#while waiting for someone who needs none of the features to take a shit

[wheelie-sick]

IRT the "who can use the accessible bathroom?" debate

watching people's absolute gymnastics to explain their "need" for the accessible bathroom is always both wild and incredibly frustrating to me.

if you do not:

-use a bulky mobility aid that can't fit in the regular stall/otherwise cannot fit into another stall

-have a medical device requiring a feature that is not available in other stalls

-need the grab bars and they're unavailable in other stalls

-have a carer who assists you in the bathroom

-have an infant that needs their diaper changed and the changing table happens to be in the accessible stall

then I'm sorry but you just do not need the accessible stall. I do not believe you. I do not believe you at all. I think you are making excuses for yourself because you want to shit in luxury without feeling bad about it.

the accessible stall is not the "every disabled person" stall, it is not the "stall for people who find it more convenient" it is the stall for people who truly cannot use other stalls. and I really mean "cannot" and not "don't like."

your preference is just not the same as my wheelchair, stop pretending it is.

[2-dsimp]

if it’s no trouble could we get another part to DILF/ nanny reader? Maybe like a willing reader? Bc I know of a hot dad wanted to date me who am I to say no? Lol great work!!!!

Cw: fem reader! jealousy, possessive/obsessive tendencies, Quio and Miki butting heads, the plot thickens

Synopsis no.2: 【featuring you being caught in the middle between your coworker and employer literally and figuratively. Miki obviously hates your employer and makes it well known meanwhile Quio does the same vice versa. The Dilf tried his best to put his and Peina’s plan of seducing you into action. But he’s constantly getting interrupted. And He’s honestly so close to snapping at this point.】

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“I wish you’d stop by here more often after all you’re already part of the family."

The Dilf sighs melodramatically, electing a small giggle from your lips. Seeing how he acted so distraught due to your absence. While he led you and your coworker to the living room, gesturing for you to take a seat on the couch.

“Oh that’s kind of you to say Mr. Evinis but I can’t possibly impose on you guys. Plus I’ve still gotta work my boring office job”

You replied with a mirthful tone at his sweet comment truly feeling as if you’ve made a second home within your employers household. You’ve already grown accustomed to his friendly work staff and of course his darling daughter who was l always clinging onto you like a baby kitten. And the fact that her father was so chivalrous and kind didn’t help your own little crush from forming on the single dad.

“Oh perish the thought sugarling~ we’re lucky enough to even be blessed by your radiant grace. In this boring household.”

Quio reassures with a charming smile, as he makes sure to fluff up some fancy decor pillows for his lovely lady. After placing the plush pillows down where you’d sit, He then put a hand on your shoulder giving a comforting squeeze.

“In fact me and the little squirt have always gotten excited at seeing you pull up and we’d be more than happy to keep you hostage here if possible”

The Dilf admits in a cheesy manner, which made you feel at ease. From how sweet his insistence at you dropping by often to hang out was. Being none the wiser to how he was being 100% serious. About the part where him and his daughter briefly molled over the idea of keeping their lovely nanny hostage at their mansion. Since they honestly couldn’t get enough of how addicting your sunshine liken presence.

Lit up every dark lonesome corner of the estate and they’d be damned if they every let you get a chance to escape from their sights. brandishes a pearly grin at the thought of being able to cater personally to his future missus.

“Also if your boring office job is what’s holding you back from spending quality time with us then I can think of a couple solutions to—“

“Um, let me stop you right there man. Whatever you’re pitching would be nice and all but I need my work wife.”

Once again you missed the small micro transgression within the Dilf’s facial features as his eye twitched at the irksome interruption done by that worthless dickbag.

“Aha work wife? With someone like you? I see you’re the type to joke around huh?”

He replied in an tone of condescension giving Miki a mean spirited smile. And an idle glance over full of scorn at the self assured confidence in this boy, who was proclaiming that his darling was his work wife.

“Well I am quite the jokester—wait what the hell do you mean by someone like me??”

You nearly busted out laughing at how Miki got a miffed expression on his face from the subtle dig done by the famous actor. You didn’t necessarily claim to be Miki’s work wife as nice as his company was. He was an utter shitty coworker to have when you’re trying to get shit done. Whenever you two were paired it’d be him cracking jokes while you were working like an effective machine.

“Well If anything they’re my work wife, no my wife, since yknow she’s looking after my kid like the little darling angel she is”

Quio nearly purred with a sharp edge to his voice as he blatantly rubbed it in Miki’s face the sheer difference. Between the two of them and how he was ultimately more important in your standings.

“Anit that right sweetness?”

The single dad hummed with a sickening sweet expression that resembled a hopeful doe eyed buck. His shouldering eyes never failed to make your heart do kick flips from how they always seemed to focus on purely you. Almost as if you were his world, his missing half. You got extremely flustered that you could barely even respond to his words. Until Miki let out a sneer and fixed his apparent love rival a shrewd scowl.

“Oh please as if! She’s your Nanny, not your substitute wife. Plus I already called dibs on her first, my guy.”

The sight of that damned flea mansplaining on the couch with the slinging over his arm right behind your head. Made Quio imagine ripping that same offending arm from our his socket and bitch slapping him with it.

“Dibs? Are you insinuating that she’s an object to be possessed by the likes of a peasant like you?”

He taunts snarkily, dropping his nice guy facade as makes his way to sit right in between you and Miki. Squeezing his bulky frame in the middle of the couch he gracefully crosses his legs as he swats off the offending arm behind your head and replaces it with his own.

“Tch! Now you know that’s not what I meant. It’s always you actors spinning fabricated lies. And the fuck did you just—“

“Miki don’t you think that it’s time for you to go soon? You’re gonna be late for work”

You interjected seeing how things were getting out of hand between the two offending men. Quio merely gave a smug smile as he saw Miki begrudgingly get up with an scowl on his face. You were right he had to go soon since he couldn’t be late for his promotion into higher management. He didn’t tell you that yet because he wanted to surprise you on the day you both worked the same shift.

“Ah fuck your right, thanks for the reminder what would I do without my precious work wife?”

Miki emphasized loudly, Shooting a glare towards the A-listed actor as he then gave you an abrupt hug goodbye whilst still glowering at the Dilf. The two seemed to be exchanging a clash of mixed silent threats behind your back.

Quio “gently” nudged Miki away from his darling with a hard shove with the pointy tip of his shoe upon his midriff. Making your coworker stumble back with a sharp exhaled grunt escaping his lips. Good, he hoped that fucker gets sore down there. The single dad was always about getting his get back by being petty whenever someone blatantly tried to piss him off.

