#back into my hidey hole now see you guys next month

[painfulguess]

doodlin with sharpie

[sarahsoba]

Faking Fate Chapter 3

Big shout out to @separatist-apologist for letting me use her Day Court city name. Her fics are canon to me, it didn't feel right to use any other name!

HUGE shoutout to @lovingelucien for being my beta reader/editor. She's my guardian angel fr.

@tele86 @foxyfairydream @the-hidey-hole

If Nesta wasn’t hurling into a toilet, she spent most of her time taking advantage of Day’s extensive libraries. She read her typical romances of course, she occasionally picked up a history book, wanting to learn about this new fae world that she found herself living in. She also read a couple pregnancy/parenting books, to ease her nerves about her situation. 

Helion said her scent started to change about a week ago. That was surreal. Despite Helion’s insistence that he’d be there to help her, she couldn’t help but feel very alone. Her mind wandered to Cassian. What kind of father would he have been? Thoughts of him with their baby did things to her. The guilt of keeping the pregnancy from him sat uneasily in her stomach, right next to the morning sickness.

There she was, reading in the light of her silver flames. Helion taught her how to create her own flames and how to silence fireplaces after learning of her aversion to fire. Helion had promised to teach her how to use her magic in a safe, controlled environment, and the idea of it didn't make her want to retch. She had a feeling that Helion would make for a much kinder teacher than Amren. And with a baby on the way, Nesta didn’t want the danger of her uncontrolled magic at large.

Nesta glanced at the window. Helion said he would be back that afternoon, though he didn’t say exactly when. When Helion left, Nesta felt like there was nothing keeping the Night Court from coming in and  her, despite knowing they weren’t looking for her.  Helion was  keeping something from her. Though what it was exactly, she couldn’t tell.

When Helion opened the door late that evening, Nesta nearly jumped out of her skin. “You’re back.” She said, searching for him for any sign of what he was keeping from her.

“I am. And I brought surprises!” Helion grinned, opening the door further, revealing Gwyn and Emerie, each carrying duffle bags, with tears in their eyes as they looked past Helion to Nesta. 

Nesta gasped, standing to greet her friends as they both dropped their bags and lunged for her, crying as they held her. 

“Cassian told us you died!” Gwyn cried, “Don’t ever do something like that to us again!” 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I- I didn’t have many other choices.” Nesta giggled through the tears, happy beyond belief to have her chosen sisters with her.

Emerie sniffed and pulled away to look at her, brows furrowed, “Are you pregnant?” 

“They didn’t tell you? I’m about a month along.” Nesta smiled, unable to contain the joy of being able to celebrate with someone other than the High Lord.

Her sisters squealed and hugged her tighter, “We’re going to be aunties! No, fuck Cassian, I’m their dad now.” Emerie said with a sense of determination she often saw in her winged friend.

“How do you know Cassian is the father?” Nesta asked, eyes narrowed, as the girls finally pulled away to wipe their eyes free of tears.

“Timelines?” Gwyn shrugged, “You didn’t have to tell us the details, you were always practically glowing after a night with him.”

Nesta’s face flushed red, “I was not!”

“You absolutely were.” Emerie smirked.

“How long are you guys here for?” Nesta asked, wanting to change the subject.

“As long as you are.” Gwyn grinned, “Helion offered us positions in his library!” 

Nesta thought back to her first time seeing priestesses in Helion’s library. Helion told her that it was originally the Day court that had the concept of healing women working in the library. 

“You’ll like it a lot. The library is much larger here than in Night.” Nesta said. 

“So we’ve been told. I might even open up a bookstore in Rhodes, if I can raise the money.” Emerie revealed, “Helion offered to sponsor me, but I don’t want to take too much of his kindness.”

“Are you sure you guys are okay with leaving the Night court behind like this?” Nesta asked, the worry creeping up on her

“After what they did to you? Absolutely.” Gwyn said resolutely.

“I didn’t want to stay in the Night Court after Cassian told us you died.” Emery added, “We didn’t have the means to leave until Helion approached us.” 

Nesta looked past her friends to Helion, who was casually leaning against the wall, watching the exchange with a smile on his face. Nesta ran over to him and embraced him tightly, “Thank you for bringing them. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I would do much more for you, Nesta Archeron.” ______________________________________________________________

Lucien never received many visitors. He got the usual door-to-door salesman about once a month, despite being in the city for a few years now, he had yet to make many connections with the townspeople of Velaris. The fact that he was often away, in the human lands, didn’t help with much either.

So when Lucien received a knock on his door one afternoon, he was surprised. He was  downright shocked to see that it was Elain, carrying a large bag. Mostly books, he noted. She seemed out of breath, like had she run there. It took him a moment to still his heart as he opened his mouth to speak before he was interrupted.

“Can I come in?” she asked, panting.

He nodded and shifted to let her in. Elain hurried in, setting the bag on the nearby couch. He shut the door behind her looking over, “What’s going on?” eyeing her warily.

“You and I need to go to the Day Court.” she said quickly. 

“The Day Court? Why?” 

“I had a vision. Nesta is alive. In the vision you were with me. So you need to come too.” She said simply, as if it was obvious.

“Do you know why I need to join you?” Lucien asked, still wary, but growing more hopeful by the moment. She hadn’t said this many words to him since they had met at the cauldron. He was waiting for a catch. A trip to the Day Court with his mate sounded exactly like something he needed. The inner circle off his back and time with his mate unaccompanied.

“Something about missing family.” she waved off, going through the bag to make sure she hadn’t missed anything.

“What’s all that?” he asked, gesturing to the bag with his head.

“Nesta’s things. I stole them from Feyre. If Nesta truly is alive she’ll want these back.”

“I thought you had a proper burial for her. How would she still be alive?” he asked, pulling up a chair and sitting in it backwards. 

“I don’t know. I’m hoping she’ll tell me when I see her.” she said and slung the bag over her shoulder. “C’mon, get your things!  We have to leave before they realize I took everything.”

He sighed. This wasn't the craziest thing he’d do for his mate, but it was up there. He trusted her and her visions. He stood, packing a bag of necessities. He was rarely in his apartment so there wasn’t much. “Alright, I’ll winnow us there. Do you know exactly where she is?” he asked. Shaking her head, “I think the palace? We should talk to Helion first.”

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It was late evening as Nesta, Gwyn and Emery sat in a circle, going through baby name books, picking out their favorites. They were all in their pajamas as they bounced name ideas between each other. Helion told her that fae don’t typically prepare for the baby before it’s born. Bad luck or something like that. But Nesta couldn’t help but be excited now that her friends were there.

There was a knock on the door as Helion popped his head in, “Nes, can I talk to you?”  

Nesta got up from the circle and left the room, she stood just outside the door with Helion, “What's going on?”

“Elain and Lucien are here.” Helion said, getting straight to business, “I have a feeling Elain had a vision of you. What should I do?” 

Nesta cursed internally. She should have known Elain might have a vision about her. That she might be led to her. The more she thought about it, the more she didn't have an issue with Elain knowing about her, though she didn't want her running back to Feyre and Rhysand about her.

She thought about this carefully, “I’ll be nearby. I’ll listen in on the conversation.” 

He nodded, “Ok, let me shield your scent.” he said with a small hand gesture.

Rolling his shoulders, Helion walked to where Elain and Lucien waited.

“Lucien Vancerra. Elain Archeron. How can I help you both?” He asked kindly, keeping his eyes on Elain.

“I’m here to see Nesta. I know she’s alive.” Elain said firmly. 

“Elain, you saw her body. You buried it.” Helion said sympathetically, “She’s not here. She’s buried in the Night Court.”

“I had a vision of her, alive and pregnant, here in Day.” She asserted, her brows furrowed.

Helion sighed, “Even if she was here, which she is not, I wouldn’t discuss her situation. Not when you could run back to Feyre and Rhysand.”

“I won't.” She promised, “I don’t wish to speak to them. They’re dead to me. They promised Nesta would be happy and healthy in the house and look where that got her. I’m prepared to stay here indefinitely. If she were here, of course.”

Helion eyed her warily, arms crossed over his chest.

“How about a bargain? An oath to secrecy?” Lucien offered. “I, Lucien Vancerra, swear to secrecy on Nesta Archerons whereabouts, on my life no one will hear about her from me without her permission.”

Elain’s mouth lay agape at the sheer confidence he had in her and her visions. She’d given him scant details about the vision, and yet he was staking his life on it. 

Elain gave a similar vow, offering her life if she revealed Nesta’s whereabouts without her permission. She felt a familiar ping of magic whenever a bargain was struck.

Helion watched protectively, once all was said, he sighed and looked to the doorway where Nesta hid. 

Nesta entered, timidly, embarrassed now that her ruse was up. Elain set down her bag and ran to her sister, enveloping her in a tight hug, “Oh my god, Nesta!” she cried.

Nesta sighed and hugged her back, “I’m sorry Elain, I had to.” she said, trying to think of how to explain this all to her. 

“How did you even do it?” She asked, pulling away, Elain’s hands cupping her face.

“The body was fake.” She explained, “But the scene wasn’t. Helion got to me in time. I’m sorry-”

“I get it, Nesta. Seeing your… fake body like that was traumatic but I understand why you did it. I saw how they treated you at dinners. How they spoke of you behind your back. They even used you for your magic. You weren’t safe there.” Elain said.

Nesta felt tears come to her eyes, “Then why didn’t you do anything?”

“They promised me that sending you to the house was the right thing to do. That you’d be safe there. I’ve seen your death a million different ways and I was so desperate to try to prevent it.” She explained, “I finally just wanted to see a future where you’re happy, Nesta. And I think you achieved that.”

She nodded, “ I think I just needed someone. Anyone. Not to judge me. To be there and tell me it was going to be okay. I cant use bathtubs anymore and I can’t be around fires. I just… wanted things to go back to normal.” 

Elain took Nesta’s hands in hers, “No more ignoring you because others tell me to. They will have to pry you from my cold dead hands for me to leave you again.”

That made Nesta smile.

“There’s another reason we came.” Elain began, “Lucien has some missing family here in the Day Court.”

“Missing family? Who?” Nesta said, looking up. She regarded the two males now, standing side by side. Then it clicked. The resemblance was uncanny. 

“Can we do a paternity test?” Nesta asked, looking at Helion.

“Between who?” he asked

“You and Lucien.”

His eyes widened as he looked to Lucien, searching his face for something. It seemed Lucien was doing the same. The room came to a stand still as the two males regarded each other. Helion shifted closer as his hand came up and held Lucien's face, “How could I not see it before?”

“Are you…really my father?” Lucien asked, voice quiet as he held back his emotion.

“How old are you?” Helion asked

“Four hundred and fifty three.” Lucien said, “That might be off by a couple of years but- oof!”

Lucien was quickly interrupted as Helion pulled him into a bear hug, tears streaming down his face, “I have a son…”

Lucien chuckled and hugged the male back, his eye wet with his own tears. He let out a breath, “Yeah, you do.”

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Hey guys! I've recently have fallen back into love with the God of War series (mostly the Norse series Mimir and Sindri are my faves} and I thought it would be awesome to write something with one of my mainly used OCs from a story I'm making

Her name is Flash (they're normally gender fluid but it's the female version in this case) and she's what I call a Draken (a dragon like person and no she's not like a DND dragonborn or a dovahkin). She's pretty small being around between 5'-5'2" sometimes so she's pretty tall by dwarven standards.

I hope you guys like my story and if you wanna see more content or a self insert request or maybe more OCs I'm up for it! I'd love to make new friends on this game! Please don't be mad at my writing skills I try my best!

A Dragon's Loyalty

{An OC × Sindri Fanfic}

{Flash x Sindri}

Warnings: {possible}, "censored cursing", insecurities, OCD/Germaphobia, skinny body, etc.

Rating: Fluffy Cotton candy with a side of sassy dragon {you have been warned}

★★★★★★★★★

{Flash's pov}

It was like any other morning now...cold, wet, and hungry. I've been mostly on my own since I've left Kratos and Atreus since they were being hunted down by Freya...myself somewhat included. I started camping out in the mountains where she can't track me half the time, nor would she want to where her main target was down in the staved forest below. Gods I wish I could go down there and have a nice warm meal.

My mind begins to wonder, looking to the sky for a sign, I soon found my answer in the form of a familiar voice. It sounded like screaming. HIS screaming. As I ran around the corner of a few ledges I find him pinned in a crack of the canyon. Trying to dig him out was a large dragon, possibly new in town, and wanted a snack for the road.

"Sindri!" I called out.

"Falishia?! Help me!!" He called out, "This dragon is gonna eat me!!!"

I twinged in pain when I tried to leap forward. Stupid stomach wanted to make me look like a wimp. I fought through it and leaped up to catch the dragon by the horns. It noticed my grasp and tried to scrape me off like I was a bird turd or an annoying wasp stinging them. If only Brok could hear my thoughts now....

"The name's Flash!" I leaped into the weight of it's swings and shakes of it's head and knocked it into a cliff facing nearby.

As that new fellow of a dragon kept trying to snap at me I knew I had to end this quickly or I'll be it's skinny snack for the road and Sindri as an appetizer. I reached for my daggers but I remembered that I damaged them to a troll last month in a fight to keep my hunt. They were basically broken and dull letter openers. I tossed them aside back towards Sindri and chose to fight with my bare hands.

