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thomotomo · 4 years ago

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Kia ora! Could i request a peaky blinders x male reader, where y/n is in a secret relationship with his brother tommy shelby? fluff and hiding from period typical homophobic laws

A/N: Hello dear anon! I hope you will like it! I’m not watching Peaky Blinders so I tried to keep in the universe and in character but I’m pretty sure I messed up a few things lol. Hopefully you will enjoy it nonetheless! Thanks for requesting :3

TW/CW: Incest, Slurs/derogatory terms about gay men, misoginy (ig, well they don’t talk well about women), Mention of period typical homophobia - Read at your own risks

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The atmosphere in the room was tense. Some members of the gang had been attacked and it seemed that other rival gangs in Birmingham were pushing their luck, titillating your family into making mistakes.

You weren’t really concentrated on the discussion, rather you observed your brother (and secret lover) who was seated opposite to where you were standing, a whisky in his hand, discussing the serious matter with a frown on his face with your brother, Arthur and your Aunt Polly.

You tried following the flow of the conversation but the soft light reflecting on Tommy’s face was making him way too attractive and his shining eyes were marvellous, you wanted to kiss away the frown on his face, hold him in your arms and proclaim to the world that you loved him.

Sadly, you weren’t able to do so for a numerous of reason, firstly he was your brother, and although wedding between cousins were accepted, people were taking less kindly two children from the same mother to be in love. And secondly well, people of your kind weren’t well liked (not to say absolutely despised), two men lying together was seen as an abomination and you had witnessed a few times boys being beaten for being accused of being a “fag”.

Truth to be told, you hated being unable to be with him, go outside together, not giving a care about anything or anybody but sadly you knew you couldn’t do that. You wanted to stay alive and not cause the downfall of your family’s gang and basically not disgracing them socially, so here you were, trying to listen to the conversation.

“What are your thoughts (Y/N)?”, it was Arthur who spoke up. You tried to stay collected on the outside and completely panicking inside.

“Oh erm. I think we should maybe execute one person, one example to assert our dominance and show them this as a warning and we won’t stay here doing nothing?”, they nodded as you sighed, feeling less stressed now that you answered to them.

You lit up a cigarette and smoked slowly as they discussed about who they will take down, their level in the other gang. And after debating for another ten minutes they settled on kidnapping, Ralph McAllister, a middle-ranked member from the Birmingham Boys you had seen few times in town.

All of you stayed a bit more, discussing other issues until Polly had to leave, kissing all of you on the cheek. Arthur did the same, but leaving with a clasp on the shoulder, not without proposing both of you to meet him tonight at the Garrison Pub, which you agreed to do, he left both of you alone.

You waited until you were sure they were far enough and that nobody would be able to see you, you walked to Tommy, putting your cigarette on the ashtray and took his face in your hands, kissing him softly. He sighed in the kiss and put his free hand on your hip, gently caressing it with his thumb.

“Everything is such a mess. Fucking assholes they think they can try and steal our territory.”, his hand gripped your hip a bit tightly. You caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, looking at him seriously.

“They fucking sucks but we’re going to crush them. Don’t think about them now and relax.”, you felt his grip loosen as he downed the rest of the whiskey and put the glass on the table next to him. He tapped your hip with his fingers, making you move from above him, allowing him to stand up. He gazed at you lovingly and took your hand in his.

“Maybe we should move to the bedroom? There will be no risks of being the caught.”

You nodded and followed him in his bedroom, locking the door behind you as Tommy closed the curtains, just in case. Tommy then went to his seat and you joined him, sitting on his lap, his hand directly went to your check. You leaned in it, smiling at him. You enjoyed those quiet moments with him where you could do anything without any care in the world.

He peppered your cheeks with kisses, attempting to kiss all of your freckles, making you laugh lowly. Tommy then looked at you with a gentle smile and finally kissed you on the lips; you deepened it, adding a bit of tongue to the kiss. Tommy’s free hand went around your waist, smiling in the kiss and after a few more seconds of kissing he moved his mouth to your jaw, then your neck, letting you breath as he lightly bit your neck, avoiding leaving any marks.

He stopped after a while, breathing a bit strongly, putting his head on your shoulder, both of his arms now wrapping your waist. You stroked his hair, smiling softly and shuddering as his hot breath hit your neck.

“We’ll have to meet with Arthur later…”, you regretfully said.

“Yeah… But don’t think about that love. Now we’re having a moment together.”

You smiled at him and yelped when he stood up and suddenly put his hands under your thighs. He chuckled at the sound as by reflex you wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked you to his bed and put you on it, coming to lie next to you. He brought you in his arms, cuddling you and kissing your forehead. Both of you chilled there for a while in silence, bathing in each other’s love.

After a while lying on the comfortable, cuddling and sometimes talking, you decided that even though you really wanted to stay with him you had to be “productive” and go and take care of the horses to avoid raising suspicions.

You regretfully left Tommy’s arms, kissing him gently as he stood up too, to go and plan the disappearance of McAllister. You unlocked the door and kissed him once last time before making your way to your room, changing your clothes and then went to the stables. You started by putting the horses in the field made for them and cleaned all the stalls. It was an unusual job for the son of a wealthy family but considering your family was a gang it didn’t really matter, at least you were someone to be trusted with the horses.

You really enjoyed taking care of the horses, even though sometimes it was it was very demanding job and the horses weren’t always in the best of the moods but it was an entertaining job, and you really loved the feeling of seeing the horses happy, clean and healthy and you were sweaty and not looking at all like a man of your rank.

Once all the cleaning and filling the food tanks of the horses you brought them one by one back in their stable. You stayed a bit longer with Ludy, a Shire horse that you considered yours instead of the family’s, patting him and giving him a little treat before leaving to take a shower as it was almost time for you to go and meet Arthur.

You put some clean clothes and waited for Tommy to come down, you were almost wondering if he had forgotten about it, knowing how he could be whenever he started to work, but before you could even try to walk back upstairs he arrived and shoot you a wink with a smile.

“You look great brother.”

“Same about you Tommy. You’re going to pick up some lass at the bar?”

“Maybe, we’ll see..”, he licked his lips as he checked you out. You saw the maid behind him, having some sheets in her arms.

You walked outside the mansion and met with the driver. Both of you went in the back and discussed about random things until you arrived at the bar. You stepped out and told the driver he wouldn’t have to go and come search you.

You readjusted your coat and walked inside The Garrison with Tommy right behind you, it was filled with quite the people. The pair of you looked around until you found Arthur in a corner drinking some whisky while flirting with the waitress.

You went and joined him as the waitress left and sat next to him with a smile.

“So, in what honour are we drinking tonight?”

“To the future death of that Birmingham motherfucker and to the calm that will be back right after.”

You all laughed at that and nodded in agreement, the asshole will soon be 6 feet under and all the gangs will either prepare or run away like the rats they were. Tommy ordered a round of drinks and you talked together, sometimes looking at the girls in the pub. Suddenly Arthur whistled.

“Tommy, the blonde lass over there had been watching you for a good while, y’should talk to her, bet she’d like your dick. You should go to talk to her.”

“Wait”, you intervened, “You should wait a bit more, like making her desire you even more so she like jump on you when you come at her. She seems kind of an easy one.”

“(Y/N) is right, she seems kind of an easy one. Give it 5 minutes Tommy boy and then you can get that bitch.”, all of you laughed at that, but in the back of your mind you didn’t want her to touch him. You desperately wished you could claim him in front of everyone, but life wasn’t fair sadly and unless you wanted to die well you could only do so much.

When the five minutes passed Tommy went to the blonde with a predatory grin, saying to both of you. “Take note gentlemen, this is how you woo ladies.”

Both of you laughed and you moved a bit, taking a drink from your glass, observing how he walked to the girl and nearly immediately kissed her neck, probably whispering some sentences to get her. You felt the atmosphere less joyous as you older brother was also observing the scene. There was never bad blood between the two of you but it was clearly not the same kind of love between you and Arthur than you and Tommy (damn right, Arthur was so constipated with his feelings you could easily think he hated you).

“You’re not a fag right?”, you tensed as he asked that. He wasn’t looking at you, but surely from the corner of his eyes he was observing your reaction. You tried not to look uncomfortable and laughed as if he told you a joke.

“Me a fairy? Really? Nah those past weeks Ludy doesn’t looks pretty well so I’m trying to see if anything is wrong with him. And with the mating seasons nearing all the horses are on the edge so I’d like to avoid some of them to get knocked up you know.”, you didn’t like using Ludy for an escape but you didn’t saw any other choices there. Arthur hummed and took a sip of his drink.

“Because I wouldn’t want people to find out my brother’s a sissy. I wouldn’t like to know you’re a sissy. Because if you are…”, he looked at you with a weird glint in his eyes and you were pretty sure that if he knew you were an homosexual there wouldn’t be any blood bond between you anymore and he would murder you. You repressed a shudder and smirked.

“Nah don’t worry about that. I’m just occupied and worried about the horse’s health. But don’t worry next time we go out I’ll pick a cute lass, probably a redhead y’know?”, he laughed and downed the rest of his drink in one go.

“Yeah you always got the weirdest tastes brother.��

You looked back at Tommy who was still flirting with the girl and in a blink of an eye she disappeared, you knew where she went and your brother who probably followed her confirmed your suspicions. After all he always was better at hiding his feelings and acting too and you envied him for that. The thought of sex with any woman was repulsing you and even though you were able to go though it all with prostitutes or random women in bars, you wanted to throw up after every time.

“Oooh little Tommy is getting his fair share of fun with the little blondie. I wonder if she’s a screamer or not.”

“I’m betting she’s more like a squeaky mouse.”

“We’ll see when pretty boy is back!”

The two of you stayed here, discussing and you occasionally threw a lustful gaze to the women in the pub trying to make Arthur think you were watching them while he was flirting with some waitress, sometimes giving them a clap on their ass. You had the time to take another drink until Tommy came back, putting his pants back in place.

Arthur laughed and clapped, attracting a bit of attention that was quickly diverted when you threw them dark looks. Tommy sat back with a smirk and Arthur clapped his shoulder.

“C’mon Tom, how was she? Loud or not?”

“She wasn’t making much noises, but she was tight as fuck.”

“I was right then!”, you hit your older brother on the shoulder with a laugh.

“Tsk for once boy, for once.”

You kept bantering until Arthur decided it was time for him to go back home. You followed him outside and kept discussing for a short moment, observing the surroundings with a distrustful look on your face, after all night was always the best moment to murder people and you wanted to avoid that. You watched as Arthur left and then both you and Thomas started to walk in the opposite direction.