“Alright that’s enough Casanova wouldn’t wanna keep your bosses waiting yeah?”

The Dilf chirped in a sweet noncommittal manner as he briefly pulled you into a side hug. As if to cleanse you from the poor touch Miki had given you. Miki had to bite back his tongue since he really couldn’t afford to waste time with the man’s shenanigans. And rolled his eyes he could only afford to shoot you a word of warning with concern shining in his eyes before he made his way outside of the million dollar manor.

“Be careful… You know how actors are, always so full of shit. Call me when you’re done I’ll come to pick you up okay?”

“Yeah yeah, don’t let the door hit cha on ya on the way out Miki”

Quio sassed as he couldn’t wait to have that cocky fucker out of sight and out of mind. There were so many times where the actor came close to acting out. One of his many aspiring roles which consisted of him being a deranged serial killer. It would’ve gave him peace of mind to choke out that lanky shithead and watch the life leave his eyes.

But he had better things to do at the moment rather than drone in about how he’d murder Miki in cold blood. Like wooing you over for instance which was unfortunately put on pause due to a pest intent on getting in the way between you and him. So he feels a sense of relief wash over him as Miki leaves, knowing that he can finally have you all to himself.

“It seems like you two get along well enough already”

You caught the Dilf off guard with your off handed comment as he gave you a raised brow and an apprehensive smile. He shook his head slightly and gave a dark chuckle at how naive you were to perceive their little spat to be that of a friendly origin. When they clearly wanted to go at each others necks.

“It would seem so… But hey I was wondering if you’d be interested in—“

His phone decided to go off in the most headache inducing way. He could hear the annoying ringtone which indicated that his manager was calling and he bit back a snarl from being interrupted once again. Collecting himself he excused himself from the couch not being fore taking your hand in his and giving it a small chaste kiss as he gave you an apologetic gaze.

“Sorry about this sugarling I’ve gotta take this call I’ll be right back”

With his servants taking leave at his behest today was the day he planned on tying the metaphorical knot with the cute Nanny that stole both his and his little girl’s heart. So his manager had better got a pretty damn good reason for bugging him on his day of vacation leave. Or else they’ll get added to the hitlist alongside that damned coworker of yours.

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I’m thinking of making this into a mini series, let me know if I should continue!o(≧v≦)o

[angstywaifu]

Black Dahlia - 43. A Helping Hand

Summary: A year later Dahlia is now helping others prepare for the Quadrant, doing what she can to make sure they get as far as they can with Challenges fast approaching. Even recruiting the help of a certain blonde first year cadet to help another struggling first year. Black Dahlia Masterlist | Masterlist | Links |

I can’t help but get a feeling of deja vu as I walk back and forth, assessing my squad on the mats in front of me. This time last year it was Bodhi and I helping Austin and Liz. Now I was here with my entire squad. I’d gone from a lone wolf to being part of a pack essentially . A strange feeling for someone who spent most of their life fending for themselves. Now I had friends who had my back, and a whole squad keep alive. If I could help it, none of these guys would die if there was something I could do about it. I know I’d loose a few along the way, but if I could prevent it for a while I would.

My eyes land on Austin who is watching Liz spar with her sister Aurora. I can see the worry etched in her features as she watches her. Austin and Liz had started on the backfoot compared to a few of us, but they still had some combat training behind them. But as I watch Aurora, it’s clear she’s got none. She’s acting on instinct as Liz approaches her. And instinct would only get her so far.

I scan the rest of the groups, trying to see who could help. My eyes snagging on the spikey blonde hair of Liam Mairi. Liam who Xaden had told me to use. Liam who had won every opponent he was put up against on assessment day. He’d more than proven himself as my squads most capable fighter next to me and… Well only me now seeing as Bodhi was part of leadership. Though he still did classes with our Squad despite that. Even now I can see him leaning up against the wall with Garrick and Xaden. All of them taking note on the groups in front of them. Most of them being marked ones from first year. All spread out just enough to not break the rules.

Liam finishes up with the squad mate he’s up against, stepping off the mat to let another one from his group step up. He turns his head as I walk over, giving me one of his very flirty smiles. Pity for him, blonde’s weren’t my type anymore, and I was more than accounted for.

”What can I do for you squad leader?” He asks as I stop in front of him.

”Just call me Dahlia.” I tell him as he nods. “I need you to change groups. I want your help with something.”

I turn my head to look at Aurora a few mats away. Aurora who trips over her own feet and ends up sprawled on her back on the mat.

”You want me to train her don’t you.” He states as if he’s read my mind. Though was definitely not hard to put together. He was my strongest cadet, and she was my weakest.

I nod. “Austin and I can’t always be here to train with you guys. We can’t be at every class. And honestly, I think she’d learn more from you. We’ll step in where we can to give you time to train with others. But we can’t prioritise one person when we have a whole squad to keep alive.”

”Thought this quadrant was more survival of the fittest and weed out the weak.” He says with a cocked eyebrow.

Shit, was Xaden wrong? No. Liam is just testing me. Probably seeing where I stand. Smart. And something Xaden would have taught him in their time together.

”It is, but there’s no way I’m letting my friends little sister be a victim of that. We’re a squad. This is our family till we leave. And family should help each other out.” I tell him sternly.

”Consider it done Dahlia. I have a little sister who will be here next year to. And I know if I wasn’t here to help her, I’d want someone to help her if she needed it. I have no clue what training, if any she’s had in the last six years.” He tells me, a sadness slipping into his voice.

“Wait, you weren’t fostered with her?” I ask as anger surges through me. Of course they would separate siblings

He nods sadly. “I haven’t seen her since they executed our parents. I know she’s alive, but that’s all. But I know if I wasn’t here to help her, I would want someone to look out for her. So consider it done.”

I smile up at him. “Thank you. I appreciate it. And if there’s anything you want, let me know.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t need anything.”

I watch as he turns and walks over to the mat Liz, Austin and Aurora are on. Instantly Austin turns her eyes to me and smiles in thanks. I can practically feel the tension leave her body as Liam takes the mat with Aurora before she walks over with Liz to a spare one. Liam is already breaking down the movements and stances for Aurora, clearly explaining in a way that works for her. I can even see her cheeks flush as he stands behind her and adjusts her stance. Oh gods, if something happened there I was not facing Austin’s wrath. Bodhi said mine was bad, but I was not messing with that.

