions were falling apart.

However, neither of them knew that a mysterious army, neither from the Benerit clan nor from the Dragon Village, would appear…!

The Benerit clan, who viewed the Gund Gems as dangerous and wanted its power, marched into the Dragon Village with a force led by Headman Vim, the martial leader of the Jeturk family.

However, the balance of power among the three families was no longer in balance within the Benerit clan, and the real leader of the Benerit Clan was Noble Knight Michaelis of the Grassley family. The Grassley family supported Shaddiq with Michaelis and Soldier Beguir-Pente at the helm.

Noble Knight Michaelis and Warrior Demi Trainer clash because of their history from the previous chapter, but Michaelis' mission was actually a diversion, and he was fighting on the front lines for Shaddiq's plan to investigate the legends of WilderLance.

Aerial and co were fighting without knowing it was a diversion, but with the magic and power that each of them had accumulated through their training, the Benerit Clan was no longer an enemy.

Just when it looked as if Aerial and other villagers would be victorious, two Gundam Clan members appeared! They were Magic Knights like Aerial.

One of the knights, Magic Knight Gundam Lfrith Ur, attacked first. It seemed that they are aiming at Aerial, but to everyone's surprise, he had a Gund Gem on his forehead!

This Gund Gem was not a concoction of the Peil family, but a genuine Gund Gem. Furthermore, while the Gund-Graph that caused Pharact to go out of control in the previous chapter appeared, it attacked him without any relation at all!

Ur's “I'll make you into my family” also utilized the power of the Gund-Graph by the addition of a Gund Gem that contained “malicious intent”.

At this time, neither the children of the Dragon Village nor Aerial were aware of the fact that Ur's Gund Gem was the very same one used by Swordsman Gundam Lfrith Junior, who had once protected the previous Dragon Village!

During the clash between Aerial and the other children of the Dragon Village and the Benerit Clan, Magic Knight Gundam Lfrith Thorn, one of the two Gundams equipped with Gund Gems and a Magic Knight like Aerial, suddenly appeared!

While he excels at speed combat, utilizing his quickness instead of the power-oriented fighting of his partner, Magic Knight Gundam Lfrith Ur, he also had a twisted side that likes to destroy things.

His Gund Gem is the very Gund Gem of the former Swordsman Gundam Lfrith Junior, and it was a mystery why they possessed it.

The Gundam Gem contained Lfrith Junior's regret, and therefore, a destructive impulse is given alongside power to those who become its dependents. However, surprisingly for Lfrith Junior, it also harbored the “malice” that he possessed.

Noble Knight Michaelis was defeated by the two Magic Knights who suddenly entered the battle, and the Benerit Clan, which was also on the verge of internal collapse, was defeated. The two Knights used the power of the Gund Gem to create a private army that turned on Aerial and other village children!

Magic Knight Gundam Lfrith Ur and Magic Knight Gundam Lfrith Thorn, who suddenly entered the battle, did not belong to either the Dragon Village or the Benerit Clan, but they had a strong grudge against both of them!

The two brought with them Armor Gundvölva, Desultor Doll, and Stone Prodoros, doll-shaped monsters created by the power of the Gund Gems.

Although these monsters were possessed with the malicious power of the two, they were defeated one after another by Aerial's group, which had grown stronger through their previous training.

However, Ur and Thorn drew more power from the Gund Gem than Aerial, and as expected, the group struggled.

Ur and Thorn controlled a Gund-Graph, which was created when the Gund Gem goes out of control. They fused with the monsters of their army, transforming into a gigantic synthetic magical beast, the Monster Chimera Ur Thorn.

Unlike Pharact in the previous chapter, Ur and Thorn retained their sanity and were powered by the Gund-Graph emitted from their Gund Gems that were full of “malice”. They marched forward, trampling the surviving Benerit Clan in the front line!

Furthermore, the Chimera was also overwhelmingly durable, as even if it receives some wounds, it could reconstitute itself by taking in further monsters and fusing them together.

Outnumbered, Aerial asked Summoner Prospera to summon something and was prepared to put their life on the line for “a decisive action”! There was no way they could win without further borrowing the power of the spirits!

Aerial released new storm and thunder magic power through a contract with Spirit Cloudbuster, the storm spirit summoned by Prospera, and Spirit Judgithor, the lightning spirit! Aerial's magic sword with all its might finally shattered the Gund Gem of Chimera Ur Thorn, and defeated Ur and Thorn!

However, the damage from the battle with Ur and Thorn, as well as the recoil of energy from the magical sword Escutcheon, which contained powerful magic energy from four different spirits, injured Aerial severely to the point that their armor shattered.

While Priestess Miorine was concentrating on healing Aerial with recovery magic, it was revealed that Shaddiq was secretly hiding for this chance!

During this, Noble Knight Shaddiq captured Miorine's dragon baby, and together with Noble Knight Michaelis, who had been standing by, outwitted the head of the family, Vim, under the pretense of being defeated!

Shaddiq had independently researched the lore of WilderLance and had his sights set on the dragon. In order to outwit the entire Benerit Clan and monopolize the village's secrets, he took advantage of this opportunity and went to the “land of lore” to learn more of the dragon's secrets after obtaining the village's dragon child.

On the other hand, Ur and Thorn were actually the mages Sophie and Norea from the old village records. They were interested in the Dragon Village and were acquainted with the elders of the village at that time.

However, in the previous fall of the village, they were separated from the escapees and nearly died. During this time, a “terrible malice” whispered to them to resent those who attacked and abandoned them (this was a misunderstanding), causing them to have a deep hatred for both sides.

And from the shattered Gund Gem of Ur and Thorn… a shadow of the “malice” that planted a seed of resentment in Sophie and Norea appeared……

The mysterious spirit Spirit Ericht with various elements was used by Summoner Prospera. In the previous chapter, Ericht with fire and water elements had appeared, and they continued to appear in this chapter.

Prospera summoned spirits with powerful elements through the Erichts, but is it possible to contract so much that even Aerial would destroy themselves? The mage Suletta can also speak with them, but she does not understand their true intentions.

Prospera was a mystery, but she hated the Benerit Clan, so she joined the group. However, the new village was destroyed by Ur and Thorn. After healing Aerial, Priestess Miorine rose to her feet.

Before searching for a new safe haven, she followed Shaddiq and his subordinates to save the dragon child, the source of the village's power!

How will Aerial be revived? And what does Prospera think as the three families become completely independent and the internal collapse of the Benerit Clan continues? And what is the identity of the shadow in the ruined village?

(End of Chapter)

[rafesangelita]

♡ when a double date with rafe leads to him feeling a sense of familiarity + you may have revealed your biggest secret yet..

warnings: mean!rafe. enemies to ???, suggestive language, lots of cussing lol, slight angst, mild sexting, light degradation (reader and rafe just like being snarky towards each other), sexual tension, flirty banter (?), slight arguing

a/n: this is part two of this fic right here! if you’d like to be added to the taglist just comment on this post or leave me an ask <3 i do plan to write three more parts to this!

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[1:19 AM] countryclub: we have the same area code.

you felt cold sheer panic run through your veins at the revelation, your heart beating in your ears as you kept rereading his message. you refused to believe what he said to be true. this couldn’t be happening. sharing the same area code could only mean one thing— both of you resided on the island.

sure, the island was small, but it couldn’t be that small.. right? your mind was reeling, everything that you two had talked about, the pictures that you two shared, over the last few months ran through your mind at lightning speed. tossing your phone to the side, you rested your head in your hands, trying your best to piece something, anything, together. this mystery man didn’t talk like anyone you knew, or so you thought. you chewed on your bottom lip, your chest rising and falling as you realized that you hadn’t even confirmed if you two shared the same area code. for all you know he could just be making up some lame excuse for leaving you high and dry.

yeah, that had to be it.

[1:33 AM] brattydiaries: fuck you. i don’t believe that.

[1:35 AM] brattydiaries: i don’t need you to come up with some elaborate lie in order to spare my feelings. if you weren’t serious about reaching out to me in the first place, then you shouldn’t have asked for my number.

rafe was pacing back and forth in his room, the taste of tequila from his earlier activities still lingering on his tongue. he scoffed once your messages came in, his eyes narrowing at his screen as he scratched the back of his neck. insinuating that he didn’t really want to talk to you was just flat out insane. nowadays, all he could do was imagine the way your voice would sound in his ears while he pounded you in, the thoughts and images of you taking up his headspace.

[1:38 AM] countryclub: are you fucking stupid?? i was very serious about wanting to talk to you, you live in my fucking brain.

[1:39 AM] countryclub: 252. that’s the area code for kildare island.

[1:39 AM] countryclub: and judging by the way you post your nail appointments every two weeks, along with all the sexy lil try-on hauls you did for me, i could confidently say that you’re not a pogue.

your eyes widened in horror. only someone who lived on kildare island would know about the whole ‘kooks vs. pogues’ thing. besides the confirmation with the area code, you knew he wasn’t lying. you stared blankly at the screen, having no idea what to say or even do about this situation. having these kinds of blogs and letting anyone you knew in real life find out about them was social suicide. maybe not so much for rafe, but you? you were a totally different person out here. you had a reputation to uphold, you couldn’t risk the scrutiny you or your parents would face if anyone ever found out.

as mad as you were at the mystery man behind the screen for ghosting you without an explanation, you could understand his sudden disappearance now that you currently felt sick to your stomach at the realization. he was far too close for comfort. based off of his username, you knew you two had to be running in the same social circles, your blood running cold at the thought of this person being someone you might’ve had contact with before. figure eight wasn’t big enough to keep a secret like this, it was only a matter of time before you two would unintentionally reveal yourselves to one another.

[1:50 AM] brattydiaries: this can’t go on any longer. sorry not sorry.

you ignored the small pang of hurt in your chest when you pressed send. apart of you hoped that he wouldn’t let you off so easily. you couldn’t deny the thrilling feeling that sat in your tummy at the prospect of knowing who he is but also being utterly clueless at the same time.

[1:55 AM] countryclub: nah.

[1:55 AM] countryclub: i got you right where i want you now.

there was no way in hell rafe was going to just allow you two to go back to not talking. he did it once, but he wouldn’t be able to do it again. especially now that he knows everything he wants is on his side of the island. just in arm’s reach. obviously, he couldn’t physically stop you from blocking him, but at least he knew that if you responded to him then you two were on the same page.

and sure enough..

[1:59 AM] brattydiaries: whatever.

were you scared shitless? yes. did you believe that this was going to backfire in some way? most definitely; but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want this. whatever little sexting arrangement you two had going on, it was the only relatively exciting thing you had going for yourself and you weren’t necessarily ready to let it go.

[2:03 AM] countryclub: so can i call you or what?

you shook your head even though he couldn’t see you.

[2:05 AM] brattydiaries: fuck no. goodnight.

rafe smiled down at his phone before getting ready for bed, both of you finding it nearly impossible to get any kind of sleep. when you woke up the next morning, you were met with at least a dozen messages from chanel.

[8:10 AM] chanel ♡: topper just dropped me off at home..

[8:12 AM] chanel ♡: crazyyyyy night.. but anyways! me and you are going on a double date tonight. idk who topper is bringing but you don’t get to say no because love me, okay!?

[8:12 AM] chanel ♡: LMAO imagine it’s rafe

[8:18 AM] chanel ♡: omg you srsly need to wake up already and come over so you could help me choose an outfit!!

you continued reading through her texts, already dreading tonight’s plans as you decided to go ahead and get the day started so you could get this whole ‘date night’ thing over with. even though chanel jokingly said topper would bring rafe to be your date, you really hoped that wasn’t the case. the last thing you felt like doing was fighting or bickering with him because of your indifferences. after spending the afternoon rummaging through chanel’s closet, she finally settled on a dress that she hasn’t worn out before. “where are we even going?” you asked.

“topper said it’s a surprise so he’s picking both of us up from here.” she smiled, her words making you roll your eyes. you hated not knowing what you were getting yourself into. yet again, here you were, sexting with a stranger who just might not be a stranger after all. by the time topper texted chanel that he was outside, you two were in full glam, ready for whatever tonight may bring you. topper opened the doors for both of you, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you two. “we weren’t sure how to dress, sooo..” topper nodded, “yeah, i can see that.”

topper had on a casual outfit, a stark difference to the mini dresses and heels you and chanel currently wore. “now is probably a good time to tell us where we’re going.” you quipped from the backseat. at your cattiness, chanel flashed you a glare. “rafe offered up his boat, so i figured we’d just have a couple drinks, have a good time, ‘you know?” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as chanel happily agreed. this was bullshit. not only did you have to spend the next few hours with rafe on his stupid boat, but you were sure this ‘double date’ was going to turn into a third wheeling act real fast.

fifteen minutes later, and rafe was reaching out to help you onto the druthers, an annoyed look written all over his face as you tossed your purse at him first. “what? i don’t want my bag to fall in the water, okay?!” taking hold of your hand, rafe caught a glimpse of your nails, the french tip design looking oddly familar. you squeezed his palm, stepping onto the deck with a sigh. topper and chanel had already made their way inside the cabin area, both of them laughing as they slid the door shut, leaving you and rafe all by yourselves. it was moments like these that made you wish you could be anywhere else.

rafe scanned your outfit, his eyes lingering on your cleavage before you turned around, annoyed. “i guess it’s a good thing topper didn’t mention i’d be spending majority of my night with you. ‘cause i wouldn’t have came.” you snatched your purse back, your heels clicking against the deck as you sat on one of the cushioned chairs near the lounging area. rafe grabbed his cooler, deciding to entertain your antics since all you two had was time. “mmm, i don’t know about that. apart of me thinks you like arguing with me. i know i do.” you scoffed, a bittersweet smile gracing your lips.

“yeah? i bet. female attention seems to be something you lack.” rafe laughed, taking a seat next to you. “oh, i can guarantee you that’s not the case.” he scooted closer, unscrewing the cap from his beer. yeah, right. you knew all about rafe’s inability to hold onto a relationship, rumors of his emotional unavailability spreading around the island like wildfire. “no? i’m sorry, i just assumed since, you know.. you’re a full time asshole.” rafe put his beer down, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed thickly. “only with you, i am.”

you laughed, finally meeting his gaze. he was a lot closer than you thought, his cologne filling your senses as your eyes flickered down to his lips for a second. “so i’m special then?” you had a faux innocent look in your eyes as you blinked up at him, the sight making his jaw clench. “no,” he smiled, leaning in, “but i can be nice. i can be real nice.” the insinuation made your cheeks heat as his face was just mere inches away from your own. tilting your head, you flashed him a sweet smile before shoving him in the chest.

“that’s never going to happen.” rafe acted like you didn’t have any effect on him, but inside? he was fighting every urge to pick you up and take you back to tanneyhill. he couldn’t help but feel like he knew you more than you let on, your demeanor reminding him of a certain someone. “can i ask why?” he watched as you grabbed his beer, your lipgloss smudging around the rim as you took a swig. “why i don’t like you, or why i won’t let you fuck me?” rafe leaned back in his chair, his thighs spreading as he crossed his arms over his chest.

well you definitely had a way with words..

rafe took the time to get a really good look at you. he had a feeling about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, the familiarity driving him crazy. he was determined to figure you out. “both.” he answered, taking his beer back from you. slipping your heels off, you brought your feet up and got comfortable in your spot next to rafe. “well i only realized i didn’t like you when i found out you had been talking about me first. so, really, i should be asking you why you don’t like me.”

rafe blinked. all this time he thought that you felt the way you did just because. “how come you never asked me then?” you stayed silent for a few moments before shrugging. “everyone has always made their assumptions about me. about my parents, about my life.. but no one really knows me, or what really goes on in my home. i just let people think whatever they want.” rafe’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “what do you mean?” at his words, you realized you may have said too much.

putting your defense back up, you backed away from him slightly before you scoffed. “you’re the last person i’d ever confide in, rafe.” the man next to you immediately recognized what you did, having veered away from being vulnerable a countless amount of times himself. rafe couldn’t help but keep digging. “let’s go tit for tat, then. you tell me something, anything you want, and i’ll say something in return. ‘that way it’s an even exchange.” apart of you hated him for making this so easy.