The streets weren’t quiet, from the drunk lads trying to walk to the fights, it was clear it was animated almost as much as during broad daylight. As you turned in a dark and seemingly completely empty street. You pulled Thomas with you and put him against the wall, immediately covering his lips with yours.

He was shocked for an instant and then relaxed in your grasp, kissing you back. After a few seconds of kiss, you stopped pressing him on the wall and licked your lips while looking at him with a spark in your eyes.

“You fucking- You could have waited for us to be more away!”, Tommy whispered with a disbelieved smile on his face.

“I couldn’t wait to kiss this bitch away from you. But don’t worry I’ll finish that somewhere else.”, this time you were the one leaving him hanging as you walked away, hearing his quick steps to join you.

Hopefully for you the maid wouldn’t be home by the time you’d be back or you’d have to keep him extra quiet.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed the story! Don’t forget to like, reblog and comment if you did and you can leave me a tip on KOFI if you want! Take care <3

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x male reader #tommy shelby x male reader #peaky blinder fanfic #thomas shelby x y/n #tommy shelby x y/n #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader #x male reader #male reader

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kingdomkeykitsune · 3 years ago

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KHOC WEEK 2022 DAY 1: APPEARANCE

Bonus Round

So, I've been alternating between being sick (nothing serious, just bad allergies) and being stumped for how to approach OC Week this year, which means I got exactly zero Prep done ahead of time 😅. I do have a lady I'd like to talk more about this year, someone we haven't seen since a small appearance or two in the very first OC Week, and I do plan to try to get some stuff done later tonight, though if I don't get new stuff done I'll be sharing some old stuff for various OCs that I don't think I've put on Tumblr yet throughout the week. In that vein, just so you guys aren't high and dry in the mean time, I'm gonna share some of my Keykids with you all, since I have some references for them on hand. Consider this a bonus.

One thing to note is that none of these kids suffer the Canon fates of the KHUX kids, and in their storyline the main character role was filled by an acquaintance of theirs called, well, M.C. 😅 gonna try to keep these descriptions somewhat brief, but don't be afraid to ask questions if you want to know more!

Obligatory tag: @khoc-week

RIE

Rie's story is... Complicated... Mostly because I've never decided exactly where I want to go with it. She's just such a flexible character that I greatly enjoy playing with different scenarios with her, haha. Some things that always stay the same is that she's a strength based Keyblade Weilder from the Vulpes Union, she ends up separated from her best friends at the end of KHUX, and, just as we see many other familiar keyblades in the hands of keykids, Rie was a previous Kingdom Key weilder. She's very protective of her two best friends, and she just might have a soft spot for a certain rose boy. She gets two "Adult" looks to represent different versions of her story, and in certain outcomes both could appear.

In certain outcomes of her story she ends up on a familiar set of Islands, in others she becomes a keyblade master. In some others she has children, and in yet another kind she gets thrown to the future to help our dearly beloved cast. In the ones she has children in she begins a family line that results in some familiar faces.

PAX

Pax's story is more simple. He's a magic based keyblade weilder and one of Rie's two best friends. He's very quiet and bookish, and he falls head over heels for Ephermer. At the end of KHUX he and his two friends get separated, tossed across the worlds by a chaotic burst of energy when their path home gets destroyed. He does end up reuniting with Ephermer at least, and the two spend the rest of their days together. His (currently unnamed) keyblade has a staff form change that he prefers over the traditional sword form.

Wisteria

Ah Wisteria... Believe it or not, I've teased her before. It's her journal that Echo finds and starts translating Sister AU [link] She's also the third member of Rie and Pax's trio. She's another magic based keyblade weilder (Rie has her hands full acting as their tank, lemme tell you) and she has a deathly fear of being forgotten. She normally keeps a bright and bubbly exterior, but underneath the poor thing is often a walking bundle of nerves. When she gets separated from her two best friends at the end of KHUX she ends up in the newborn world of The Refuge [link] along with a small handful of other people who've lost their homes for various reasons. Being the kind person she is she can't help but reach out to help her fellow castaways and ends up becoming a leader in the small town that soon forms. Her Keyblade, Comet Tail, has a bow form change.

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There is one AU in which the gang gets to come back together, and they all end up becoming Masters in the newly created Scala ad Caelum. This is one of the AUs in which Rie has her children and the trio plus Ephermer raise them as a big happy family. Here's a look at the kiddos, Natsuki and Tomomi.

#kh oc week #khoc week #khoc week 2022 #khocweek2022 #Rie #Wisteria #Pax #Natsuki #Tomomi

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junglefurytrash · 3 years ago

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Starlight Express but it’s Pokemon Pt.1

So while playing Legends: Arceus earlier, and while listening to StEx because this show has taken ahold of my fixations, I had the random idea of coming up with Pokemon teams for as many characters from Starlight Express as I could.

Staring with Rusty, of course. I imagine him to be a Rock type specialist. His team is (from top left to bottom right): - Lycanroc, Minior, Carbink, Coalossal, Corsola, and Amaurus. - Lycanroc, because he has that golden retriever energy and also I feel like Rusty would love to have a dog companion while working shifts. - Coalossal, because he’s a Steam Engine and could probably benefit from a coal buddy - Amaurus, due to it being a fossil Pokemon, he probably feels a connection with them due to Steamers being considered old - Minior and Corsola, because they’re small pink cute Rock-types that remind him of his partner Pearl. Corsola also probably helps provide his boiler with water. - Carbink, as a small diamond in the rough just like Rusty :)

Next one I did, Greaseball! I immediately figured Steel-type Pokemon fit him best. His team is (from top left to bottom right): - Lucario, Scizor, Togedemaru, Steelix, Bisharp, and Duraludon. - As a whole his team is generally consisting of faster Steel types, apart from Steelix, which he probably has for intimidation purposes. - I felt Bisharp was an interesting addition as it’s a Steel/Dark type, in reference to the shady acts he pulls off during the Championships such as his gang beating up Rusty - Lucario is probably a training buddy for him due to being much more humanoid, and also probably a good Pokemon to help ground GB when he gets too egotistical. - Togedemaru is ironically the least intimidating member of his team, and yet it’s the fastest. It was likely a gift from Dinah that people question WHY he kept because it’s not tough or menacing. GB however actually really loves it and takes very good care of the smol ball.

And lastly, the superstar himself, Electra! I would have to be blind to not give him an Electric-type speciality. Their team is the definition of “gotta go fast” lmao Their team is (from top left to bottom right): - Shiny Furfrou, Pom-Pom Oricorio, Alolan Raichu, Jolteon, Zebstrika, and Boltund. - Jolteon, Zebstrika, and Boltund are all pure Electric-type Pokemon in reference to Electra himself being a pure-bred Electric Engine. - Pom-Pom Oricorio is Electric/Flying and while it’s the slowest member of the team, I added it because it’d be an excellent hype-Pokemon whenever Electra makes an entrance. - Alolan Raichu was added in reference to his magnetism capabilities. I know the obvious pick is to go for one of the Magnemite line since they’re literal MAGNETS, but they didn’t really fit the team aesthetic and are kind of slow, so the Electric/Psychic Alolan Raichu was added instead since psychic powers are close enough. - And lastly the non-Electric of the team, Furfrou. Probably a special pet gifted to him at some point, it’s incredibly loyal and is a Pokemon known for being owned by elites and royalty. It’s also a shiny Pokemon, making it VERY rare, fitting for the superstar. Electra probably has its fur styled regularly to make sure it’s in the best condition possible.

I plan to do some more of these in the future because they’re VERY fun to make. Maybe I’ll do some for the 2018 Update characters too like Elektra and BV. :D

#starlight express #stex #pokemon #pokemon teams #Rusty the Steam Engine #Greaseball the Diesel #Electra the Electric Engine

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rodeo-boots · 4 years ago

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Last Embers on a Quiet Night

Rating: General

Pairing: Lenny Summers x Sean MacGuire

Prompts: First Kiss, Darkness

Notes: Late Contribution to the RDRRarePairWeek, why are these two a rarepair?? They’re the best <3

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He had stared at his friend for many nights already, had sat across from him at the campfire with a bottle in hand and simply looked. But Sean had never paid as much attention as now, not to the stories that left Lenny's mouth nor how the flames illuminated his features in a bright and orange glow.

By now, he had even forgotten all about the bottle in his hands, the beer he had nursed for the entire evening already, it's presence reminding him that he wasn't even drunk. Sean had no excuse to be staring at his friend like this, least of all sober, had no excuse to seek his gaze time and time again just to catch another glimpse of the intelligence in the younger man's eyes.

They weren't alone at the campfire, but it sure felt that way. It felt like the entire world revolved around them alone, and yet, no one noticed but them. Though Sean wasn't even sure if Lenny paid any attention to his glances.

His thoughts carried on, leading him into realms he had never allowed them to wander before and soon enough, his eyes were glued to Lenny's lips. Wondering if the man had ever kissed another – if the man had even had his first kiss at all. With the lives they've lived until now, the hardships Lenny had to overcome and the fight for survival that came with it, Sean figured he hasn't had time for the brighter sides of life. That he had never even dared to think of better times waiting ahead of him in the future.

The further the night progressed, the darker it became. Before long, most members of camp had retired to their bedrolls, even the strumming of Javier's guitar strings soon silenced around them. Only Lenny and Sean were left now, the atmosphere quiet but for the crackling of the fire.

Lenny picked up a twig, poking at the remnants of wood and ashes before leaning back where he sat. He had a thoughtful look about him, almost as if his thoughts had wandered just like Sean's had all this time.

"You think we'll be fine?" He spoke up, his eyes suddenly trained on Sean's face. Not expecting the question, or for any words to be spoken here and now to begin with, Sean blinked at the other man, shrugged his shoulders.

"Dutch always found a way 'til now." And for the time being, it seemed like they would be alright. They had saved him from being hanged, and had freed him from the grasp of bounty hunters. Sean didn't want to think anything but positive thoughts. "We had it worse," he added, needing to say something more before the conversation would die and Lenny might decide he'd rather go to sleep for the time being.

They all needed their rest, needed their strength up for the days to come, for the jobs they were meant to do. Money was their priority for now, getting back onto their feet the most important thing they had left to do. Sean felt lucky that he hadn't been up the same snowy mountains the other gang-members had survived; though not all of them had made their way down again.

Lenny released a thoughtful sigh, glancing into the embers of the fire. It was going to burn down before long, Sean could tell. But neither of them made a move to gather more firewood and keep it alive. "I was just thinkin', because Hosea said I should get out while I still can." His voice was low, almost as if he didn't want anyone to overhear.