"Alright worm with wings....let's dance..." I growled then roared loudly as I leapt into the air as it came up to strike.

My strikes were weakened but precise. My claws were all I needed to take it down. My easy victory turned difficult with each second as it flew around the canyon. My grip began to slip as it soon pinned me against the rock. It's eyes focused on mine. Both spark with the fires of survival and battle. When it started to open it's jaws I heard two whistles of metal fly past me and lodge themselves into the stone next to me. It was my daggers all fixed up.

"Use them! They're fixed!!" Sindri yelled out in his cowardly cry. That caught the attention of the dragon again. It let me go and dropped me. I quickly grabbed onto my daggers as Sindri scampered away to his hidey hole.

I spared no extra seconds and launched myself from my perch and stabbed the daggers into the skull of the dragon. It's cries and roars echoed through the canyon as it fell dead upon the cold damp cliffside it used to call home. I dislodged my daggers and put them away. I hopped off the beast as Sindri peeked out.

"it's...gone...." I huffed out.

"Thank....Thank the gods that's over...." He breathed out shakenly before continuing some paused work. As he turned around to ask me something, I was on the ground. My energy spend was taxing on my frail body. All I could remember was his voice screaming my name.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I soon woke up.

I woke up in a strange place.

The ceilings and floors were fine crafted. The bed and pillows were nice compared to fur and your own tail for warmth and comfort. I sat up to see I was in a spare room of some kind. I looked down at the sheets. All pristine and uniform with the area. No doubt Sindri's work....

I put a hand on my side. It was all bandaged up from the scratches and what not I sustained in that battle. My ribs and stomach definitely showed with thinly stretched skin.

Stupid Fimblwintr...

Even my own tail looked horribly matted and skinny...

A knock at my door took me out of my trance. Soon a sliding door opened to show Sindri with a bowl of some kind. The aroma hit my nose and my stomach immediately churned.

"Seems like I had Brok whip up something on time then" He quipped.

"better now than never...nearly starving me" I snatched the bowl and chowed down on everything. I didn't care for the mess.

"now that you have food... I'd like to ask you something" he said with a shy undertone.

"like what? Got some feelings in a bunch of am I just dense?"

"N-No...well....how did you get so far gone?" He shuffled into a nearby seat.

"not much of a cook, ate my kills raw or smoked what I could..."

He did a small gag at the 'raw' part before taking the now empty bowl.

"Is it also bc of what happened? About a year or so ago?" He looked concerned.

"....Yes....but also my own troubles..." I sighed.

"troubles?"

"to be honest....my body just...doesn't listen sometimes but today it did..." I turned to him.

"H-How come today?" He chuckled nervously.

"Because I wasn't going to let that ember nosed rummaging scaly lipped lizard get one of my prizes treasures!" I growled.

Sindri coughed as his ears dusted a light pink.

"A-And might I ask what was the treasure? Did you hide something vial on me?! Ugh!" He patted around his pockets and armor until I stood up and grabbed his collar.

"You do have something that not many have in a life time....a dragon's loyalty" my eyes glowed a soft red hue from my blue hues. My dark short hair grazing his face, "and no way in Helheim is that coming off anytime soon"

His gazed was focused but scattered. I could feel his breath hitch at my distance between him. Amazing that he didn't pull away. Maybe he thought of sucking it up for once in his life.

"Well...ummmm...thank you for the gift and for...saving me..."

"The same for you...now I must leave..." I turned to go to the door of the lavish house.

"Wait!" Sindri called out.

I stopped, "What's this? Now you want a dirty dragon?"

"You seemed...cold and alone out there...maybe I can return the favor and" he sighed, "and let you stay"

"does it come with meals and a warm bed?"

"of course! I'm not a savage!"

"like me?"

"You're not a savage... you're my friend" he gently reached out and touched a finger to my chest.

I grabbed his hand and his waist. I dipped him into a gentle scoop and grazed his beard. I rubbed my cheek into his glove and licked his cheek as I gave him my signature smirk.

"Maybe a bit more?" I purred

Sindri stood cold for a second before wriggling out of my grasp. He tried to wipe off his glove and cheek.

"YOUR TONGUE IS LIKE SAND PAPER!!! AUGH!!! GROSS!!!" he ran off to go wash himself off. I swore I heard a loud bellowing laugh from Brok downstairs.

As I watched him race out of the room, I felt a little warm knowing I belonged somewhere again. I know I tease him a lot during my years of knowing him but now....

I know where heart resides...

I hope he feels the same...before it's too late...

[bts-hyperfixation]

Play time - kinktober day 8

OT7 - o r gy

Smut 18+

Contains member on member and anaI

The boys hadn’t been back in the dorm five seconds before they started looking for you. You’d decided to stay in the dorm while they were away, so you still felt close to them. Yoongi had texted you as soon as they landed with an ETA and the promise of presents. Your heart fluttered at the thought of seeing your boys again, but it didn’t stop your mischievous side from immediately searching for a hiding place. You were never one to make things too easy for them.

You found a small hideaway at the back of Jungkook’s closet and pulled a box in front of the entrance to obscure you further. When you heard the door open you sent the first hint to the group chat.

Y/N: I’m hidden somewhere cosy (emoji) the first one to find me can have me all night.

JK: Anymore hints for finding you?

KTH: or do you just want us to tear the whole place apart… because I will

Y/N: See what you can find and maybe I’ll send more if I get bored

You put your phone down and listen for the boys’ whereabouts. Knowing them, they’ve probably already split up, there are no friends in competition. You hear someone enter Jungkook’s bedroom, so you squish yourself closer to the wall. You can just about make out the maknae’s profile through the small gap you’d left. He places his bag on the bed and glances around the room. For someone with so much talent, he really is terrible at treasure hunts. After he leaves, you send another hint.

Y/N: You guys have a great laundry detergent, smells so fresh

KSJ: Laundry room?

MYG: Maybe? I don’t know where there would be a hiding place in there though.

The search continued, and you sat for another 10 minutes, getting a little bored with the game.

Y/N: (Bunny emoji)

PJM: ARE YOU IN JK’S ROOM???

KNJ: HE TOLD US HE CHECKED THERE

JK: I did…

It’s not long before you hear seven pairs of footsteps heading towards the room. There is a small commotion as each of the tries to enter the room first.

“It’s my room” Jungkook whines as his hyungs push him out of the way.

“You lost your chance when you came in here the first time” Yoongi countered

“Move I should get to go first… I’m the oldest” by the sound of his voice, Jin had puffed himself up ready to take on anyone that disrespected him… of course this led to laughing from the other members. He may be the eldest, but he is by far the least threatening. You can’t help giggling at the conversation. They hear the sound and stop arguing immediately, heads snapping in the direction of the closet. You held your breath hoping they would go back to arguing, you may be getting a little bored, but you really hated to lose. No such luck. The boys made their way into the room, suddenly becoming one cohesive group again. Namjoon is the one to remove the makeshift box door you had pulled in front of your hidey hole.

Being met by his amazing dimples did help soothe the burn of making such a silly mistake and letting yourself be revealed. He offered you his hand and helped you out of the hiding spot before pulling you into the tightest hug he could manage. Soon you were smothered by all the boys, struggling to breath, but also struggling to care as you relaxed into their touch. This world tour had been their longest yet. After a short while they released you and you took in their appearances. Longer hair and tired eyes, but still very much as handsome as when they left.

“So does Namjoon get me? Technically he did find me” you tease walking your fingers up the leader’s chest. The boys around you letting out incredulous groans.

“That’s not fair, we all found you together, he just moved the box!” Jimin whined wrapping his arms around your waist, his way of protesting your advances on his hyung.

“Well then what do you suggest? Want to share?” each of the boys looked at each other in turn and nodded. They often shared you between them, after all they loved each other just as much, but it was very rare for all seven to be with you at the same time. They liked to make sure you were always comfortable. Right now though, all any of you wanted was to feel each other’s skin.

Jimin’s hands move to the hem of your shirt, playing with the fabric and exposing a slither of your stomach to the other boys. Hoseok is on his knees in front of you instantly, licking a line across your newly exposed skin. His fingers hook around your belt loops and he shuffles your jeans down your legs, just as Jimin pulls you shirt over your head. The remaining five watch you closely. Their eyes graze up your body taking in the new lingerie you’d bought for their return. The cute bralette and bikini set did wonders for you. Jimin’s hands find their way to your covered breasts, rubbing your nipples through the sheer fabric making you lean back into his chest and let out a sigh of pleasure. Hoseok, never one to be outdone, takes this opportunity to sharply bite into the flesh of your thigh.

Clearly the sight had been too much for some of the boys. Taehyung and Namjoon were together in a similarly compromising position, Tae’s sweats around his ankles as Joonie rubbed at the younger boy’s member through his boxers. You let yourself focus on the two of them. The sight has you so aroused, you can feel your core dripping already. Hoseok chooses this moment to run a finger along the middle of your panties.

“So wet already?” Hoseok taunts “Did you really miss us that much?” you fidget at the sensation and nod sheepishly, all eyes on you suddenly making you shy. Hoseok chuckles a little then goes back to running his tongue along your thighs, teasing you softly. Every time he got close to your underwear he would pull away and start a similar trail up your other leg.

“Fuck this” Jungkook’s curse is the only warning you get before you are thrown over his shoulder and carried out into the main part of his bedroom. He carefully lays you down on the mattress before climbing on top of you. His lips meet yours in a passionate kiss, months of pent up need and want manifesting in this one action. It doesn’t take long until the two of you are broken apart by a slightly disgruntled Yoongi. the older member reprimands the maknae for taking you away. You giggle as he helps JK strip and decides on his punishment. Of course, the youngest is all too eager to please, he drops to his knees mouth wide and ready to be abused. Yoongi unbuckles his pants and places his dick on Jungkook’s waiting tongue. Without hesitation Jungkook deep throats his hyung. The usually stoic rapper lets out a scandalous wail.

In the meantime, Jin has made his way to you, sitting up on the pillows. He pulls you so you are sat between his legs and signals for you to remove your panties. You oblige and throw the offending article on to the floor. His long fingers trail down your sides and find their way to your clit, he rubs the sensitive nub in lazy circles as the two of you watch Jungkook’s punishment, although from this angle it definitely looks like more of a treat. The sensation made you wriggle, causing pleasure but not enough to help you get anywhere.

“What’s wrong baby?” Jin’s lips graze your ears as he speaks. You whine a little in response hoping he would get the message. “Words babygirl… I need your words” you take a deep breath before you speak

“I need you to move faster” You had never been good at vocalising what you wanted from a lover. A fatal flaw really, it had often left you unsatisfied before you found the band. Instantly his fingers build speed. Figures of 8 drawn in your most sensitive area, the exhilaration almost proving too much for you. If that hadn’t been enough what came next certainly helped. Your eyes were scrunched closed trying to focus on the feeling Jin was giving you, when his expert fingers were joined by an equally talented tongue. You opened one eye and found Taehyung staring back up at you. His deep brown eyes filled with desire as he lapped up the juices that had been flowing freely onto the sheets below you. You’re orgasm hit quickly with the new addition. Both boys continuing until they were sure you had come back down, the stimulation almost proving too much as you whimpered. Taehyung kissed his way up your body. You expected him to finish his trail with your lips but instead he aims around you to access Jin. You’re left sandwiched between the two men as they shared the taste of you in a deep kiss.

You glance passed them to watch the show Jungkook and Yoongi were still giving. The sight calls to you and you crawl out from under Taehyung. Positioning yourself behind the elder, you take the opportunity to part his cheeks and run your tongue along his entrance. The action shocks him, forcing him to lose the control he had. Hot cum shoots down JK's unsuspecting throat. The black haired boy chokes at the unexpected sensation but does his best to swallow what he is given. Yoongi pets his head, praising him, before turning to glare at you. A sheepish grin spreads across your face as you shrug innocently at him.

Unfortunately, the domineering rapper doesn’t fall for your feigned innocence. Instead, pulling you up from your knees and grabbing your hair at the nape of your neck.

“That wasn’t nice y/n, poor Kookie could’ve gotten hurt.” His face is millimetres from yours. You can feel his lips graze against yours as he speaks

“I'm sorry” your eyes are on the ground, an effort to suppress the shit-eating grin fighting it’s way on to your face. The pale boy uses his leverage to force you back on to the bed. You find yourself lying with your head on Namjoon’s toned thigh, your mouth now in the perfect place to lick at his hardened member. You stick out your tongue and try to lick at the tantalising treat that had been placed in front of you. Just before you can wrap your mouth around it, Joon pulls it from your reach.

“I believe you’re in trouble baby... Naughty girls dont get what they want” Joon’s eyes are filled with mischievous malice. You were too busy having a staring contest with the leader to notice the punishment Yoongi was preparing for you. That is until the chilly sensation of lube makes an appearance in between your butt cheeks. Suga laughs as you jump in surprise, coating his finger in the liquid before pressing his way into your back entrance. You squeak at the intrusion and the tag-teaming rapline just laugh. Namjoon takes this opportunity to let his dick fall back within your reach and You lap at it hungrily. Just when you get used to the stretch of one finger Yoongi adds one more, prepping you, he repeats this process until he decides you've had enough foreplay. He summons Jungkook to take his places, first rubbing a generous amount of lube on his lovers cock. Jungkook lines himself up and pushes deep inside your ass. You groan around Namjoon’s dick making him quiver at the added pleasure.