“i’m not doing that with you.” your voice sounded different. it lacked that usual bite and now rafe felt bad for opening his mouth in the first place. before the awkward tension could settle over you two again, you got up with your phone in your hand. “where are you going?” rafe watched as you slid the door open to the cabin area. “inside. i need to make a phone call.” you lied, walking past chanel and topper who were aggressively making out on the couch in the corner.

locking the small bathroom door behind you, you sighed, taking a moment to let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding. what even was that out there? unlocking your phone, you sent chanel a text that you wanted to leave even though the chances of her seeing it was extremely slim. you stalled, deciding to freshen up your makeup as you waited for this so-called ‘date’ to end already. you were reapplying your lip gloss when your phone went off, making you mutter a ‘thank god’. instead of the notification being a message back from your best friend who was currently getting her face sucked off, it was from tumblr instead.

[9:14 PM] countryclub: what are you doing right now? i could use someone to talk to rn ngl

you looked up from your screen and stared into your reflection. this message came at just the right time.

[9:15 PM] brattydiaries: that makes two of us. i’m not with the sweet talk rn though, but i could use a distraction right now for sure..

[9:16 PM] countryclub: define ‘sweet talk’ cause i had every intention of asking you for some sexy pics and maybe a phone call if you’re down with that?

you refrained from laughing at his text, his bluntness throwing you for a loop. you couldn’t deny the giddy feeling you had in your tummy when you thought about hearing his voice. biting your lip nervously, you pulled the neckline of your dress down, exposing the lace of your bra before snapping a few pictures.

[9:19 PM] brattydiaries: 3 attachments

[9:20 PM] brattydiaries: here’s the first half of your request. make me wet and just maybe i’ll accept the call..

rafe was outside on the deck looking over his shoulder every two seconds to make sure you weren’t coming back in time to see the explicit photos currently illuminating his screen. he cursed under his breath, his eyes raking over the soft swells of your breasts. you were so fucking perfect, he couldn’t believe you were so close yet so far.

[9:22 PM] countryclub: fuckk you’re unreal.

[9:22 PM] countryclub: i hate that i’m wrapped up with something right now, otherwise i’d be sending you paragraphs about how pretty your tits look for me.

you sighed in defeat, making a mental note to send him a text once you were finally in the comfort of your own bed. with you still in the bathroom, rafe took his time examining the photos, his eyes widening slightly as he zoomed in on the dainty diamond pendant of your necklace, the background looking like something he has seen before.

[9:25 PM] brattydiaries: aww, too bad.

just then, chanel knocked on the bathroom door, her hair looking slightly out of place once you opened it. “i just saw your text. you ready to go?” you nodded, adjusting your dress before stepping out. “sorry to cock block you, i just had a really weird moment with rafe.” you explained, tossing your phone back in your purse. chanel waved you off before interlocking her arm with yours. “don’t even worry about it, we’re going back to his place, anyways.” she reassured you.

topper was already outside on the deck once you two made your way out of the cabin. glancing at rafe, you quickly looked away once you saw that he was already staring at you. “well, thanks for letting us use the druthers.” chanel smiled, in which rafe just shook his head. “ah, don’t even worry about it,” he held your stare, “..i had a good time.” blinking away from him, rafe’s eyes caught onto your cleavage once again, except this time; a sparkle from right above your neckline took him out of his reverie.

that necklace..

before he could piece anything together, you were moving with chanel, not sparing rafe another look as you were getting back onto the dock. the car ride back to your place was deadly silent. all except for the music topper had playing in the background. by the time you had gotten home and showered, you felt your world come to a stand still when your phone started ringing, an unsaved number with kildare island’s area code showing up at the top.

accepting the call, you held up the receiver to your ear with a shaky hand before speaking.

“hello?”

“..you sound pretty.”

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[sourkiki]

THE DEVIL WEARS UNIFORM. (TEASER)

SYNOPSIS: With the annual Winter Gala just around the corner, it's a must for students to bring a plus one for the event. It's also the chance for heirs, influencers and future CEOS to make headlines and names for themselves. When a scandaulous rumor erupts, involving Riki's involvement (possibly him being involved with a rival school’s heiress), his image and the Dance Club's sponsorship, is at risk. The funder threatens to pull out of funding unless he clears his name. To save himself, Riki approached you with an outrageous deal: "Pretend to be my girlfriend. We hate one another, right? So this'll be easy." You agreed nonetheless, due to personal reasons. However, things didn't go as planned and you're starting to realise this might be a bad idea. Or was it?

CONTENT: rich kids x fake dating au, college au, dancer! 西村力 x fem! reader, enemies to lovers, reader has family and personal issues, angst, hurt with comfort, tooth-rotting fluff, misconceptions of one another, lots of plot, happy ending, will add more when fic is finished.

NOTE: ngl, i didn't planned on doing a teaser but after asking some moots, i decided to do it because uh, this fic is gonna be over 10k wc! i swear im working on the jake fic guys... i swear.. anyways, send an ask off-anon or comment here to be added when the full fic is out, xoxo. don't let the teaser fool you, this fic WILL have a happy ending, trust.

It’s a well-known fact that you and Nishimura Riki are enemies. The moment you’re placed in the same room, breathing in the same air is when all hell breaks loose. Snarky remarks are ruthlessly exchanged between the two of you while you bare your teeth at one another. You’re the President of the Student Council, a role-model to the school body and in the teachers’ eyes, you are the best student they ever had. You have everything—the looks, the grades and the talent in what you do. 

Nishimura Ni-Ki, on the other hand, is the leader of the dance club. Ever since he joined, he had made names for Decelis Academy, bringing home countless trophies, way more than what could fit on the shelves for display purposes. He’s the total opposite of you—a troublemaker, known to cause trouble, leaving them behind in his trail. He’s reckless and annoyingly smug. Not to mention, he’s popular with the girls too. 

With the annual Winter Gala happening at the end of the current semester, students are required to bring a plus one to the gala. It’s a place for everyone to showcase what they are made of, to secure a spot in the corporate industry. To you, the gala is a stage for you to secure your dream career of being a lawyer. 

While you were busy running back and forth, juggling between your duties and studies, you didn’t expect for Riki to approach you out of nowhere. It happened when you were packing up for the day, ready to leave when the boy entered the council room. Unlike his signature charismatic, arrogant demeanor, he was nervous. Riki nervously fidgeted with his fingers. This was your first time seeing him acting like this, a huge difference to how he usually carries himself. 

“Riki? What brings you here?” You asked, curious. 

He raised his head, an unreadable expression on his face. “I need you to be my girlfriend. Fake girlfriend.” 

Silence. 

“What?” You gaped at him, dumbfounded. 

Riki ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair, looking stressed and more importantly: uncertain. “Look, you know about the rumor between me and Hana. There’s a chance the sponsorship for the Dance Club might be revoked and I don’t want that to happen.”

At this point, he was getting desperate. You crossed your arms, eyes focused on him. “And? How does this link to me being your fake girlfriend?”

Rki scratched the back of his neck. “It helps by getting her off my back and… you get to stop the rumors that you’re too cold to date anyone. 

You blinked. “Excuse me?” 

He winced. “Look, people love to gossip about you and me. If we date, it’s a win-win situation. You get to prove that you're not some emotionless council robot, and I get to fix my image before the sponsors pull out.”

You stared at him, stunned. “So, let me get this straight. You’re asking me to be your fake girlfriend to clean up your mess and patch my reputation at the same time?”

Riki hesitated before nodding. “Basically… yes.”

The silence stretched. 

Riki’s shoulders sagged in defeat. “You hate me, right? So, you’re not gonna fall for me. And I definitely won’t fall for you. That makes us perfect for this.” 

You wanted to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it. You wanted to mock him, taunt him about how he had shoved his pride aside to beg you for help. But the longer you looked at him, the more you could see a boy, desperate for your help. He wasn’t the annoying, smug and loud Riki anymore. 

You purse your lips. “...Fine, we’ll do this fake boyfriend girlfriend thing.” 

Riki’s face lit up like a light bulb, flashing you a boyish grin. A grin that suits him shockingly well. Well enough to make your heart flutter. “Great! Looking forward to working with you, girlfriend.” 

You can only pray that this will go well. Or else, you might lose everything. 

~ 

“You want to what?” Riki asked in disbelief, unable to believe what he just heard. 

You didn’t turn to face him. Not yet anyways. You didn’t have the courage to do so. You faced the front, choosing to stare at a random spot of the view spread out before you. A gentle gust of wind blew past your face, caressing your cheeks in a light, fleeting kiss. The moment would’ve been romantic if you didn’t break it with your words. 

“I want to break up, Riki.”

“I heard you the first time, but why? Why so sudden? We were doing well and the gala’s next Monday. You can’t enter without a date,” he replied, frustration lacing his words. 

You snapped. 

Spinning around at lightning speed, you fully faced him. Riki paused, faltering at how wrecked you looked. Your eyes were swollen, red and tears brimmed in them. Some tear droplets trickled down your face. Your fists were tightly clenched, arms trembling with barely held back self-restraint. You harshly bit down on your bottom lip. Not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to inflict pain but hard enough to ground yourself. 

“Because this is starting to feel real to me! The way you treated me, the way you looked at me, like you actually love me, is scaring me!” You exclaimed at the top of your lungs, voice cracking mid-sentence. 

Silence. 

Riki couldn’t speak. He chose to stare at you, eyes wide and jaw slackened. “(Name), I—” 

“Stop, I don’t want to listen to your excuses anymore. I told myself this was just an act from the beginning, for me to protect my reputation. The reputation that I worked blood, sweat and tears off to get to where I am. But you… you made it impossible.”

He attempted to take a step closer but you stepped back. Your action made his heart tightened, as if he was stabbed right in his chest. He curled his hands into fists. 

“So that’s it? You’re just gonna walk away? After everything we’ve been through?” 

You steadily met his gaze. “I have to. Because if I stay, I’m afraid I’ll fall deeper. And I can’t afford that. Not when I’m the only one feeling this way.”

The living room felt like a vacuum, void of any sound. The only noticeable sounds were your heavy breathing and sniffling. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, robotically grabbing your bag on the way out as you headed to the door, slipping on your shoes. 

Riki didn’t chase you. He didn’t call your name or move an inch. He merely stood there, feet rooted to the ground, watching as you stepped out of his sight—his life. As he watched you vanish, he couldn’t help but wonder if letting you go was his biggest mistake. 

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[ellwynda]

mage!bf uses mirror image .ᐟ

﹕He hated leaving you alone.

Every time he packed his satchel with scrolls and vials, you’d feel his magic hum low with guilt, with longing. He never showed it outright — always kissed you sweetly, held your face in those ink-stained hands, told you it’d only be a few days. That the guild needed him, or the tome couldn’t wait, or the starfall event in the north would vanish if he missed it.

But you knew.

He hated leaving you as much as you hated watching him go.

So the last time, he promised something different.

“I’m only leaving my body,” he’d murmured into your hair that morning. “But I’ll keep my soul here.”

And gods, he meant it.

The moment the front door closed, the wards flickered — not cold, not lonely, but intentional. A shimmer of violet ran through the room, trailing like a ribbon of smoke from the hearth to the bedroom, and there, where your sheets still smelled like him—

He appeared.

A mirror image. Not just an illusion — not some trick of light. He moved like him. Sounded like him. Felt like him, down to the warmth of his skin and the low cadence of his voice.

You stared.

He smirked. “Miss me already?”

Your heart leapt. “You—how—”

“Anchored through the arcane link,” he said, stepping toward you. “I left a sliver of myself behind. Enough to touch you.”

He cupped your face just like the real him had. Kissed you with lips that shouldn’t have been there. His hands felt real. His voice rumbled against your mouth.

Then his thumb slid down your cheek. Your throat. Lower.

“Enough to fuck you.”

You gasped, stumbling back onto the bed as he followed, crawling over you like smoke and silk. His weight pressed you into the mattress — warm, heavy, familiar.

“But—this isn’t really—”

“Isn’t really me?” he murmured against your skin, dragging his mouth down your neck. “Tell that to your thighs, sweetheart.”

You didn’t have time to answer.

His fingers were already between your legs, parting you, stroking your clit with practiced precision. The same way he always did — slow at first, teasing, then rougher as your hips twitched and your cunt grew slick.

“I know this body,” he whispered. “I don’t need my hands to remember how to make you cum.”

And he didn’t.

Because when he slipped two fingers inside you, they curved just right. When he sucked your nipple into his mouth, your back arched like it always did. And when he finally—finally—pressed the head of his cock to your entrance, you cried out with how perfectly he fit.

It was him.

He moved like him. Fucked like him. Kissed your tears away when you sobbed his name the way only he could make you.

And he didn’t stop.

He held you down with magic-laced hands and took you, slow and deep and unrelenting. You begged, you writhed, you whispered that it wasn’t fair, that it wasn’t real—

—but every thrust made you forget.

Every drag of his cock against your walls, every bite to your neck, every filthy word from his mouth turned your confusion to need, and your need to surrender.

And when you came — stars bursting behind your eyes, body trembling, legs wrapped around his waist — he followed with a growl, filling you with the same impossible heat, like his magic wanted to breed you, to mark you even from miles away.

You lay there gasping. Dizzy.

He kissed your temple.

“Still think I’m not really here?”

You shook your head. Whimpered. Clung to him.

And he stayed.

The real him would return in three days. But this version?

He had all the time in the world.

[newkatzkafe2023]

Okay so I'm using a link because I thought I could send images via ask but the monkey kings (D.O) with a female reader becoming parents but with this scene;

https://s04.mpqsc.org/media/2002/018/63e3bf47c300a0b3d05a7810/45661468_1080_3317_262100.jpeg

HEY I got the link to work so here you go😁

(Lmk Wukong) Awwww he thinks it's cute when you seem to try to make him feel better by saying that your newborns take after him. However Wukong can clearly see that they're mini yous all over the hospital room, not that he minds. He can never get enough of you and he's not starting to now, the cubs are all adorable and healthy. Looking like sleeping versions of you while being an baby monkey, it would cause him to have a stroke from the innocence around him. He will be an amazing baba and husband to you forever.

(MKR Wukong) His gives you a really face when you say that your cubs take after him, I mean, maybe there are grumpy faces, but other than that, it's like they are carbon copies of you. Wukong was mildly irritated that the cubs look exactly like you, and it's like his genes got their asses badly kicked by your genes. They're still beautiful, fluffy, and chubby looking calm and cute but had the same resting b*tch face he always had so in a way what you said is true.