Sean raised a brow. He hadn't heard anything of the like from the older man, briefly turning backwards now to take a look at the spot he had chosen to sleep. "You're a smart man," he spoke up eventually. "Y'know what's best for you." Lifting the bottle back to his lips, Sean took a sip, only absentmindedly fearing that Lenny might truly take his chances to leave the gang behind. "But you wouldn’t wanna leave good ol’ Sean behind," he raised a brow, the corners of his mouth lifting into a lopsided smile.

There was no doubt that Lenny could make something of himself out in the real world, no doubt that he had it in him to try and earn money the honorable way. Which was where he and Sean were inherently different. Because for Sean, there was no other possibility than to rob and steal and kill. He needed the thrill, the gratification. He wanted change, but he wanted it on his own terms.

Lenny chuckled, mumbling an "if you say so" with a shake of his head. He brought his hands over his face, yawning softly before turning his head towards Sean. Using one hand to reach out, he gestured for his friend to pass him the bottle of beer. It was still full, after all, plenty left for them to share. And Sean didn't have a problem doing that. Right now, he knew he didn't have to keep up an image, knew that he didn't have to impress anyone. Morgan and Dutch were asleep, only Lenny and he left to witness the quieter side of his character.

His eyes didn't move on again when Lenny brought the bottle to his lips, watching how he drank from the same beer he had nursed just a few moments ago. He was unable to get it out of his head how their lips had been in the same spot now, swallowing when he realized that he'd been staring for much too long.

"Do I have somethin' on my face?" Lenny laughed, passing the bottle back over to him, only for Sean to instantly shake his head. His cheeks were glowing through the darkness, but now that the last of the fire had been blown out by the wind, it was hard to see that.

Instead of answering, Sean gulped down more of the beer, bringing the bottle away with a cough, burping into his fist and smiling when Lenny playfully smacked his arm in response. "You're disgusting," said his friend, though it sounded like a compliment coming from him.

"And you love it," Sean replied before he knew it, easily teasing the other right back as though he's never done anything else in his life. It was easy to talk to Lenny, to feel comfortable around him. The two of them were closer in age than Sean was with any other member of camp, excluding the girls who only enjoyed his company on some occasions.

The night continued, and neither of them seemed ready for bed just yet. They only sat there and drank, Sean lighting a cigarette to share among them as well. Their breaths had been visible through the cold atmosphere before, but now that smoke was added to the mix, each exhale brought a small cloud with it.

Despite the silence around them and the song of the cicadas coming from left and right, Sean started to feel more confident the longer he sat by his friend's side. He glanced over at him after a while, just from the corners of his eyes, surprised when he found Lenny's eyes on him as well. "I've been wonderin'," he spoke up now, setting the bottle down between them and stubbing his cigarette out in the dirt. "If you ever been kissed by a girl."

Lenny chortled, certainly not having expected that kind of thing to go through his friend's head. "Why?" He asked, curiosity within his tone of voice. "You wanna play cupid and pair me off with one of the girls?"

Sean shook his head, a toothy grin appearing on his lips. He wasn't all that drunk, could definitely take much more than half a bottle of beer, but he was feeling sure of himself by now nonetheless. "Maybe I wanna kiss ya," he mumbled, masking his words as a joke just to see his friend's reaction, knowing that as an outlaw, he shouldn't speak a suggestion such as this in the first place.

Just like he had expected, Lenny looked taken aback for a moment. He stared at him as if he had three heads, tension building between then until it was easily broken by the man's bright laughter. "Sure," he chuckled. "And I'll be all too happy to give my first kiss to a man who can't be bothered to chew mint-leaves once a day." Despite his playful tone of voice, and the disbelief within it, he seemed interested – at least to some degree.

"You never even tried kissin' anyone?" Sean was sure that he could've, if he had ever wished to, Lenny being an attractive man to begin with, a smart one at that – definitely one the ladies would choose over him any day.

"Not everyone's as much of a lady's man as you," Lenny joked, alluding to the relationship between Sean and Karen. The relationship that Sean wasn't sure he was in by now. They had gone back and forth for a while, had messed around a couple of times, but maybe they were better off as friends after all.

"Well– I ain't no lady," Sean grinned once again, feeling like he had just said the smartest thing he's thought of all night. "And I'm right here," he scooted closer, sitting down by his friend's side with their thighs pressed together. "So if you wanna give it a shot..." but he didn't need to ask for more, Lenny rolling his eyes before leaning in, his mouth closed when he pecked Sean's lips for little more than a second.

The touch had lasted them way too shortly, Sean pouting when Lenny pulled away again, finding his eyes through the darkness that surrounded them. "That wasn't romantic at all," he complained, opening his mouth to say something more.

Lenny cut him off by speaking a challenge, however. "Show me, then," he baited, a smile once again at his lips.

And Sean happily did, reaching out with a tenderness no one would think he'd possess, resting his hand on the side of Lenny's face before leaning in. He tilted his head in what he hoped to be an expert move, their noses still bumping once he leaned in further. His eyes fluttered shut when their lips finally met properly, and while the kiss wasn't as polished and perfect as he had planned it out in his head, it was undeniably good.

Lenny's lips were soft beneath his own, shyly moving against Sean's while he tried to keep up with the kiss. He had to pull away for air soon, because no matter how much of a lady's man people thought him to be, he hadn't properly kissed anyone before, either.

#lenny summers #sean macguire #lenny summers/sean macguire #lenny x sean #rdrrarepairweek #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfiction #my writing #sfw

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alonlyfangirl · 4 years ago

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Pretty Mutch A Normal Day In The City Of Ketterdam

The fic I wrote for the Robber Claws is fially done!

you can read it on ao3 if you want: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31356671

word count: 1359

Ri was covered in paint after a long day of painting masks for a new job. The job in question they knew nothing about other than that it needed four masks. And that was okay, cause they didn't need to know exactly what it was for, just that it was for the Robber Claws.

It was on days where they ended up covered in paint that Ri was thankful for their short hair, one less thing they needed to worry about getting covered in paint. Their senses sharpened as they heard a knock on the door. They knew it was probably nothing, but one could never be too careful in Ketterdam. They went up to the door, ready to attack if they had to. The door opened to reveal a girl with heaps of strawberry blond hair.

“Iseut,” Ri said in a half revealed, half irritated voice. “What do you need?”

“Just the masks i asked for, if they are ready”

“They're ready, over there.” hesitatingly they added “what do you need them for anyway” They didn't need to know what everything they made was for, but sometimes curiosity got the best of them.

“Just need some disguises for job”

“If this job involves stealing, and or smuggling something, why not just ask me, you know i'm the best”

“Yes, you are very good at those things, but as you might have noticed there are more members in this gang. Also I can't afford to only give jobs to you. And I think there are other people with skill sets that are better suited for this job”

“Fine, other people exist too. Remember you have to pay for those masks”

“Right, did we agree on 800 kruge”

“Yes we did”, Ri hoped Iseut didn't know them well enough yet to sense when they were lying. Sadly that was not the case.

“You said that way to confidently for that to be what we agreed on. Its 400 ist it”

“When did you start paying attention to how I speak?”

“When i first heard you being honest”

“I’m not that awkward!” they protested, but they had to admit, when they were being honest they were not as confident as when they were not.

“Right. Anyways, here is 400 kruge”, Iseut said as she went to the table where the masks lay and collected them. As she went out the door Ri called “fair winds”

“And bright stars”, Iseut replied. It was the way to say good luck in the Robber Claws.

The next day Ri made their way to The Queens Head for a gang meeting. As they entered they spotted Brooke and Lyra sitting by a table near the bar. They smiled at them as Ri came over.

“Anything exciting happening tonight, or did the action wait for me?” they asked. The others chuckled in response.

“Well nothing particularly exciting has happened yet, but some new people showed up”,said Brooke. “They're sitting over there” she said with a nod to a tabe further back.

“What do we know about them, why are they here?” Ri asked.

“Well the one with the braids won't talk, but the other one said her name was Verre. I think they are looking for a safe place”, Lyra said. She usually did not trust strangers right away, especially ones that didn't talk.

“if they're looking for a safe place, is this the best place?” Ri said.

“Better than others”, Lyra said. Even though she didn't say it, both Ri and Brooke knew she was talking about the Stadwatch. She had been a good guard, but when they kicked her out she turned on them completely. That was of course great for the gang, but not so good for the Stadwatch. That would at least show them how valuable Lyra could be.

“Where's Erin?” Brooke asked. Brooke had not been in the gang long enough to get that Erin didn’t go to a lot of meetings, but rather got the information later through her closer friends.

“She doesn't like meetings”, Ri said.

They couldn really elaborate any further as Iseut was signaling for them to come to the back room.

“I wanted to discuss possible future jobs, or new ways to profit the gang, but some new people showed up”, Iseut said and glanced down at Verre andt the mystery girl. The other girl had yet to say a single word, she just stared into the table, as if it could answer all the questions she inevitably had.

Ri had been so focused on the two of them, that they had not even registered that Darcy and Mavery had arrived. Even though Ri wasn’t a person who cared much for other people they would have to make an exception for Mavery. She was the youngest one in the gang at only 16 years old, and everyone seemed to have a soft spot for her, even if they weren't the most loyal to the gang. It made Ri happy to see she made it safely to another meeting, and Darcy was alway a kind face to see. The two of them also remained silent while waiting for the others to speak.

“We want to join the gang”, Verre finally said, with little emotion other than determination.

“Why?” was the immediate wanser coming from Lyra. Iseut was the unofficial leader, but Lyra was very protective over who she thought should join. She needed to know their motivations before she could let them get any closer to the gang's inner workings.

“We need a plese to be safe”, Verre said, again more determined than anything else.

“Why come here for that, this is a gang, a gang full of criminals. There are plenty of other places that are safer than this. Why not go to the Stadwatch?” Iseut replied. As the words stadwatch left her mouth Lysas fist clenched, but she remained silent.

Verre glanced at the other girl, as if she needed permission to speak any other words than what she had already said.

“The Stadwatch isn't safe for me”, the other girl said, she seemed annoyed.

“And why is that?”Iseut asked, she was getting close to knowing what she wanted to know.

“If go to the Stadwatch and ask for help they’ll either send me back to Fjerda, or use the fact that they can send me back to Fjerda as blackmail”, she said, and even though her voice did not solid like it, tears where starting to well up in her eyes.