Jk waits until he feels you relax to start moving, placing your legs over his shoulders to gain better access. Neither boy was able to last very long due to the pent up energy they had left over from tour. Namjoon came first, coming all over your face. There’s nothing that boy likes more than to see you wearing him. Jungkook sees his hyung's seed dripping from your chin as he opened his previously squeezed eyes. It is enough to send him over his edge. He pulls out of you and aims his cum to mix in the same place. The maknae would take any excuse he could to see you covered in multiple members cum.

Jimin took this opportunity to crawl on the bed next to you, running his tongue through the puddle on the side of your face. He hungrily lapped the remains of the cum from your face before kissing you deeply dragging you away from Namjoon in the process. The middle member let out a whine in protest until Jungkook filled the newly vacated space idly tracing patterns on Joon's stomach as they both recovered from their highs. The two were notoriously needy after their orgasms.

Jimin moved you so you were straddling him, his hard tip pressed into your opening, waiting. Waiting for you to lower yourself down into his lap properly. You take an agonizingly long time to slide down his full length, letting out a long moan as you did so. You slowly bounce yourself up and down, winding him up, wondering how long it would take for him to flip you over and take you as hard and fast as he could. The man was not known for his sexual patience.

Just as you thought, the smaller man can’t wait long before you are manoeuvred on to your hands and knees. Your met with the sight of Hobi's dick stood to full attention in front of you. Clear that the two mean to take you together you open your mouth ready and willing. The two thrust in tandem, in, out, in, out. The speed increasing gradually as both chase their orgasms. You find yourself also nearing your second finish just as a new pair of hands find their way to your clit. Taehyung appears from underneath you rubbing at your clit fiercely, to a point where it’s almost painful. Almost. Your second orgasm causes both your pussy and throat to spasm, finishing both men off in one quick motion. The seven of you are panting and sweaty, collapsed in cuddly heaps on the large bed.

“So how was tour? You ask after catching your breath

Kinktober

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[selectivegeekwithstandards]

Parkour Jaskier - Part 5

“I bet there have been times where he could sweet talk someone into a threesome, though. Probably the shouting type of person.I wonder if Geralt keeps a (mental) list of most hilarious and/or sexiest of Jaskiers escapes.“

Thank-you @seralyra for this wonderfull idea, I had a lot of fun with it :) 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4  Part 6

Geralt’s mental list probably has more to do with Jaskier’s more stressful or funny escapes.

The ones where he insists on hiding in their inn room for a solid week before finally leaving with Geralt (heavily cloaked and at night time).

The commander of the local guards’ son: a quiet young man betrothed to a woman from the next town. He’s very gay, but his father is very homophobic. When the father bursts in on them, Jaskier of course leaves with all due speed. The man somehow gets it into his head that it was JASKIER’S fault for turning his son gay (maybe the guy finally got the nerve to stand up to his father or maybe he implied that it was Jaskier’s fault, either way Jaskier doesn’t blame him). Jaskier spends a whole week refusing to leave his room at the inn, Geralt is forced to bring him his food, and when Jaskier is finally convinced to allow Geralt to accompany him out of town (after hearing that the asshole had tried to hire GERALT to hunt Jaskier down), it’s in the dead of night, fully covered, lute hidden under bundles carried on his back.

There’s the time with the Archbishop’s daughter - Geralt only finds out about it when he sees Jaskier running full speed (and fully naked) down the main street with about 10 angry priests trailing behind him. It’s probably Geralt’s favourite because the day afterwards the archbishop had a massive red faced rant sermon in the town square about the danger of strangers and the importance of virtue. The speech got particularly heated and Geralt made a note of some of his favourite phrases: including “the beast with two backs” and Geralt’s personal favourite: “Vain idle headed mountain goats.” - Almost had Geralt laughing out loud. He wouldn’t stop maliciously humming “fishmonger’s daughter” for WEEKS - when he DID sing the actual words, he always substituted “fishmonger” with “archbishop” just so he could be sure Jaskier knew exactly to what he was referring to.

Or the time Geralt was in a Lord’s manor, preparing to settle a deal in order to sort out a local drowner problem with one of the man’s servants when sudden shouting from another room causes the man to rush out leaving Geralt to wonder what the fuck is going on. Geralt waits where he’s left for a bit  to finish off the apple he’s grabbed from a nearby fruit bowl (and a couple more for later), before growing bored and following the noise to find the commotion - he’s not the only one, and a whole group of people have gathered round trying to figure out what’s going on. He stays in the shadows listening in, and from what he can gather one of the lord’s sons is pissed because the lady he was hopefully courting had just been caught in bed with another man. “Clean out the window he was, just like that!” “Probably dead then, that’s a 3 story drop” “no, there’s no body!”. With a sinking feeling, Geralt shifts his attention to, presumably the cuckolded lordling “all those fucking jewels and flowers and it’s all ‘oh my I must have time to think of this, no we can’t be alone together, think of the scandal’ - fucking months I’ve spent trying to ply her open only to find  that the moment I leave her alone for more than a day, I come back to find her with some random stinking bard between her legs.”

Geralt heads back to the room he’s left in to wait for the servant to return to finish their deal, happy in the knowledge that Jaskier is probably long gone by now, safe in some comfortable hidey hole. He takes the opportunity of being in the room alone to sink down on one of the comfortable looking chairs - he’s not normally allowed to sit in places like these, let alone sprawl which is what he does. Leaned back, head tilted up, eyes closed momentarily in happiness. When he opens them, it’s to meet those of the startling blue pair belonging to none other than the “random stinking bard” himself - looking hopelessly endeared at Geralt’s antics, so distracted that he’d apparently completely forgotten about pulling his trousers up.

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[grifalinas]

Once upon a time there was a poor woodcutter who wanted a child so badly that one night, while walking alone in the woods, he told the wishing star that he would “even settled for half a child, if only he could be a father”.

Of course, since it is a well known fact that the wishing star is a fairy and that fairies are dicks, this was foolish of him, but the deed was done, and sure enough: nine months later his wife gave birth to a child who was only half a boy. This must be taken in the most literal sense: his entire right side of his body was nonexistent.

Now at this point you’re probably thinking “okay, now hang on a minute” and you’ve probably got a lot of questions about anatomy and mortality rates and you might even be preparing to tell me so many things about congenital defects and explain that such a child could not possibly survive, but listen. Don’t worry about it.

The poor woodcutter was a little put off by his child’s condition but he had meant what he said, and he was not a man to be put off by fairy dickery, so he took his son to a tinsmith and had a tin half-body made for his right side, so that now he was a whole boy and, again, don’t worry about it. This is a fairy tale.

The boy, whose name was James, grew up the same as any other boy, and we can only assume the tinsmith made bank replacing his body for him every few months as he grew (and then grew and grew and grew because by the time he stopped growing he was as tall as the trees in the forest of his birth. Not literally, of course, but this is a fairy tale so,).

And so James grew into a fine, strong young man, a woodcutter like his father, and since I know you’re wondering: yes, it was made of tin, and yes, it worked.

One day, while James was out in the forest doing whatever it is that woodcutters do- cut wood, presumably- he came upon a crow trapped in a bramble bush.

Now, James, as was by this point well documented, was a very soft-hearted young man, and didn’t like to see any creature suffering needlessly. So without a second thought he chopped away the brambles that were holding the crow prisoner, and then carried him home and cleaned and bandaged the wounds that he’d acquired during his entrapment.

The crow was too badly hurt to fly away, so James made him a comfortable nest and left him in it to rest until he’d healed, and as it had been a very long day and the sun was nearly set, James ate his dinner and went to bed.

During the night, he thought he felt a presence at his side in the narrow bed, but when he woke the next morning it was empty, save for a single black feather, which he tucked into his pocket.

Fortunately the crow was feeling much better that day, so James let him back out into the woods and gave no more thought to it, because he was the sort of soft-hearted guy who was always helping injured animals in the wood and it was his good fortune he lived alone because if he had a wife she would most certainly have complained.

(He did not have a wife. There were reasons for this, one of them being his half-tin body and a much bigger one being that it took any woman about five minutes to realize he really, really wasn’t interested.)

Another day, as James was once more out in the woods doing his job, he found a man had fallen into the river, and was struggling against the current. Since James’ half-tin body made him very strong, it was no trouble for him to reach into the river and just pull the man back onto the bank. The river roared at him for taking his prize, but the man was safe, and he clasped James as though he were a long-lost brother, which, if you’ll recall the wish James’ father made in the beginning of this story, was clearly impossible. Also, the man was as old as James’ parents.

The man, as it turned out, was a king (not of James’ country; just A King in general), and he was so grateful to James for saving his life that he promised James his daughter in marriage. James thought this was a bit much to offer someone just for pulling him free of the river, but he figured there wasn’t any harm in at least seeing what the princess thought about the idea, and told the king that he needed to prepare his house for his absence and he would come along shortly behind him.

So the king went ahead to tell his daughter and prepare her for her upcoming nuptials, and  James went home to get a change of underwear and lock his door.

-/-

Meanwhile, the king returned home that night and immediately sent for his children.

Now, this king had two children, a son and a daughter who were twins. Their names were Raven and Qrow, and they were as alike in countenance as twins can be when they aren’t identical, and they were also very rebellious and willful and strong-minded, and not the sort to just go along with it when being told their father had promised Raven to a man she’d never met just because he’d fished him out of a river.

“Absolutely not,” Raven said, folding her arms and glaring in a way that told her father she meant it.

“You can’t just go marrying your daughter to some rando just for saving your life,” Qrow agreed. “What if he’s a creep? Or ugly?”

“He’s not ugly,” the king said. “He’s very handsome. He’s as tall as a tree and he has a beard. That’s handsome, right?”

“Do you mean that he’s literally as tall as a tree, or only that he is very tall?” Raven asked, because this was a fairy tale and sometimes you have to double-check these things.

“He is very tall,” the king explained. “And his eyes are very blue.”

“That does sound handsome,” Raven agreed, “but I still don’t want to marry him. It’s the principle of the thing.”

“At least wait until you meet him to decide,” the king asked, and Raven agreed because, you know, maybe he wasn’t a creep. But privately she had already decided, because if he married her because her father said so she’d have to go through all of the trouble of training him to respect her free will, and who has time for that?

-/-

The next night, James arrived at the palace, and the king had him brought up immediately. While he was waiting for his audience, unbeknown to him the king and the twins watched him through a secret hidey-hole in the wall.

“Well, daughter?” the king asked. “Is he handsome enough to meet your standards?”

“He’s very handsome,” Raven agreed, “and I do like how kind his smile is, but on balance I think I’m still going to refuse. I can’t go marrying a man just because my father made a foolish promise. It sets a poor precedent.”

“Well now what am I supposed to do?” the king said. “I made him a promise. I can’t go back on my word, it makes me look like a bad king.”

“I think promising something that isn’t yours to promise makes you look like a bad king,” Raven sniffed. “Just tell him you made a foolish decision in the heat of the moment and ask him if he wants something else.”

And then she looked to her brother to back her up, but Qrow had spent the entire conversation gazing through the hidey-hole at James, and now he said, “If my sister doesn’t want him, I’ll take him.”

-/-

James was beginning to wonder if perhaps he was being played when the king finally appeared.

“So here’s the thing,” the king said. “My daughter doesn’t want to marry you, even though you are handsome and kind, because of the principle of the thing.”

James could understand that. Honestly, he was a little relieved. He’d been thinking on the way over that he wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do with a wife.

“But,” the king went on, before James could reply, “I have a son, and he would be happy to marry you in her place.”

This, to James, sounded like a much better option.

“All right,” he said. “If he doesn’t mind.”

So a feast was prepared to celebrate the engagement, and James met his husband-to-be for the first time that night, and fell in love, or anyway he fell in like, which is still pretty good for an arranged marriage.

The next night, they were married, which we can only assume was because this is a fairy tale and things can be sped up. James did think it odd that the wedding was being held at night, but he supposed royals had their odd ways different than the ways of the common folk.

Certainly it made it take a lot less time to get to the wedding night later.

Now, James was very much looking forward to his wedding night, but he thought he ought to get some full disclosure out of the way before they went any further. However, it turned out his husband had something similar in mind, because as soon as the door closed behind them and they were alone, he said, “I have something to tell you.”

“I have something to tell you,” James echoed. “You go first.”

“I’m currently under a curse. At night I’m a man, but when the sun rises I’m going to turn into a bird. It’s extremely inconvenient.”

“It’s not that inconvenient right now,” James said. “I’d rather have a man for my wedding night than a bird.”

“I guess that’s fair. What did you want to tell me?”

“I only have half a body. The right half is made of tin.”

“Oh. Did a witch kiss you, too?”

“My father made a very stupid wish on a fairy star.”

“That sounds also really inconvenient.”

“It was before I stopped having growth spurts. Now it’s fine. Though it does tend to be offputting for the women in my village, who’d prefer a husband whose manhood isn’t made of tin.”

Qrow nodded, and, as he’d spent more than five minutes with James at this point, said, “Are you sure it’s the tin putting them off?”