The hour goes by quickly. Every one making some improvement which makes me happy, and Austin relax far more when she see’s Aurora start to piece together a series of moves Liam had taught her. We still had a few more days till challenges started on Monday, which hopefully would give Liam enough time to teach her more.

”Thanks for this.” Austin says as we grab our packs and head towards to door, both of us eager for food.

We’d sent Kai and Liz ahead of us to go get food while we waited for the rest of our squad to finish up. We’d come here right after flight manoeuvres, and we were very much regretting not getting something to eat prior.

”No problem. Though next time I am doing this after dinner or grabbing food first.” I say as she nods in agreement.

I turn to look around the hall, trying to spy Garrick and Xaden, but both are nowhere to be seen. I can’t help but wonder where they’ve gone. I had half expected Garrick to wait for me to go get food. Which he normally would. But this was now the second time since the year had started that he had mysteriously disappeared without saying anything.

”You all good?” Austin asks from where she’s turned to look at me.

”Yeah, just not sure where Garrick is. I could have sworn he was here earlier.” I say as I turn back to her.

”Maybe he couldn’t wait for food. He’s probably at the dinning hall waiting for you.” She says with a smile as we walk towards the dining hall.

“Yeah you’re probably ri-”

”Now!” someone shouts from behind us.

Austin and I barely get time to turn and react before bags are thrown over our heads, and within seconds everything is black.

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[local-new-kid-super]

Toolshed/Stan Marsh x GN!Reader

"Wiggin' Out!"

Featuring: Randy, Mysterion, Professor Timmy, and guest star LORDE!!!

Warnings: None! Just a bit of drinking and usual Randy shenanigans.

Synopsis: You have to make a suprise visit to the Freedom Pals hide out after a weird encounter with Mr. Marsh...

You're the New Kid, you work to protect the city because that's what heroes do. You look after the citizens, stopping robberies at City Wok and finding cat for some of the more... flamboyant members of the town. However, regardless of whether or not you work with Raccoon and Friends or The Freedom Pals, or even alone, you end up dealing with Randy more than the other citizens of South Park...

"Oh! H-hey, New Kid! I need to tell-you, urpppp..." Randy Marsh comes stumbling down the steps of his porch one night while you're trying to focus on patrol, and he puts his hands on his knees as he meets you height. "New kid, listen... I jus' wanna say, it's really fuckin' cool that you've got sssecret identity. It's important, doing good and shit-" He puts a hand on your shoulder. At least he's not actively fighting you about keeping his car keys again, he did a number on Scott.

"Thanks, Mr. Marsh, is there anything else you needed to tell me?" You ask, needing to either get back on patrol or get Mr. Marsh back into his house. He nods and stands fully, almost grave.

"Yes, I do need to tell you something, I'm glad you can tell." He looks of dramatically, and you can sense he's going to go on one of his Randy-Rants. "I understand the weight of a secret identity who does only good, and all the shit that comes with it. Having to sneak around, change outfits, hide money from fucking Sharon..."

"Sir, what are you-"

"That's right, New Kid. I am Lorde." He continues after taking another swig. "And *urp*, I'm willing to teach you, be your Mr. Miyagi, you just gotta help me out-" He stumbles over to his car, unlocking the back. You sign and post up, prepared to take his keys again, when he pulls something from the back seat. "Take ,y w-wig to the dry cleaners, I need full blow out f-for my next show. I'll start training you when you get back-" He chucks the wig at you with poor aim, and it just flops onto the ground beside you, now caked in stray hairs and snow. You pick it up with a gloved hand, sure to avoid touching your skin with it. Before you can even ask him if he'll pay you or tell him that's not what you do, he's back on his porch, asleep and mumbling "Yeah, yeah, yeah... I'm Lorde... yeah..."

Reluctantly, you make your way over to the suburb in the northeast part of town, 'Dark Meadows', and make your way over to the Freedom Pals base. The Raccoon would kick your ass if he knew you were here, but frankly, you just want to get this wig handed off to someone before it gives you some sort of disease or infection.

Ringing the doorbell of Tupperware's house, you wait until a lady with her hair up in a red headband opens it, quirking a brow before nodding. "Oh, you must be one of Tolkien's hero friends! The boys are in the basement, refreshments are upstairs."

You nod, as as you approach the basement door with a nanny cam, you can feel a harsh shiver run down your spine, as if the cold hand of the reaper just smacked you right on the ass. Turning around, the caped crusader known as Mysterion is glaring at you from the shadowed corner of the Black family living room.

"State your business, Raccoon Friend." He spits, posture tense as if preparing for battle. Even if you don't pose a threat right now, chances are Mysterion will still kick your ass. You know how he can be. Putting your hands up in a sign of surrender, you shake your head rapidly.

"I just need to talk to Toolshed, that's all. I'm not here for Raccoon, I'm not trying anything. I came alone, a-and I'm unarmed." You stammer out. Mysterion freaks you out, he was the first hero in town and clearly the most capable. It doesn't help that he's the only hero whose identity you don't at least have a suspicion about.

"I don't fucking buy it." Mysterion stands up from his leaning position, approaching with a snarl. "Get out, or I'll send you back to that fatass in a box-" Before he can get close enough to physically make good on his promise, a voice echoes in your mind, and apparently Mysterion hears it too, as he stands at attention with a huff.

"Now, now, Mysterion," Professor Timmy chides, coming up the stairs with the help of Toolshed and Tupperware, his chair clanking at the two heroes struggle to move it up. "We see the best in everyone, and I can sense the New Kid's intentions are genuine. We must grant everyone a chance to plead their case. Toolshed, take a break. Mysterion, come back downstairs for the briefing, and keep your temper in check." Mysterion casts you one last stinging glance before he heads down the stairs. Tupperware shakes his head as he motions for Wonder Tweek to help him out.

"G-gah! Can't you get a wheelchair lift, T-tupperware? You have money!" Tweak stammers as he begins to descend the stairs.

"You'd think with Professor Timmy's psychic powers he could do this himself..." Tupperware mumbles as the three disappear from view. Toolshed turns to you, giving you a once over. Ever since you prevented his dad from drunk driving, he's been a little warmer to you than the other Freedom Pals.

"Uh- hey, New Kid? What do you need?" Toolshed asks, clearly a little wary, seeing as you still have some ties to Raccoon and Friends. All you can do is hold out the gross wig, unsure how to even explain what happened with his dad earlier. Luckily for you, he understand immediately, brows flattening as he rubs his forehead. "Jesus fucking christ-" He looks back up. "He told you he's Lorde?"