“You're from Fjerda?” iseut asked, more interested now. The girl nodded. “Why can't you go back?”

“Living as a woman in Fjerda is not even a life.” she said as if it was the most basic peace of indformation, then she added “On top of that im a tidemaker, who was stupid enogh to get caught with the other people i was training with. That's why i can't go back”

“A tidemaker?” Iseut asked, this was what she had been looking for. “What about you?” she asked nodding towards Verre.

“I'm just living in ketterdam alone, better to be with a gang than be on my own in the city”, she said, then she added: “I'm also a pretty good dealer”

They could be useful, Ri knew that as well as everyone who had heard this conversation. Tidemakers were always useful for something, could be anything. And a gang could never have enough dealers.

Iseut was about to say something when Erin burst through the door to the back room. it was not unusual for members to arrive late to meetings, however Erin was usually quiet, and more importantly Erin never went to meetings.

“What's wrong?” Ri asked

“I have some very interesting information about someone with a lot of money!” she shouted.

“Well let's get to planning then”, Iseut said, ready for a new job. “But first-” she pointed to the girl “- what's your name?”

Ri had almost forgotten that they didn't know this girl's name yet. but they did not have to wonder much longer.

“Linnea”

“Okay. lest welcome Linnea and Verre as new members of the Robber Claws”

Thank you so mutch for reading, now credit to the people who made the Characters:

Ri belongs to @ninas-waffle

Iseut belongs to @littlegirldorothea

Erin belongs to @lightningboytytonjesper

Verre belongs to @sapphossidechick

Brooke belongs to @anti-gang

Mavery belongs to @bookavert

Lyra belongs to @no-mourners-at-my-funeral

Darcy belongs to @stxr-thxif

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leaf-boi · 4 years ago

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"Fucking Wetherspoons"

Warnings: Mature language, minor mentions of suggestive content, and alot of 'british' slang (not much), Alcohol, SPAG too...

Anime: BNHA/MHA

Characters involved: Aizawa, Kurogiri, Shigaraki, mentions of Bakugou, Mineta and Momo

Head canon: BNHA Set in England without quirks. Aizawa gets drunk at a Wetherspoon's, meets Kurogiri who works at said Wetherspoon's the LOV (a gang instead) hangout in the backroom. Aizawa then tells Kurogiri about the shit going down at the school (UA) because he is intoxicated. He goes on about how a student at his school has alot of information about students, teachers and other people and who he thinks it is.

Thanks to @cowboyintheory for helping me come up with this! (planning this) Bnha but british without quirks :)

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Shota Aizawa sat at the bar side of the pub. As usual for such a popular pub it was busy, even at late hours of 10pm on a Wednesday evening. Unknown to him, the bartender serving him who was indeed a high member of the notorious gang, the LOV.

"1 Kamikaze Shooter."(Triple sec, vodka and lime juice) Aizawa's gruff, and tired voice sounded through the light chatter of the pub as a whole as the bartender hummed in recognition grabbing a shot glass and pouring some Vodka into it, placing it infont of the tired man.

"Rough day?" The bartender asked, as he went back to cleaning the glasses he just washed, fully aware that the male half awake at the bar was a teacher for 1A at UA. The former highly respected Military school before it's reputation dropped dramatically and its funding was dropped, making it a public school where students needed to take an entrance exam. Most students who attended where known to either be rich or just delinquents, just like half the teenagers who lived in England.

The teacher could only sigh in agreement, almost prepared to ramble on about the terrible day at work and his latest discovery from the students gossip.

"Want to talk about it? I'm all ears." Kurogiri, the bartender explained as he proceeded to place one of the glasses back where it belong on a shelf under the bar. Aizawa who just wanted to get it off his just decided to explain, to the bartender, who was being unusually nice. Nicer then the one from his previous visit to the pub.

Aizawa sighed, placing the shot glass back onto the bar's counter.

"Turns out some student is leaking information about people. The kid knows alot, from us teachers, the police force, the LOV, someone named Shigaraki-" Kurogiri perked up at the mention of his 'boss', further intrigued on what had the teacher so tired.

"-The kid knows it all. There's even weed going around the school and a few kids turn up to lesson's high."

"Shit... that is rough. Go on, tell me more about this student giving out information." Kurogiri eggs him on, casually pouring the teacher a second shot, something slightly stronger, who gratefully takes it.

"I've asked around... everyone either doesn't know, or is too afraid to speak up about it. I have a feeling it's this kid named Bakugou, who's in my class because a lot of people are scared him... Honestly i have no idea. I'm slowly piecing it all together, identifying the times these meet up's occur, but all this new slang makes everything confusing."

Aizawa briefly remembered one of the things he had heard as he walked past a group of year 9's (First year in UA e.g) during the lunch break, it wasn't about the things he was mentioning but it definitely confused him.

"Did ya hear? Apparently Mineta thinks Yaoyorozu is a peng ting' y'know."

"I'm not surprised, he just wants to get railed by a girl. fucking Sket."

Aizawa shook his head a small frown falling on his face, but immediately it was wiped off as he took the shot Kurogiri had given him a few moments ago, as he swallowed, feeling the burn in his throat before placing the shot glass back on the counter, pushing himself off the seat, placing down a group of notes infront of the bartender.

"Thanks mate." he explains, before making his way, wavily, through the crowd, leaving the pub and going home.

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yugyummygot7reactions · 5 years ago

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Behind the Curtain - 2

| Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | Epilogue |

Updates are Sundays at 5pm PST!

Characters: Choi Youngjae x You Genre: Smut Warning(s): Stuffing, Water Inflation, Bondage Word Count: 2,577

**Hello My Lovelies!!

I am adding an extra warning/recommendation here. Body inflation is a very graphic and intense kink. It is classified as an extreme kink for a reason. If you want to brave reading it or learn more about what it is, feel free to read the chapter and enjoy.

If inflation is not a kink you enjoy reading about or it makes you uncomfortable, I would recommend 1 of 2 things. Either read just the beginning of this chapter until the point where Youngjae takes you to his room and know that the rest is intense inflation smut (I’ll add ** there to show the divide), or just skip this chapter altogether. It is mentioned in future chapters if he is light or dark so don’t worry about missing out on that.

I also want to ask you, please don’t write off my entire series from this one intense kink chapter. I wanted to challenge myself by writing one chapter on an extreme kink that I don’t see often and after some research I decided on this one. The other chapters have kinks/sexual situations that are much more “main stream” and even if they aren’t your thing I think you’ll enjoy them.

Thanks! ~LoLo**

You knew that you needed to work your way up to some of the more closed off members, especially since you didn’t really have to do any work to seduce Mark and learn more about him. What you needed was to build up experience to be able to break the walls of someone as powerful as Got7′s head kingpin by the end of the week. Tomorrow would have to be someone you knew you could easily seduce.

Who better to start with than Mr. Innocence and Sunshine himself.

Your dreams were filled with thoughts of Mark, but when you woke up the next morning to the sound of your violent alarm, you knew that you needed to be filly focused on the next member on your list. Choi Youngjae.

After careful thought, you decided to try to get Youngjae alone in either your office or his. If he was sure you were alone, you thought he would easily cave to your flirting and things could get heated quickly. You tied your hair up in a purposely messy bun, a few tendrils of hair falling along your neck, and made sure to put on just enough makeup that your eyes and lips really popped, but it didn’t look out of the ordinary for you. You wanted his attention on your best features to really pull him in.

After putting on your finishing touches, you left your room and sought out Youngjae. After spending most of the morning looking for him, finding his office and normal hang outs void of his presence, you found out he was off base doing a business deal and wouldn’t be back until dinner time.

You continued on with your day like normal until dinner time. You usually sat with the other advisors in the cafeteria but decided to sit alone today not too far from the table reserved for the 7 leaders.

You sat picking at your food, watching as people came and went, not seeing Youngjae at all. You waited almost two hours at that table, lost in a daze before a familiar voice shocked you out of your thoughts.

“And I thought I’d be eating alone this late.” Youngjae smiled as he set 2 very full trays down and took the seat next to you.

“Oh..” you said pretending to be frazzled, “what time is it?”

Youngjae laughed at your confusion, it wasn’t like you. “It’s almost 8:30.” He smiled as he took a bite of his food and pushed one of the two trays in front of you.

“What’s this?” You asked as you looked at the hot food in front of you.

“You’re dinner.” He smiled, “The cafeteria worker said you’ve been here for hours. Your food must be freezing by now.”

“Thank you… but I’m fine,” you said as you began to fidget with this food as well. “Plus this could feed 3 of me!” you laughed gently as you smiled at him.

“Nope,” Youngjae said as he took his own fork and held a bite of food up to your mouth. “Ahh” He cutely said as he opened his mouth, asking you to mimic him. You laugh and roll your eyes as you play along. He continues to feed you dinner in between his own bites. You can’t help but think at how cute it is.

“I’m getting full Youngjae,” You say as he holds up another bite for you to eat, almost half of your tray gone at this point. “I should stop.”

“You’re going to turn down food from one of your bosses?” He asked cutely “One of your bosses who is even willing to feed it to you?” He raised his eyebrows and wiggled the fork in front of you, looking so happy to be there with you. “I can have a few more bites.” You smiled, not wanting to upset him, especially if you needed to stay on his good side to seduce him later.

A few bites turned into you finishing your entire tray and you think Youngjae might have snuck some of his food to you as well. You stopped seeing him take bites a while ago. You felt so full, you didn’t know how you ate that much.

“I can’t believe I ate that much,” You said taking a breath and looking down seeing your stomach was bloated, stretching your shirt. You immediately tried to hide it in embarrassment. You were supposed to be seducing Youngjae, and this was not the way to do that

“Y/N,” he said smiling, “We aren’t done yet! We haven’t had dessert!” He got up before you could protest and grabbed both of you milkshakes and large pieces of chocolate cake.

“I appreciate it, Youngjae, I really do, but I don’t think I could eat another bite if it tried. I’m so full.” He just smiled, handing you the plate and glass, making you take it with hesitation.

“Aren’t you the one who told us before that there is always room for dessert?” He smiled, “I thought you had a separate dessert stomach.” He took a bite of his cake and smiled at you as he chewed.

"I did say that before," you nervously smiled as you looked at the food in front of you. It looked like Youngjae had gotten you a piece of cake much bigger than his. You needed to be careful with eating this, especially if you wanted to still go through with your plan today. You just couldn’t say no to Youngjae. You could see why he was in charge of business deals for the gang.

"Now be a good girl and eat!" He smirked.