I won’t bore you further with their banter. Suffice to say: they had a very fulfilling wedding night, and in the morning, James woke to find his bed empty apart from a single black feather, which he sat admiring for quite some time until a maid brought him his breakfast and he quickly put it away, because it was kind of embarrassing to be caught pining for one’s husband like that.

[harryandhishook]

2-Blind First Date 100 writing prompt challenge - ConVin

Pairing: Connor x Gavin Reed

Setting: Detroit

Warning: Swearing, Gavin being Gavin, Cute Gayness

Summary:  Tina found out about Gavins little crush after he let slip when they were drinking and now she’s determined to get his mind of it. So, with a blind date and Gavin being the nervous wreck that he is, will he be able to find love?

Words: 4776

Requested: No, however it is part of a 100 writing Prompt challenge I’m challenging myself to do, I found this on DeviantArt from ribonsnlace and wanted to give myself more than just Descendants and I needed more Android Connnor cuteness

Side note: (I’m not changing the side note because it’s the exact same excuse) For anyone reading my Harry Hook fanfiction, ‘Wings are made to Fly’ I promise I will update soon, I’ve just been so busy and had a slight bit of writers block on it for a while that I needed to try something else to get me into writing again, thanks for understanding :D 

Three months, three months since Connor came back, three months since Gavin made it up to Connor, three months since Detroit became Android friendly completely and life was quite comfortable. The DPD were no longer searching for Deviants, the policies on them had changed and now, both Android and Human were charged under the same code, anything they did were now seen as completely the same under any court of law in most states; the only difference in laws now, Anti-Android acts and protest were completely illegal and anyone caught involved with such a thing were to be immediately arrested and brought in for questioning.

Unfortunately, with everything going on and all the new laws being enforced, Gavin had no time in trying to spend any moment with his new found friend; the only moments he could steal from the Android were about an hour or so at lunch and maybe a few moments after their shifts but it seemed, after that, neither one of them could get a moment alone.

So, Gavin sat in his home, sat and drank his problem away.

The rugged detective had told no one, not a single soul about his developing crush on the Android. From the moment they met, the minute he punched the Android in the stomach, he knew he was done for, the detective couldn’t resist how breath-taking they had made something that was just machine and code, making him detest everything around him even more than before. When the revolution was over and Connor no longer worked alongside them, Gavin realised just how much he actual missed the man and his attraction grew a little stronger every day, each day, staring at the empty desk across the bullpen just pining. The day Connor came back, he had planned everything he was going to say, planned his apology and if the Android wanted, he had planned a place for them to spend some time together but when the day came, he just sat there, unmoving and scared, no matter how much he talked to himself, he couldn’t bring himself to stand up, march over and speak. When he finally did speak to Connor, plucking up the courage to make a move and leave the old Gavin behind, he wasn’t expecting what the Android had to say, he felt like such a terrible person, ashamed of everything he had done, if he was being honest with himself, he hadn’t even tried to prepare himself for the hatred or the distrust that would be thrown at him but when he spotted the Androids hand reaching out for him, he was more than happy to take it and restart his life.

Now was just the matter of trying to get any time with him, he knew he could probably just ask when he was free or maybe even just cut straight to the chase and ask him on a date or he could … he could …

Gavin sighed, once again, bottle in hand, drinking his thoughts silent which normally helped … if Tina wasn’t currently sat across from him in the booth they’d chosen at some dingy little bar they had found. She hadn’t been convinced by his ‘I’m fine’ and ‘Nothing’s wrong’ when she’d confronted him but even the younger detective knew she’d need a couple of whiskeys thrown down his neck before he’d reveal anything, which to her surprised, did not take very long,

“I’m sick of it … no matter how much I try to get him alone, he always gets called to do something” he grumbled, chest practically laid on the table, arms crossed in front of him as he rested his chin atop them, “Why the hell does life have to get in the way, I mean, the bastard doesn’t sleep so why the hell can’t he spare a few hours” he growled, staring at the almost empty glass that had been neglected in front of him; he gave a simple huff of annoyance as he glanced over to his best friend whose face was that of an annoyed parents,

“Have you even asked this guy out? Like actually walked up to him and said, ‘hey, you free tonight?’ or maybe, ‘hey, next time you have some time on your hands, you wanna maybe hang?’, have you actually done that?” the woman asked, clearly regretting even getting him into this situation; for the entire time she’s known him, she already knew the answer to that question but apparently he’d only ever listens to her when she spells it out in plan simple god damn English and from the way the detective looked away, she was right,

“Well, not exactly … no … but I can’t, I barely get a moment alone with him, he’s always surrounded by someone and even if I do get a chance to ask, I can’t, what if he doesn’t want me like that or what if he just isn’t built like that at all … UGH” he groaned louder, hiding his face in his arms like a child who just couldn’t get his own way. Tina took a long sip from the cocktail she had been nurturing in her hand, trying so hard to hold herself back from shaking some sense and maybe a little bit of courage into the overgrown marshmallow,

“Okay, who the fuck are you? Gavin Reed has never cowered away from asking someone if they wanted to go back to his house for a fuck before so why should asking someone out be any different? You like the guy, right?” Tina asked, waiting for the tiniest nod from the man across from her before continuing, “There, so stop being such a pussy and don’t bring the bullshit of, ‘but it’s commitment’, I don’t want to hear it, you’ve dated people before so this is no different, you always put up such a strong and badass front so use it and go for it, if he rejects you then we can down a few bottles of vodka and cry while watching Toy Story 3, alright?” She asked once more, taking a deep breath and another sip of her drink as Gavin finally looked up from his little hidey hole,

“But I don’t know the first thing about Androids, I don’t even know if he’d be capable of love like that and Hanks always around him, I’ve heard him call that idiot ‘Dad’ before so that’s gonna be one hell of a wall to get through and why would he go for someone li-“ Gavin had to pause, jumping into a sitting position as he watched Tina almost do some crazy spit take, choking slightly on her drink,

“Wait … YOU’VE GOT THE HOTS FOR CONNOR?!” She screamed, the entire bar of drunks and horny couples around them turned to glare at the two as Tina leaned across the table, wide eyed and very serious, all the while, Gavins eyes flew around their booth in a panic, his fingers gripped the edge of the table in fear of his best, slightly drunk, friend, “You mean to tell me, that the guy you’re talking about, the guy you’ve obviously be fawning over for ages now, is Connor, practically Hanks son anyway, Anderson, the Android you tried to mur…well, the Android you hated … wait a minute, you told me earlier that you’ve been crushing on him since you … met … him … oh god, Gavin, tell me you didn’t bully him because you were in love with him!” she begged, her eyes a lot less stern and now filled with pity,

“Okay … I won’t then” Gavin mumbled, his gaze lowering down to his, now almost, pure white knuckles. He could tell he had just given Tina the most hated types of headaches when she sighed in both defeat and annoyance,

“Gavin … how the hell did you think this would ever go …” she whispered, more to herself than anyone around her as she leaned back into her seat with a soft thump, her cocktail long forgotten now, “if I know you, and I do, I know you aren’t ever gonna try, so, how about, we get you a few more drinks, take our minds off of it and if you still don’t think you can even begin to try when you’re sober, I set you up with a friend, see if you can maybe get away from this whole thing?” She asked, knowing full well that the idiot in front of her will probably come running to her by tomorrow to help, like he had done a few times before when he needed to get laid and couldn’t find someone himself,

“Okay … If I can’t bring myself to do it, you can set me up and get my mind off him …” he mumbled defeatedly, sinking into his seat a little, he grabbed the remains of his drink, downing it in one as if it was the first drink he had had in years and by the looks on Tinas face, she understand his mood.

True to his word though, Gavin approached Tina the next day, only a few minutes before they were meant to leave and begged her to be set up with someone and in her opinion, he looked just that, desperate, but, she wasn’t going to say no.

So for the next few days, before, during and even after work, she googled and called and messaged away, trying to get everything in place, all the while, Gavin tried his hardest to keep his mind off of the cute little Android that would always walk in smiling and laughing away with Hank and the others, lucky for Tina, that was a perfect enough distraction for her to make sure he would never catch wind of any of these plans and soon, everything was done.

December 21st, the day of Gavins blind date and boy, was he nervous. Tina had told him the date, time and place but nothing else, the plan was; meet in the park near his apartment at 6pm, that would give him enough time to go home, shower, change and get there, his date would, hopefully, show up and they would head out to a little café she had found that was a cute, new, Android friendly place that was also owned by one, they would talk, share stories, laugh and hopefully, really like each other then, they would leave the café and, if it went well, arrange to meet again, that was the plan but the leather covered detective wasn’t so sure.

It was now 6:15pm, it was snowing, not heavily enough for him to leave but enough to make him regret all this, he felt like an idiot. Maybe Tina did this to teach him a lesson or maybe the person knew who he was and how much of an asshole he was so decided not to come without telling him or Tina; with a sigh, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans, ready to leave until, the small droplets of snow stopped hitting him.

Looking up towards the sky, he spotted the familiar silhouette of an umbrella covering the bright illuminating lampposts of the park and blocking any more pieces of freezing snow from attacking his hair, someone must have seen him but he was too far gone to even turn around and see what empathetic person had decided to pity him with some cover from the weather,

“You know, I might not be able to feel the cold like you do but even I know that you could catch your death out here” a smooth voice spoke out from behind him causing Gavin to freeze and this time, not from the freezing temperatures, he didn’t dare turn around, he wanted so badly for the voice to match who he thought it was but he was too scared that if he did, it would be someone else with the same voice, so he continued to stare at the umbrella … until the voice spoke again, this time a little closer than before, “I don’t really know how these ‘dates’ work but I’m pretty sure we can’t talk if you don’t at least look at me” the voice chuckled and Gavin could just picture the goofy smile.

So, with enough courage, the man turned slowly, his gaze moving down to the ground, the first thing that entered his line of sight was some nice, clean trainers, definitely and obviously not picked out by the man himself; moving his gaze up were the usual jeans that Gavin had come to recognise with a simple yet nice navy blue shirt tucked in covered by a nice but definitely different jacket. Finally, the detective pulled his gaze up enough to take in the mans features and his heart almost stopped at the sight.

Connor, the Connor, stood in front of him, his usual goofy smile etched on his face as he held the umbrella above them both, his hair as perfect as ever, his posture as perfect as ever, him as perfect as ever and that was enough to make Gavin bit his lip hard and blush which must have been bright enough for the Android to see since his head tilted to one side and his expression turned to one of confusion,

“Gavin, are you okay?” he asked softly, stepping ever so closer, “Your body temperature seems to have risen slightly above normal, are you getting sick?” he continued like the cute little innocent Android he was; quickly, Gavin shook his head and chuckled nervously, running a hand across the back of his recently shaven undercut,

“Yeah, I-I’m fine … it’s just … I didn’t know Tina had asked you and I was worried you weren’t gonna show since it’s getting later and I was getting nervous about this whole thing and …” the detective realized just how much he had started rambling, pulling his hand quickly to his side and chuckling once again, looking slightly to the side, “I’m fine … erm … you wanna still head to the café?” he asked, pointing nonchalantly towards the direction he was given which obviously was a good sign since the Android seemed to light up again, nodding excitedly, “Cool, let’s go” he mumbled as he turned away to start walking when he felt an arm link hesitantly with his, pausing any movements thereafter,

“Is this okay?” the android asked nervously, looking down at his feet, “I’ve seen people do this before and thought that maybe, we could too…” he explained, shooting Gavins heart with millions of tiny little heart shaped bullets, making him melt almost immediately as the man realized just how new Connor was to all this, so he grabbed the Androids wrist, pulling his arm tighter through his, making the link stronger between them,

“Of course it’s okay, it’s your first ever date, gotta have some experience, right?” the detective reassured, making sure their arms were tightly interlocked before taking the Umbrella from Connors other hand and leading them out of the park and into the just as quiet streets.

Amazingly, not many people had decided to come back to Detroit after the revolution and the people who did were still quite wary, however, there was a lot of unwanted attention but lucky for them, it seemed they actually slept and were nowhere to be seen.

So, as the harsh wind blew through the winter air of Detroit, the two of them silently strolled towards a single illuminated store on the street, the sweet smell of baked goods instantly assaulted Gavins nose causing the detectives stomach to growl like a dying whale speaking into a megaphone, normally that would have made him exclaim about his hunger while trying to hide how self-conscious he was becoming but apparently, since he was already insanely nervous, his self-consciousness grew immensely and, even in the dark, his blushing face wasn’t too easy to hide.

A soft giggle caught the rugged detective off guard, turning his gaze towards the source of the noise, the sight in front of him was almost too much for him to handle; Connor covered his mouth with his hand as he giggled, the little wrinkles around his eyes brightened his face in a way that could never be done before, this was probably the first time Gavin actually ever saw the Android laugh and he never wanted to see anything else,

“I … I guess I’m hungry” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he looked away as if he was now a teenager in love, “Probably should go and sort that out” he offered, peering back up at the man in front who was now gazing back with a fond smile only causing the older man to look away once again, heart racing like a jackhammer.

Without another word, Gavin continued their journey, pulling Connor quickly alone with him, hoping to any being above that the puppy dog android didn’t decide to scan his vitals and luckily, before Connor could reveal if he had or not, both their movements had stopped as they were now stood right outside of their date location.