"Yeah, and he gave me this wig, told me to-"

"Go to the dry cleaners and get his wig a blow out, yeah, he's always doing shit like this. And don't let him 'Mr. Miyagi' you either, he did that to me when I took Karate in third grade. He just wants you to fix the dents in the car and clean the windows before my mom notices he messed it up.Here," Toolshed flinches as he takes the wig. "I'll handle it, New Kid. Thanks for helping out my dad... again. I hope this doesn't mean I know you another favor because I'm not really interested in helping Raccoon again." He says, and you both chuckle.

"Yeah, it's no problem, is your dad like, okay though? He kind of all over the place."

Toolshed just shrugs. "Eh. He'll be fine, he always weird like that. Listen, take this." He hands you a slip of paper with his Raccoonstagram tag and his phone number. "I don't think Mysterion will like it very much if you keep showing up in case you see my dad being weird again, so just message me whenever and I'll swing by and deal with it."

You smile as you type the info into your cell. "Gee, thanks, Toolshed. Maybe I could text you even if your dad is perfectly fine?" You asks with a teasing tone, causing the raven-haired hero to go stiff.

"Uh- yeah. Yeah." He says, gulping a little as his grips his tool belt. "I gotta go, I think m' gonna be sick-" he rushes off towards Tupperware's bathroom, leaving you worried you said the wrong thing.

Later that night though, you get a reassuring text. "Hey, New Kid, sorry to rush off on you. Think I just ate something weird. Text me anytime." This is followed by a "Please."

You just laugh and shake your head as you plug in your phone, setting it on the nightstand. One things for sure, that guys just as weird as his father.

[bullet-prooflove]

Baggage: Mike Franks x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @ilovemark1951 @love-affair-with-fandoms @clarasmoon @saturnsdevilz

Ties into GIbb's Ice Queen storyline:

Revelations - Gibbs is surprised to discover a connection between you and Mike Franks.

Haunted - Mike reflects on the aftermath of Violet's death.

Mike doesn’t realise he’s saying another woman’s name in his sleep, not until he wakes up to an empty bed at fuck knows what time on a Saturday morning. Things have been going well between the two of you since he put his cards on the table, you’ve been staying over, keeping stuff at his place. He thinks you’d move in if he asked you to and he’s been thinking about it, he just needs to bury this case first.

Once that’s over he can start looking to the future, one that starts with mornings going down on you and nights wrapped up in you.  

He finds you in the kitchen, hunched over the sink scrubbing the shit out of last night’s skillet. He leans in the doorway, appreciating you for a minute, drinking you in. You’re wearing one of his t-shirts, it barely covers your ass. Your hair is pulled up into a messy bun revealing that hickey he left on the back of your neck because he’d gotten a little carried away when he was fucking you from behind against the headboard. His gaze comes to rest back on that skillet, the ferocity of your cleaning and he knows that somewhere between making love to you last night and waking up this morning he's fucked up bad.

“What did I do?” He asks you, fiddling with the buttons of his open shirt.

You pause then, dropping the skillet back into the sink before you incline your head towards him. He can see the profile of your face in the light from the kitchen window and it almost takes his breath away. He has moments like this sometimes, ones where he gets a fierce rush of emotion when he sees you. He’s forgotten how intense it can be, falling in love again, the power you give the other person when you give them a part of yourself. Mike, he would walk through fire for you if you asked him to but you never will because love is about trust, about knowing the other person has your best interests at heart even when you lose sight of your own.

“Who is Violet?” You ask and the bottom just falls out of his entire world. “You’ve been saying her name in your sleep so she must be someone important.”

 “That’s a complicated answer.” He says finally because Mike he doesn’t like to go back to that place, not if he can help it.

“Oh.” You say, picking up a cloth to dry your hands as you turn to face him. There’s a hurt in your features, an anguish he feels deep down in the depths of this bones. “Well if it’s complicated, then let me uncomplicate it for you.”

You toss the cloth at him before you head towards the bedroom. He knows what you’re doing, you’re going to pack up your stuff, leave and part of him thinks he should let you because his baggage, it’s too fucking heavy to share with anyone else.

But then he remembers Maeve’s words from the night she patched him up back then and he realises maybe it's time to start talking about this shit.

“She died.” He says as you throw your holdall onto the bed. “Violet was my fiancée and she died.”

You freeze then and Mike waits for the words to filter through, his palm rubbing over the nape of his neck as you slowly sit down on the bed.

“It was a while back...” He tells you, tilting his head away because it’s easier to tell this story if he doesn’t have to look at you. “She was…”

He can’t quite find the words to describe Violet.

Vivacious, bubbly, the life and soul of the party.

None of them seem enough.

“I loved her, I loved who I was when I was with her.”

He’d been brighter back then, less cynical. The world, it hadn’t seemed like such a dark place. He comes to sit beside you on the bed, his palms rubbing over each other as he continues his story.

“One night she went for a run, didn’t come home. I was working a shift, didn’t realise until the military police turned up looking for me.” He looks up then, his eyes meeting yours. “He hadn’t just killed her, he brutalised her too. He took something from her that even if she had lived, she would never have been able to get back.”

He sees your understanding. As a female detective in the SDPD, cases that involve sex crimes usually get delegated to you. The consensus is it’s a woman crime therefore the women are better equipped to handle it. The illusion is the victim is the only one destroyed by the crime, but rape, it has a ripple effect, it invades everyone connected to that person, it changes them.

“I can’t imagine what that must have been like for you.” You say into the silence, your hand clasping his. Your touch, it’s a lifeline in that moment, it gives him the strength to push on, to divulge the rest of the sordid story.

“It broke me.” He reveals, his voice raw with emotion. “I was a mess for long time after that, drinking, fighting, I just had to much fucking rage and I had nowhere to focus it.”

“They didn’t catch the guy?”

“No.” Mike says as he rubs the back of his hand across his eyes. “But the probie decided to go digging through the file recently and it’s generated some leads, I think we’re close, real fucking close.”

You squeeze his hand gently.

“That’s what the life lessons are about aren’t they?” You say softly. “You’re trying to make sure if anything happens…”

You trail off then and Mike nods his agreement.

“Leigh.” He says, his calloused hands encompassing your face, cradling it between them. “You are the most important thing in this world to me. When we started, it was like something inside just sparked and the part of me that had died, it came back to life. I could laugh again, breath again and that’s because of you, because of the way that you loved me.”

His forehead comes to rest upon yours, his thumbs stroking tenderly over your cheeks.