You took the fork again in your hands, preparing to take in the last slice. It was just one more thing before you could stop and try to move forward with your plan. Youngjae watched you closely as you took in every bite of the chocolatey, spongy mass. After forcing down every last bite you looked over at Youngjae and smiled.

“It was really good,” You started, “I’m amazed I finished it.” Youngjae smiled brightly at you as he reached for your milkshake at put it in front of you, looking anxiously at you to drink it.

“You can’t forget to wash it down with something.” He took a sip of his own shake and when you tried to refuse, he pouted and put the straw up to your lips and was so cute you couldn’t refuse. You had to stay on his good side tonight, even if it meant you’d be a bit sick from over-eating later.

As you caved and began to drink your shake, a smirk on Youngjae’s face widened to a devious grin as he quickly looked away and got up to clear the rest of the table.

“I’ll be right back,” He speak-sang as he headed over towards the food line again.

"You better not be getting more food!” You yelled at him as playfully as you could, “I'm so full, I can't take it" You thought you heard Youngjae whine or moan at that comment and you were confused. "I’m serious, Youngjae! I can feel everything inside me wanting to come back out."

Youngjae said something to the cafeteria worker and she nodded before leaving. You realized then that the cafeteria was completely empty except for you and Youngjae. He slowly walked over to you and placed a gentle hand on your distended belly.

"My good girl ate every single bite without a serious complaint," Youngjae says as he leans in and kisses your neck, nipping a little. “Let’s go back to my room for a bit, we can have some more fun.”

You tried to get up and realized you were so full you were struggling to get out of the cafeteria bench.

“Let me carry you.” He whispered as his lips ghosted your ear. He reached down and picked you up, taking you out of the cafeteria. You were sleepy from the food and were drifting off in the warmth of his arms as he took you to his room.

You woke up in shock, not knowing how much time had passed. You were in Youngjae’s room, and you went to call out to him, only to realize that there was something in your mouth and you couldn’t speak. You were still fully clothed, but your hands and legs were also tied to his bed.

“Welcome back,” Youngjae smirked as he stood before you in just low sitting sweat pants. “You were so cute, I decided not to wake you. It’s only been like 20 minutes.” He laughed as his eyes wandered your body. He walked over to you and pressed a kiss on your bloated belly. “I’m amazed you could eat that much, I didn’t think I’d get you to eat even half of it.” He winked at you before fidgeting with something next to the bed. “My powers of persuasion must be better than I thought.”

You were confused. This whole time, you were planning to seduce Youngjae, and he was doing the same to you?

“You know,” he started as he sat next to you on the bed, “I’ve always had a thing for you,” he laughed as he continued to fidget next to the bed, “I just knew that there was something about you I wanted to experience and I think I finally found it.”

He had something in his hand you couldn’t see.

“I have a proposition for you my dear,” he smiled, “I want to play with you more. Push your limits. Do you trust me?” He asked, a spark of danger in his eyes.

You could nod or shake your head. If you agree god knows what he’ll do to you, but if you say no, you won’t see the other side of him.

You think about it for a moment, but remember that the agency you actually work for has trained you to do anything that the mission requires.

You nod your head, nervous but excited to see this side of Mr. Sunshine. Youngjae smirked as he held up a tube that was attached to a nearby faucet.

He lowered the hose into your mouth and you heard some clicking noises as he clipped it into place so you couldn’t spit it out. He carefully guided the hose down down your throat, “We can’t have you drowning,” he smiled as he did some final adjustments to the tools attached to the tube.

“Here we go,” he smiled brightly as he turned on the faucet, causing the slightly warm water to go down your throat and into your already bloated stomach.

You grunted in confusion as the water began to force its way into you. You didn’t have to do much work of swallowing the water, as the position of the hose did that for you. It just kept going, filling you up.

You could see your stomach starting to swell even more as Youngjae licked his lips, his erection becoming more noticeable in his pants.

A wave of nausea hit you, signaling that your stomach was starting to reach its max capacity, but as Youngjae saw you squirm, he massaged your belly and the sensation passed with time. You didn’t think you could take anymore and tried to spit out the hose, but you couldn’t.

Youngjae chuckled evilly, laying his hands on your stomach, feeling it rise as it began to stretch more to accommodate the water. Soon your skirt was tearing at the seams and your shirt was stretched farther than you thought it could. You kept squirming against the tube trying to get it out, but Youngjae made no movements to stop the water from flowing.

“We can get you a bit bigger before we shut it off.” He said as his eyes wandered over your body. You didn’t believe him, when you started the evening you had a nearly flat stomach, and you now looked nearly 3 months pregnant.

You could see Youngjae’s cock twitch under his pants and he moved under your skirt, sticking his fingers inside of you and stretching you out, causing a moan to escape your lips. He removed his sweatpants and then grabbed on to both of your legs and put the tip of his manhood between your legs.

“Ready for what I’ve always wanted to do with you?” he smirked as he sheathed his throbbing cock in your heat. You moaned in both pain and pleasure as Youngjae stilled to catch his breath.

“Jesus you’re fucking tight. You never get dick before?” He grunted as he thrusted into you again.

You could feel the water move through to your intestinal tract, causing you to swell even more.

“Ahhh God damn, loosen up baby girl, you’re gonna snap me in two” he chuckled as he thrusted into you again and again.

Your belly now bulged out much farther than you had ever thought it could, and it began to truly ache from the pressure inside. It felt like being a living water balloon.

Youngjae’s eyes were locked on your belly, it looked as if you were closer to 6 months pregnant now and you really didn’t think you could stretch any more.

“Ahhh good girl…That’s it…” he moaned, rubbing his veiny hands against your huge, distended tummy. The strain of the stretch was evident on both the taut skin of your belly, and the pained expression on your face. You breathed heavily through your nostrils, a sharp stabbing sensation running through your torso.

“What’s the matter, getting a little tight for you?” He chuckled as he pulled out and shut off the hose, removing it from your mouth. “We don’t want you popping now do we.” He took the tube and clamp out of your mouth and roughly kissed you as he picked up speed. This time, with no break between the thrusts, he began a solid rhythm. Your bodies met and smacked, your overly full belly jiggled with each thrust, the water in you sloshing about with the rough pace Youngjae was setting.

Youngjae thrusted faster and deeper. “That’s my girl. Nice and big for me.” He kept running his hands over your belly. “If we do this again I know I can get you bigger next time.” He licked his lips as he kept going, the fullness causing friction that was bringing you to your edge.

Your orgasm suddenly hit you hard and Youngjae let your clenching heat bring him almost to his release. He pulled out at the last minute and came all over your large belly.

After catching his breath, he licked his cum off of you and undid your restraints. “Do you want help to your room? You can’t stay here tonight.” He looked distant now, and helped walk you to your room down the hall, your legs too weak to support your body on their own.

Youngjae practically threw you on the bed before walking away, “I’ll tell the others you are sick tomorrow. You’ll be back to normal in a day or so.” His tone was so cold and uncaring. You couldn’t believe that the man who was seemingly so sweet before was actually so rough.

You hugged yourself, knowing that you’d be horribly sick tomorrow and would have to take a day off from your plan to seduce G7. You’d just have to double up one day to make up for it. This wasn’t the plan, but you had to think on the fly. That’s what the agency paid you for.

This was miserable, but you now knew that Youngjae was too dark to save. Anyone who can flip personalities that quickly isn’t stable enough to re-train. One day of hell to get that valuable information was worth it.

One other thing you did know for sure… a trip to see the gang doctor wouldn’t be so far-fetched after taking a day off for an upset stomach.

Park Jinyoung. You’re next.

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Hello My Lovelies!!

Chapter 2 down!

Sorry if this kink isn’t your thing. I learned while researching this that it is definitely not mine lol. I think this one is the most unconventional of all of the kinks I chose for this smut series, so I hope you stick with me on this project and know that there are other kinks to come!

What do we think about Dr. Jinyoung? Will he be Light or Dark? Let me know!! I love hearing everyone's opinions.

~LoLo

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papers4me · 5 years ago

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Fruits Basket SE02, Ep15

The anticipated” teacher conference”. While this ep is focused on yuki successfully overcoming his frightening “mother’s ghost”, I think it does a brilliant job amplifying the real “mother ghost” in the story.

A Mother’s Ghost:

Tohru is haunted by her mom’s ghost. Everything must stay as her mom wished:continue high school/find job. No selfish desires for herself. Nothing personal to pursue. past plans were made for two: a mother & daughter. Now she’s all alone. Future Status: In stagnation.

Kyo is haunted by two ghosts (his mom & kyoko). Literally two ghosts of two dead mothers. both deaths are supposedly caused by him. "you aren’t forgiven/won’t forgive you” are uttered by so many adults now, his father, Akito, the sohma’s & kyoko herself. Now he believes it, too. He must mend his mistakes by making sure the only two ppl he loves are safe. from him. Accuse a child of hideous things for too long, soon it becomes his reality. Future Status: Nonexistent.

Yuki is haunted by his mom’s ghost. tho his is alive & denying him affection, love & care. The old yuki would’ve got asthma attack & fainted. The new yuki is different. He isn’t alone. far more ppl have reached out to him. Tohru, Haru, kakeru & Aya. He had discovered warmth. The ghost isn’t scary as it used to be. It’s actually small & panicky. He’s stronger. Future status: hopeful & bright.

Real Mother vs Unknowing Mother Figure:

Yuki continues his plot line of moving forward & altho I suspected that he’ll receive help to overcome setbacks, I totally forgot abt Aya! XD. I thought tohru might’ve had a more active role in defending him as usual. But I’m glad she didn’t have any physical part in the conference scene cuz it helps the theme of yuki moving away from tohru & learning to lean on others until he can stand tall. Also, the writer excellently accelerated yuki’s growth using Ayame cuz (a) it helps strengthen their brotherly bond. (b) Yuki accepted his brother completely, thanked & defended him in front of his scary mom, adding to (c) Aya’s subplot of being rewarded for his many attempts to atone for neglecting yuki. (d) Teaching yuki that his scary mom can be rendered helpless in front of a confident person. (e) Yuki taking all that in & using it to stand up for himself by the end of the scene & articulate that His future is HIS. (f) yuki discovering that he doesn't need tohru’s help as much as before. (g) yuki realizing what he sought in tohru (motherly emotional nurture). Finally (h) tohru letting go of yuki!! She saw he doesn't need her as much anymore. While tohru obviously doesn’t look for a child/baby in yuki, she most genuinely cared for him as a friend but she also indulged in his issues to escape hers. the more the sohma’s get strong & don’t require much of her help, the more she’ll be forced to face her mom’s ghost..What will you do tohru if tomorrow the curse broke?.if all you have left is you & your mom’s picture..