(NR Wukong) He Tries not to squeal at how wholesome his newborns are, they are all soooooooooooooooo cute🥰🥰🥰 However the irony isn't lost on him when the cubs come out looking like you. Yet you tell him that they take after him maybe because they were so active in your tummy, and during the birth now that their's way more room now. Such adorable little things they are🤭

(HIB Wukong) He looked at you like you had two heads when you said they took after him. All Wukong had to do is look at the sleeping baby cubs all fluffy and chubby, having your fur and eye color hell even some of them have your long eyelashes and birthmarks. All Wukong did was sigh at your absentminded comment and smile as Luier and Silly girl ran in to see the new cubs.

(Netflix Wukong) Wukong would be extremely pouty when he sees finally sees the cubs. They look like you in every single way from eye color to their long pretty eyelashes, he's both outraged and in love. As if you rub salt on a open wound you tell Wukong that you think that they take after him, causing him to facepalm but smile. Yeah whatever you say peaches, whatever you say😒

(BMW Wukong) Wukong jaw dropped when he saw your cubs for the first time, all of them every single one of them looks exactly like you. Your newborns were all fluffy and squeaky but none of them look like him at all, like his genes didn't bother at all. Wukong would grumble at this especially when you told him that they took after him, Wukong just felt betrayed mostly. However at least the cubs will maybe pick up his love for mischief.

(Destined one) The Destined one smiled at your newborn cubs being born, and after a few hours they were cleaned and wrapped up. The Destined one walked back in the hospital room to see how the cubs, look like carbon copies of you. They were adorable of course but it would have been nice to see at least one of his cubs, look somewhat like him. Though on a brighter note the newborns cubs were pretty quiet almost like a certain selectively mute monkey😉

(Lotmk Wukong) He's so happy-go-lucky about your new healthy cubs, finally after waiting for months they were finally here. When he saw them he had tears in his eyes because they were so beautiful and fluffy, they were also so chubby and he was so in love with them he didn't even notice how they all look 100% like you. Wukong also took your word for it when you said they took after him, he'll just love them more for that.

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[smolkooks]

gotcha! - part iv

summary: eren yeager is spiderman. of course, nobody knows. not even you. not yet.

pairings: spiderman!eren yeager x reader

genre: college/university au, fluff, angst

a/n: this is part four of a short story! it is also posted on my ao3, linked here <3 other parts linked on my masterlist!

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your perspective

When nobody answered after your third knock on the door, you let yourself in. Whoever had left last had left it hanging half open. As dangerous as that was, especially at this time of night, you were grateful that it made it much easier for you to get in. You slipped through the familiar walkway towards Eren’s room. 

You’d visited Eren a fair few times, and then come over to do work with Jean sometimes on your shared lab reports, so it was safe to say that you found your way to Eren’s room pretty easily. There didn’t seem to be anyone home, save for the sounds of gaming and yelling coming from Jean’s door which was right opposite Eren’s.

Hesitantly, you called out, “Eren?”

There was no reply, and you peeked through his half-open door to see that the room was empty, not a trace of the boy in sight. The sight, though—it was chaos. Eren had never been tidiest guy, but it was always a relatively normal amount of mess. Today, though, the carpeted floor of his room was covered in paper, each a various amount of scrunched up. They were full of diagrams, scribbles, plans that looked too high-tech for you to comprehend. 

His bed was unmade, as if he’d just jumped straight out of it. The window was ajar, letting in a breeze that rustled the empty food packets that were strewn over his desk. It all looked to be freshly eaten—as in, it seemed like he’d been cooped up in here, living off snacks without going out to make proper food. Your brow furrowed when you caught sight of his computer, still open on one of the most recent articles about Spiderman.

It was one about you, actually—at least, speculation about Nanowraith’s most recent comments about Spiderman��s supposed girlfriend. There was an extremely unflattering image of you hanging off the Freedom Tower, but your face was too blurry to be recognisable. It was so zoomed in that all you could see was a blur of pixels, for which you were grateful. You hadn’t done your makeup that day, you scoffed.

“Looking for Eren?” 

You turned, and Jean was there, his headphones around his neck and a can of coke in his hands. He leant against his own doorframe, giving you a sideways smile.

“Oh, yeah,” you said, suddenly feeling like you’d been caught doing something really sneaky even though you really hadn’t been.

“Think he went out,” Jean told you, jerking a thumb in the direction of the door, “Don’t know where, though. Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” You shook your head with a small smile, “I just wanted to check that he was okay after he ran off at the party that time.”

In fact, you’d been swamped with worry over the past few days that you hadn’t seen Eren. He’d largely been missing, and his responses had been very few and far between whenever you tried to text him. You had hoped he’d be at home at this time of night, and so you’d made the trek over to his sharehouse after your late evening classes at uni.

“That was weird,” Jean agreed, “He’s been holed up since then. I think he’s been really sick,” he frowned, “probably went out to get some fresh air.”

You mirrored Jean’s frown. That had been something you’d considered, too. He really had been acting weird that night, and you felt a fresh wave of concern wash over you.

“Alright,” You told Jean kindly, “Thanks. I’ll see you at our lab tomorrow!” Jean gave you a mock salute and you shut Eren’s door softly before making your way back out of the apartment. When you stepped outside, the cool night air greeted you and you exhaled, feeling a bit resigned. You were exhausted after your class, but had lugged some snacks in your bag that you’d intended to gift to Eren, especially since you’d deduced he must’ve been feeling sick.

You supposed you’d just eat them yourself. Sighing again, you shut the front door behind you and then wove your way through the all-too-familiar streets. The traffic was quieter than usual, though you it was really late. When was the last time you’d been out this late at night?

The thought suddenly chilled you to the bone. The memories of your previous villain encounter crept upon you unwillingly, and you started to shiver, the wind suddenly feeling icy against your skin.

Crossing your arms around yourself, you sucked in a breath and quickened your pace, keeping your eyes and ears alert—

“It’s dangerous to be out this late, you know.”

Whipping around and wielding your phone and keys as a weapon, you opened your mouth to scream—the voice was too close, and you subconsciously began to plan the route to the nearest police station—

When you saw who it was, though, you breathed out and lowered your arms.

Spiderman.

Dangling from the roof of the next building, the superhero slowly swung the short distance to join you where you were. Instinctively you stumbled back a little, shocked to suddenly be so close. Tall—Spiderman was really, really tall.

“Spiderman,” you managed, regaining your balance as you willed your heartrate to slow.

“That’s me,” he said cheerfully.

“What are you doing?” You eyed him warily, suspiciously, “Is there a villain here?”

He gave you an affronted look, “I’m the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. Am I not allowed to hang out around the neighbourhood?” The two of you began to walk, and suddenly you realised how grateful you were that he’d shown up. Immediately, your earlier worries and anxiety had dissipated. Having a superhero around was very handy like that.

You snorted. Again, you were reminded with how strange it felt to hear the very same guy who beat up supervillains be so casual around you. At that thought, your mind rewinded to the memory of him being slammed into the concrete by Nanowraith so hard that the concrete had been smashed.

“Have you been doing okay?” You decided to ask, breaking the brief silence.

“Of course,” he said immediately. His reply was a little too fast, though, and you gave him another pointed look.

“Okay, yes, I got the shit beat out of me,” Spiderman relented, rubbing the back of his neck almost sheepishly, “But I got better! Clearly.”

You took a good look at him at that, silently observing his expression. There wasn’t much out of the ordinary—he looked pretty much the exact same as he always did. Leaning in a little, you did notice some scuffs on his suit, evidence that his fight had been real, and recent. He also seemed to have a bit of a limp which he was clearly trying very hard to hide, so you didn’t point it out.

“I’m glad,” you replied, jabbing him a little with your elbow, “I wouldn’t know what I’d do if I got kidnapped and you were out of commission.” The two of you walked at a very comfortable pace, and it was strange how familiar it felt, even though you were walking home with a complete stranger. Well, not a complete stranger, you reminded yourself, again picturing the way he’d snatched you out of the sky just a few nights ago.

“I’d never let that happen,” he promised, the white eyes of his visor widening earnestly.

“You can’t possibly be there for me every time.”

“Watch me,” he huffed, “You can count on me. Really.”

You couldn’t help the appreciative, fond smile that made its way to your face. You were glad for this short distraction from your mountains of worry about school and then about Eren, too.

“Where were you headed?” Spiderman said, clearing his throat. He peered into your tote bag, “Are those snacks?”

“Oh, yeah,” you said with a shrug and a sigh, “My best friend’s been out of it, so I went to see if he was home.”

“You were gonna give him these snacks?” He reached into your bag and picked out the top packet. They were Eren’s favourite—the sourpatch kids, but specifically in the berry mix flavour.

You nodded, “You can have them, if you want. I’ll get more tomorrow, if he’s home then.” It wasn’t any trouble, really. After all Spiderman had done for you, you really thought he deserved to take the candy, if he wanted. Did superheroes eat candy, though? You pondered, as Spiderman returned the sourpatch kids to your bag.

“It’s alright,” he said amicably, “I wouldn’t want to take it away from the intended recipient,” he smiled, a bright thing, “Your friend is lucky to have you.”

“I’m lucky to have him.” 

Spiderman was silent for a bit, and there was only the sound of your unsynchronised footsteps for a moment. Your thoughts returned to Eren, imagining where he was now. Was he wandering the streets alone? The image made you frown. Someone so sick shouldn’t be out at this hour.

“I’m sure he can handle himself,” Spiderman patted your shoulder, “You shouldn’t worry too much.”

“I know,” you relented, “I just miss him, a bit.”

“A bit?”

“A lot,” you amended. 

“He must be sick,” Spiderman suggested, “Otherwise he’s just being a dick, by ignoring you.”

You laughed, “You don’t even know him.”

“I’m the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman,” Spiderman insisted, “I know everyone and everything that happens in the neighbourhood. It’s my domain, you could say. Besides, I have a bit of a sixth sense, if you know what I mean.” He tapped at his temple, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his antics.

You hummed. As you turned the corner onto the street of your dorm building, you told Spiderman, “I just live here. Should be good to go up, so you can go take care of the other neighbours in the neighbourhood.”

He laughed at that. Still, he stayed until you’d made it back, and waited until he saw the lights of your dorm switch on through your window before swinging off into the night.

***

eren’s perspective

Eren felt like a royal dick now. Slipping through the window of his bedroom and shutting it behind him, he swore under his breath as he ripped off his mask and took off his suit, changing into his regular pyjamas. How the fuck had he missed your visit by mere minutes? You’d even made the effort to come over after your late classes, and he had chosen that time, of all times, to go out for a walk?

You’d looked so down, too, when he’d first seen you. Scared, too, and the idea made him feel a little heartbroken. Of course, he knew it was partially—if not totally—his fault that you were in so much danger these days. He could hardly look at you without becoming overwhelmed with guilt.

He had been careless, drawing so much attention to you. Now, he had no choice but to keep doing it just to keep you safe, always keeping his spidey-senses active to make sure that you wouldn’t be taken without him knowing by some fuckingcriminal.

Then, he’d seen the snacks in your bag, and his heart had broken more. You’d picked out all of his favourites. Even the ones that he knew you hated but ate just for his sake, like the mini mint chocolate Kit Kat bars.

His knees buckled a little as he hit the edge of his bed and threw himself over his unmade covers. Truth be told, he’d been mostly passed out for the past few days after being beat into the ground by Nanowraith. He’d hit his head really hard, and any normal human would probably have cracked their skull and died on the spot.

Thankfully, he wasn’t any normal human. And also, he’d purposely updated his suit to be able to take on insane amounts of impact, so it mostly hadn’t been a concern. At the end of the day, though, he was still a human, and he could bleed just like one, too. He had broken too many bones to count in the most recent scuffle, and it had taken him everything he had to not pass out on the scene and flee in time. Thankfully, Armin lived close enough for him to go to his dorm and get patched up.

It didn’t take much for him to heal—ever since being bitten by that spider, Eren had healed remarkably fast, and so after sleeping for a day or two, his bones had fully fused back together, and his bruises were gone. He was left with a bit of a limp in his leg that he was pretty sure you noticed, but had been nice enough not to point out.

Groaning in frustration at himself, he pulled up his phone and opened up your chat history, quickly typing up a message:

hey if ur free tmr afternoon, can i come over?

He pressed send, the message delivering almost immediately. His fingers hovered over the keys before he finally added an extra message:

really, really miss u.

[nekoannie-chan]

Thinking of you

Title: Thinking of you.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 432 words.

Square: B5 “Masturbation”.

Rating: Mature.

Summary: Steve touches himself thinking of you.

Major Tags: Smut, male masturbation.

Additional tags: My entry for @steverogersbingo Steve Rogers Bingo Round 4 (Card SB4004).

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The room was silent. Steve was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. It wasn't the memories of the war or the old battles that haunted his mind.

It was you.

He let out a sigh. He knew he could no longer ignore what he felt. Although he tried to focus his mind on the mission and the responsibilities, the thought of you assaulted him at every free moment.

With one hand, he touched the fabric of his shirt, the feeling of his covered skin contrasting with the need to shed his clothes.

He could not give up so easily.

But that night, the temptation was too great. Her fingers slid to the edge of his T-shirt, sliding it up. She undid the shirt, letting the cool breeze in the room caress her hot skin.

With a trembling hand, he unzipped his pants. His mind was still occupied with thoughts of you: your laugh, the way you looked at him, the way your skin seemed to glow under the light when you got close to him. Everything about you drove him crazy.

Her fingers found the base of his erection, the light touch sending a shiver down his spine. He thought of you again. Of how, perhaps, your hands would touch him, how your mouth would kiss him as your bodies met in the most intense way possible. He shuddered at the thought.

But tonight, he couldn't stop.

Steve's mind kept burning with images of you. Your eyes, your lips, your body close to his.

He closed his eyes, trying to focus, but he couldn't, because all he could see in his mind was your face, smiling at him, teasing him, as if you knew exactly what he needed. His breathing became more ragged and faster as his hand began to move faster.

"Just for tonight," he thought, as if repeating that phrase to himself might calm him. He could not stop.

His body tensed under his own pleasure. Moans escaped his mouth, and Steve felt every part of him respond to what he imagined with you. But in his mind, there was one constant, one thought he couldn't shake: what if you were here?

The pressure increased, and a deep sigh escaped her lips. A tremor ran through her body, and at that moment, she came.

Steve remained lying on the bed, breathing hard, sweat covering his forehead, his mind still fuzzy from the intensity of what he had just experienced. He wanted you, not just for what it was, but for what he wanted it to be between you.

[arceespinkgun]

For the @womenintransformers Women in Transformers Week 2025 event I wrote a fic about a few of my favorite women from Earthspark facing their trauma. Thanks so much to @deadlysoupy for beta reading for me!

March 23: Favorite

Summary: The Hate Plague has been cured, but the emotional wounds remain. Twitch’s family try to help heal the hurt Elita-1 inflicted on Twitch before it is too late, but in the end, it falls to Elita-1 herself to make amends. Takes place between the episodes "The Truth is Out There" and "Judgment Day." AO3 link for tags.

I Thought I Was the Favorite

Twitch winced at the sound of metal clashing with her sister Mo’s blade. Twitch shut her eyes tightly, but could imagine every blow. Her own blades were quivering. She tried to focus on Mo’s laughter ringing out whenever she got a good hit in, tuning out the other noise.

“Hey Twitch! Look!” Hashtag exclaimed.

Twitch yelped. Her eyes flew open. Hashtag was shoving her tablet in Twitch’s face. On screen was a frozen image on Elita-1 winking. Twitch glanced quickly between that and the real Elita sparring with Mo. Hashtag hit “play” on the tablet screen and pink sparkles, hearts, and stars rained all over clips of Elita fighting and working out as a song played loud enough to drown out all the noise in the background.