Gavin was about to speak, state the obvious or something stupid but it seemed like his entire tongue had been strapped down and banned from speaking when the only thing he could do was make a strange hum of acknowledgment as he pulled open the door, gesturing for the Android to walk in which he did after closing and shaking the umbrella.

Once inside, it didn’t take them long to get seated at a small little two seated table near the window which normally Gavin would have avoided at all cost but … TINA HAD RESERVED A GODDAMN TABLE FOR THEM … so here they were, in view of anyone who walked past, neither one of them brave enough to speak as they both skimmed over the menus. Finally, Connor couldn’t take the silence as he pushed the menu to the side and politely folded his hands on the table,

“From all the signs I’ve been noticing, this is just as strange for you as it is for me, isn’t it?” the Android asked, smiling nervously as he watched the detective in front of him look up quizzically from his menu, “I’ve never been on a date before and to be honest, I’ve never really thought about anyone romantically, everything has been quite hectic after becoming deviant, learning emotions and doing things for myself, I’ve never really had time to think about the most human thing out there” he explained, noticing how Gavin had leaned himself onto the table to listen better, “When Tina cornered me, I was quite confused, she had started rambling about dates and potential relationships, at first I was very sceptical and didn’t really feel ready to push myself into things like that with people I didn’t know … but then she said your name and, well, I was quite amazed you hadn’t asked me first, I would have preferred you to” he finished, his shy gaze moving to his now twiddling fingers, which instantly caught Gavins attention.

It had taken the detective a moment to process the information Connor had just released to him but it was enough to have him, once again, speechless. His heart raced again as he realized that Connor had been wanting him to ask instead of Tina, that meant that he always had a chance and he was going to blow it away, wow he was an idiot,

“Wait, you wanted me to ask you out on a date?” Gavin asked, not confused per say, he just wanted conformation of that one statement which seemed to tickle the android a little as a small little chuckle blessed the mans ears,

“Well, a little, yes, I mean, I didn’t exactly know about all this dating or relationships but I was hoping you would ask me to spend more time with you, until now, I didn’t realize I had an attraction towards you” the android answered, a small blush appearing across his cheeks which instantly answered a question Gavin didn’t know he had, Androids do blush blue and now the asshole realized he was probably going to have to open up a little too, so he did, at least, he did the best he could,

“Since we’re confessing our sins, I should probably tell you that this whole attraction isn’t recent” he started, looking a little ashamed as he head lowered slightly, “the moment I saw you in the break room, I thought you were … well … hot, it pissed me off that an android could look that good so I tried to get it to go away by being an asshole to you which apparently didn’t work because when you left … I missed you … a lot, I missed your smile and your goofy way of talking and just, anyway, when you came back, I was ready to stop being a dick because I still had this huge crush on you and I wanted to try and actually get to know you better but I got scared, I thought you’d hate me and even when you said it was all cool, I still thought you’d hate me so I kept drinking to try and forget but that didn’t work and … yeah …” his eyes flickered back up to Connor who was watching him very intently, obviously keeping track of everything he just said making Gavin realize just how much he laid on him, “Sorry, that was probably way too much to dump on you on the first date … I know, how about we forget all that, all the crazy shit that happened, order food or drinks or whatever and get to know each other … wait, what can you have?” the detective mused as he lowered his gaze down to the menu, quickly perusing each item until his attention was caught by a soft chuckle across from him,

“That’s because you have the human menu” the Android mentioned, holding up his blue coloured menu with a cheeky smile, “our menus are different, they created a simple way for everyone to identify the different items here” Connor stated, to anyone, it would have sounded like he was being a know it all but Gavin to see the little twinkle behind his eye, revealing his little joking manner.

The rest of the evening went off without a hitch, they ordered food, chatted, joked, Gavin hesitantly tried the strange little smoothie looking concoction of Connors, which he had to admit, tasted like blueberries,

“…And then, she handed me this bright pink drink, I mean, it was like a glow stick and I was like ‘oh no, I am not putting that into my body, I just downed an entire bottle of Hennessy, no way’ and she was not letting up, so I took the glass, prayed to whatever deity is out there and downed it … wanna know what that bitch Tina gave me?” the detective asked as he ranted about one of his many drunken adventures, from the other side of the table, as Connor stared with intrigue, there was a little nod which gave Gavin the indication to continue, “That lying little bitch, made me down an entire glass of Pepto-Bismol, you know the stuff for stomach acid, she told me it was a cocktail and I downed it, to be honest, I can’t remember most of the night after that” Gavin finished, taking another bite out of his food as Connor gave him a soft giggle, obviously finding it quite amusing what with being around Hank and his humour,

“That was quite a story” the android thought out loud as he sipped on his ‘smoothie’, even with his limited knowledge on human gatherings and outings, he still understood a practical joke when he was told one, “It seems your friends are quite the tricksters” he commented with a smile and as the other man sent a cheeky smirk towards him, he had never felt more at home, something about this felt perfect, to Connor, Gavin felt like his long lost safe place, the piece he was truly missing,

“Yeah, Tina knows just how to make a night fun or deadly, I swear she’s out to kill me” he chuckled, placing his fork down with a light clatter onto the plate, “but, what I really want to know, does the ex-deviant hunter have any stories to tell? You must have done stuff over the year you weren’t here” Gavin asked, leaning his elbows onto the table to get a little closer to the Android which must have been a good little flirting technique when Connor, ever so lightly, bit his lip, moving his gaze to the side,

“Well, there wasn’t much I could do, I mostly stayed in Hanks house … well … there was one time I let Sumo into his room early one morning, he told me he never allows Sumo into his room when he’s in there but his alarm had been going off for at least ten minutes, he was refusing to wake up, so I allowed our little attack dog in to make sure he wasn’t dead … he didn’t appreciate that very much, especially when he started chasing me around the house with dog slobber all over his face” the Android chuckled, recited the story as if it was only yesterday, a huge grin graced his face setting Gavins chest on fire, the grin slowly turned into one of love and happiness, “That was the first time I ever called him dad” he whispered softly which seemed to melt Gavin into a little puddle on the floor.

The both of them sat for a little while longer, smiling and giggling every so often when they caught each other’s eye, neither speaking as the night continued on, patrons left and the café became quiet enough for Gavin to realize that the staff seemed to be getting giddy from watching the detectives date,

“Hey Connor, it seems to be getting quite late, we should probably head out before Hank sends a search party” he mumbled with a small blush covering his scarred nose, his chair scraping on the floor as he carefully stood, placing some money down on the table and a tip for the staff before holding out his hand for the Android to take, “Come on, I’ll walk you home” he offered, well, more told than offered but he didn’t want to come off pushy.

Gavin watched with slight amusement as Connor slowly placed his soft hand in the outstretched one nervously, standing from his seat ready to leave but the detective could easily see the slight movement of the Androids eyes between him and their hands.

After about 20 minutes of comfortable chatter and soft hand squeezes, the street leading to Connors home came into view causing both detectives to slow their pace until they had completely stopped, standing on the corner under a bright streetlamp, the light washing over the two of them as they turned to gaze at each other. Connors eyes seemed to glow brighter than they normally do, making Gavin step just that little bit closer like a moth to fire, something seemed to draw him in and he didn’t want to disobey,

“I know I’m going to walk you to your door but I guess I don’t want Hank to disturb us before we go our separate ways … but I wanted to say … thanks, for all this, agreeing to the date and … everything, I guess I wasn’t all that used to the idea of 2nd chances so all this, it was really nice and it helped, I’m just happy you-“ his words were cut short by a pair of incredibly soft lips pressing against his chapped ones, silencing any further thought that were to slip out and who was he to deny one of the sweetest ways to say ‘shut up’, so the detective closed the distance between their bodies, wrapping his arms tenderly around the androids neck as he made sure that Connor knew how much he never wanted this night to end.

Unbeknown to either men, two pairs of eyes were watching their every move through binoculars from a silent house not too far down the street, a grumpy older Lieutenant with greying hair and a younger overly-excited detective who was currently exclaiming how she was the worlds best matchmaker.

[sasuhinasno1fan]

Save a cat, get cheese buns

I have only ever written one (1) ML fic before, not counting an AU I did for a klance week, and I think it is very obvious here, but I really wanted to try @marichatmay. MariChat is my top fav of the love square and after watching part 2 of s3, I just wanted to write fanfic for this fandom. It’s also very obvious puns are not part of my every day vocab. I struggled to fit a few in there, so don’t expect more than maybe one in the rest of the month’s fics. I hope you like this anyway. I was inspired by Kiki’s Delivery Sevice. I know for this au, Chat is usually an actual chaton, but I decided to switch it up a little. Also side note, Tom and Sabine aren’t Mari’s parents in this fic. She grew up with her grandfather Fu and met the couple when they offered her a place to stay in exchange for helping out at the bakery. So, please enjoy. Witch AU

“Plagg? Plagg?” how did this happen? She arrived in this small Parisian town only about 2 weeks ago with her broom, Plagg and a fully packed bag in hand. She had gone out on her own as was tradition in her family of witches. She met Sabine and Tom who offered a place in their home in exchange for help out in front and doing deliveries – though seeing how clumsy her landings were, she could tell they were starting to reconsider that one, even though she never destroyed any orders. If Plagg wasn’t stealing cheese related pastries, he was laying all over the fabrics for Marinette’s lucky clothing. he’d been sleeping in the sun up in Marinette’s attic room and when she came back after doing a delivery he wouldn’t move for, he was gone. She hadn’t been too worried, he wondered around, getting into trouble. He lived up to his name of plague and bad luck, despite his owner being able to give good luck to her clothing items. But it became the evening and he wasn’t back. Nor was he back the next morning or that afternoon. She knew Plagg, he wouldn’t disappear like that, not when he complained about always wanting food and Tom and Sabine spoiled him with it. His disappearance didn’t make any sense.

So here she was, putting off orders she’d received for her blooming business to look for the only piece of home she had in a brand new place.

“Plagg!”

“Marinette!” the dark haired witch turned to see Luka and Rose riding up next to her. Luka had been one of the first people she met when she arrived. His calm demeanour and the way he seemed to read her – and everyone one else – helped her feel a bit more at ease. Rose was a walking sunbeam who stood out when you placed her next to her more dark loving girlfriend, but they were one of the sweetest couples Marinette had met. Ok so maybe Sabine and Tom beat them, just a little.

“Are you ok? You seem stressed. Is it creator’s block?” Luka asked.

“I wish. Plagg is missing. He went out yesterday and he hasn’t come back yet. It isn’t like him. He might go missing for a while, but then he always comes back begging for food. Have you seen him?”

“Well, it’s a little hard to miss a sarcastic talking cat.” Rose pointed out. “But I’m sure he’s fine. You said he belonged to your grandfather?”

Plagg did originally belong to her grandfather, the only other person of magic in her life. He created healing potions and balms and stood out even more as a warlock by having a turtle as his main familiar. Plagg might of belonged to her grandfather, but he’d always been hers.

“Yeah, but disappearing like this isn’t like him. I’ve already checked the cheese shop he’s always trying to sneak in to. He doesn’t like any other cheese pastries except for Tom’s, so I can’t even begin to think where he could of gone.”

Luka had a thoughtful look on his face before turning to look at Rose. “What about the guy Alya mentioned?”

Rose brighten and started to slap Luka on the back, who didn’t even flinch.

“Of course! Alya’s been looking into this guy who’s been going around taking care of all the town’s cats. Everyone calls him Chat Noir because he’s always in this black cat eared beanie and a whisker face mask.”

Chat Noir?

“He’s got to be about your age but no one has ever reported their child missing so my guess he isn’t even from here. The colony apparently lives at the old music hall, if you’ve ever seen it.” Luka threw out.

“I have! I’m going to get my broom and check. Thanks guys!” Marinette yelled as she ran back towards the bakery.

Hopefully she would get lucky and Plagg would be there. And maybe she could met this Chat Noir guy.

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It was strange to be on her broom without nails digging into her purple dress or a black ball of fur curled up precariously on the front of her broomstick. She just hoped Luka’s suggestion was right. She landed in front of the old music hall. Before it was shut down, she could see that it would have been the place to be, but now wear and tear had lessened it’s splendour The front doors were still attached and the bottom glass of the doors had been replaced the a flap big enough for cats to get through. She took her luck with the door and opened to the sound of cats scattering. The carpeted floors were torn up, no doubt from the many cats using it as a scratching post. There was a mild smell, but from what she could see, there weren’t any accidents anywhere. Marinette wondered if this Chat Noir guy got litter boxes for all the cats in the building. She could see a few glowing eyes in easily reaching hidey holes, but none with the unnatural green of Plagg’s eyes.

“Plagg? Plagg, are you here?”

“Can I help you?” a voice asked.

Spinning around, her heart in her throat, she stared at the guy standing not far behind her. He had to of picked up sneaking skills from the cats because she didn’t even hear him. Like Rose said, his messy blond hair was mostly hidden by a cat eared beanie and half of his face was hidden with a black face mask with white cat whiskers printed on it.

“You scared me.” Marinette said, breathing so her heart would restart.

“My apologies Purr-incess. Didn’t mean to make your fur stand on edge. Just the last person who came here was the reporter girl and she promised to come through the back entrance next time she wanted an interview. Cats are usually up front here and I hate to scare them every two seconds by coming through the door.” his green eyes took in Marinette in the purple dress and broomstick in hand. “I hope you’re not here to look for a familiar. Most of these felines aren’t great around people yet.”