Eating somen & its double meaning. a.k.a ( brilliant writing)!!!:

SE02, Ep.2, was the introduction to future planning. Kyo, troubled by his future, decided to eat comfort food & cooked somen. Tohru, troubled by her furure, couldn’t seep, joined in & cooked/eaten with him. Later Shigure & yuki joined. That day tohru felt so much better. Why? cuz she ate somen with friends? NO. Cuz she opened her heart & cried for herself. kyo made her,unwillingly, peek into her fears. Had she not talked & broke into tears, shigure wouldn’t have suggested the laundry analogy & enjoying the already cooked food together. The somen would’ve become just a normal late dinner in shigure’s house. The difference is kyo pushed tohru to acknowledge her tears. She resisted first “don’t kyo, don’t force me to look deeper”. Her tears turned into excitements by the end of the night, they all shared teasing & jokes.

Tohru wants that relieved feeling again. Except she wants it without opening her heart. She refuses to peek inside & cry over herself & her fears. She associated the feeling of relief with “eating somen with friends” NOT “facing your fears & opening up, accepting help”. She knows everybody is worried abt their future. so they must go home together & share somen. How did that work out? Laughing & teasing happened. but what abt the feeling of relief ? kyo is still worried abt hurting tohru, painfully gazing at her (not relieved), tohru still wears the happy mask, pretending all is fine (not relieved). Yuki calling his mom in dark corridor & fearing her (not relieved) Brilliant writing indeed! The only one who changed positively afterwards is yuki cuz he opened his lid in next scene, peeked inside & faced it by accepting help.

Tohru’s tight shit lid:

I had previously compared kyo’s feelings/ trauma with fire that spreads fast, burn him & hurt others. His trauma is tied strongly with death (kyoko) & suicide(his mom physically & him metaphorically thro confinement). How can you put out the fire without killing it? His trauma must be dealt/healed in a way that doesn’t kill the fire. Keep the light & warmth in it by igniting kyo’s desire to live. (I can’t figure out how & it’s driving me crazy!!!). Yuki’s feelings/trauma is a kin to a flowing river, calm in the surface but can flood dangerously & destroy. How can you fix it without rendering the river into a lifeless pond? by insuring it runs/flows regularly & reaches its destination!! Always changing & moving forward (already happening).

but what abt tohru? tohru’s feelings/trauma is a kin to a tiny flower. tender & fragile, it needs warmth, light & water to grow. This flower isn’t particularly prettier than the others nor rare. But it’s precious & provides joy. One might not notice that this flower is sick from the inside until it withers & dies silently.

Tohru’s closed box has more than her mom now. It has kyo. But why is kyo, who is a source of comfort to tohtu, is now paired with her mom’s saddest flashback?? Why can’t tohru accept loving kyo? altho tohru didn’t say it, we saw her shaken reaction to kyo’s confinement the day Akito told her & how she sought kazuma. Tohru might not have realized that kyo is her most loved one yet, but we as viewers don’t doubt it as the writer has amazingly led us thro their most normal & gradual relationship. Still it doesn’t explain why is kyo put away in tohru’s box along with kyoko’s haunting flashback & falling deep into the dark ocean of tohru’s darkest hidden thoughts?. Tohru hides pain.. why is loving kyo a pain to tohru?? why is she refusing to face her growing attachment to him?? she’s tragically lonely but she refuses to acknowledge her feelings of belonging to kyo?? could it be cuz she’s denying herself selfish desires? she doesn’t see herself worthy for him? tohru has often looked down on herself. Could it be thoru is scared of loving kyo? scared of being abandoned?? scared of changing herself? Weird!!!!!!I need More tohru!!!!

Side Notes:

Tohru’s story keeps getting more complicated emotionally in ways I haven't anticipated & I love it!! altho I don’t really get the part of fearing to love kyo?? it’s a bit weird since tohru has a loving nature. but hope to learn why soon.

kyo asks hana if she can read his heart with her waves. Also kyo openly stares fondly at tohru right in front of hana & co. boy is so preciously lovesick! XD.

Shigure is right. tohru isn’t his responsibility. Him providing support for her is already enough from a non-relative. I love his brash honesty.

Shigure/Mayu scene is the best comedy. I love their dynamics.

Kazuma’s “Its fine if you take as long as the others” is such inspiring line. It spoke to my heart! finding your future isn’t a competition!! It reinforces furuba’s brilliant message of everybody having their own pace. just cuz yuki is moving fast & healthy towards his future, doesn’t mean the others are less worthy for fearing a future or not finding the way to begin with. Everybody moves in different speed cuz they’re different ppl with different character traits, trauma. Also, foreshadowing!. Kyo’s lid will be opened last. Bring it on kyoko!

Is Aya the first sohma to get his happy ending/full redemption/achieved goal? YUP! fitting for Mr. Most-Confident!

Yuki’s conference scene is one of the well-directed, gives me hopes for tohru’s future dark story, but also it could mean the director is saving their craziest dramatic animation/adventures/experiments for her.. yikes!!!! plz NO.

Kyoko being a dotting mom, role model, gang member, cool friend & a chilling haunting ghost is brilliant story-telling!

tohru literally drawn in the sky after yuki saying ” you’re like the sky” is too much. lol.. but I’ll let it pass, it’s minor.

#Fruits Basket #Anime Only #excited paper #SE02

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Doubling Our DNA - Chapter 8

Pairings: Future Logince & Moxiety | Platonic/Queerplatonic Analogical & Royality Characters: Patton, Thomas, Janus, Remus, a few oc’s you’re really going to hate Chapter warnings: implied past abuse, physical restraints, imprisonment, gore, blood, disturbing imagery, mentions of killing people used as a joke, physical torture, several mentions of loss of consciousness, self-depreciation, crying, off-screen involuntary clothing removal Word Count: 4,792

Summary:

Patton’s done waiting around and letting everyone else help while he’s stuck at home. He ends up helping, but not really in the way he thought he would.

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Patton pressed his back up against the linked fence. He slowed his breathing down and swallowed his nerves down. The others hadn’t noticed him as far as he could tell, which was good, because Janus would flip his lid if he knew what Patton was doing.

For a moment, Patton wondered if this was a good idea. Janus, from what he told him, was at this for at least ten years. He’d gotten almost everyone in DODNA out at some point, except for maybe a few like Thomas and Joan who came to help because it was the right thing to do. Well, Thomas soon would be added to that list, but he didn’t start out in IODNA.

If Janus told him he shouldn’t go, there had to be a reason, right?

Patton shook the thought away. No, he could help. He wasn’t some defenseless little kid waiting for his prince to come anymore. He proved that years ago when he met Roman. No one was going to save Patton unless he wanted it, Roman said. Patton had the power to control his fate, no one else, Roman said. You are worth more than your gifts, Roman said.

Patton made up his mind. He didn’t escape his moms so he could be hidden from the world again. He was going to save Roman, just like Roman saved him.

A loud pop echoed through the area as the power went out. Patton may have screamed. He covered his mouth and stilled his trembling body. If Roman was here, that would’ve sent him into a panic attack. For the first time, Patton was thankful Roman wasn't here.

Patton sighed. Soon, he wouldn't have to imagine Roman doing anything. Soon, he would be able to apologize for abandoning him and letting him get stuck in this place for a whole year. Just a little longer, and he'd be free of guilt.

Janus instructed his team members and stole their attention. Patton saw his chance. He slipped through the opening in the fence and darted across the clearing. Patton slid to a halt and pressed his back against the building. He watched as two teams separated and made their way inside.

Patton followed behind them before the door slammed closed.

No one managed to notice Patton slip behind some crates as they addressed each other. He held his breath and waited. Claw led one team while Puteri led the other. Patton prayed Puteri wouldn’t have an episode while she was here. He admired her strength more than anything.

The door to the room opened again, and Patton hid once again. A woman and a cat charged into the room, the woman constantly tripping over her high heels.

“What was he thinking?”

Patton listened, scolding himself for eavesdropping, but he couldn't help it. That had to be Janus, especially with the way he talked about Patton like a parent whose child wasn’t around. For a moment, Patton thought about revealing himself.

That was until Janus threw his high heels. They clattered on top of the box Patton hid behind. Patton covered his scream, and he calmed his nerves the best he could. Janus didn't mean it, he assured himself. Janus didn't know he was here. He didn't do it on purpose. He would never hurt Patton like they did, right? So, if that was true, why was Patton frozen in place?

“Okay, new plan-”

Patton followed Hobo and Janus’s argument. Guilt started to rise more and more in his chest. How could he forget this mission wasn’t just about Roman? This Thomas person was in here too, and they waited so long to get him out. Maybe… maybe he should turn back now.

The voices stopped. Patton strained his hearing, but nothing made a sound. His heart pounded. Wait, Janus was going to look for him. He had to stop him before Janus got hurt!

Patton jumped out from behind the boxes and hurried out of the storage room. He looked left, right, and left again. Where did Janus run off to?

Patton went right, hoping his gut was pointing him in the right (ha) direction, and ran down the maze of hallways. That was a good joke. He'd have to use it later.

The top floor of IODNA looked like any hospital. Its walls were clean. Its floors shined with pride. Its doors were polished with ‘get well soon’ signs and balloons and ribbons. Its counters were clean and inviting to anyone who stepped into its doors. No wonder no one ever believed the whistle blowers.

Patton let out a long sigh. He rubbed his arms. What if Janus didn’t come this way? What if Patton was now lost? What if someone found him before Janus did? Or worse, what if someone found Janus before he did?

A feeling of sadness caught Patton’s attention. It was faint, but the hurt grew in strength the farther forward he went. Patton followed the feeling. Tears rose to his face, and he rubbed them away with his shirt sleeve. His travels brought him to a closed door, and Patton held his breath.

The room number didn’t have a name placed under it like the others.

Cautiously, Patton cracked open the door. He peered inside and held his breath. The sobbing grew louder, unaware of Patton’s presence. Patton invited himself in.

His heart broke when he saw their condition. Tied down by a strap across their chest, wrists, and legs, this person really couldn’t do anything but cry. And what was up with the black tears? Were they… were they one of the people trapped here? Patton crept closer, but the person didn’t seem to notice he was here yet.

“Hey, are you okay?” Patton asked, his voice gentle.

The person stopped crying as if a switch lit. Their eyes opened, and Patton covered his mouth. Nothing but black stared back at him.

“Wh-who's there?” the person asked. “Please, just leave me alone.”