“If something happened to you I wouldn’t survive.” He murmurs against your mouth. “If I lost you like that…”

He’d follow you right into the grave, he can guarantee it.

“You won’t.” You promise him, your lips brushing over his. “With everything you’ve taught me, you’ve made sure of that.”

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[quill-and-again]

A Moment - Shanks

[Moments are interactions between Quill and other One Piece characters that may not ever make it into the more canonical long-form stories. They can be angsty, spicy, smutty, or feature "bad ends". It's a way for me to play with Quill without the weighty commitment of a "canon".]

Summary: Quill doesn't like Shanks. Shanks doesn't get why. The two have ended up stranded waiting for their crews to find them.

Warning: While Quill is an OC, I write them in the "reader" perspective, because they're a reincarnator and their first life was this Earth/Reality. As a fan of One Piece, they are almost more "reader" than OC. This can be jarring for folks, hence the warning. (this may change the more I develop Quill)

"I don't trust you!" You snap, growling in your throat and glaring at a shocked Shanks before turning away. "Fuck! Of all the thousands of people to be stuck with, it's you."

There's a nervous, or probably disarmingly meant, laugh that comes from Shanks. "We just met today, yeah?"

You snort, keeping your back to Shanks, looking around for anything that can be set on fire. The act will give you something to focus on, and the light and smoke might guide the others. This is one of the few times you wish this body had a devil fruit to utilize.

"I can't imagine what I did."

"You-." You stop. You don't trust Shanks. He's not a threat to Luffy or the safety of the world, but there's too much you don't know about him.

The last thing you need is to be an involuntary guest on his ship because he learns you know the "fate" of this world. You had to trust Pops' with that information for a lot of reasons, but it's none of Shanks' business.

"Don't sweat it, red." You grumble.

"It is interesting." Shanks drawls after a few moments of silence. There's something in his tone that causes your guard to raise. When you look over your shoulder at him, he's relaxed, draped back against a boulder regarding you. "I can't see what you're going to do."

"No one can." You don't see any reason to lie about it. You have your own theories, but you haven't even shared those thoughts with Marco yet. "So tough shit, red, you're not going to be able to use it to learn things about me."

"You really don't like me." He sighs, looking up into the sky.

"... Why'd you jump in after me?" You don't want to give this slick bastard an in, but curiosity was killing you.

The two of you got separated from your crews because you'd both ended up on the same island's mountain. You were there with a few crew members, scoping out the area. Shanks had been there on his own, but only because he'd left his crew mates behind going off by himself.

The sudden storm gust had lifted your damnably small body just enough that you went over the cliff edge. Armament haki meant you weren't going to take enough damage to break anything, but it wasn't exactly a fun experience. A second after you'd hit the swollen river water, you'd heard someone else land in the water as well.

The crew knew better than to risk life and limb for you, the only people stronger than you on the crew were a couple division commanders and some devil fruit users.

Shanks laughs - the light-heartedness of it just pisses you off, but it's who he is, so you know he's not making fun of you.

"I tried to grab you." He explains, making a motion with his one arm. "When I missed I was going to ask if I should go after you, but the dirt under my feet gave out."

"You fell?!" You can hardly believe what you're hearing. He nods and you laugh. The clipped sound escapes, but you can't stop the full on laugh that follows. "You! Ahhhhahahaha! Fell! Sh-Sha-Shanks, Emperor of the Seas! Kluh-klutzed his way here!"

"Oi! Oi!" He grumbles, sitting up and giving you a sour look.

You snort again but get yourself under control, waving him off. "Fell. Heh."

There's an easy silence between you, but you've been keeping your observation haki on. When Shanks tries to break the silence you cut him off.

"So, are you-." going to tell me why my haki doesn't work on you?

"Not in a million years." You interrupt, waving your hand lazily in the air. "I don't hate you red, but you're not going to charm your way into my trust. I certainly don't owe you an-."

The cold edge at your throat stills you. Apparently, if Shanks uses his observation haki, it doesn't matter that you're using yours. The two cancel each other out. Shanks wasn't known for starting fights, he must be really unsettled by you.

"Fighting would be a way to advertise where we are." You say evenly. Shanks is fast. He's powerful on a level you don't know if you can compete with. Sure you've been sparring with the crew for a couple years now, but you're quite removed from your last real fight.

"Tell me."

The weight of those words almost buckles you. It's a command that hits your brain and your lungs at the same time. You aren't sure if it's fear that drives it, or a battle of wills, but if you were anyone else you were pretty sure you'd be telling him everything.

"No."

Twelve lives before this one. Wars, intrigue, loss, fear, anger, love, frustration, despair. Decades of experience. Centuries. In one life you were an actual elf and lived for a few centuries. If not for that you wouldn't have had any defense against him.

That said, you really, really did not want to fight him.

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On the Edge of Tomorrow

Xavier watches as Mikki jumps from one puddle to the next, giggling and swinging her arms like an excited toddler. Her dress flutters around her toned legs like a gossamer veil as she holds the hem up to keep it from getting wet. Xavier looks away from the sight before he catches a glimpse of something that will only make his problems worse. She's almost always in her Hunter's uniform, but today she decided to change before going out and the decision is fraying his resolve to follow the non-engagement pact.

The streets and sidewalks are full of other late-night revelers making their way home or to other bars, their music competing with each other for their intended customers’ attention. He follows behind her, shaking his head, a smile tugging at his lips.

He hadn't intended on following her out tonight but after defeating a particularly strong S-Class Wanderer, he hadn't had a good excuse to deny her when she'd practically begged him to have a drink with her. One drink turned into many and what he expected to take an hour quickly turned into...well, a long night. He was exhausted, both in general and from the fight, but he couldn't leave Mikki out on her own in the state she was in. Linkon City had a lot of dangers for her, the least of which being other Wanderers.

A quick glance down at his phone revealed that he'd only received three messages from Jeremiah, and none were marked urgent. Regardless of how he felt, he had no good reason to cut their night short and simply followed Mikki as her whims led them farther down the street.

Besides, it had been a while since he'd spent any real time with Mikki. Indulging her once would be good for both of them, especially considering how desperate she was to do something so stupid as go to the N109 zone. Who knew what would happen when she ventured in there? If this was going to be their last moment of respite before shit hit the proverbial fan, he needed to take advantage of it while he still could.

And, if he were to be honest, he'd missed her. Missed this.