“Um, no. I already have one. His name is Plagg and he’s obsessed with cheese. he’s been missing since yesterday and I haven’t been able to find him since. Have you at all seen him? His eyes are like a green glow stick, they’re really green.”

Chat Noir’s eyes lit up. “So you’re the Marinette he was talking about. Right this way princess.” he said, gesturing down the hall like some kind of prince.

She was cautious, but he did know her name, so she followed him. He opened one door and put a finger up to his hidden lips before taking her hand and leading her up the stairs. She had to guess that he was taking her to the theatre's booth.

“Ow! Stop biting me!”

“Plagg!”

she didn’t bothering waiting for Chat Noir as she ran to the top of the stairs where she saw Plagg in the middle of a little kitten playroom, getting attacked by 3 kittens, all using him as a chew toy.

“Marinette help me!” Plagg begged. Other than looking very uncomfortable, he seemed to be ok.

“Alright kittens, leave the poor guy alone. Chew any more and you’ll turn him into a Rex.” Chat Noir called, slipping out of his shoes before stepping over the barrier and pulling the kittens off of Plagg, before picking him up and handing him to Marinette.

Plagg’s claws dug into her shoulder as he clung to her. “Never let me leave the room ever again.”

“What happened anyway? I came back from the delivery and you were gone.”

“I found him running from Minnie. she’s kinda the resident leader.” Chat Noir said.

“I did not run!” Plagg defended.

“Oh, of course not. You were trembling with excitement when she drove you into a corner like she would do any street dog. Looks like your kitty likes it ruff.”

Marinette couldn’t tell if he meant that pun but she was starting to get an idea that he liked them. He wore black and was called Chat Noir.

“I don’t like him.” Plagg grumbled.

“Hey, I feed you my cheese buns last night because you wouldn’t eat the cat food I offered. That was my dinner.”

“Well I saved you the trouble of really bad cheese buns. Clearly you haven’t had a Dupain Patisserie cheese bun.”

Chat Noir’s eyes glowed in amusement. “They’re a little far from my territory, but I have had their macaroons. they’re meow-vellous.” he looked proud of that one. “He’s ok, by the way. Checked him over for as long as he let me hold him and brought him up here because the kittens don’t care much who comes up here. He makes a pretty great foster dad.”

“My first and last time!” Plagg yelled, Marinette moving her head away from his screeches.

“Well, thank you for looking after him. I’m glad to know he was in good hands.” Marinette thanked.

“No problem. I don’t know what your skill set is, but maybe you could find a way of keeping him out of trouble? Something tells me this isn’t his first time.”

Marinette looked at Plagg, who was still sulking and twitchy from being around the kittens. He was pretty good at getting into trouble. Maybe she would have to pick him up next time he wanted to be too lazy.

“I’ll do my best. I should get back. Thanks again.”

“Not a problem princess. don’t hesitate to come again.” he offered, bowing like a prince.

On their way back to the bakery, Plagg complained about the things he’d been through but she could tell it was just him complaining about everything. From what she gathered, Chat looked after all the cats himself, changing litter, filling food and water bowls, catching any sick cats to get them checked out. that’s why Chat hadn’t seen Plagg when he came wondering into the music hall when his curiosity got the better of him. He’d been bringing back the kittens from their check up when he heard the ruckus and saved him.

“He must be doing something pretty well to have the money to pay for all that. I know what a simple check up costs for you.” Marinette pointed out.

“Don’t ask me. He can’t even get decent cheese bread. They were hard.”

“Hard? Like they were stale?”

“Tom’s given me stale bread as a toy. They weren’t fresh, that’s for sure.”

money spent on the cats but old bread for dinner? Could he be spending all his money on the cats? She wanted to show him how much she appreciated him looking after Plagg. Maybe a simple cheese bun could be the key? She looked down at Plagg, who was still going on his ‘woe is me’ spin. Of course, she was going to have to steal a few before she feed her poor attacked familiar.

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“Why are we here?” Plagg whined.

Marinette rolled her eyes. Plagg was obviously back to his usual self. She did noticed that he did stick closer to her on the broomstick, so he clearly wasn’t taking any chances.

“I just want to thank him for looking after you. he’s obviously got his hands full with all the other cats and he gave you his dinner.” Marinette pointed out.

Plagg pouted. He didn’t like admitting he was wrong, but she knew that he had a heart of gold.

She floated down to the back of the music hall, like Chat Noir had asked her to. A few cats watched her land, growling when they saw Plagg, who growled right back.

“Down guys. No need to growl. I’m sure if you asked nicely, purr-incess here would be happy to give you a ride.”

Chat Noir came from the back entrance, hefting a large bag litter in his hands.

“I didn’t expect you back so soon. You missed me, I’m sure. I’m paw-sitivly purr-fect to be around.”

“Ease up on the puns or I’m feeding these to Plagg.” Marinette warned, holding up the basket that was in her hand.

“A gift for me? Why princess? We barely even know each other. If you’re asking me to run away with you, just know I’ve got about 40 children to bring with me.”

Marinette got the feeling puns and flirting was this guy’s way of talking. She hoped if she dug a little deeper, she’d find something a bit different.

“Something to say thanks for looking after this one. I’m sure he was a handful.” she said, waiting till he dropped the bag of litter and dusted off his hands to hand him the basket. It had cheese buns as well as a few other filling pastries. “They’ll last you a while.”

“Dupain Patisserie? My, my, you spoil me. I didn’t mind looking after him. I’m just glad you two found each other again. I’ve got to ask though. Purple dress and black cat means your a witch right? What brought you to our small town?”

Marinette shrugged. “Most witches go out on their own at my age. There was something about this place that just drew me to it.”

“Well, hopefully our meeting didn’t make you look at things in a bad light.”

“I’ll survive I’m sure. Besides, my skill set is making lucky items. I think I’ve got a bit of protection.”

Chat Noir got close, leaning down a bit so he could look her in the eyes. “I think we lucked out with you princess.”

She couldn’t help but to laugh. She didn’t know Chat Noir that well yet, but something told her she’d be surprised with what she discovered.

[poisonivysparks]

The Flightless Bird {Warren Worthington III X Reader}

A blonde boy, a little older than eighteen, was flying above me, his metal wings flapping gracefully in the wind. I wasn't that interested in him, so I just went back to the little hidey-hole that I was living in.

The Professor had invited me to stay inside, maybe take some classes, but I had declined, not liking the idea of me being around people.

I had no idea if the boy had noticed me before, we had never made eye contact or anything, I had just wondered.

I had been at the school for about two years, not being found until about a year ago by a man, whose name I found out was Hank McCoy, apparently, he was a teacher at the school. He was nice enough and looked kind of nerdy, so I trusted him. He had brought me off of the roof and down to Professor Xavier's office, where he had made the offer.

Hank brought me food every day, and I was quite grateful for him, he was like an older brother to me.

"Y/n? Are you in here?" I heard Hank say from the outside of my "home."

"Yeah." I got out and winced at the pain coming from my wings.

"When will you stop trying to tear your wings out? You're just hurting yourself, I don't think they're ever going to come off." He told me as blood dripped off of my wings and onto the roof.

"I know, but what's the point of having wings if I can't fucking fly?" I just wanted the damned things off of my body.

"God, Y/n, you're like a little sister to me, and I hate the fact that you're hurting yourself, just please stop." He rubbed my back comfortingly, not minding the fact that his hand was getting bloody.

"I-I can't, Hank, I just can't." I broke down, tears poured down my face as I clutched his shirt, probably making tear stains on his shirt.

"I brought you food since it's almost dark." He said, making me perk up. "It's (favorite food), your favorite."

"Thank you." I grabbed the plate of food he had and started eating. "Can you answer a question for me?" I asked him, my mouth still full.

"Shoot." He smiled as I swallowed.

"Who's the blonde guy with the metal wings? I've seen him flying above me, and I want to know who he is." I asked, knowing that Hank would know who he was.

"That's Warren, he's kind of new. He was the guy that had gone after Nightcrawler in the big battle that I had told you about. We had all thought he was dead, but he came to us, with only a few injuries, looking for help." He explained, making me think back to when the mansion got destroyed and I had frantically looked for Hank, but I couldn't find him anywhere.

"Oh, well, his wings are absolutely beautiful." I finished my plate, putting it a little bit too close to the edge. It slid off, breaking when it hit the ground. "Fuck."

"I'll clean it up when I get down there. Do you need anything from me before I go?" He asked, going towards the hatch that led to the attic.

"Could you maybe get me another blanket? It's starting to get cold again." I told him.

"You do know that you can sleep in the attic, it's really warm in there, it's right next to one of the chimneys." He opened the hatch.

"Are you sure I won't be in the way?" I asked, following him to the trapdoor, a small blanket around my shoulders.

"I'm completely sure." I followed him down the hatch, it was surprisingly warm. "You sleep well, and I want you to come with me to training tomorrow afternoon. You'll like it, because you're a great fighter, and you'll meet people your age. They're great kids, trust me."

"Fine, but that's the only time I have to come down, right?" I asked, making myself comfortable on the attic floor.

"Yeah, I won't make you do any more socializing than that unless you want to." He left after that, making the room go silent.

~Time Skip to the Next Day~

I sat on the roof, trying to tear my wings away from my back, black feathers were lying all around me, dotted with blood. It bled, staining my already red shirt an even darker red.

The boy, Warren, was flying around again, but he met my eyes and flew down onto the roof.

"Why don't you ever fly?" He asked, his voice like silk. I said nothing and got up, turning my back to him and walking to my hidey-hole. "Why are they like that?"

"I hate them. I want them to come off, but they just won't come off." I said in a small voice. "They'll heal in a couple hours, they always do."

"When I was younger, I had the same problem. It hurts like fucking hell, too." He said, his golden locks shining.

"Trust me, I've tried every single day, for the past ten years to get them off," I said, taking one of the rags that Hank gave me and dabbing my bloody wings with it. "And the worst thing is, is that these fucking things don't even work, they just slash and cut."

"Shit, that's rough. I can definitely see why you... umm..." He trailed off, probably feeling awkward.

"It's alright. So, you're Warren, right?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah, how did you know that?" He asked, a slightly confused look surpassed his face.

"Well, Hank McCoy has kind of been taking care of me for the past year. He's like a big brother to me. He brings me food in the mornings and the evenings, and he's just amazing." I explained, shivering and wrapping one of my blankets around me.

"Why don't you sleep inside with everybody else?" He asked, his wings moving a little as he talked.

"I just didn't want to be with other people, and take classes. I just want to be alone on the rooftop. D-do you know what time it is?" I ruffled my wings, or what was left of them.

"It's about noon." He stated, looking at his watch.

"So, Hank'll probably try to be here in about an hour." I whispered to myself.

"So, what's your name?" He asked, obviously quite curious.

"It's Y/n." I answered.

We talked for awhile, my wings gradually healing while we did.

"Y/n?" I heard Hank ask from across the roof. "Where are you?"

"I'm over here!" I yelled, waving my hand.

He smiled once he saw me and walked over to us.

"It's time for training, Y/n, and you too, Warren." Hank said, in an authoritative voice.

"A-alright," I stuttered, getting up from my spot. "Let's just hope my wings aren't too sore." I fanned them out, and smiled.

All three of us walked through the corridors, people staring at me as we walked. The Professor was rolling down the corridor that we were in.

He greeted us with a smile, "Y/n! It's nice to see you're doing well, I trust that Hank has been taking good care of you."

"He has." I nodded as we walked.

"It's also nice to see you off the roof." He rolled past us as we stopped at an elevator.

"It's nice to see you too, Professor!" I yelled back at him.

We stepped inside the small elevator, me and Warren's wings taking up most of the space, so Hank was squashed between us.

The elevator door opened with a ding, Warren and I exited first, Hank following. Warren seemed to know the way, so I followed him.

People were lined up in front of a closed, presumably locked, door. There were about five people lined up, a boy with silver hair, a boy with a red visor-like thing, a girl with vibrant red hair, a girl with a white mohawk, and a blue boy with a cool ass devil-type tail. They smiled and waved at Warren, while I hid behind Hank.

"Y/n, you need to go up there." Hank whispered to me, pushing me up towards them.

"Professor McCoy, who's that?" The redhead asked.

"This is Y/n, she's kind of been living on the roof for the last two years. I finally convinced her to come and do training with you guys." Hank told them as I just shyly looked down at my shoes.

"Hi." I waved, while they smiled.

"Can you fly?" I heard somebody ask. I shook my head no as Hank unlocked the door.

"I can fight pretty well, though." I told them, looking up.

"It's time for training, everybody inside." Hank said, ushering everybody inside the room.

I was confused on what we were supposed to do, were we supposed to fight? I had no idea.

Hank went to some sort of control panel, pushing a couple of buttons, while everybody lined up where the middle was. I followed their actions, standing next to Warren.

"Okay, so, Y/n, you should probably know everybody's names. That's Peter," Hank told me, pointing to the silver haired guy. "Ororo," The White haired chick. "Jean," The red haired chick. "Scott," Visor kid. "And Kurt." Blue guy.

"Okay, thank you, Hank." I smiled.