“Well? What do you think?” Hashtag grinned.

“I think you might be obsessed, Hashtag.” Twitch sighed.

“Aw, c’mon, Twitch—everybody’s got somebody to look up to,” Hashtag said. “Why not her?”

“Yeah, why not her,” Twitch muttered to herself, turning away.

But she noticed the sounds of blows were all gone. Now the only noise was the humming of the base’s lights, and the echoing thunderclaps and roaring wind of the thunderstorm outside.

Mo ran up to her sisters. She took off her helmet and tucked it under one arm. “I’m done! Your turn, Twitch.” When all Twitch could muster was a low whine, Mo tried again. “Twitch? Are you okay?” she asked gently. With her free hand, she touched Twitch on the shoulder.

Twitch spun around to face her. “Sorry, I’m just under the weather, I guess.”

Mo frowned. “Is this about Robby?” she asked. “We’re all worried about him… but… he really wants to be alone after telling Optimus everything,” she said.

“Yeah, I’m worried about Robby, too.” Twitch felt a pang of guilt. How could she be feeling betrayed? What he went through was a real betrayal! Her insides squirmed.

“But the best way to help Robby now is to help ourselves be ready for whatever the Quintessons throw at us,” Mo said.

“And if we can’t do that, we should keep ourselves busy!” Hashtag added.

Twitch could not help but smile a little. “Hey, I’m supposed to be the big sister here.”

“Uh, excuse me, I’m the big sister,” Mo said.

 Before Twitch could even think about having made that error, she heard Elita-1’s heavy footsteps. “Hey,” Elita said. “Are you going to leave me without a sparring partner?” She looked down at Twitch expectantly.

“Hashtag, why don’t you go again?” Twitch asked her sister.

“Ooh, sorry,” Hashtag said, rapidly pressing icons on her tablet. “I think I need some more footage for my next fancam.”

Twitch swallowed hard, even though there was nothing to swallow, and hovered closer to the training area. But with a thunderclap that shook the whole base, the lights flickered. For a moment, Twitch saw nothing but the blazing blue—almost white—of Elita-1’s eyes staring holes into her. In the darkness, Twitch imagined Elita’s smile looked twisted and mangled, like a nasty grin splitting her face. The lights turned back on with a thud and the expression had never been there.

“I-I need to go!” Twitch hovered higher into the air. Remembering something her human family members sometimes said, she added, “To use the bathroom!” She sped out of the room and into the hall, not waiting to answer anybody’s confused questions.

As Twitch flew, she remembered how excited she had been just a little while ago, when she was given her first big Autobot mission. She had even embraced Elita—how stupid Twitch felt now. The place might as well have still been the GHOST HQ for as safe as she felt. Even though the halls were built for some of the biggest bots she knew, the walls felt like they were closing in.  

With her head hanging low as she hovered, she ended up colliding with something soft. Twitch drew back and found herself in her mom’s arms. “Twitch!” Dot exclaimed. “I thought you were busy training with Elita.” But Twitch did not even have to say anything before Dot’s surprised expression softened into concern. “What’s wrong?” 

“Just wondering if Dad2 and Nightshade need some help in the lab, planning? Or maybe Jawbreaker wants me to cheer for him while he’s sparring with Grimlock and Arcee. You know he gets lonely! Or—”

Dot just gave her a skeptical look. Twitch, immediately giving in, lay her head against her mom’s chest. It was never an easy thing to do, all the parts that stuck out of Twitch’s head making it a little awkward, but it always made Twitch feel like she was bathed in sunlight. “Mom, I’m scared,” Twitch murmured. “I know it’s stupid, but when I see Elita-1 I keep thinking of what she did when she had the Hate Plague.”

“There’s nothing stupid about that! It’s only natural, it scares me knowing what happened to you and I’m so glad everybody’s safe.” Dot patted the sensor on Twitch’s head. “Why don’t we go see Elita together and let her know, so she can assure you everything’s all right now?” When Twitch tensed, Dot added, “I’ll be with you the whole time.”

And that was how the two of them ended up hand-in-hand, as Twitch made her way back. Everybody was waiting, and Twitch shuffled her feet and felt her circuits sparking. Was this what her siblings felt when they were charging themselves with static electricity?

Elita-1 was still smiling, and it looked like a gentle smile, but her arms were crossed over her chest. “So, are you ready now?”

Twitch could not find her voice. Dot spoke up for her. “Actually, there’s something we need to discuss first.” She motioned for Twitch to step forward. “Go ahead, I’m right here.”

“Elita, I’d love to train with you, but I keep thinking about how you tried to hurt me when you were sick with the Hate Plague,” Twitch said.

Elita-1 knelt down to be on her level. “I’m so sorry for how I tried to hunt you down. None of that reflects how I feel about you. It was the Quintessons’ attempt to use me and the other bots.” She really sounded like she meant every word.

Mo rushed over to give Twitch a quick hug. “I wish you’d told us right away, Twitch! We get it. That must’ve been really scary. I’m sure Elita won’t mind if you train with us instead.” She paused. “But, wait… why aren’t you scared of anybody else?”

Hashtag approached Twitch from the other side. “You didn’t seem afraid of any of the bigger bots when they were mind-controlled. You never even held it against me.” Her eyes behind her bright visor looked big and sad and reminded Twitch of still pools of cave water.

Maybe it was time to “rip the band-aid off” as her human family would say. “Elita,” Twitch raised her head as she spoke, “you told me it’s all my fault—the Terrans’ fault—for everything that’s gone wrong on Earth! It really hurt my feelings. Why did you say that?” Twitch heard Hashtag gasp.

Elita-1 frowned. “I don’t blame you—any of you—for any problem we’ve faced. That would be ridiculous,” she said. “I’m sorry it made me say it. I don’t feel that way at all.” She reached out toward her. “Remember how happy I was for you to go on an Autobot mission? If I felt that way, why—”

Twitch stepped back. Her eyes narrowed. “Really? You don’t hate me even a little?”

“Of course not!” Elita exclaimed. “And if there’s anything I could do to help you feel safe again, I’d be happy to.”

Mo exhaled hard. “I’m glad you talked about it, Twitch.”

“None of you should be carrying burdens that big all on your own,” Dot said.

Twitch’s fans rotated faster, blasting air at Elita’s face. “Liar!” Twitch snapped, shooting up into the air high enough to look down at the Autobot. Twitch’s blades flared outward. “Thrash told me everything that happened on his mission! He told me when Prowl got infected with Hate Plague he went right for Bumblebee and only hated him and said Thrash and Robby should just get out of his way,” she ranted, “so that means you do hate me and you’re a big fat liar! Tell me the truth!”

Everybody stared up at her, wide-eyed. “I-I just said it would be ridiculous if I felt that way, of course I’m not lying,” Elita said.

With a scream and crackling orange energy, Twitch transformed and rushed even higher. She wanted to smash through the ceiling like she had once smashed through the family barn, but hitting this ceiling just went clang. 

Too angry to feel the pain ringing through her frame, she flew out of the room, ignoring the cries of her name and pleas for her to “Come back!” She made it all the way to the hangar at the base’s entrance, and this time there was no lockdown. 

She left the building and soared into the sky—and felt all her sensors be pelted with heavy rain. She could barely hear herself think over the sound of thunder and rainfall, and she was happier for it. 

But then a gust of wind sent her tumbling through the air. Lighting flashed so close by she could hear the ripping sound of the lightning itself without a thunderclap. She remembered when she had nearly lost herself fighting Spitfire. Twitch wondered if she had just made a huge mistake.

🌧

With no time to spare, Mo and her mom had hurried inside Hashtag’s vehicle mode. The three of them and Elita-1, also in vehicle mode, gave chase. VAL gave Hashtag all kinds of fancy sensors that let them track Twitch’s trajectory and velocity, and Mo kept looking between all those white lines on the screens tracking her sister and the night, hoping to squint and see Twitch’s orange lights outside. But aside from the rain pelting the windshield and the faint beeping of Hashtag’s systems, everything was creepily quiet. 

Hashtag was not made to be this quiet—it felt like they were in a normal pickup truck. And Mom had just said, “Don’t worry, we’ll find her,” in her Lieutenant voice when they first got in and had not said anything since. She was probably too worried and upset to talk anymore.

Through the window, Mo saw Elita-1 driving beside them. Speaking into the communicator the whole team was able to use now, Mo said, “Elita? I was thinking, maybe the Hate Plague doesn't make bots as angry at people they don't know well? And that’s why Prowl only wanted to hurt Bumblebee. Maybe you can explain this to Twitch when we find her!”

“That would make a lot of sense,” Elita’s voice said in a clipped tone.

But Hashtag and Dot still did not say anything. Mo looked up, and in all the blue light spilling from the dashboard, her mom looked as cold and hard as an ice sculpture.

“Twitch’s location has been pinpointed!” VAL’s cheery announcement got everyone’s attention. Mo smiled for a second, but her smile fell when she did not see Twitch out the windows. There was nothing but a sea of trees with shaking dark leaves out there.

Dot made Hashtag stop and opened the door, rushing outside into the woods. She had her ranger flashlight and was pointing it at the trees, checking if Twitch had gotten stuck in the branches. Elita-1 was staring up at the storm clouds, seeing if Twitch was flying up there. The rain glowed like the bolts of lightning as the water hit Elita in the visor and eyes. Mo tried to feel if Twitch was nearby, but while she felt a tight, squirmy feeling in her chest, she could not tell what direction it was coming from. It felt like it was coming from everywhere!

But all Hashtag did was kick rocks. Her feet were smeared with mud.

“Hashtag, I know you’re upset, but we’ve got to search for Twitch!” Mo exclaimed.

One of the rocks ricocheted off a tree trunk. “Why would I be upset.” Hashtag’s tone was flat. “So what if another one of my big inspirations cares more about themselves than me or my family. I should be used to it.”

The blue eyes of Elita cut through the raindrops as they beamed toward Hashtag. “I never signed up to be an inspiration for you Terrans,” Elita said. “To my soldiers and team, oh, sure. That’s just what the War required. But guiding new life was never supposed to be part of my job description. Nobody expected you.”

“Elita!” Dot hissed. She made a gesture that meant Elita should “zip it.” Lightning flashed like it was punctuating her statement.

“Oh no,” Mo said quietly. She put her hands under her armpits. Her jacket was getting soaked, she was shivering, and was really starting to wish she had Robby’s shield to block out everything.

Before Mo could try telling everybody they should be busy searching, not fighting, Hashtag spun around to face Elita. “I bet you really wish you could say, ‘Terrans, go home,’ huh? Too bad for you that you can’t ‘cause we are!” Hashtag shouted.

“Enough!” Elita shouted. She stomped through the woods, sending dirty water splashing into the air with her heavy steps. “Maybe I haven’t made it clear how much I’ve done for all of you Earthlings. Do you think I wanted to be stranded on this planet, leaving my team—my friends—back on Cybertron, not knowing if they were alive or dead, while I was stuck here with all these human vehicles I didn’t even like?!”

Mo carefully stepped backward and pressed herself against a tree to get out of Elita’s warpath. Mo was reminded of when Elita had been mind-controlled by Mandroid, but this time, her actions were all her own.

Each of Elita’s deep footprints quickly filled up with more water, looking like black holes in the ground. Her hands were clenched into tight fists. “Then there’s all the people I’ve had to suffer through.

“Watching my leader and his troops bicker like a bunch of cyber-clowns while I had to be the reasonable one every slagging time! And do you think I wanted to make stupid propaganda films?! Of course not!” she said. “But I just had to work with GHOST and follow their rules because it was all about sacrificing my rights to protect you Earth creatures. How do you think I felt when I had to watch Jawbreaker, who I taught, harass Grimlock and set him off, making the humans hate all of us even more?!” 

She came to a stop before Hashtag. The two of them glared at each other. Hashtag transformed her wheels out under her feet to give herself some extra height. 

Elita continued, “I broke up with Optimus because he was too weak and stupid to not let our relationship interfere with his judgment. Did you ever realize that? But go ahead, be bitter even though you always have a nice family to come home to and I don’t.”

For a while, nobody spoke. But then Dot’s flashlight lit up Elita’s face. As the water streamed down her metal, it looked like endless tears. “What exactly is it you’re looking for here, Elita? Sympathy?” Dot, with her free hand, pointed at her in a stabbing motion. “GHOST hurt every one of us. They tried to take away my kids! And now my daughter’s missing because you wouldn’t open up like a grown bot!”

Mo finally saw her moment to speak up. “Elita, we don’t have time to be sad or angry. It’s like how I can’t be stuck worrying about Robby right now. We need to find my sister.”

“It’s never time for me,” Elita said in a low voice. She turned away from Hashtag. The visor on Elita’s head lit up the leaves of the trees like a spotlight as she looked around—they looked almost like they would on a sunny day. “We will find her. And if she’s anything like me, and I know she’s like me, she already knows she can’t run off,” Elita said. “She’ll change her mind and feel bad about all the responsibilities she has to keep people like your brother safe. Even when Spitfire took over her body, she found her way back to you, and it was because she knows she has a family who loves her.”

“You’re right, I do!”

Everybody shone their light sources in the direction of the voice. Twitch unfolded herself like she was papercrafted and slid out between the branches of a tree they all thought had already been checked. “I turned my lights down, scrunched up, and waited,” Twitch said, responding to the question everybody wanted to ask. “Mom, Mo, Hashtag—I’m really sorry I scared you. But when I saw Elita was looking for me I thought maybe if I hid out long enough, she’d finally tell the truth!” She crossed her arms over her chest and gave Elita a pointed look, hovering closer to her. The rain was spraying as it hit Twitch’s fans. “You hurt my feelings but it’s okay to be upset. That’s what everyone’s taught me and my family. But I don’t know if anybody taught you.”

“Twitch…” Elita started to reach out as if to give her a hug, then stopped herself and looked down, ashamed. “I’m so sorry. I never would’ve forgiven myself if you were hurt. I—for once, I don’t know what to say.”

Hashtag frowned. “You’re the cyber-clown, Elita. Maybe you don’t have a family, but we care about you, too!” she said. “Even though you made a total… uh, you get what I mean.”

“You have to talk about these things, we want to help you,” Twitch said.

“Wait a minute!” Dot exclaimed. “I’m proud of how much you’ve grown, but you kids don’t need to take care of adults like that!”

At exactly the same time, Elita’s head snapped up and she exclaimed, “That’s not your responsibility, your duty is to yourselves and your world!”

Mo raised her hand. “This kid really wants to be taken care of by being brought home out of this storm,” she said. But she looked up and noticed that the downpour had become a drizzle, and the clouds were drifting apart and she was beginning to see the stars sparkling.

As everybody made their way through the mud and back to the road, Twitch hovered and Elita walked side-by-side. “I guess there’s nobody left to blame,” Twitch said.

“There never was, Twitch,” Elita said. “There never was.”

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

(Adam in Wonderland AU)

*all Adam’s life, Sera hid the fact that her son was mad, he was would see things others didn’t and would talk to people who weren’t there, one day she had walked in to Adam sitting at the table hosting a tea party with no guests that he claimed were there, every time he would snap out of it he would break down sobbing in her arms begging her not to send him to the asylum, it all got worse on Adam’s 20th birthday and the candles from his cake accidentally set the house on fire and Adam was the only one to survive, he went into shock, he was given over to his aunt who got annoyed with him and slapped him, he then attacked his aunt and nearly killed her, that was when he was sent to the asylum, the doctor waited outside the gates as the old car drove up and a young man was dragged out of it, he had short brown hair and brown eyes with a honey tint to them*

Adam: Please, I will do anything, don’t send me here. Anywhere but here.