In all the timelines where he'd met her, this one was the hardest to adapt to. In his original timeline on Philos, everything had been so structured and formal. He'd barely even been able to hold Her Majesty's hand without someone seeing. Everyone knew his feelings for her, except, ironically, the object of his affection, herself. How she had managed to live hundreds of years and still think the woman he longed for wasn't her continued to plague his mind. Would continue to plague him until he ran out of timelines to search.

But this version of her was different. She was still a warrior. Still powerful and immensely capable. But she had a vivacity and carefree nature that he hadn't seen in eons. Not since they first met.

Since the version that had given him the tassel and died in his arms.

This Mikki was more like her than all the other ones he'd met. And in this era, in this Linkon City, she was so full of life that it made his heart ache ever more as he watched her skip in her drunken elatedness through puddles left by the night's earlier storm. When she looked over her shoulder, laughing and smiling at him, it was all he could do not to fall to his knees and beg her to remember.

Remember him.

Remember who she was to him.

But she's not the same girl he knew. That girl and the planet that relied on her broken heart were gone. Lost to the cosmos and the painful march of time. All he could do was hope. Hope that the Universe was still on his side. That the next timeline, the next iteration, would bring him back to the girl that loved him. The girl he would burn whole star systems down just to hold her in his arms once more.

As they approach the next block, she stops suddenly, a look of surprise and wonder crossing her features. Following her gaze, Xavier sees a group of street performers setting up shop across the road. The small crowd of people watching their every move, waiting to see what magic they'll perform tonight. One has some kind of fire Evol and is creating lanterns that quickly rise into the night sky, competing with the stars as they begin to peek out from behind clouds. Mikki watches in wonderment while Xavier can't take his eyes away from her.

"We should check them out!" Mikki exclaims, grabbing Xavier's hand and pulling him forward. He allows himself to be pulled along, too tired physically and spiritually to put up much of a fight. His own personal mission isn't going as well as he and Jeremiah had hoped and without a breakthrough, everything might be lost. They'd already lost the waypoint back to the Philos they knew and in this timeline, the planet was just a dim shell of what it once will be. There's no way back to his Queen. Their mission had gone off-kilter and he wasn't sure what, if anything, they could do now aside from protecting this version of his beloved from all the machinations that were working to strip her away from him once more.

A thousand lifetimes. A thousand ways he'd lost her.

Mikki stops them at the back of the crowd, a few yards away from the performers, but still close enough to hear their music and watch the light show. She turns, smiling, and pulls Xavier in close to her. Too close. His breath hitches as her warm hands grab his waist, the smell of her shampoo intoxicating him. She pulls him close enough to place her cheek against his chest and he wraps his arms around her, closing his eyes.

If only.

She looks up at him, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the cool night air, her dark eyes shining in the light. "I had a lot of fun tonight. Thanks for indulging me. I know you've got your own things to worry about. I promise we can go back soon, okay?"

Xavier shakes his head. "That's not why..." He sighs. "I'm having a great time. Really. Thank you. It's been a long time since I've had an evening like this. You've reminded me why it's important to step back once in a while."

Her smile is soft and gentle. "Good."

Xavier watches as she looks back towards the performers, the fire dancer having moved on and a woman with a flute taking her place. The sound is sweet and melodious, like a dream as the fog of sleep begins to clear upon waking, and for a moment the world around them seems to fall away. Xavier loses himself in Mikki as she sways to the somber sound. Loses himself in his love for her and the way her hands feel in his, the way her hair smells and the sound of her voice as she hums along. How her fingers tap against his hips and the way her body leans into his, seeking his warmth.

For a brief moment, he is not a Lightseeker and she is not a Hunter.

They are simply two souls finding each other in the vast darkness of space and time.

He doesn't want to let go.

Doesn't want the song to end.

Doesn't want the memory of how she feels to fade.

Because he knows.

Deep down, he knows.

That after tonight, things will never be the same again.

"We should head back," he says, breaking the spell and releasing her from his grasp. He steps away, putting some distance between them, the sudden cold and loss of her touch nearly crippling him.

Mikki pouts, but nods. "Yeah. We should."

She grabs his hand, and together, they make their way back to the apartment building. She hums to the memory of the tune as she swings her arms, closing her eyes as she sways until she trips over the sidewalk bricks and Xavier has to catch her. His hands linger around her waist, but he's careful to maintain some semblance of decorum. As much for her honor as his own sanity. All the things he's thought, all the scenarios he's imagined, he keeps them locked up in the dark recesses of his mind, only to come out when it's late and he's alone. Never when he's with her. When she might see the desire clouding his vision.

When she might see him longing for the one person he can't have.

Not yet. Not until he finds a way to keep her heart from falling apart once more.

Once she's regained her footing, they continue the journey back, their pace slower now, the night air cooler than before. When they reach the front doors, Mikki pushes her thumb against the print reader, but she's so drunk she loses her balance a couple times before the reader can accept her print. Chuckling, Xavier pushes her aside and uses his own thumb to unlock the gate. She props herself against the stone exterior and watches him with a hazy grin. The lock clicks and Xavier pulls the heavy door open. He holds the door and she stumbles inside, but not before giving him a dopey grin as she passes under his arm.

"My hero," she drawls, then snickers at her own joke.

Xavier's lip quirks in a half smile and he follows her inside, keeping his eyes on her, his thoughts on the mission, and his heart in her hands.

As they step out of the elevator in front of her apartment, Mikki's legs wobble and she lurches towards the floor. Xavier catches her just before her knees hit the tiles. She chuckles, her head rolling from side to side.

"I'm fine," she slurs. "I can take it from here."

"Like hell you can," he says. He slides his arm around her waist and walks her to the door. Her eyes widen and her mouth forms an adorable little "o" at his uncharacteristic language. He'd been trained since birth to maintain the manners and etiquette of a future King, but something about this timeline - and the loss of everything he ever knew - has worn him down a little. Made him a little less uptight.

Mikki grunts, but doesn't fight him. She simply hangs on and puts one foot in front of the other as they make their way to her front door. This time when she puts her thumb on the worn pad of the scanner, the lock recognizes her print immediately and disengages. Xavier breathes a sigh of relief. Soon, he can be in his own apartment and take care of the physical evidence of his emotional turmoil that Mikki has, thankfully, yet to notice.

As the door swings open, Mikki stumbles in, dragging Xavier with her. Despite her pulling him, he guides her to her bed and lets her pour herself into the mattress before he goes to her kitchen for a glass of water and some painkillers that she is most definitely going to need when her hangover sets in. He thinks she's already dozed off by the soft sounds of her breaths, but when he turns to set the glass and painkillers on the bedside table, her hand reaches out with a speed that shouldn't be possible for her level of inebriation. She grabs his wrist, pulling him down towards her.