"Okay, everybody ready?"

~Time Skip~

I had been training with everybody for at least a month, and we were now getting ready for our first unsupervised mission.

I had kind of developed a small crush on Warren, I mean, yeah he was a complete dick sometimes, but he was caring at times and he had some sort of boyish charm that made me fall for him. I had been living in the attic for quite a bit and Warren spent most of his time with me, because he didn't take any classes. I had started to go down to the cafeteria for meals, and Hank was extremely proud of me for that.

Ororo was nice enough, she visited me once in awhile and we talked about girl stuff, I had even told her about my little crush on Warren.

We were in the jet, ready to go. Hank was in the pilot's seat, ready to drop us off. Warren and Ororo would go by themselves and everybody else and I would go with Kurt.

I breathed heavily, not ready for this shit. Warren had comforted me, rubbing comforting circles on my back, right below my wings.

"I hope this goes well." Warren breathed, calming himself down by rubbing his hands through his, now grown out, curly, golden hair.

"We're almost there!" Hank yelled.

I held onto Kurt's tail, bracing for impact, but the only thing I felt was rushing air around me, and solid ground beneath my feet.

Warren came swooping down after us, landing next to me.

The first part of the battle was boring, we kicked his ass, but the second part got a little more interesting, Warren and I were fighting side by side, Scott, Jean and Kurt were working as a team, while Peter and Ororo were working on their own.

He had brought out these little robot minions, they were quite cute and easy to beat.

The bad guy had apparently been defeated until we were walking away, and he grabbed one of my wings. "Ow! Fuck!" He pulled, getting up, but with a slight limp. "What the Hell, dude!?" The guy started running, and my wings got caught on something. I tried to pull them free but tall it did was make some feathers rip off. I pulled even harder, but they just would not get unstuck. "Well, looks like I'm going to have to do this the hard and painful way." I mumbled, knowing that it would hurt more than what I did daily. "C'mon, Y/n. They'll grow back, you know they will, this has happened to you before." I sucked in a breath of air, before pulling. A loud rip was heard, and I bit my hand to muffle my screams, drawing blood. I looked back, only a few feathers remained of my wings. "Fuck, where'd they go?" I asked, confused. They had completely disappeared, besides the feathers.

"Y/n! What the fuck happened?" Warren swooped down, obviously worried. "Oh my God." He gasped. "Where are..? What..?"

"I'm fucking fine, they'll grow back in a couple of weeks." I said, walking past him, I really didn't want his pity.

"Y/n, you're not fine, your back is bleeding really badly." He said, trying to touch me. "McCoy's going to be fucking pissed."

"He'll be fine, let's just go home." I stalked off, hearing gasps from everybody as I walked by.

"Vhat-" Kurt started, but I cut him off.

"Can you just take me to the jet, please?" I grabbed his hand, as he nodded."Thank you."

We teleported to the jet and Hank immediately came over to me and started fussing.

"What the hell did you do?" He said, hugging me.

"I got them stuck on something, couldn't get out. So, I did what I had to do." I explained simply, pushing myself away from him. "They'll get better in about a couple of weeks, it's happened before."

"Wait, when did this happen before?" He said in a confused tone.

"When I was about twelve, my mom hated me for what I was, and sh-she cut off my wings." I stuttered, walking away. "I ran away, staying in the forests with the animals, and then I found the mansion, you know the rest."

"Oh my God, Y/n. You're sleeping in the infirmary tonight." He told me as I sat down on a chair.

"Fine." I grumped, a little sad that my wings were gone, even though they were completely useless.

"What the fuck, Y/n?!" Warren stormed inside of the jet. "You just stalk off with no fucking reason on why you have no wings!" He ranted, being all pissy as I got up to face him

"Well, maybe you don't know what it's like for your wings to not even fucking work, Warren!" I yelled back at him. "You don't know what it's fucking like to be me! You're just being a dick, okay. Just, fuck off." I sat down in the farthest seat away from him, not leaning back all the way because of my back.

Warren huffed and sat down on the other side of the jet, while Kurt had teleported everybody back.

They all bombarded me with questions, but I tuned them out, saying "I'll be fine" and "they'll heal in a couple of weeks" once in a while.

"Hank, can we please just get out of here?" I walked over to him.

"Yeah, we'll be back at the mansion soon." He told me, reassuringly.

"Thank you, Hank."

~Time Skip~

I groaned, sitting up from the uncomfortable hospital bed. "Warren, what the hell are you doing here?" I spotted the blonde haired boy, who was sitting next to the bed in a very uncomfortable looking chair.

"Okay, I realize now that I was a complete dick to you the other day, and I just wanted to know what happened, you're my best friend and I care about you." He explained.

"Thanks for caring about me." I said, sad that my wings were gone, even if they were useless. I felt depressed, I tried to be happy, but it just wasn't happening.

"I can't help caring about you." He smiled, while my face remained neutral.

"Did you know that I've never flown, I've never been up in the air, never felt the wind in my hair. I've always wanted to fly, ever since I was little, and when I got my wings I thought it was a blessing, but they just taunted me, broke down my sanity, and I hated them, I hated their fucking guts. I kind of miss them, even if they were useless." I ranted, breaking down a little bit.

"I-I could take you flying, if you want." He offered, making me smile, slightly.

"Thank you, Warren!" I hugged him. "Can we go right now?"

"Yeah, but I don't think McCoy would like you being out of bed." He said as I got out of bed.

"Well, he's going to have to deal with it." I said as he got up, smiling.

We walked up to the roof, surprisingly not seeing anybody.

"It's dark?!" I said once we got up to the roof, it was dark and cold and I wasn't wearing a shirt. (there are bandages around those, so calm down)

"Yeah, that's why we didn't see anybody. Do you still want to fly?" He asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Of course! I'm going to grab a shirt, first though." I said, going over to my hidey-hole and putting on a shirt. "So, how is this going to work?"

"I don't know, the most I've flown with anybody was grabbing their hands." He admitted, shrugging his shoulders. "I could grab your waist if it's not uncomfortable for you."

"No, that's fine." I smiled at him as he held me by the waist, not quite ready to take off.

"You ready, Y/n?" He asked me.

"Yeah, ready as I'll ever be." I said as he lifted off. The wind whipped through my hair and I laughed. "This is fucking amazing, Warren! You are so lucky! You're an amazing flyer, like, holy shit!"

"Thanks, Y/n." He flew higher and higher, making me grin in excitement. "You're fucking adorable." He mumbled under his breath.

"Thanks." I smiled as his face turned slightly red.

"Oh God, you heard that." He said, holding me a little tighter.

"Well, you're adorable too, and that's why I love you." I realized what I said right after I said it. "Fuck."

"I love you too, Y/n, don't worry. I've loved you since I first saw you on the roof." He said, hovering in the same spot.

"You're an amazing person, Warren." I kissed his cheek, tenderly.

The air was silent between us, the only sound was wings flapping and the wind howling.

We slowly leaned in, and our lips met as I melted into his embrace. Sparks flew and I felt something tugging at my back.

"Y-Y/n, look behind you." He said, pulling away.

I obliged and looked back, seeing my wings, only bigger and more beautiful. I gasped, seeing the, now gray, wings.

"Holy shit. Warren, what happened?" I asked, alarmed.

"I don't know, we were kissing a-and they just sprung out of your back and it was really fucking weird." He said, panicking a little bit.

"It's alright, Warren. You did absolutely nothing wrong. In fact, they're bigger than they were and whiter." I reassured him, putting my hand on his shoulder.

I flapped my wings a little bit, slightly flying out of his arms. I gasped as he grinned widely.

"I-I-I flew. I few, Warren! Oh my God, I actually flew!" I smiled, flapping my wings and flying a few feet above his hands.

"I know, I don't know how, but you're actually flying!" He lightly laughed and I tried to hover. "It'll be hard to hover at first, but you'll get the hang of it, trust me." He held my hands, still grinning.

"Thank You, Warren, for everything." I hugged him and kissed his cheek. "I-I think you did something. You made something happen that I've been dreaming about and I can't thank you enough or do anything that could repay you."

"You could start by being my girlfriend." He suggested, our foreheads touching.

"I could definitely do that."

Masterlist

[woozletania]

There’s a raccoon in my tower, part 8 (end)

There were new rules.  Rocket didn't like them much.

It was Thor who fetched the beer after the little group broke into Rocket's lab and talked him down.  Nebula didn't drink, Tony was a teetotaler, and Pepper just sipped as the god and the raccoon got drunk together.  They both had a lot of sorrow to drown.

Thor recovered first, and while Rocket was still woozy they hashed out the rules. They were as follows:

Rule One: Rocket had to drop the damping fields and let Friday into the lab.  This was to enforce Rules Two Through Six.

Rule Two: No more planet killers.  If he needed to build something that destructive he could wait until the new labs in the asteroid belt and Lagrangian points were operational. If he wanted that done faster he was welcome to help.

Rule Three. He would budget no less than six hours a day for sleep.  He could split it up into naps or one long doze but six hours was a minimum.

Rule Four: No more recycled food.  He would eat no less than two meals provided by the staff a day and at least one had to be outside the lab.

Rule Five: He had to shower no less often than once a week.  Were he human it would be once a day, but he didn't sweat.  He still got dirty and smelly, but a shower a week about covered that.

Rule Six: Not counting mealtimes, Rocket had to come out of the lab for at least one uninterrupted hour per day.  He could do what he wanted, but it couldn't be in the lab. Joint work with others during this time was allowed.

Rocket griped about wasting time he could better spend working, but even he knew his current work habits weren't healthy and he soon knuckled under.

After much grumbling he agreed that his first venture outside the lab in three months would be to attend a lunch and meeting with Tony, Bruce, a few other tech savants and (via telepresence) Shuri to discuss improving Earth's space defenses.

It was a strange meeting.  At first Rocket just ate like a famished animal and ignored everyone, but his ears pricked up as projections and diagrams displayed the work in progress.  The very first thing he said was blunt and surprisingly helpful.

"No," he growled as the orbit plots for the yet-to-be-constructed orbital defense platforms were displayed.  "Three in a rosette is not enough.  You need two low orbit and three high orbit just in case anyone gets past the outer forts.  Otherwise you may end up firing at your own planet." He snatched the remote from Tony and quickly sketched out an orbit plot for the two groups of satellites.

Shuri blinked curiously from her holo. "Oh!  That is good.  But isn't there still a moving window in the orbit where someone could sit in a blind spot?"

" 'Course there is," Rocket snapped.  He mellowed as he spoke, though.  "That's why you put mines there.  Basic planetary defense."

He was clearly happy to be engaged by minds at his own level and bit by bit, over the next week, his reluctance to come out of his hole faded.  They no longer had to roust him out of the lab for the lunch get-togethers and three days later, without being prodded, he started coming out for dinner too.

Over that week his appearance improved markedly.  His thin fur filled out, the sunken circles around his eyes disappeared, and the tremor in his hands faded and was finally gone.  He gained at least a couple of pounds and on his little frame that showed.  He was sleeping, and eating.  Friday made sure of the one, and his new eagerness for - or at least tolerance of - social contact saw to the other.

Under ironclad orders to treat their newly social mechanic well and aware that there was far too much work for their present workforce, the staff happily welcomed the furry little techie. Rocket seemed surprised and even a bit grateful to receive such respect and other than growling at most (but not all) attempts to pet him he soon settled in, for at least a few hours a day, as part of the team.

He also heard the arcade games in the rec room, and drawn in by the sound, started spending some time there.  Rocket proved to be completely lethal with plastic guns, unbeatable as a pilot, and amazing at every game that wasn't DDR. Because Rocket couldn't dance worth a damn.

Tony found him there one day and introduced the little raccoon to chess.  He beat Rocket easily the first game, won a long war of attrition the second and watched with astonishment as he was destroyed in the third.

"You've played this before," Tony said as Rocket's little clawed fingers plucked a knight off the board.  One of Tony's knights, naturally.  "Quill taught you, right?"

"Nope.  It's basic tactics. And y'know, I was built for tactics." Rocket shrugged. "I just think eight, ten moves ahead."

Tony morosely moved a bishop.  Rocket instantly moved a pawn one space forward.  It didn't look like a threatening move but Tony wasn't fooled.

"I'll get your other Kymellian next," Rocket said, and touched Tony's remaining knight.  "Six moves 'till I get your Supremor." He pointed a claw at Tony's king.

Tony considered the board position. He was pretty sure it was hopeless.  He was only mildly interested in chess but that didn't mean he was bad at it and he'd never been dismantled by a beginner before. It just went to show what intellect lurked in that little raccoon skull.  The prickly, socially awkward raccoon was brilliant...but not in all ways.

For example, he was a lousy liar.

"You did it on purpose," he said as he considered his next move.

"What, took your Kymellian?"

Tony looked up from his pieces.  "You knew I'd see the suit and wonder about it.  If you'd wanted to keep it secret you could have hidden it like you did when you wanted us to think you were asleep. Put a hologram over it."

"Dunno what you're talking about, Stark.  Everybody makes mistakes." He pushed another pawn. Tony could see what he was doing now, leaving his remaining pieces fewer and fewer safe places to move. Another move or two and Tony's queen side defense would collapse.