Doctor: My dear boy, this is a place of healing, you will be checked in and processed.

*Adam looked back at his aunt with a frantic look in his eyes*

Adam: Please, I’ll be a good boy. I won’t attack you again, please take me home.

*his aunt turned away in disgust and got back into the car which drove away, Adam was dragged into the building and was mercilessly stripped of his clothes, he was given a cavity search and tears fell as cold fingers were shoved inside of him, then he was put into an all white outfit, the final part of the process happened as the Doctor grabbed large chunks of and chopped it off close to the scalp, he then brushed shaving cream onto Adam’s scalp and ran a straight razor over it leaving a bare scalp, Adam had an empty look in his eyes as he touched his now bare scalp*

Adam: Why?

Doctor: My dear boy, you are mad and we are only here to help you. We have a nice little room set up for you where you won’t be able to hurt yourself.

*Adam was put into a padded room, Adam lay on the ground in a fetal position crying*

Adam: Please save me.

*he had an image of a short man with blonde hair, white skin with red circles on his cheeks, and a top hat, down in the underground kingdom there was a man who was watching the young man crying in the insane asylum*

Lucifer: Don’t worry darling, you will soon be here with me.

*all Lucifer had to do was wait for a certain white rabbit to use the asylum to go back to Wonderland*

Adam truly missed his mother as the days passed on, she at least was warm and kind.

This place was anything but a place of healing, he was sure that they wanted people to remain sick so that they would have jobs.

They were the sick ones. Not him.

Adam knew these things he saw the things he heard were as real as he was, he knew it.

He did manage to make some sort of companion in these white walls of the asylum, a girl named Lute who was being treated for schizophrenia and other disorders that he couldn't remember.

Lute: They said we can go outside today.

Adam: Who did?

Lute leaned in and whispered: Everyone, my friends said that's what the nurses are looking to do.

Adam: I hope so, this place smells.

Nurse: Okay! You guys over here, it's your outside time. Let's go.

Adam, Lute and others went outside as the nurse told them. It had been so long since Adam had been outside. They were supposed to go out every day but it was raining all week.

Not that it mattered, they seemed to take joy in denying them basic things like fresh air.

Adam walked over to the chain link fence and leaned on it looking out. Oh how he longed for freedom.

A streak of white caught his eye and he looked on amazed. There was a white rabbit, a female one from the looks of it wearing a red suit looking at her watch and running by.

??: Oh no I'm late!

Adam: Where are you going!?

??: Very late!

She took off and Adam knew he had to follow her.

[arowithwood]

For the hands on/at ask game: I would like Marwood, Withnail, and number 10 please 🙂

Marwood + Withnail, 10: Nape of Neck

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Okay this kind of ran away with me a bit! Here, have 1300 words because I couldn't write it any shorter:

After a trip out to the corner shop, Marwood once again situated himself in his cramped position on the sofa. He immediately curled up with his notebook and blunt pencil, briefly muttering something about "getting it all down" before it left him, or something like that. Withnail, continuously perplexed as he was by his flatmate's adamant recording of everything (particularly as that outing hadn't been all that eventful—just buying a pint of milk and a packet of fags), decided to let him be. Let the bastard scribble away until his hands were numb, if that's what kept him from breaking out in another bout of fear.

Ignoring Marwood's occasional murmuring as he wrote, Withnail found himself moving the chair further towards the window. There he bathed in the sunlight, lighting up a cigarette, watching the smoke curl out through the open latch and into the air outside. He also took note of the people passing by.

People-watching had become a habit of his—it passed the time well enough and prompted his imagination to conjure up sordid backstories for them, well-suited for publication in a pulp magazine. That woman crossing the road was a serial killer responsible for stranglings all over the country, the man hailing a cab had a history as a prestigious rent-boy of several MPs, the guy rounding the corner with the sunglasses was—

Withnail shook his head.

The guy looked familiar, tickling his brain somewhere under the lingering hangover from this morning. Sunglasses and longish hair, slightly matted and a dark brown. A short-sleeved shirt, half hidden under some floaty fabric that barely resembled a jacket; black trousers that didn't cover his ankles; a slight swagger in his step that hinted at overconfidence, and finally; a ratty duffel bag, clutched at his side. Withnail knew that look. The man was the spitting image of—

"Danny!" He yelled out the window as the man passed.

A scuffle of noise emanated from the sofa. This was quickly followed by a muffled curse of "Fuck! Withnail, you twat!"

Sparing a second to look once more out the window (the man hadn't reacted except to jump slightly, and so evidently wasn't Danny), Withnail turned around to see Marwood lying half on the sofa, half on the floor, his feet kicking frantically up in the air as he slid further down. Soon he was crumpled up on the ground between the sofa and the table, glaring up at his flatmate from behind the table leg.

"What," Withnail scoffed, "I wasn't that loud!"

"You could outcompete a foghorn!" Marwood struggled to flip himself over, getting his hands on the ground to lever himself up. As he did, his neck clipped the table corner, causing him to wince as the thump echoed around the room. Withnail only watched as Marwood froze, eyes pitiably wide.

"That sounded painful," he finally said, after Marwood had stayed there for over ten seconds.

"I'm fine, 's nothin'," Marwood replied, from behind grit teeth.

"Evidently it's something. Are you sure you haven't broken a vertebra or two?"

"Yes—'cause if I broke something I'd be screaming, wouldn't I?" Marwood started to move gingerly, pulling his body out from under the table and into a sitting position. "Just—I don't know. Twisted a muscle. Fractured a tendon. Stretched… something, a bit too much."

He then turned to face the table and hissed, bringing his shoulders up to his ears.

Withnail found himself moving forwards towards his flatmate, without any recollection of having decided to do so. He knelt down by Marwood and reached out—past his clenched shoulders and round to the back of his neck.

Again, Marwood froze.

"Withnail?"

"Mm?"

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Baking a cake." Withnail levelled Marwood with a stare. "What do you think I'm doing? Do you believe me truly incapable of wanting to help you?"

He continued to rub at Marwood's neck, small circles around his vertebrae, digging in slightly at the sides, but nothing seemed to yield.

Marwood was silent, his eyes scrutinising Withnail more with every second that passed. He was tense all over—too tense. It obviously wasn't helping his neck (or Withnail's attempts at soothing it) at all.

Finally Withnail snapped. "Sit up here, for god's sake." He slapped the sofa cushion with his free hand. "I can't get to your back from this angle."

Marwood winced again as he pulled himself onto the sofa, and then turned to the window so Withnail could settle facing his back. The sunlight caught up in his hair, turning it bronze, as Withnail carded his fingers through the waves to get to his neck.

"Okay." He hesitated a second, mind too caught up with the feeling of Marwood's hair under his hands to figure out how to proceed. "Where does it hurt?"

Marwood gestured with the arm that had been resting on the back of the sofa, waving it around near where his neck met his shoulder. "'round here. Do you even know what you're doing?"

"Hush. I'll manage—it's not like I'll kill you by giving a terrible massage."

His flatmate shuddered under his hands, and spat out "God! Don't give me those thoughts. You'd be the one to manage that, if it hasn't been done already. You'd find a nerve that nobody's documented before and accidentally nip it and suddenly my heart would stop pumping blood, or my brain would shut off, or—or… my eyes would explode—"

"—I'm not going to do that—"

"—You can't be sure though, can you?" Marwood huffed, frustrated by what was undoubtedly going to be a cycle of accusations and denials. "Just get it over with. If you do kill me, get me a decent plot to bury me in."

Withnail, deciding to ignore that last sentence, began to knead whatever tendon had decided to seize up, just to the right side of Marwood's neck. It took what felt like hours, but eventually it softened under his fingers, and Marwood emitted a sigh of relief. Moving his hands over to the middle of his neck, Withnail watched Marwood as he began to slump forward. Soon his forehead was all but resting on the arm of the sofa, his hair brushing the cushion that nestled there. He gradually began to curl up there, slipping further away from Withnail's hands, and then let out a deep groan in satisfaction.

Withnail shot up from the sofa. Twisting his hands together in front of him, he chuckled as he evaded eye contact with Marwood's sudden look of confusion.

"I believe that's it, then." He swung his hands slightly from side to side, unsure exactly what move to make next.

Marwood didn't reply, staring blankly up at him.

"Are you—" Withnail stumbled over his words. "Can you—is that fine? Are you alright now?"

"Yeah. 'm fine." Marwood's eyes narrowed, and he raised his head off the armrest. "Are you?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you okay, I mean?"

"Yes! Yes," Withnail chuckled again, immediately hating the sound as it left his lips. "Just thinking."

"About?"

"About how you need to take better care. Of your neck, I mean. I doubt sitting scrunched up in a ball on there like that is doing any good. Maybe… maybe you should consider sitting by the window every once in a while? Sit up straight, stretch your tendons, get ship-shape—"

"—go eat some sugar?" Marwood's lips twitched. "That sort of thing?"

"Well, yes! If it keeps me from having to do—" he gestured in the direction of Marwood's neck "—that again. These hands are made for holding scripts, not for being a second-rate masseuse."

"Well I thought it was quite pleasant," Marwood murmured. He shuffled slightly as he rested his head back down on the sofa. "Thank you Withnail. I mean it."

[mr-wrestlemania]

craving for some shawnter, but not sure if you want to do that!??

JOKES ON YOU IM INTO THAT SHIT

Heres an appetizer

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59825641

Contains: fluff about Hunters quad injury and wanting Shawns attention.

It all happened so fast, two torn quads, and Hunter still continued the match. Shawn had seen it before. Their boss tore both his quads and couldn't walk. Kevin had done the same and couldn't pick himself up. He understood why Hunter kept the show rolling but goddamn he hated it.

He had sat in the waiting room waiting for Hunter to get discharged after he got the phone call. Of course, they had to triple check that he was stable enough given the severity of his injury, but it didn't make the wait any more bearable

Shawn read a national geographic magazine that was on a nearby table just to distract himself. Just when his mind began to drift, he heard the soft footsteps of someone walking toward him.

"Shawn Michaels? Mr.Helmsley is ready. Are you driving him back home?" A nurse had her clipboard resting under one of her arms while she spun her pen in her other hand restlessly.

Shawn put the magazine down and shot onto his feet, "Yes! Yes. He's wheelchair bound, for now, right?"

The nurse nodded, "It's advised he minimizes his walking as much as possible. Here, I have instructions on his recovery treatment and a list of the medications for him."

Medications?

Of course.. Shawn knew he'd need pain meds. Hunter wasn't as bad as himself, so addiction wasn't a concern. It was the image of seeing a drugged up Hunter that made his stomach twist.

"Thank you." He tucked the papers away under his arm and perked seeing another nurse wheel out Hunter. "There you are.."

The glazed look on Hunter's face melted upon seeing Shawn, and he flashed a half smile. "Hey.."

"I'll move the car just hang tight, okay?" Shawn ran out the doors while the nurses got Hunter outside.

He wasn't even gone that long, but Hunter ached for Shawn to come back. Maybe it was the medication he was on, but everything felt unreal without him.

Shawn pulled up and helped get the door open on the passenger side. The nurses didn't need him to assist, but he stood by anxiously. They were just doing their job but fuck Shawn wanted to be useful.

The nurses helped Hunter get into the car and folded up the wheelchair to be put in the backseat. "Call us if you have questions or concerns."

"Thank you." Shawn nodded and got back into the car.

Hunter felt like he could finally breathe once Shawn was beside him. He reached for Shawn's arm and gripped Shawn's sleeve tightly. Shawn raised his brows a little and looked at the bigger man softly.

"Grabby hands already?" Shawn chuckled and leaned over so Hunter could wrap his arms around him.

"Mmm." Hunter wasted no time and held onto Shawn like he hadn't seen him in years. His head rested on Shawn's shoulder, but he pulled it back up before he could doze off.

Shawn rubbed Hunter's face and smiled, "It's okay. I'll get us home and you can sleep with me all you want. Not like that, though. You are out of commission for fucking too."

"Really..? And you're okay with that?" Hunter watched Shawn as he started to drive off.

"Uh, duh. Your health comes first. I mean, there might be other things, but that's not my priority right now. Getting you home and comfortable is."

Hunter smiled and began to close his eyes. Everything felt right when Shawn was beside him. He could relax but didn't really doze off like his body wanted to. The noises of the car and Shawns humming kept him from falling asleep, not that he was complaining. He missed all of it.

"You falling asleep on me? Hey." Shawn nudged him after he put the car in park.

"Mmm-no." Hunter stretched his arms and yawned, "I think I spaced out with my eyes closed.."

"Suuure suure." Shawn unclicked his seatbelt and got out to ready the wheelchair.

When he turned around, he braced himself for the next hurdle. He lifted guys bigger than Hunter. He could do this. Shawn opened the car door and supported Hunter with his arm.

"Okay. Ready?"

Hunter sighed, "I hate this."

"I know, but docs orders." Shawn grunted as he got Hunter up. His feet barely touched the ground before he was slowly lowered into the wheelchair. "Hah! There we go.."

Hunter was impressed by Shawn's demonstration of strength and looked up at him. "Im not used to seeing you from this angle."

"Surprise, I have a lot of good angles." Shawn winked and rolled Hunter into the house.

After unpacking Hunter's things, Shawn was reading the papers the nurse gave him. He was sat on the edge of their bed while Hunter got comfortable.

"Shaaawn.." Hunter whined quietly.

"Im barely through page two, Hunter." Shawn sighed. "Will you let me read them later?"

Hunter opened his arms and nodded.

Shawn carefully slid into one of Hunter's arms, and Hunter leaned his head on top of Shawn's. "I missed my sexyboy. My boytoy." He hummed.

"Mmm, I missed my king." Shawn kissed his cheek.

The King of Kings could finally fall asleep with Shawn close by. He'd much rather spoon him, but his quads weren't game for much moving. The fact that Shawn was the one to take on the caretaking made his cheeks red at the idea.

Shawn closed his eyes and smiled at the sound of Hunter's soft snoring. God, he missed it. Perhaps a nap wouldn't hurt him either. He was so stressed about Hunters injury that he hardly slept the past few days.

That didn't matter anymore. They were finally together again and could rest in each others arms.

[happysprings]

Will you be mine forever?

Hey everyone! This is a sequel of still you #jinyoung fanfic

Here is the link for the first part of still you

Summary

After the confession, you both started dating, initially you both thought to keep your relationship as secret from everyone at least till nestfest is over. However fate had other plans. Eventually a day comes when your family starts to push you into dating someone because obviously they had no idea about you and Jinyoung. For them you both are childhood Best friends.

What happens when you both try to keep your relationship secret from your family and friends. How will you tackle your blind dates and how will your families react when they get to know about you and Jinyoung will they love it ??? Will they hate it?? Will it be abnormal?

Chapter 1

It's been days since you both started dating. However you guys decided that you won't tell anyone just yet. You guys planned on telling everyone after the Nestfest. Right now it's one of the days where you were tired of working for 36 hours. Finally you got the chance to rest. it was the weekend you took your car out and reached an empty home. Youngseo and yuri weren't home, youngseo had a conference in Gangnam and Yuri went on an office trip to Jeju. They were going to return on Tuesday. You had the house for yourself for the weekend but unfortunately Jinyoung was busy with concerts and dramas. You guys hardly get to talk to each other. Still you both tried to talk to each other every now and then. So far your relationship was going great.