"Don't go," she whispers.

Xavier kneels, her hand sliding from his wrist to his upper arm. She squeezes his bicep as her eyes plead with him. "Please, stay."

"Mikki..."

"Stay with me."

"You don't know what you're asking," he says, shaking his head. He knows if he doesn't leave now, his self-control will slip and the line they've been walking for weeks will finally be crossed.

"I do."

Xavier sighs and moves to get up, but her grip is like iron. She's one of the strongest Hunters in UNICORNS for a reason and even as intoxicated as she is, her strength is matched only by his. He tries to wipe that realization from his mind, even though images of her wrapped around him, using those strong legs and arms to drive him to heights he hasn't reached in centuries, threaten to overwhelm him. He has to get out of here, but when he looks at her again, he sees the tears brimming in her eyes and her bottom lip trembling.

"Just one night. Please," she begs.

He can't look her in the eye. "You're too intoxicated, Mikki. You don't know what you're asking," he repeats, as much to himself as to her.

"I'm not." She sits up, tugging him with her. She pulls him closer until her lips are only an inch from his. He has to brace his hand beside her hip to keep from crashing into her. Her breath is sweet and her eyes shine with unshed tears.

"Please. Just one night. Don't leave me here alone." Her brown eyes search his but its the downward glance to his lips that have an arrow piercing his resolve.

Leaving a drunk person alone is a bad idea. He can sit with her just until she falls asleep and when he's sure she'll be fine, he can slip out and go to his own bed where he belongs. With a long-suffering sigh, Xavier pulls her hands from his arm and slides into the bed around her. Her eyes light up and she scoots up on the bed, wraps her arms around his waist, and leans her head on his shoulder.

"Thank you."

Xavier's heart thunders in his chest. She can probably feel the rapid beating. If she can, she doesn't let on, instead nuzzling against him, her breathing slowing down as her body begins to succumb to the alcohol coursing through her system. He slams his head back into the headboard a couple times, hoping the sharpness of the pain will shock some sense into him but it does nothing to dull the ache of his desire for her.

In all the timelines that they've met, there are only a few where he was able to hold her the way he wanted. To have her body, mind, and soul. He's not the only one who loves her time and time again. Not many people can have two princes and a demi-god as their lover, yet somehow Mikki is as blessed as she is cursed. She'll never want for love. But those who follow her through the ripple of time will always be destined to taste disappointment more than they do the sweetness of her lips.

The Foreseer is a particularly persistent force in her life, but Xavier doesn't begrudge him as much as his patience and self-flagellation when it comes to pursuing Mikki nearly rivals Xavier's. He's also the only one in any lifetime who has been able to prolong the integrity of the heart Astra has burdened her with.

But the sea god...Xavier's expression darkens as he thinks about the "artist". From Xavier's perspective, the Lemurian is nothing more than a petulant, self-indulgent child who has yet to decide whether he wants to fuck Mikki or continue to punish her for the mistakes of her past. And that makes him a danger.

Xavier isn't sure of the full range of Rafayel's Evol, but he knows that he's at least been weakened by the loss of his heart scale so he has a pretty high confidence that he could stop him if he tried to hurt Mikki. But his cryptic plans in the N109 zone are a risk to not only Mikki, but Xavier's mission at hand. The one thing he is sure of, is that if Rafayel tries anything that puts Mikki's life in jeopardy, he will find himself at the sharp end of Xavier's Lightblade with terrifying and vicious celerity. Xavier's eyes narrow on a point in Mikki's living room as he imagines cutting the cocky Lemurian down.

"I won't let anything happen to you," Xavier whispers as he forces the dark thoughts from his mind, running his fingers through Mikki's hair.

She doesn't stir and her breathing is deep and steady.

Time passes and the light of the moon's path shifts the shadows in the apartment. Xavier briefly falls asleep himself, but a few hours before the sun rises, he wakes wrapped in Mikki's body. His arms are around her waist, her leg over his, and her face pressed into the crook of his neck. The dress she fell asleep in has been pushed up to her ass and Xavier groans inwardly at that realization.

He gently tugs on his arm, trying to wrest his body from hers. Her breath hitches and catches as her fingers curl into the flesh of his stomach where she's found his skin in their sleep.

"Xavier...no. Why won't you let me have you?"

Xavier halts in his movements, his own heart stopping in his chest. As much as he wants to save himself from the desire he's drowning in, he can't bring himself to tear his body away from her pleading touch and ardent request. The alcohol has burned through her system, but is she in her right mind? She's not in any state to make this decision, but his traitorous body responds to her words, the heat of her touch, and the sweet smell of her skin.

"You don't know what you're saying," Xavier chokes out, the words becoming a mantra in his mind.

"I do," she whispers against his skin, her tongue flicking out to taste his flesh. Xavier swallows a groan, the sound dying in his throat, his body tightening in anticipation. His hand slides up her back and tangles in her hair, pulling on it gently in a pathetic attempt to disengage himself from her. All it manages to do is elicit a wanton groan from Mikki's own throat.

"I'm not drunk anymore, Xavier, and I want this. I want you."

This time, she lets herself be pulled away from him but when her eyes meet his, Xavier's resolve crumbles like stars falling from the sky.

"Why do you push me away?" Mikki asks, her gaze searching his.

"Because I know what will happen if I don't."

Her mouth twists. "And what's wrong with that?"

He has no words. His lips part as he tries to come up with the excuse he knows he should give her, but he can't form the words. He can't bring himself to do what's best for her. Instead, he does what's best for him.

For one night, he can pretend.

He can pretend they are the same lovers from a previous time, before she fell into the dark, before he was left alone, wandering the galaxies searching for her. He can imagine a timeline where they never met the Foreseer, or the artist, or anyone else. One where she was whole and no one was trying to sacrifice her for "the greater good". One where he could just love her and her, him.

For one night, Xavier thought, the Universe can bend to his will and grant him one wish.

That he can have her.

"Please," she murmurs.

The word is his undoing.

With his fist tightening in her hair and his fingers on her jaw, he pulls her close and presses his lips to hers.

"As you wish," he whispers through the kiss, giving in to his desire.