Tony sat back, the game forgotten. "Rocket, I've spent months looking at your work.  I respect it, and you.  So please do me a favor and stop assuming I'm an idiot. You let Nebula and me see the suit.  You knew I'd call Thor and what would happen when I did."

Rocket studied the board for a moment, then sighed and sat back as well.  "All right, Stark.  You're smart for a humie.  Especially with this crap tech you have to work with." He sat and pondered for a moment before going on.

"I'm pretty sure I am right. Nothing's gonna work except maybe this warp overload.  It may get Thanos.  But I figure even that's got a ten, maybe fifteen percent chance of killing him."

He looked up.  "So yeah. Maybe I do want you to talk me out of it.  I'll give you a chance.  You got a year.  If we don't have my gang of idiots back by then, or a good shot at it, I'm still doing it.  You don't have to go with if you don't want.  I won't hold you to it.  Or the pirate angel.  Nebula is gonna come whether I want her to or not. But alone or in a group, I won't hesitate to die for just a chance to take out the guy who killed my friends."

And that was it, the grim center of it.  Even when Rocket was smiling, thankfully not as rare an event as it once was, he still missed his family.

So Tony, and Shuri, and Banner, and Pym, and all the others they called in, sat around the table with Rocket and hashed it out.  They worked on Earth's expanding space presence, on planetary defense, on infrastructure, on making a planet work with half the people it used to have.  And they worked on ways to get to Thanos.  They'd find a way.

"I'm pretty sure I'm right," Rocket had said.  That only made Tony more determined to prove him wrong.  He'd get Rocket's family back.  He'd get everybody's family back, no matter what.

One hurt little raccoon locked in a lab had driven home the fact that Tony wasn't the only one who lost something when Thanos snapped his fingers.  And now he'd work with the raccoon and everyone else to fix it.

Because if he didn't, Rocket was going to go off and die in an almost certainly futile effort to kill Thanos.  He wasn't the only one.   Now that he had access to galactic news he knew that every time an empire found Thanos's newest hidey hole they threw everything that had at the Titan and promptly took massive casualties.

He'd heard the argument that Thanos was right.  And there were some civilizations that did benefit from their losses. But populations would continue to grow and sooner or later Thanos would do it again.  More broken families.  More lives lost on an incalculable scale.

It was accept an unseen, but very present universal despot or fight.  Tony was going to fight.  It only took one little raccoon holed up in his tower to convince him that it was not just the right, but the only thing to do.

[ceiaofsilence]

Reading Boruto the Manga (Ch. 11)

Trying to read the Boruto manga now that they’re done rehashing the damn movie. Can’t get much worse than that, can it? Hahahahaha (To read why I did not like that movie, go here)

-Cover page: I almost turn back right there. Wtf. Look at Sarada. No, don’t look at Sarada. Her shirt/dress thing barely covers her ass. And we look at her from slightly below. If her leg weren’t angled like that - giving us a very nice view of leg in the most impractical heels a ninja ever wore, there’s every chance we’d get a panty shot. Dafuq, are they trying to make her sexy? She’s what, twelve?

-Boruto and Mitsuki look fine tho. Kakashi’s face on the mountain looks like someone forgo t to carve half his face, and the trees have cotton candy instead of leaves

-next three pages: first we get a page of trees and - gasp! - a blur and the noise of a step! Can it be? Are ninjas passing grough? Yeah, next oage we get a shot of team Konohamaru. Sarada’s still missing pants to her outfit, and she’s still got those ridiculous heels.

-Boruto’s got a radio in his ear but isn’t paying attention. Model ninja right there. Apparently he’s been actin weird lately, as Sarada informs us.

-Next panel - awkward transition, is this a flashback or is it not, what were they even doing in the forest, why are they suddenly back in civilisation, and where did Sarada and Mitsuki go, and who is this mysterious cloaked man Boruto speaks to, whose head was cut off by the panel limits?

-‘Tis Sasuke! Behold, his haircut is still hideous. I will never get over this. Also his eyes are dead.

-They’re talking about that weird mark on Boruto’s hand. Apparently everything’s fine. No more paralysis/timestoppey thing. Which Sasuke apparently noticed last chapter, despite not looking like it at all. Huh. Rinnegan hax powers

-Sasuke: “I’m not saying this to scare you-” Dun dun dun! “But what’s happening to you body isn’t normal. Like a totally smart person who has learned from past mistakes, I’ll look into it on my own instead of asking, say, a sealing expert. Tell me if anything goes wrong kay bye”

-Thank you, Sasuke, as always you are a great help

-Ahh, so it was a flashback, we’re back to the forest and Boruto is super not-worried and decides he needs to focus on the mission like he was supposed to all along.

-Abrupt scene change no jutsu! Where are we? Oh. Some game shop in Konoha. The voice of god says over an invisible radio that the Konoha Bank was robbed and civilians should please stay in the city. Because obviously the thieves fled into the forest, why would they stay in a huge-ass confusing city with tons of hidey holes and security sucky enough that the one bank could easily be robbed? The ninjas must all be on vacation or something

-And there we have the thieves. Gasp, they’re generic missing-nin.

-Wheee! Mitsuki kidnaps one of them with his gomu gomu powers. Well done!

-Generic missing-nin #1 and #2 run for the hills, #2 right into Sarada’s fist. He doesn’t fly very far, but is out for the count nonetheless. I bet Sakura could have knocked him into the sky like team rocket

-#1 is about to do something. Sarada kicks his ass. Nice. Though her fighting style looks weird. Must be the heels...

-Apparently the thieves have a boss who’s apparently waaaay stronger than his minions. Three guesses who gets to take him on, the first two don’t count.

-Le gasp! Suddenly Sarada is in distress! The ninja whose ass she totally kicked earlier is suddenly opverpowering her! Oh no! Who can save her?!

-Sup, Boruto

-”Boruto!” Sarada exclaims

“Did you get careless, that’s not like you,” Boruto says.

“Just wanted to create some unnecessary drama, I’ll buy you tea later, totally not tricking you into a date by risking our lives.” Well, she’s more ninja-ish than Sakura at least

-Thieves disappear in a smoke cloud. ALL ACCORDING TO PLAN

-Boruto: “Screw the plan, rasengan!”

-Did Boruto just kill that guy

-Apparently he didn’t listen to the plan, surprise surprise

-Strange ninja sitting in a tree. Says they did okay, you know, by their standards. Who is this mysterious fellow? he wears a Konoha forehead-protector, a Konoha uniform, and a scarf. His eyes are dead like Sasuke’s.

-I think it’s Konohamaru. With Obito-hair. And facial surgery. Or it could be a mysterious stranger who swooped in to replace Konohamaru. Who knows?

-Scene change no jutsu! Naruto’s office! We’ve got Naruto in his chair, Shikamaru next to him, Sai, and Ibiki (I think? He’s got a white cloak on. It makes him look like a doctor)

-Apparently they’re talking about idiot science-guy from the movie (and the manga I guess) who fucked up so much shit and probably completely ruined Konoha’s reputation, disobeying a direct order form the Hokage

-Science-guy was controlled! Ahhh! What a twist! Gee, I really care about this person now.

-Who I thought was Sai may not be Sai. I don’t know this face. Oh, neermind, it actually is Sai.

-Naruto you got a problem, your village is infiltrated and your Ibiki is an impersonator. His scars are all wrong. Also your hair is stupid.

-The mysterious enemy wants the ninja tech. How mysterious.

-Shikamaru, are you winking at Naruto, or is that just an awkwardly drawn face. Also, were your wrists always this thing?

-Strange ninja kid comes in and says Konohamaru & Team have done their mission. This makes Naruto super-happy. I like to see that after his precious shitty-father-displays!

-Ah, strange ninja kid is Mirai! Asuma’s kid, I see.

-Naruto & folks worried because thief boss didn’t show. Thief boss answers to the lovely name ‘corpse clone Shojoji’. Because he can transform into dead people and imporsonate them. Gee, I’ve never heard of anything like that before! And he’s in the top ten most wanted ninja! Clearly, this is a case for a fresh genin team to tackle.

-Naruto absolutely can’t deal with this, he’s got to meet with the Fire daimyo

-Abrupt scene change no jutsu! Strange old man. It’s either corpse clone dude or the fire dimyo. he’s got a spoiled kid, so my guess is the latter.

-Apparently in the Elemental Nations they don’t have pokßemon, they play ‘Extreme Ninja Scrolls’ instead, collecting ninja cards like chocolate frog cards. Spoiled kid likes doing this so much he wants to buy the entire store

-Boruto plays this game, too. He gets his super rare daddy-card for the fifth time. Poor him!

-Boruto gets called away by Konohamaru! Aha, so it was Konohamaru earlier! His hair is still weird. His face is also weird. And no, scarfs aren’t meant to be worn like that. Why did fashion king Boruto let this pass for so long?

-Now what was so important? Omg! Boruto, meet the Fire Daimyo’s son, Draco Malfoy!

-Boruto, you won the lottery! You get to guard this spoiled brat! Gee, this plot sounds familiar, too. Wasn’t that the plot of every Naruto movie pre-shippuuden?

-...and that’s it.

-Gee, what a cliffhanger. I must know how the story continues. I’m dying to read the next chapter.

Welll... it didn’t suck as badly as the movie? Aside from Sarada’s fucking clothes.

Tune in next month to see how this epic saga continues!

[fatrat66]

Okay Now I’m Actually in the Middle of Nowhere

I think this may be the most remote place I have ever been in my life. The only other place that comes close is Svalbard, but we never ventured far out of the town there. I am currently over 100km south of Dawson City, in the absolute wilderness of the Yukon. There’s nothing but trees in every direction as far as the eye can see. Oh, and a few gold mines.

I’m staying for a couple of nights with Becky and Eric, who have got last-minute jobs here at the gold mine. Becky is driving a haul truck, which entails 12 hours of driving back and forth between the diggers and the sluice machine. Perhaps I'll make a separate post later to explain the basics of gold digging, based on the rudimentary knowledge that I have picked up over the last 24 hours. Eric meanwhile is a mechanical engineer, who fixes the machinery and trucks, diggers and various other pieces of industrial equipment that they have here which break down now and then.

The two of them are both from Quebec, so have come a long way to be here, living a life that brings a certain selection of words to mind: it’s rough, hard, crazy, liberating, isolated, and WILD. There’s a makeshift camp set up here, with a few temporary buildings for lodging, a simple kitchen and bathroom facilities, and a bunch of sheds scattered around for people like Eric to work in. The mine itself is a short way away and I can hear the distant thrum and clang of heavy machinery as they dig up the earth, searching for that precious metal.

Last night, Becky and Eric introduced me to the cook, an equally rough-and-tumble Quebec man who has been there, done that and decided to live out here for a while, and all 4 of us went for a drive in Eric’s pickup truck. I’m not exaggerating when I say this was the wildest drive I have ever experienced in my life.

Eric, being a mechanical engineer, has a love of cars and engines and he knows what they are capable of. He’s also a ridiculously talented driver. I don’t know if you’ve ever had one of those rally driving experiences, where you pay a bloke to make you crap your pants in the front seat of a car as he tears down a muddy dirt road at ludicrous speeds, drifting around corners and hurling the vehicle over bumps and cracks that would surely destroy any “normal” city car. Let’s just say I don’t think any corporate rally experience in the world would be able to live up to the drive I had with Eric last night.

We drove for a further 100km deep into the rugged tree-lined hills of the Yukon south of Dawson, along dirt roads that only the most intrepid of gold diggers (and perhaps the occasional hunter) has ever been down. We passed by an old abandoned ambulance, now used as a secret hidey hole for other gold diggers. The guys stashed a few beers, some cannabis and 4 cigarettes inside the glove compartment, a gift for whoever next came along.

At one point, Eric and Becky pointed out an abandoned cabin in the woods, excitedly exclaiming that it probably belonged to an old prospector a hundred years ago, and the amount of effort it would have taken to bother to build so far out here was a sure indication that they must have struck a good pocket of gold. Otherwise, why bother building a cabin at all?

A few miles after this cabin, we reached our destination. It was literally the end of the road, which admittedly by this point, “road” is an optimistic definition. Their friend Michel, who I longed to meet, is a 68 year old gold digger, who apparently lives way out here by himself and is currently digging out his own personal mine. Sadly, it was a Friday night, and it happened to be the Friday of the month where he goes to town to spend a few days off. We must have missed him by just a couple of hours or so.

We hung around his cabin for a while anyway, and I excitedly checked out the diggers and equipment, which sat quiet and sleeping in the middle of a stream bed gully which is where he had been digging for the last few months. We also left a few more beers and an amusing note to say that we had stopped by. It was around 11:30, and the sky was just beginning to darken when we set off back and I was treated to another hair-raising rally adventure, this time in the dark and the rain, just to make things even more intense.

Sometime during all of this batshit insane driving, probably just after the 246th pothole we careened over, I remembered I had stashed my bags in the bed of the pickup truck (under the canopy). I wondered sadly whether my poor laptop will survive the ride, but fortunately my fears were unnecessary since here I am the morning after, typing up my blog. The laptop appears to be fine, and in fact, seems to be a bit cleaner, as all of the bumping and shaking dislodged a bunch of the dirt hiding under my keyboard. So all in all, the ride seems to have done both my laptop and myself a bit of good.

It’s impossible not to feel alive out here.