Patton wrung his hands together. “Hey, it's okay. I'm not here to hurt you. My name is Patton.”

“Patton?”

“Yeah, and uh, if you really want me to leave you alone-”

“No, wait. Why are you here? Who are you?”

Patton felt a new emotion taking over this person’s sadness. Dread. And Fear. And distrust.

“I’m here to-” Patton paused. “I’m trying to find a friend. Do you know anyone named Roman?”

“I never met anyone named Roman, no. I'm sorry.”

Patton’s heart dropped. “Oh. That’s okay. No worries, kiddo. I just… I’m sorry I bothered you.”

“No, it’s okay. You didn’t bother me.”

“What’s your name?”

“Mine? Uh, It’s- it’s Thomas.”

Patton’s heart pounded. “Wait, Thomas Sanders?”

“Yes?” Thomas’s eyes narrowed then widened as realization hit him. “You know who I am?”

“Of course! Thomas, we’re here to save you!”

Patton touched Thomas’s wrists to unbuckle the strap. His fingers began to tingle. Patton pulled them away and examined them. Were the straps electrocuted? No, that couldn’t be. The power was shut off, but why-

Patton watched as Thomas’s eyes started to clear up. The black slime crawled out of his vision, and Thomas blinked several times. Patton watched bright brown irises return, and the small cut on Thomas’s throat closed up. Patton must’ve been so lost in his euphoria that he healed Thomas and didn’t realize it. He waited for the telltale cut to appear on his neck.

Brown eyes slid down to Patton, and Thomas smiled. He said, “Oh, nice to finally see you.”

Patton let out a nervous laugh. He touched the straps again, noting that he did heal Thomas by accident when nothing happened, and worked as fast as he could to unlock the buckles on Thomas’s wrists. He then moved to Thomas’s chest and pulled that off. Thomas sat up, and he helped Patton untie his feet.

“So, Patton, is Damian here with you?” Thomas asked.

“Uh, sorta. He’s around here somewhere,” Patton said with a laugh. “He goes by Janus now.”

“Oh, okay then. And Joan? How about them?”

Patton blinked. “Yeah, Joan is here too.”

“Talyn?”

“You got it.”

“Cam?”

“Yup.”

“Quil?”

“The gang’s all here, I promise, Thomas.”

Thomas couldn’t help the smile that rose to his lips. He swung his feet over the side of the bed and stood. His balance tipped, and Patton caught Thomas around the shoulders before he could fall over.

“Sorry, I haven’t been, uh, up and walking in a while,” Thomas said.

“No worries, kiddo. I got you.”

Thomas got his balance back, and he stood up straight. “So, Patton, now what?”

“Uh,” Patton laughed. “Y’know? I didn’t really think about that. I wasn’t supposed… to find… you.”

“Oh?” Thomas rose a brow.

“Yeah, I was supposed to find someone else.”

“Well, that’s no problem. You can just radio Da-Janus on his walkie talkie, right?”

“I don’t have one.”

Thomas sighed. “Okay, that’s a bit more of a problem.”

“Don’t worry. I’m sure he’ll turn up somewhere. He always does.”

“Yeah.” Thomas hurried over to the door and opened it. He paused, and he glanced over his shoulder. “Patton, I have to go find someone before we leave. I can’t just leave him here.”

“Who?” Patton tilted his head.

“Remus. I was trapped here with him for four years. He’ll go- I can’t leave him alone. He has a hard enough time as it is, and I-”

“Say no more,” Patton said. “We can find him together.”

Thomas eyed Patton for a few moments before he nodded his head. He peeked out of the room and looked left, right, left, before hurtling down the hall. He didn’t know exactly which way Dr. Patrickson took him, but he could follow the black trail his eyes left behind.

Thomas stopped as he rounded the corner. Two scientists lay unconscious on the ground. Thomas ran over to them and slid the gasmasks off their face. No black tears lined their eyes. He put his fingers to their necks and focused.

“I think they’re just asleep,” he told Patton over his shoulder.

Patton breathed a sigh of relief.

Thomas continued, “But I’m pretty sure this was Remus’s work.”

“How do you know?”

“Because he can put people- he makes people breathe in dust that puts them to sleep.”

Patton hummed. “Well, that doesn’t sound too pleasant.”

“It’s not.” Thomas stood up and hurried down the hall with Patton on his heels. The farther they traveled, the more bodies they found in the halls. Some were asleep, some had bumps and bruises, and some had limbs bent at unnatural angles.

Patton couldn’t help but wonder just who they were dealing with here.

A loud crash caused both Patton and Thomas to jump. It sounded like part of the building collapsed. Patton grabbed onto Thomas’s turtleneck sleeve, and he swallowed hard.

“W-was that Remus too?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

Thomas and Patton carefully crept up the hall. As they turned the corner, they saw the next hallway had caved in. Blood pooled underneath the rubble, and limbs bent at unnatural angles from the wreckage like human tree branches. Patton covered his mouth in shock, but Thomas didn’t seem phased.

“No, he definitely couldn’t do something like this, at least, not in the real world.”

“The real world?” Patton questioned.

Thomas didn’t answer. He continued walking down the unblocked hall. “Well, we’re not going to be able to find him that way. I think the deep isolation area is down here, but I’m not really sure. Everything looks the same.”

Deep isolation? The real world?

Who on earth was this Remus person, and how dangerous was he?

Patton followed Thomas like a lost duck. Thomas turned down hallway after hallway, his eyes focused on the numbers above the doors. Did he know where he was going? Would they even find Remus after all this work? Patton’s heart started to pound. What about Roman? What if they didn’t find him? What about Janus? What if he was still searching for Patton?

What if this was all for nothing?

“Thomas, we… we should get out of here,” Patton said, his voice wobbling. “I know you want to find your friend, but I’m worried that-”

Patton bumped into Thomas’s back. Thomas’s body was stone-still, and Patton glanced around him.

At the end of the hall stood a dark shadow with a scary mask. The red lights made him look like a murderer. He stared back, his body as equally still as Thomas’s.

Patton couldn’t help his audible gasp. They looked just like Roman, but wrong. Their hair was too short. Their body was too thin. What… what did these people do to him? Patton covered his mouth, ready to cry. Thomas took a deep breath as well, but a relieved smile crossed his face.

“Remus,” Thomas called out.

“Remus?” Patton questioned. He stared at the man at the end of the hall. Remus? Were Roman and Remus the same person? If not, they looked awfully similar. Frighteningly similar.

The shadow- Remus- took a step forward. Then two. Then four. Then ran. Thomas hurried to meet Remus in the middle, leaving Patton confused at the end of the hallway.

“Thomas, I found you!” Remus cried out. The two of them crashed together. Remus picked up Thomas around the waist and swung him around in a circle. Thomas laughed as he pressed his forehead against Remus’s own. Remus’s voice shook as he asked, “Did they hurt you?”

“No, I’m fine,” Thomas answered. “What about you?”

“Who cares?” Remus answered. He brought his hands up and rubbed Thomas’s eyes with his thumbs. “They’re not black anymore.”

Thomas smiled. “I know. I found someone who could help me.”

Only then did Remus notice they weren’t alone. Remus clutched Thomas to his chest, his breathing starting to grow uneven. Black smoke puffed from his nose. Patton couldn’t help the whimper that escaped his lips as Remus’s protective anger overtook him. Okay, Remus was definitely not Roman.

“You stay away from us,” Remus hissed. Patton took a step back.

“No, no, Remus, it’s okay!” Thomas reassured. “That’s Patton. He’s the one who helped me.”

Patton gave an awkward wave. Remus studied Patton for a few moments, deciding what to do next. In the end, Remus turned his attention back to Thomas, and he pressed his forehead up against Thomas’s again.

“I found you. Real or not real?” Remus asked.

“It’s all real,” Thomas responded. He pinched the edge of Remus's arm. “I promise, all of this is real.”

Remus let out a long sigh of relief. Thomas pulled his head back, and he took Remus’s cheeks in his hands.

“Remus, Patton’s gonna get us out of here. He’s going to set us free.”

“Free?”

“Yes, free. So you can see the real warm grass and the real blue sky and have real tea and- and- everything I’ve ever told you about.”

Remus stayed quiet for a while. His voice was barely audible as he asked, “I’m going to be free?”

“Yes,” Thomas answered. He let go of Remus, substituting his hug for holding onto Remus’s hand, and led him to the end of the hall. Patton resisted the urge to take a step back. Remus’s mask unsettled him in more ways than one, but he looked like a lost child following his older brother.

“Free.”

“Yes, we’re going to be free.”

“Really?”

“It’s all real, Remus, I promise.”

“Patton! There you are.”

Patton jumped as a strange voice shouted his name. He turned his head and saw an angry scientist with a bobbing blonde bun charging toward them with no shoes on.

Wait, no shoes-

“Oh, hey Janus,” Patton said with a nervous laugh.

“Don’t you ‘hey Janus’ me.” Janus stormed up to him, standing a whole foot higher, and grabbed onto his shirt collar. “You and I are going to have a serious talk when we get back.”

“Janus.”

The mentioned man turned his head, and he sucked in a breath. “Thomas?”

Thomas smiled and nodded his head. “Long time no see, huh?”

Janus’s eyes settled on the person beside Thomas, and his brow furrowed. “Who the hell is that?”

“This is Remus,” Thomas introduced. Remus’s head tilted to the side, and Thomas continued, “Yes, Remus, a new friend. Just don’t go putting him to sleep.”

Janus’s eyes danced between the three of them before they finally settled on Patton. He rubbed his eyes with his index finger and his thumb, and he mumbled, “You know what? I don’t have the patience to ask. Have you seen Hobo around?”

“No,” Thomas shook his head, his stomach dropping like a lead weight. “I was hoping they’d run into us sooner or later.”

“I’m surprised and worried they didn’t,” Janus mumbled.

“Maybe they made it out already,” Patton responded. “Maybe they figured it was too late, and-”

The red lights flickered. Everyone held their breath as machines blinked to life, lights shifted from a blood red to a ghostly white, and locks on doors automatically clicked closed.

Shit.

“We have to go. Now,” Janus ordered.

“But what about Ro-”

“You did enough damage here today. Don’t throw Roman into the mix too.”

Patton flinched, and he looked down at his feet. Bitter tears rushed to his face, and he swiped them away. He mumbled out, “I was just trying to help.”

“Then help us. Stay the fuck home next time.”

Janus peeked around the hall edge, his eyes scanning for any sort of activity in them. Once he found the coast clear, he motioned for the three people behind him to follow.