Since it was your week off you reached home. You ordered some food for yourself and started to watch Jinyoung's movie. You decided to watch christmas carol. You watched his movie while eating food. And thought that jinyoung really is a great actor and a very soulful singer. While watching his youtube videos you fell asleep.

The smell of coffee and kimchi woke you up and looked around only to find yourself in your bedroom. You didn't understand how you got there. You slowly woke up brushed your teeth and went to the living room only to see jinyoung cooking. You smiled and silently walked behind him and hugged him "good morning doctor" he said and turned around as you snaked your arms around his neck and pulled you close by your waist "hi junyoungie..." You smiled and pecked his lips. Then the doorbell rang and Jinyoung ran towards the door leaving you. You walked towards him only to find him with a bouquet of flowers. "What is this??" You asked "I thought I would surprise you in bed but you woke up." Saying this he extended the bouquet "flowers for my love" you smiled and gladly took the bouquet and said "thank you." You whiffed the bouquet and said "I love it" and hugged him. "Go freshen up breakfast is almost ready" he said and kissed your cheek. You went to your room and showered. You wore an oversized shirt and shorts. You walked out and saw him arranging the food on the table. "Come eat it" he said and smiled. You both had breakfast and then you told him that you watched christmas carol "you indeed are a great actor I loved it, how did you pull off both the characters?" You asked "I work hard y/n" he said. "Yes...you worked so hard that you avoided me for 15 years" hearing this he laughed and he held your hand and said "you won't forgive me for that ? " To which you shook your head. "So did you answer luke ??" He asked "no, we didn't get time to even talk" he nodded. "So when are you planning to tell him??" He asked another question "soon, chill...I love you jinyoung " you said and stood up and sat on his lap and held his face and kissed him. He held your waist and he deepened the kiss.

Suddenly the door swung open and youngseo and yuri walked in. While you pushed jinyoung which caused him to fall from the chair and shouted "yaa jinyoung....how dare you?? Stop with all these tactics. I am still mad at you." Both were shocked by the scene however youngseo helped jinyoung to stand "yaa y/n are you mad???" Yuri shouted "are you okay??" Asked youngseo. You looked at jinyoung feeling sorry and shouted before they could see your expression "what?? He expects me to forget everything" saying this you went to your room. You sat on your bed and you heard them say "Jinyoungie enough is enough, how can she act like that you guys are not kids anymore...don't talk to her." Said yuri. "It's fine, I'll talk to her let it be " you heard Jinyoung saying and walking towards your room. He walked in and closed the room. You walked near him and hugged him "I am so sorry....I panicked " he held your waist with one hand and patted your head with the other. He smiled and kissed your nape. You smiled "they are here... What are you doing " you whispered. Suddenly there was a knock and you both detached yourself from each other. "Y/n behave like human...Also are you planning to ghost everyone??" Asked Youngseo "what??" Yuri spoke "your parents called " you checked your phone and saw 5 missed calls from your dad. "All are planning to attend the Nestfest and they told you to take the day off" said youngseo. "I'll have to see... I'll talk to them later" you said and finally the 4 of you sat and drank. You sat beside Jinyoung. You guys drank recalling the old times and finally you fell asleep on his shoulder. Seeing this Yuri said "god knows why she chose to be a doctor, she never gets enough sleep" Jinyoung smiled "can you imagine the last few weeks she has been doing this 36 hour shift and whenever she would get her day off she would just sleep sleep and sleep," youngseo said. "Pass that blanket," jinyoung requested yuri and then he covered you. You were so tired that you didn't even move.

Luckily you were able to make it to the Nestfest in Seoul and also you booked your tickets for Bangkok to attend Nestfest. You surprised everyone in rajamangala stadium. Throughout the concert you were with Jinyoung's parents. At the end you met him backstage obviously you both couldn't hug or kiss each other because nobody knows. You just clicked a lot of pictures and had the best time there. Once the Nestfest was over. The got7 members you and their other friends were hanging out at Bambam's. You guys were drinking and playing games suddenly Bambam asked "y/n noona would you rather kiss Luke or jinyoung" you took a sip and answered "jinyoung...why will I even kiss Luke " hearing this youngseo and Jayb asked "what's going on?" Without saying anything you held Jinyoung's arm and looked at him which made him blush. Youngjae shouted "whoaaa....new couple in town.... finally " hearing this you both laughed and Jinyoung kissed your temple. Youngseo cheered "finally....you both were meant to be together!!" Then Jackson asked "does your parents know? Are we going to see your wedding soon?" Hearing this you said "noo, they don't know and we have decided not to tell them now" "yes..may be after some time " jinyoung said. "Whoa!!! Can you imagine these two are the same jinyoung and y/n who use to choke eachother to death" said Yuri. Everyone laughed "so once when we were kids jinyoung had a crush on a girl but that girl used to bully him. So one day y/n saw and she dragged that girl by hair, none of us was able to stop her but jinyoung did." Said youngseo and everyone started laughing "after that she beat the crap out of me shouting why I had to find someone so stupid and later on she started crying." Hearing this you hit him playfully. The night was refreshing for all.

After this small vacation going back to the hospital was sad. Today Jinyoung was free for lunch hence he asked you. You made sure that you could make some room for lunch. As you walked out of the hospital you saw jinyoung in a mask outside his car with a bouquet you were about to run towards him but an emergency ambulance stopped. The paramedic ran towards you "car accident....." Before the paramedic was able to complete the sentence the other paramedic shouted "cardiac arrest" instead of responding to jinyoung you checked the patient and started cpr. You reached the OR and handed over the patient and you came back running. You saw jinyoung still standing there "I am so sorry" you said as you reached near him you realised your clothes are ruined and you have another surgery scheduled. You apologized to him and promised him that you'll meet him at dinner. He calmed you down and hugged you and said "it's fine... just come home tonight,I am leaving tomorrow for a shoot... I'll be gone for a few days " you nodded and sent him away.

Next chapter

[nexxen24]

One Last Job---Chapter Six

A link to Chapter Five: https://www.tumblr.com/nexxen24/783835730808127488/one-last-job-chapter-five?source=share

WARNING: This chapter contains a brief mention of suicide, attempted suicide and suicidal ideation. Reader be warned.

6: Cross

Aachen, Germany, February 2025

3 Days Later

I kept pacing the length of the safe house’s living room as Mel looked over John and the proximity mine since something had to be wrong with it if I could read Mel’s mind fine and not his. It was blank, completely lost on me and it was starting to concern me as to why that could be. Mel was the expert on the mine, as its creator but I had to assume that Anton would’ve edited it when she left, made it worse and John's mind was slowly being destroyed by it. 

“So…”

“Alex…are you gonna ask that every ten minutes?” Mel asked as John chuckled and I glared at the two of them.

“Sorry for being concerned,” I muttered and sat down on the couch with a loud hmph. 

“I’m fine,” John said and I caught his eye.

I nodded in agreement and moved closer, wrapping my hand in his and squeezing it, wishing I could use my powers to assure him or even see what he was really thinking. I wanted to tell him that I cared about him, that he meant the world to me but I also knew that he maybe didn’t want Mel to know that being here like this had caused something to blossom. But people can also surprise you. 

“It’s alright Mel, it’s normal for a partner to worry,” he said and my eyes widened a bit as a blush came over my face. 

“Oh…look at that, I was correct,” she said and I sent her a glare as John cringed since she touched a part of the mine. “Okay…so…this isn’t great.”

“What?”

“It’s different from a regular mine,” Mel explained and grabbed John’s arm, sliding down a bit of his sweater to reveal a black line curling around his wrist. “Got any tattoos lately?” 

“No…what is that?” 

“It’s a connection,” she said and glanced at my arm which was covered in very similar marks from all those years of erasing memories. “He always said he wanted to make an easier way to get powers and I think he found it. This mine is a proximity mine, don’t walk away from her anytime soon but it’s also getting you guys to share powers.”

“Wait…” John began and eyed Mel and I had to assume that he was trying to read her mind, which shouldn't have worked. “You’re thinking about the information you found out about Anton.” 

“What…did you?” 

“Yeah, I think I did,” he said and smiled but it immediately faded and he grabbed his head, curling over in pain as I ran over and placed a hand on his arm. “God…Maybe I shouldn’t.”

“Before you went and were an idiot, I was going to warn you that the more you use it, the bigger the connection will get. You guys are the guinea pigs here, Anton did this to see if it works and if it doesn’t…you’re in trouble.” 

“Is what he saw correct,” I asked and Mel nodded. 

“Anton is in an old Dark Force compound, one of the originals. I don’t know why but I got wind from an old colleague who left when I did that he’s been calling out for help for some reason. He’s been telling them to meet him in Latvia, right outside Riga where the facility is. I can show you guys a satellite image.”

Mel dug in her bag before pulling out a laptop and typing away at it before turning the screen to reveal a large compound up in the mountains and to my surprise, the footage was live and there were guards wandering around outside. I had done a small amount of recon trying to figure out where Anton was in Munich a couple years back and I had to assume that John was brilliant at it thanks to his background. The safe house was also pretty well stocked with weapons thanks to a vault in the basement so we had all that we needed and I had a feeling we could do it. 

“Does that look like something we could break into?” I asked and John nodded, grabbing the laptop from Mel and looking at it closer.

“Yeah, for sure. They have a vulnerable spot on the back side, the spot that really hugs the mountain, that would be the best approach. I’ve done missions like this before, heavy recon.”

“Good, that’s what I was hoping for,” I told him and he grinned at me before handing the laptop back and standing, wobbling a little so I steadied him. “Are you sure you can though, we can wait.”

“No…we need this thing out of my head and Anton might move, this is our best bet and we can be in Latvia in a few days if we hurry.” 

“Good luck you two,” Mel said and I nodded in thanks, wrapping her in a tight hug since we had gotten a bit closer. 

“We’ll let you know when he’s dealt with,” I assured and moved to turn back to John when she grabbed my arm. 

“Promise me one thing,” Mel said and I nodded. “Make it hurt…for a very, very long time.”

“Oh…believe me, I’ll guarantee it.” 

She nodded in thanks before gathering her stuff and saying one last good luck and a goodbye before heading and leaving the two of us to plan our next move and get ready for what would hopefully be the last mission. It felt weird…being so close yet so far and I knew that a part wouldn’t be able to leave him behind afterwards, we were connected and that was never going to change. 

“So…after Latvia…”

“Yeah…this could be the last time.”

“Do you want it to be?” I asked and he looked at me, eyes softening before he stepped forward and wrapped me in a hug, resting his chin on top of my head. 

“No…I don’t.”

“Good, neither do I,” I admitted and John stepped back, a wide grin on his face. “Show me New York, I said I’ve always wanted to go.”

“Oh, I’m going to show you all of it and more!” he said and leaned down, giving me a kiss as I smiled against his lips, knowing this was perfect. 

After this hopefully very easy mission, we’d be fine to head back to the states and I could see New York and John and I could figure out what more we meant to each other and what this really was. Neither of us had defined it, since it really had only been a few months and we didn’t feel the need to. No one had asked and I was fine with just calling him special to me and labels didn’t connote that feeling, nor did it define it, it just gave you more clarity and I had more than enough. John meant the world to me, I was ready to tell anyone who asked and I knew, deep down, that I’d do anything and more for him. 

Riga, Latvia, February 2025

I followed John's lead for most of the recon mission, since he was the guy that had been trained for this, he knew what he was doing. My few experiences had been mainly for information or with Meg and the others, seeking out other mutants to join us, even though they never did. I was out of my depth and didn't all the way trust the silencer on my Glock 17L but John assured me it'd be fine. Besides…we weren't in this to cause a massacre, we just needed to find Anton and my powers could deal with most people. Sure many of them would likely have a block but mind control tended to work anyways, and when you tell someone to sleep, they tend to listen. I was in the midst of doing just that since a guard was standing outside our door, only one, but he had a radio and could easily call for help. 

“Alright, do you got this?” John asked and I nodded, not looking at him or else I'd be fawning over his damn suit. 

He chose to wore the suit Valentina gave him, stupid looking helmet included and I hated to admit the whole ensemble made him look very hot. The suit itself was mildly stupid and very American with the obvious red and white stripes and A on his chest, but the rest worked very well. I was grateful she chose black as the accent and since it was built to protect it was also skin tight and showed off some unseen muscles in his arms and legs. My own suit was similar, a gift from Mel for being a good sport and wasn't as skin tight, more jumpsuit-like with some added protection everywhere. It also had a good amount of straps and belts, all outfitted with various weapons and tricks for the mission. I pulled out a small baton, getting it ready just in case things went south both moving a bit away from John. 

Our connection would suffer the further I got and I could already see him cringing at the pain but the guard wasn't too far. He was just on the edge of that fifteen foot radius and I slipped into the shadows, turning nearly invisible, before slinking my way onto the catwalk he was standing on. Our door was in-between two buildings with a metal grated catwalk between them and John and I were below it. It didn't take that much effort to move to the edge and climb up, positioning myself right behind the guard who had turned to check the door. With his back to me, I jumped up and grabbed him, pulling the baton against his throat until he started choking. 

“What the--”

“No talking,” I hissed and he nodded, clawing at the baton. “Grab your keys then sleep.”

He looked like he wasn't going to comply until I turned him around and locked eyes, making sure my powers were in full swing. I said it again and he dropped like a rock, barely having enough time to place a hand on the key ring at his waist. Sure it didn't go exactly as I wanted it to and I'd have to try close to every key but he was down and that's what I wanted. 

“We got it,” I said and John nodded, climbing up and joining me on the catwalk as I got to work on the key ring. 

“You didn’t ask him first?” he asked as the lock didn’t budge with the third key I tried. 

“Didn’t get a chance,” I muttered and tried close to four more before the door finally popped open and I pocketed the keys before slowly making my way inside. “Okay…I can make you invisible via shadows but only for a few seconds, not forever…so we have to be careful.” 

“Have you ever tried it on other people?” he asked and I sat there a second, not really wanting to lie.

“Sure, it worked fine,” I assured and moved forward, forcing him to follow before he could sit there and ask any more questions. 

It worked and he didn’t but it also made me question if I could actually use my abilities on him and I really didn’t want to have to find out so I kept an ear out as we made our way further in. The facility was massive, bigger than the one I grew up in and we found ourselves above a very large room, on top of a similar catwalk to the one the guard was on. This one was up near the roof and I kept reminding myself to not look down and realise how far up I was since heights had never been my thing. 

“Are you okay?” John asked, likely catching how nervous I looked. 

“Just fine…I just, don’t like heights,” I muttered and ignored my heart pounding as I stepped between a gap in two catwalks. 

“Hmmm…Interesting…I didn’t peg you for someone afraid of them.”

“Yeah, well, I can’t be afraid of the dark,” I muttered and a bit of smoke came off my fingertips for good measure as he rolled his eyes. 

“Very true,” John said and looked down, his eyes narrowing as I followed his gaze. 

Sure enough we weren’t alone and far down below us was a man in a white coat with a clipboard, walking past what looked like cages that upon further inspection held people…or at least mutants, knowing Anton. I had thought that Dark Force was finished with testing but they’d apparently continued on without me and the thought was making my blood boil. John caught the sudden angry look on my face and reached out, placing a hand on my arm in reassurance. I nodded in thanks but the gesture became a bit redundant when a guard walked out with a very familiar person with him. 

“Oh God…that’s…”

“Mel,” I said and finished John’s thought before moving a bit closer so we could hear them better. 

There was a catwalk a bit further down but high enough that they wouldn’t see us and I lowered myself onto it, ignoring how much my arms were shaking as John followed, perching beside me on the far end so we were right above the guy and Mel. He was regarding her with mild curiosity as a second guard entered and my eyes widened when I saw that in his arms was…another Mel. 

“Sir,” he started and the man smiled, taking the second Mel from the guard and directing her into a cage as her form shifted into a small child, not older than 12. 

“The Mel who made us come here…she was fake,” I said and cursed as John did the same.

“Mel, did you see your doppelganger?” the man asked and she struggled against the guard but to avail. “Beautiful isn’t she? Ruby is just 12 and yet…she can be so precise. I’m thinking we’ll do the G7 summit next month or the White House.”

“Why…”

“For Alex and the American of course. Our little friend let them know all about that special mine Anton used back in Berlin, about what it can and is doing to them. In less than a week we should hopefully have an American super soldier with a special blend of mind control, one we can control. We just needed Alex to guarantee it stuck, use her powers…but different.”

“Won’t that kill her?” Mel asked and I thanked her for reading my mind. 

“Hopefully,” he said and smiled as I finally recognized who this guy was. 

“God…I know who that guy is,” I said and John raised a brow. “Dr. Roland Schmidt. He worked with Anton in Siberia and helped to create the process that gave me powers. He was also the one that suggested shooting me to try out healing.”

“Really?” 

“Yeah…I thought I killed him,” I said and remembered his dead and empty eyes, one of the few memories I hadn’t erased from my escape. “I guess he wasn’t all the way dead.”

“Alex isn’t here,” Mel pointed out and I shook my head at how wrong she was and how mad she was going to be that I fell for it. 

“Really? Are you sure?” Roland asked and looked right at me as a spotlight began to shine on John and I, followed by a large group of guards entering the room with rifles, all trained on us. 

I kept my eyes trained on one near the back that wasn’t moving as fast and sure enough when he finally got set up there was a rocket launcher on one shoulder. 

“John! We gotta move!” I called and jumped to the next catwalk as the guy shot the one we were one, John just barely managing to hop to mine before the other one fell. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, fine,” he muttered and rolled over, extending the shield as he went as the catwalk groaned. “Uh…is that?” 

“It’s gonna fall,” I said and bolted towards the next as he followed, the supports keeping the back half of the catwalk up, failing and causing me to fall backward. 

I barely had time to catch myself on the support rail but John wasn’t as lucky and missed by a mile since he was still trying to figure out the shield. My eyes widened in horror as he tumbled off the back and began to plummet to the ground, a fall he could survive thanks to the serum but the distance would kill him. We were at least thirty feet off the ground and John would be dead by the time he hit the floor if I didn’t think of something and fast. My one option that was coming to mind was to jump off myself, catch him in midair and teleport the two of us to safety but I could barely teleport myself. Though…he was dead regardless so I breathed out a ‘fuck it’ and ran forward, diving off the catwalk and slamming into him midair, activating my powers and praying they’d kick in. 

To my complete and utter surprise, they did and I blinked to find us sprawled across the floor as I clung to John’s chest like he was some kind of lifeboat, eyes wide that that even worked in the first place. The two of us were a bit bruised thanks to the impact but alive and drenched in smoke so thick it was nearly choking me. I jumped up and got rid of it before grabbing his hand and pulling him up before wrapping him in a hug, just to make sure that he was really alive and my stupid plan hadn’t backfired. 

“I’m okay,” John assured and pulled back, cupping my face in his hands with a smile. 

I was about to assure him that I was also fine when he got tased and went down hard as I teleported a second time about five feet to my right, narrowly missing my own taser and pulling out my gun. I shot the guy nearest me as soon as I materialised and he went down hard as I trained the gun on the next, loading another round and making sure to shoot if he or anyone else moved. 

I had to assume they were told to use non-lethal force but I had missed the memo and nailed a guy in the head when he stepped forward, a long electrified pole at the ready. Another swiped at me and I poofed off to the side, getting him in the leg when I came back as a second managed to slice me with a knife when I had my guard down. I cursed and turned, which was a mistake since another guy was ready and decked me in the face so hard I heard a crack from my nose and I went down hard. He kicked me in the ribs and I dropped the gun before letting out an oof and coughing up some blood in the process, looking at John who was being restrained. I tried to reach out and teleport to him but the same one that kicked me was quick to cuff my hands with not handcuffs per say, but a bracelet that shocked me when I even thought about using my powers. 

I cursed and admitted defeat, letting the guy drag me over to Roland as the guard attending to John did the same but kept us further apart, about ten feet based on the look on his face. Roland looked very happy with the arrangement and stepped forward, smiling at me but he reached out and slapped me across the face, reigniting the pain from my already very broken nose that needed more time to heal. I spat some blood on the floor as John cussed him out, nearly breaking his own arms as he tried, desperately to get out of the hold and the cuffs they had him in. 

“How are you alive?” I choked out and Roland smiled even bigger. 

“You missed,” he said and pulled down the collar of his sweater to reveal a bullet hole scar just above his heart. “I managed to survive…barely but Anton patched me up, moved me to Latvia and I’ve been continuing his work ever since.”

“Experimenting on children,” I guessed and could spot quite a few in the cages around us. 

“And others,” he agreed and I glared at him. “Don’t worry, they’ve been treated with respect and kindness, unlike you.” 

“Is Anton here?”

“No…another lie. He is planning something much bigger than this little facility but I’m sure he’ll be pleased to know you are back in his custody. 

“I was never in anyone’s custody,” I spat and Roland rolled his eyes. 

“Oh…I hate it when experiments assume they’re human, it makes things complicated,” he chided and nodded to a guard who held me tight before stabbing something into my neck and the world went a bit fuzzy. “Don’t worry Alex…we have to keep the American alive and also you. But when the mine is finished, he gets to watch you die, how romantic.”

I tried to struggle against the restraint but it was no use and noticed John had suffered a similar fate since he was now unconscious and being held up by his guards. I knew that we could get out of this, go find Anton and rescue Mel before she got herself killed but as for Roland…I was going to shoot him a second time…and this time I wouldn’t miss. 

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I woke up in darkness and immediately knew that I was too far away from John…how…well the screaming was a pretty good indicator but our connection was also stronger and being far was making me sick as well. I flipped over on the small cot and grabbed a bucket that was probably put there deliberately before losing my lunch inside it and trying to keep myself from doing it again. It felt like my head was going to melt and a chuckle started from across from me before a light was flicked on and I spotted Roland, smiling at me. 

“Interesting, the American was right.”

“How far are we?” 

“Close to fourteen feet and you have been for a few hours. I’m assuming the headache is bad?” he guessed as I lost my lunch a second time and clutched my head, barely able to keep my eyes open. “I’d say yes.”

“We need to be closer,” I stuttered out, hating John’s screams even more than the pain in my head. “Please…”

“We like studying the distance,” Roland informed me and I glared, reaching out with my powers but I was in turn shocked and felt even worse. 

There was a large black band on my ankle that I had assumed was the source of the shock and grabbed it, trying to prevent it from stinging as he wrote something down on his clipboard. I wanted to kill him so bad it hurt but I also cared more about John and I had to make sure he was okay before I did anything too stupid. 

“Please…you’ll kill us both before your stupid experiment is complete and you know that Anton wouldn’t want that. Besides…I’ve threatened to escape before…and you need me alive.”

“You wouldn’t?” Roland asked, finally getting what I meant by escape.

“Anton will kill you if this fails, are you willing to bet your life on mine?” I asked and he stared at me for a long moment before letting out a loud sigh and leaving the room as I sat there, shaking. 

It was true…I had tried it a few times but those memories were lost with all the others and I didn’t like to think about how far I was willing to go to stop Anton, to get out of being his test subject. What I needed right now was a chance to escape, with John, and never, ever get anywhere close to this stupid facility or any other ever again. I didn’t care about stopping Anton or whatever plan he was concocting, I just wanted to keep John safe and knew that meant escaping to the states and trying to live a normal life. I’d tell John my plan when they brought him in and to my relief they did, dropping him on the floor by the door since the guy was still out of it from the pain. I took one look at him before running over, sliding to a stop next to John and reaching out for Roland, grabbing onto his waist as a way of thanking him. 

“Thank you.”

“Ugh…whatever,” he muttered and tried to knock me off but I held tight. 

“I mean it. That mine has been a blessing, I’ve really fallen in love with him and I want to spend our last bit of time together, while I still can.”

“Yeah…sure…enjoy,” he muttered and shoved me off him as I fell back, moving to sit next to John with a hand on his leg as Roland rolled his eyes before leaving us.

“Did you mean that?” John muttered and I glanced at him as he slowly managed to sit up, bruised and with dark bags under his eyes. 

“What?” 

“That you’ve fallen in love,” he said and I rolled my eyes, helping him to his feet and over to a small cot up against the far wall as John sagged into the mattress, looking terribly tired. 

“Yeah…I might’ve,” I muttered and laid back, feeling him pull me against him. “IT’s hard not to.”

“Really? I thought I was quite hard to get,” he shot back as I rolled over in his arms so I could look at him and run a hand through his dirty and bloodied blonde hair. 

“Who’s fault was that?” I shot back and he chuckled before reaching over and giving me a kiss. “Eh…it’s fine, we’re here now.”

“That we are…are you still just falling?” 

“Are you?” I asked and smiled when his cheeks started to turn red.

“No. I can’t be.”

“Me neither,” I muttered and leaned a bit forward, resting my head on his chest. “I think I love you, John Walker.”

“Right back at you, Alex Cross.” 

I chuckled and moved back despite his protests, looking under the bed to see if my master plan had worked and to my complete and utter shock, it had. I pulled out a small black case and unzipped it to find a pen-like device inside with two small prongs that fit perfectly into the small holes on the cuff on my ankle. I went to town on the cuff and it released on the first try, freeing my ankle that was a bit blistered from the shock but my powers could at least function and I became vaguely aware of the minds outside the door. 

“What is that?” John asked and I smiled, before holding up my foot. 

“It was on Roland but I teleported it.”

“You can do that?” 

“Nope. But it worked,” I said and smiled. “They didn’t block all my powers, teleportation is new, they wouldn’t have known about it so I thought I’d try and concentrate on the key for the cuffs and my powers did the rest.”

“So…we can get out of here?” he asked and I sighed, knowing it wouldn’t be easy and most of the guards outside the cell would have block or at least something like it.

“Sort of…” I muttered and paced, trying to think of a tactic that would work when my eyes focused on John and it was like a light bulb had gone off. 

“Uh oh…I don’t like that look,” he muttered and I grinned before taking a seat next to him on the bed, a wide smile on my face. 

“John…we’ve established I love you right?” I asked and he nodded. “Good…because…I want you to play dead.” 

His eyes widened and I didn’t blame him, it was an odd ask of him and a thought that might not work, the guards could be smarter than I gave them credit for. But John was also the most important thing in the world to them, they needed him alive and if they thought he had died…maybe they’d send a few guards to come in and check and we could…steal their outfits and get Mel out like it was a cake walk. 

Or we could die…but I had more hope for the first…at least I was pretty sure I did.

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

Alright, alright, alright! New story drop time! After working on this for several months, it's finally time.

This little beauty is a part of the awesome Sonic the Hedgehog Big Bang 2024 event that was ran by the mods over on the discord. ( @sthbigbang ).

Another huge thanks goes to the absolutely wonderful artists for their collaboration art pieces for this fic.

@vanlikespaintingclouds (X), @kkomsed (X), and @mmollymercury (X). Links will be updated!

I See Your Monsters, I’ll Chase Them All Away.

Central Characters: Shadow the Hedgehog, Maria Robotnik, Gerald Robotnik.

Summary:

In the grand scheme of things, Shadow's existence in this world was so short, so inexperienced, yet for Shadow himself, it feels like he's been here as long as everyone else.

Even keeping his best friend, Maria, happy each time they see each other and hang out started to come so naturally that he didn't question how to improve on it, he just did it and the results were better each time.

He wanted to help her, he wanted to save her from this illness, to let her visit that planet that was filled with so much wonder and beauty, something they could experience together.

He wanted to keep her safe.

But just like a fire trying its hardest to burn its last spark of embers in the darkest night to share its glow and warmth, that hope doesn't always last forever.

It's a story about the values of trust, the strength of friendship and the power of love, a story of Shadow the Hedgehog and how he was able to be the last burning ember in the darkness that fell over the entire colony. He will be the light that chases the monsters away.

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Chapter 1. I see you…

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He doesn’t tend to look back on the past too often, mostly because of what is available for him to look back on, which wasn't much.

His memories are usually hazy, out of order and hard to comprehend at times, and that was before he was aware that his own memories were altered after he was woken up.

Whenever he tries to remember those days of his past, the early days of his creation, he could never clearly remember the time where he first opened his eyes or heard sounds for the first time, only things that happened soon afterwards.

His first memories upon his creation were always a blur of images, incomprehensible to his newly born mind.

The lukewarm feeling of the water surrounding his entire body as he floated in the capsule.

The tight yet secure feeling of the mask wrapped around his muzzle that allowed him to get air that never seemed to run out.

It was a whirlwind of emotions and sensations that was overwhelming to him even though he didn’t feel scared.

The various, tall, unrecognizable figures that passed by in his field of view, staring at him with either wonder or bewilderment. Sometimes standing close up to where they talked among themselves while looking at him as if he was a bomb that was getting ready to blow if they got too close.

Humans.

They are called Humans.

Somehow he already knew that; he didn’t know how he knew this answer, but it seemed to match with how he saw them and accepted the notion.

He would tend to imagine what they were actually talking about, since all he could hear was the muffled sounds of their voices. Some were higher in pitch than others, a lot of them were deeper, which made it harder to understand them other than hearing the noise.

The duration of time was unfamiliar, he didn’t know how long a day or a week was while he was in there, only knowing that once the lights had been turned off, it was quite a long time before anyone else came back into the room.

Eventually, he did see one person that caught his eye during one of the dark periods of the day. Somebody he'd never even seen before.

A smaller human?

A child. It is a child.

Again, he already knew despite him never meeting said child before.

He saw her walk into the room, stepping in slow, careful steps; her head glancing around at the endless equipment that towered over her. Eventually her line of sight finally landed on his incubation chamber. At first he thought he was imagining things, with how still she was standing in the near pitch black darkness of the lab until she finally moved closer.

She was smaller than he originally thought, much smaller than any of the humans. She was taking small slow steps towards the capsule, staring at him with wide eyes, tilting her head as he stared back.

Her eyes were a color that he didn't recognize, they were…bright and luminated against the dim, thick liquid of his capsule. The same color was seen on her attire, covering her entire torso to her feet from what he could see.

They were hidden behind some odd, rectangular shapes resting on her face, the light from the capsule reflected off of them each time her head moved.

The one color that stood out was the even brighter color that was seen on the top of her head and was trailing over her shoulders. He couldn’t explain it but as soon as he saw it, he felt… ease. Like the color of this oddly looking mane from this tiny human suddenly made him feel comfort and didn't know the answer why.