Hallway after hallway. Peek after peek. Close call after close call. Eventually, they made it to the storage room they started at.

“This is going to be the tricky part,” Janus whispered. Already, guards had swarmed the area. There were at least six between them and the doors. Janus turned his head to Thomas. “What can your friend there do?”

“His name is Remus,” Thomas said and puffed out his chest.

“Right, whatever, what can Remus do.”

“I kill people,” Remus blurted out. Patton and Janus both blinked at him, one with horror and the other with mild amusement. Janus snorted before Remus mumbled in a softer voice, “Well, you asked.”

Thomas elaborated, “He has this dust- sleep dust- you know, that makes a person fall asleep. Then, if he touches their forehead, he can make them have nightmares until they, uh, you know.”

“Interesting,” Janus said with a nod of understanding. He rubbed his chin. “I wonder if we could get him up into the ventilation system and let him loose.”

“That sounds like fun,” Remus chirped.

“How are we supposed to get him in the vent system?” Thomas asked. “Worse yet, what if we lose him in the vent system.”

“You can go with him.”

Patton inhaled. “Guys-”

“Okay, sure, I can go with him. There are spiders up there. No thanks.”

“Spiders!” Remus chirped. “Hey, Thomas, remember when-”

“Guys!”

“Yes, Remus, I remember. You really don’t have to-”

Patton pushed Thomas. A dart lodged itself into the wall where Thomas’s head was. Remus swung his head around, an angry growl tearing from his throat. He saw a line of guards standing at the end of the hall with guns in their hand, and he charged.

“Remus, stop!” Thomas called out.

However, Remus was far from a listening mood. A dart shot. It lodged itself in Remus’s shoulder. He continued to charge. Another hit his shin. Remus stumbled, but he still continued. More and more darts fired, some missing, some not, but Remus’s mission was never deterred. He puffed out smoke from his nose, his hands reaching out to throttle the first person he touched.

The last dart in his stomach caused him to fall to his knees. He vaguely remembered Thomas calling out his name, and Remus moaned. He fell onto his side, his whole body going still.

Patton covered his mouth as Janus sucked in a huge breath. Already the guards who were at the storage door were rushing toward them.

They were trapped.

“Gentleman, I think there’s been a mistake,” Janus said as he tried to fix this. “My name is Angelica F. Knowles, and I’m escorting these experiments back to their rooms under the direction of Dr. Patrickson. I don’t need a man’s assistance to do a woman’s job.”

“That’s fascinating,” a voice purred to his left, “because Angelica Knowles was given the whole day off by yours truly.”

The boys’ attention shifted to the man walking toward them. His eyes narrowed as a devilish grin graced his face. His left hand clutched an animal carrier, which swung back and forth. A black and brown shadow growled from inside as a red light blinked from the collar around its neck.

“Shit,” Janus mumbled under his breath.

Dr. William paused, followed Janus’s line of sight, and rose the cage up to his eye level. He purred, “Oh, this? I found him wandering around the labs a few days ago. Been keeping a close eye on him while he was outside too. Is he yours? His collar says Hobo, or at least, that’s what I’ve heard his name was.”

Hobo let out a loud growl, and they leaped at the cage door. The cage swung, and their claws swiped out to scratch Dr. William. Unfortunately, the scientist pulled it away in time and laughed at their fruitless efforts.

Thomas stiffened and whispered, “Joan.”

“Joan?” Dr. William said as he raised a brow. “I could’ve sworn his name was Hobo. Oh well. I suppose most animals do have pet names. Hah, get it? Pet names?”

Thomas darted forward to get to Hobo. He made it three steps before he screamed, his hands flying to his head as he fell to his knees. His forehead pressed against the floor. Hobo’s angry yowl rattled his cage as he thrashed about.

Patton yelped as every ounce of Thomas’s pain rushed through his body. His knees buckled, and Janus steadied him around the waist.

Janus’s head flashed over to Dr. William, and he growled, “Stop it.”

Dr. William did stop walking, but Thomas’s pain didn’t end. He took a deep breath through his nose, and he replied, “Why? You and I both know he can handle it.”

At this rate, a swarm of weapons all aimed themselves at the group. Janus’s eyes darted around, trying to figure out how to get out of this.

“You can lower your act, Damian. I know it’s you,” Dr. William said.

“Damian? Who’s she? Never heard of her.”

“Arrogant little brat. Just like your father.”

Janus swallowed his tongue and spat out, “Oh yes, do get me mad by comparing me to my dead father. A plus villainy right there.”

Dr. William’s eyes rested on Patton, and his eyebrow popped up. “Ah, I don’t think we’ve properly met yet. Who is the pretty blond boy you have in your hands?”

That did boil Janus’s blood, and he hissed a curse at the scientist through his teeth. Patton seemed to gather enough awareness that they were talking about him, and his head turned in the direction of Dr. William in terror.

Dr. William sighed. “No matter. I’ll find out eventually, don’t worry.”

With a snap of his finger, darts fired from every direction. Janus tried to take the brunt of them, but he knew that eventually, one was going to hit Patton, and Patton didn’t have any fighting skills to get out on his own. His back hit the wall as he lost his balance, several needles shattering behind him. Patton let out a yelp as the two of them tumbled to the floor.

Dr. William towered over them, his lips drawn back into a sneer. He pushed Patton off Janus with his foot so he could see the terror in Patton’s eyes. He eyed Patton like he was gum underneath his shoe.

“Thank you for bringing this pain in the ass back to me.”

Patton opened his mouth to speak, but his words were lost. The world around him wobbled, and he could feel his body trying to work the sleeping solution out of his system, but it wasn’t working fast enough. Patton passed out, the last sentence of Dr. William echoing in his head.

He should’ve stayed home today.

Patton opened his eyes.

He was being carried. He didn’t know by who. All he knew was they were warm.

Patton closed his eyes.

Patton opened his eyes.

People were talking. He couldn’t understand them. His mouth was dry. Why couldn’t he understand them?

Patton closed his eyes.

Patton opened his eyes.

His neck was cold. Too cold. Something was there. He couldn’t tell what it was.

Patton closed his eyes.

Patton opened his eyes.

At first, he couldn’t tell what he was sleeping on. It felt like a foam mattress, but someone else’s indent was etched into it like a memory. He sat up and rubbed his head. The world was still a bit dizzy, but he could tell his body was no longer fighting off whatever injection those darts gave him.

The room was rather clean, save for a bookshelf off to the side. There were no windows and one door. The floor was made of cold tile, and Patton reached his barefoot out to touch it.

Wait, barefoot? Wait! These weren’t his clothes!

Patton held his breath as he realized he was wearing white sweatpants and a white turtleneck. He looked down his shirt. A silver collar wove around his neck. His binder was gone, and in its place was a white sports bra. Patton almost threw up. He hugged his arms and let out a choked sob. Never before had he felt so violated.

Patton’s feet padded across the floor. He didn’t know why, but he had to check and see if the door was locked. He turned the round handle to find it stuck. No surprises there.

Patton leaned his back against the door. He grabbed his hair in his hands and slowly sank down. He was in IODNA. He got himself caught. And what was worse? He got Hobo and Janus caught too. He was sure of it.

Patton didn’t know how long he cried on the floor. It felt like hours, but with no clock, he couldn’t tell. How could he be so stupid? How could he get all those people hurt? And why? Because he felt like he needed to be the hero. He snuffed. He wasn't a hero. He was just a whiny child who was only good at looking pretty and giving other people problems.

After Patton was done throwing himself a pity party, he decided to explore the room he was trapped in. He walked over to the bookshelf and searched for any spiderwebs. After confirming it was just dusty, he skimmed his fingers across the titles.

Moby Dick

Romeo and Juliet

Frankenstein

Hamlet

Pride and Prejudice

These books must’ve been first editions with how much dust was on them. Patton snorted. He’d have to tell that joke to… someone later. A rock landed in his stomach. Would there even be a later?

A black box caught Patton’s eye, and he pulled it off the shelf. It looked like an old record player. Patton wondered if it still worked. He blew the dust off it and searched around for a record to put in. Thankfully, the whole bottom shelf was lined with them.

Patton pulled out a record on the end and removed it from its sleeve. He examined the name, which looked to be Italian if he had to guess. Luciano Pavarotti. He knew he heard of them before, but he didn’t know where.

Patton placed the disk on the record player and raised the arm. His eyes roamed the record player until he found the on switch. The record began to spin. Patton moved the needle down onto the edge of the record.

A beautiful voice flooded the room. Patton leaned back on the bed and used his hands to support himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. For a moment, he forgot he was trapped in a room with nothing but dusty books and a small record player.

For a moment, Patton was sitting beside Roman in their apartment. Roman’s hands were carefully woven into Patton’s short hair, his own, long hair tied in a messy bun. Roman’s voice lulled him to sleep. Patton curled up, putting his own hand in his hair. He pretended the pillow was Roman’s leg, and he pressed his back against the wall. Maybe it was a lie, but he couldn’t help it.

Roman always did like Ave Maria.

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Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: DCU (Comics), DCU, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Superman - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Clark Kent/Jason Todd

Characters: Jason Todd, Clark Kent

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Pre-Superman Clark Kent, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Alternate Universe, Tumblr: Jason Todd Rare Pair Challenge, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: It was an accident. Jason never meant for this to happen, never meant to be stuck in the past... and never meant to meet pre-Superman Clark Kent. But what about all the things that came after?

Preview:

It should have been simple.

An infiltration mission with the aim of eradicating Gotham’s newest crime syndicate. Something Jason had done many times before, so often that the tally marks of his victories would not fit on A2 paper. This should have been the same. The plan was easy enough– enter the group, gather their secrets and use that to destroy them. Sometimes, Jason didn’t even need to collect their secrets. A lot of gangs were predictable, always after the same thing - a chunk of cash to fill their small and hungry pockets. Even loose coins would do. That’s what desperation and greed did to the world.

It never surprised Jason when people – ordinary, nameless people – turned to a life of crime. Not after they’d had their first taste of what it truly meant to live outside the law. How the quick money they had made promised a life free of indigence, hunger, and their poverty-wage jobs. He had seen it happen countless times before. Back in Crime Alley, gang members would approach strangers on the street with promises of earning hundreds of dollars if they just followed a few simple instructions. A lot of people would fall for it, especially the children that the local city council failed to protect. They would reach for that promised future with desperate hands, and at that moment they were trapped, the crimes they committed chasing that empty dream more than enough to ensure they could never leave. Not unless they wanted to see their lives pass by behind prison bars.