If there even was an answer.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the human walking even closer to his capsule and started to knock lightly against the glass. His eyes locked directly onto her's, making her jump from the direct eye contact and take a step back, but not too much where he could still point out the distinct details on her face. Like the light dusting of tiny dots that was around her nose and cheeks or how the square objects on her face were constantly slipping down her nose so she kept having to push them back up towards her eyes.

She brought her balled up fists close to her chin and mouth, shrinking back and stepping backwards away from the capsule and into the shadows.

Why was she backing away? Was she apprehensive?

Or was she scared?

Or was she scared of him? He wouldn't be able to harm her from where he was, not with the thick glass separating them from each other.

Maybe she didn't know that, maybe the smaller human was scared due to how he appeared to her. He still didn’t know how his full appearance looked other than the brief times he was awake and was able to see his reflection and take note of how dark his own body looked, a stark comparison to the human’s light clothing and hair.

It was only when she started to back up more away from his capsule was when his hand began to reach out to her, he didn’t realize until his hand came in his line of focus.

The human paused, eyeing his outstretched hand and hesitating, finally stepping forward into the light once more. She stared curiously, giving a small, timid wave at him.

Raising his hand slowly, he copied her wave, earning him a smile from her and watched her cautiously when she came up close and placed both her hands against the glass.

She studied his face, tilting her head from side to side, making him unconsciously do the same. She then tilted her head to the other side, with Shadow following closely.

This brought an even wider smile from her, she continued to rock her head back and forth while he followed every move. He noticed as she was doing this, her shoulders were moving up and down, while her stomach moved in and out in a manner that looked like she was breathing rather rapidly, but she was still beaming at him in a way that didn't seem like she was in distress.

She even pressed her face up against the glass, crossing her eyes and puffing up her cheeks, creating a small fog with her mouth.

He didn't know much about humans, but they were already so confusing to understand.

The girl's head suddenly whips around, almost in alarm towards the door, making him see where she was looking right as the doors slid open to reveal another human, his silhouette was immediately recognized by the overtaking detail of the long and giant length of the hair follicles that protruded from under his nose.

It was the human that he had seen the most the moment he first opened his eyes. He still didn’t know why he always felt at ease whenever he was around; perhaps it was the way he didn't react to him in a manner the other humans did, more-so bringing a calmer, comforting aura to him whenever he approached the chamber during each visit.

The same aura this child was carrying as well.

The taller human walked over to where she was, taking a quick glance at him through the glass before kneeling down next to the smaller human, saying something to her that he wasn’t able to pick up due to how softly he was talking.

A few moments passed, where the girl nodded her head, her shoulders slumping down and looking at the floor. The man's face softened as he gave her a gentle head pat, got up to his full height and reached out his hand to her.

The girl took it and the two started towards the door. Shadow could feel a sudden wave wash over his body, growing more and more each second as they got farther away.

He didn't want them to leave, he didn't want to be alone. He wanted to follow them outside this tank, to move his legs and arms and not have them be bumped against the glass. To hear their voices clearly and remember the words that they say and hold onto each one in his memory.

The girl waved her hand at him again, her eyes locking once again with his and her mouth moving as if she was saying something to him.

Even though it was during the moment right as the doors closed behind them, he had been able to distinguish certain words that they would repeat around him.

“Bye.”

Though, he could only hope that this was less of a “bye”, but more of a “see you again”.

For the first time, he really hopes that he will be able to see her again.

All he can do now is wait.

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[ghostchems]

Sweet 16. having your actions controlled by a shadow figure that's moving right outside your room

May I request a trip to spicy town with either Terzo or Dracopia? Your pick!

the phantom touch - papa emeritus iii x f!reader/cardinal copia x f!reader

this takes place after upiór (ao3 linky). i have wanted to return to this world so badly and this prompt absolutely kicked off the inspiration. 2k words of FILTH. FILTH. 18+! mdni! highly recommend reading upiór first :) ao3 link for this one!

Cardinal Copia has been gone on clergy business for the last week, leaving you alone in the abbey for the first time since you had been moved into his quarter. Except you aren’t really alone. There is a ghoul posted outside of your door, rotating every few hours to ensure that someone is always there, watching you. When you leave, they follow you and even after pleading with them that you just want time alone they tell you they are under strict orders to keep you safe. Copia is convinced that you are always in danger, especially when he is away.

But hasn’t the danger been dealt with already? Terzo is gone;  Copia banished him back to hell after he had turned on her (no thanks to the Cardinal laying out why it had been her fault all along, even if it was a lie). Nothing stands between him and the power he so desperately craves anymore but you still feel like a prisoner to him. Meanwhile, Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil are having him be their little errand boy but he is too under their thumb to see that they are merely using him. You keep your mouth shut, though, because most of this is only from what you’ve observed. It’s not like Copia has opened up to you about this, anyway. You feel like a pretty, little trophy of his. A reminder that he gets what he wants, no matter the cost.

It’s late and you’re snuggled up in bed beneath the softest, most luxurious covers you’ve ever felt. Being Copia’s pet has its perks, not that you would ever admit that to anyone. And even with him gone and with you having the bed all to yourself… some sick part of yourself misses him. Your mind starts to wander away from him, the yearning for the time before overtaking the perks of the now. You miss Terzo, even after everything. You hope that he’s found peace in hell, that he’s finally at rest with his brothers. You think about him so often, no matter how much you try to push him from your mind. 

Loving him was easy. The two of you got along and you had the most fun with him out of anyone you’ve ever dated. There seemed to be no consequences at the time and you were just enjoying him and his company. You feel you saw the real him more than anybody else — he was a goof but his emotions ran deep. 

You find yourself starting to doze off as you think of him and his delicate touch you feel a sudden gust of wind from nowhere. The room is lit up, no windows are open and the air is turned off. Your mind buzzes, almost as if someone is poking around it, and you sit up in bed to cast your gaze around the empty room. There’s nothing there but you feel it, something pulsing inside you.

And then you hear it.

I am here to ask for forgiveness, amore. 

The voice is unmistakably his. Even in death, Terzo knows how to find you. 

I am here to ask you for forgiveness and to give you a gift.

He starts to somehow take control of you and guides your hand over your body, groping and pinching your breasts through your black satin pajama top. You have no idea how he’s doing it but you know that it’s him. Terzo’s thoughts mix with yours — you see visions of Hell, visions of torture, but also visions of Primo, Secondo and him taking their rightful place. You’re distracted by these images while your hands work deftly to unbutton your top and then cup and knead your tender breasts. You give a soft groan, the touch undeniably his even though he is using your hands.

A gift for il amore mio.

Your breath starts to quicken as arousal spreads through you, your fingers rubbing at the peaked flesh of your nipples.Heat pools between your legs and you give a soft groan as you pinch at your nipple. One hand slips slowly down your stomach and pushes at your pajama bottoms and underwear. You feel insane… but stranger things have happened. You choose to lean into it, to believe it’s him and that he’s here possessing you to give you this gift. It feels like closure to you.

You wiggle out of your pajama pants and underwear, your palm pressing against your already swollen clit. His name falls from your lips in a needy moan. 

That’s it, amore.

Your other hand moves from your breast down to your dripping cunt, circling your lips tantalizingly slow. You lean your head back against your pillow, lips parted and eyes shut as one of your fingers slips inside. Words of encouragement fill your mind, loving words and sweet coos, and you find yourself getting lost in the feeling. You curl your finger inside of you just right, just as he would, finding that spot deep inside you that makes you tremble. You feel so free, more free than you have in months, and its building inside of you. He hasn’t even touched you for long and you’re already hurtling towards release — because it’s him. 

You’re so close; it’s dangling right in front of you, ready for you to dive for it when — 

“What have we here?”

You freeze, eyes darting to the voice, immediately feeling Terzo’s presence slip away. Copia leans in the doorway to their bedroom, in his usual black tailcoat, and crosses his arms. His lips curl into a slimy smirk as his eyes wander your body. You don’t even know how to react, still hazy from how you had touched yourself, eyes wide as your gaze meets Copia’s. You slowly slip your fingers out from inside of you, all too aware of the sound it makes. Your heart thunders in your chest, already so wound up from your release being cut off. 

“You couldn’t wait until I got home, yes? So needy for your Cardinal, aren’t you?” Copia slinks closer to you, his words going straight to your slick cunt. He’s always had this way about him, ever since he moved you into his quarters. You hate the way it makes you want him. The feeling of betrayal lingers in the back of your mind each time but that doesn’t stop you, it never does. “Give me your hand, amore.” He purrs, reaching out for it. You know exactly what he wants. You lift your hand, fingers still slick from touching yourself.

Copia grabs your hand by the wrist and brings your fingers to his lips, slipping them inside his mouth with a groan. His tongue swirls around your fingers, licking and sucking the slick off of them as his eyes squeeze shut from your delicious taste. Your lips part in a soft gasp, your cheeks flushing and the ache between your legs burning more than before. He pulls your fingers from his lips, still gripping your wrist tightly and presses a tender kiss to your palm. This is your reality: Terzo is gone and Copia is all that you have.

He lets your hand go and leans in, his nose just brushing against yours as you feel his hot breath on your lips. You can’t help it — your fingers card through his hair and pull him down to you, your mouth crashing against his. Copia hums into the kiss, his tongue pushing inside and you can taste yourself on it. He gets onto the bed, hands pushing apart your legs so that he can settle between them and he starts to slowly grind himself against, his cock already throbbing through his tight black pants. You groan into his mouth, your own hips jerking to meet his, desperate for some kind of friction.

“Fuck, amore.” Copia huffs as he pulls away from the kiss only to press his forehead against yours. He reaches down to work at his pants, tugging at the zipper while you take it upon yourself to unbutton his tailcoat. You’re almost frantic as you undo each button before pushing it over his shoulders just as Copia gets his cock free. He feels how urgent you are, how much you need him so he positions himself at your entrance, the head of his cock applying pressure to it and giving you a smug grin. “How badly do you need me, my sweet?” 

“Copia.” You whine and run your fingers up his chest, nails scratching lightly at his chest hair. You try to move, squirming below him for any kind of friction but he holds you in place and keeps his cock pressed almost into you. “P-please, I need you. I… I’ve been fantasizing about this ever since you left.” A lie. A little white lie but you see how Copia’s face lights up, encouraged by your response. He pushes in slowly, his eyes focused on your reaction as his own breath catches in his throat from how you stretch around him. A deep, shameless moan tumbles from your lips, your arms curling around his shoulders while he fills you.

His thrusts are slow and sensual, truly taking his time with enjoying your body. His lips trail along your neck and collarbone while his free hand strokes and pinches at your sensitive skin, roaming your body. You melt into his touch, your body moving along with his, pleasure and relief washing over you. Copia groans into your neck as his hands reach your ass, squeezing it harshly while his thrusts grow more needy. You arch your back which allows him to drive himself even deeper into you, massaging along all of your sensitive spots. He slips one of his hands up your neck to the back of your head, fingers knotting in your hair and giving your head a sharp tug just as his hips piston into you at a reckless pace.

You scream out, your nails clawing across his back, legs trembling. His breath is hot on your ear, mixed with growls that rumble against you while he maintains this new, unrelenting tempo. Your walls start to spasm and contract around him, feeling your release building at an intense rate. Copia lifts his head, eyes half-lidded and lips smeared with black paint and you catch his mismatched gaze. He looks hungry, starving for you, a low snarl ripping from his lips before he kisses you again. You sigh against his lips, eyes squeezing shut as your body writhes beneath him. Copia is devouring you, his tongue tasting every inch of your mouth as he keeps a tight grip on your hair. 

“I’m -ah- close!” You choke into his mouth, your body trembling and your hold on him tightening. He groans in response, his lips hovering just above yours and he snaps his hips even harder into you. A whine leaves your lips, your legs trembling around him, your nails scratching along his back again. You start to come undone as your muscles tense and shockwaves grip your body. Copia fucks you through it, his hips stuttering as his own orgasm builds. It washes over you, a sob falling from your lips as your vision blurs and you cling to him, unable to think about anything other than how good he makes you feel. 

He comes inside you, filling you with his seed to assert his possession of you. You know deep down that’s why he does it but something about it turns you on. Copia hovers over you, panting lightly as he brushes the hair from your face. Your eyes meet and he offers a sweet smile before slipping off of you and pulling you into his embrace. Silence falls between the two of you. Your gaze flickers up to his face and finds his eyes closed, a content look on his face. Coherent thoughts start to creep into your brain and you find yourself staring off into space.

You feel that Terzo is gone, perhaps for good this time. When your eyes focus on Copia again, his eyes are open and he is looking at you almost lovingly. He leans in and presses a tender kiss to your forehead.

“I missed you too, amore.”

[atouuugenei]

01.06.2025

7:16

Okay so first off //TW for brief mentions of gore and also emetephobia

There were two dreams however i only remember one part of the first one. That being that maybe I was comparing about som to my friends on discord and one of them sends this link to a fake story about a boy who did something horrifying anf then took pictures of it and posted it online. Now when she sent this she CLEARLY said read at your own risk but I clicked anyways but my brain was gracious enough to have only cartoon renditions of the actual gorey images and they were also censored so I only got the displeasure of reading a bit of what happened before stopping. Whuch I guess is better than the last dream I barely remember because the most I can recall were the awful massacre scenes that ends in people on the ground in the dark with their brains blown out that were literally everywhere. Fun stuff.

Anyways the second dream was a little more tame but still not fun.

I was in like this area/building that looked like some weird hybrid mix between my school and church. The church part looked extremely dilapidated in one area for some reason. I was at youths on a friday niggt it seemed until I was pulled aside by one of the leaders (by pulled aside I mean literally dragged to the back) because there is sort of an issues between some people at my youths at the moment, two of them are visiting from college and my closest friend there has a recent fallout and resulting meltdown from the interaction and I made a private report about how he was being treated. That’s what was being addressed by the leader. The two girls and my friend were there too which would not happen in real life since it was a private report that will likely remain anonymous.

So we’re gonna n the back and he is talking to them about it and I’m not really list because suddenly

babies.

????

A bunch of the babies and toddlers from the church just show up on the unfinished and broken staircase (that doesn’t actually exist by the way) and suddenly I am preoccupied with either guiding them back down to the sanctuary or stopping them from falling to their deaths. My brother was also there even though he is eight years old and NOT a baby but I used that to my advantage and told him to guide the babies back to the sanctuary and watch them.

Now after all that suddenly the old dilapidated room became extra dilapidated.

No walls, filled with garbage in dirty pink water. I don’t know what coupd have possibly been in that water that made it pink. Now the issue here is that when my youth leader turned back to talk to me after everyone else had magically disappeared and I had just finished saving the lives of multiple toddlers I was like floating on top of something in this gross pink concoction and he just went “ew”. Did I mention that I didn’t actually know this was dirty water filled with garbage yet? (EITHER WAY WHY WAS I JUST IN IT????)

But he very bluntly said “it’s garbage” and suddenly I felt every little but and chunk of debris caked up in their on my skin and ran out. Then I felt reasonablely nauseous and looked over to see that my youth leader was now talking to a person in my class from school and someone who graduated like two years before us.

At this point I began to notice the scene had changed to look like the parking area and basketball court at my school but before I could do anything I just crouched over on the ground and threw up for a concerningly long time for a dream and felt awful.

Then when I got back up finally the two people from my school started waving to me to throw this ball around and run.

So then I complied, I took the ball and kept throwing it and running with it while they chased me to the gate of the basketball court and then after that we all seemed to just settle down and laugh about it and also one of them made a backhanded comment and some random person sitting on the bench.

And then I woke up.

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