Mikki sighs against him, her hand sliding under the fabric of his shirt. His skin feels like it's on fire, burning with her every touch, his nerves singing with every brush of her fingertips. He kisses her, long and deep, their tongues sliding against each other. His other hand moves down her back, caressing her hips, her ass, the soft skin of her thigh wrapped around his own. Even fully clothed, the desire for her is a great wave, threatening to crash on top of them and drag them to depths they can never return from. He shifts his body, rubbing his aching cock against her thigh and her breath falters again when she feels the physical proof of his hunger.

He can't remember a time he's felt such longing, such yearning, such passion. He's known the physical touch of a woman before he knew what Mikki meant to him, but none have ever made him feel the way Mikki does. It's not just her body, her voice, or the way she tastes. There is something about her soul that calls to him, something inside him that responds to her, even when their bodies haven't touched.

He needs to touch her, to feel her skin on his, and when her nails scratch across his stomach, leaving red trails behind, the urgency in him grows. He wanted his Queen this way. He wanted to take her in the darkness of the palace or in the dappled starlight of the Starfell Forest, but it was never the right time. She never even knew what she was to him. She thought his love was for another and he will never be able to tell her just how wrong she was.

That life, that Philos...that Queen...they're nothing but stardust now.

But this Mikki...she's real and tangible and oh so compliant. He knows it's wrong, but for one night he wants to thrust everything into her that he was never able to give to the original woman who stole his heart, mind, and soul.

His hands slip under her dress, the soft curve of her hips and the dip of her waist as leg meets the valley of her core makes his fingers tingle. He kneads the flesh and Mikki rocks her hips against his thigh, her head dropping to his shoulder as she seeks the friction of him inside her. Her breath scorches the exposed skin of his collarbone, her tongue tracing the outline of his throat. The blood rushes in his veins, his pulse beating in his ears. He needs to feel her skin against his, but her damned dress, beautiful as it is on her, is in the way.

"God, Xavier," she moans as his fingers trace over her ass and under the lace of her panties.

The sound of her voice, breathy and pleading, is the final straw.

With one arm, he pulls her over him as he turns them over, pushing her back into the mattress. His eyes bore down into hers as he braces his hands on either side of her head, begging her to say the word and stop him before he loses himself in her but the words never come. Instead, she rocks her body up towards his again, begging without saying anything for him to take everything he wants from her. Begging him to ruin her.

Rational thought is out the window, never to be seen by this moonlight again. Xavier pushes off her and for a moment, there's a look of hurt and loss on Mikki's face. But when he pulls her up with him and rips her dress over her head, the look is replaced by shock and a surprised squeak passes her full lips. In a single motion of his fingers, featherlight and fast as light, her bra is released and thrown across the room. With a firm push against her chest, Mikki is shoved back down into the mattress, her hair fanning out in a halo across her pillows. Xavier leans down, his hand still on the base of her throat as he whispers in her ear.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

Her reply is a gasp and a nod.

"Say it."

"Yes," she pants. "Fuck me, Xavier."

Her words are like a switch turning off all the thoughts in his head. He can no longer think. He can only feel. Feel her, her warmth, her softness, her hunger.

With his hand still around her throat, he kisses her, their mouths crashing together as the heat of the moment takes over. Mikki's hands move to his chest, pushing his shirt up until it catches under his arms and the fabric is trapped by his shoulders. They separate long enough to pull it off his body and the moment it hits the floor, Mikki's hands are all over him.

They are both hungry.

Hungry for touch, for taste, for the sweet release of the pleasure their bodies can create for each other.

Xavier's lips travel down the side of her throat, her head thrown back to give him access, and the moan that rumbles in her chest when his tongue runs over her nipple is enough to send him over the edge. He pulls her breast into his mouth, sucking and biting until her fingers dig into his back and she cries out. Her body writhing beneath his is intoxicating, addictive, and he wonders if it will always be like this. He wants to taste her, to know the flavor of her desire. He moves further down, his mouth tracing the soft flesh of her abdomen, and then down, down, until his tongue slips into the valley between her legs and his world goes hazy. With another quick movement, her underwear is ripped from her body and thrown to the shadows around them.

Her taste is sweet and spicy, her moans the song that's haunted him for centuries. He could live here forever, between her legs, his tongue sliding along the slick folds of her core. One finger slips into her and she shudders beneath him.

"Oh God, Xavier."

He smiles and slides another finger inside her. Her muscles contract and pulse around him, the grip tight and needy.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes," she cries, the word a barely comprehensible hiss as she loses herself to the sensation of him touching her.

"Is this what you need?"

"Yesssss."

He moves his fingers inside her, curling them to find the sensitive nub that will bring her the most pleasure. Mikki's hand tightens in his hair and her back arches, her hips grinding into his hand and face as she chases her climax.

"Come for me, Mikki," he commands, his lips a whisper across her.

She shatters at his words, her orgasm exploding inside her as her muscles clench around his fingers, her body wracked with tremors and spasms as he pushes her through the wave of pleasure.

"God, you're so beautiful," Xavier breathes.

It's the truth. She is exquisite in the moonlight. Her skin is smooth and soft, her breasts full and peaked, her waist and hips a gentle slope that leads to the paradise between her thighs. The look of ecstasy on her face as her body calms itself, her eyes hooded, her lips parted, and her hair spread around her like a veil is breathtaking.

Xavier kisses his way back up her body, his lips finding hers again, their tongues sliding against each other as they seek the taste and sensation. Her hands find the band of his pants and tug. He groans when she releases the button, and then the zipper, and when she reaches her hand inside his boxers, her fingers curling around his cock, he can no longer breathe.

"Oh fuck, Mikki."

She chuckles, a soft, sensual sound that makes his toes curl and his stomach tense.

"Is this what you want," she asks, teasing him with his own words.

He can only nod.

With an equal amount of skill and strength, Mikki rolls them so that she's on top. Her hair, curling now in its natural pattern, cascades around them as if forming a sacred temple of pleasure. A hidden space just for the two of them. She kisses him, her tongue tracing the outline of his lips, her teeth nibbling his lower lip as she continues to pump her hand over his smooth, velvety shaft. She shifts her body and Xavier's eyes roll into the back of his head in anticipation.

Xavier growls when her hot, wet mouth barely touches the head of his cock. He wraps his hands in her hair, pulling it away from her face so he can watch himself disappear behind her puffy lips. Her tongue works wonders over his head and shaft. She moans and the sound vibrates through him. His fingers tighten in her hair and he has to resist the urge to shove his cock into the back of her throat and fuck her until he explodes.

He's never felt this out of control. He's never been so lost in the moment. His senses are heightened, his nerves are firing like a storm, and the blood is rushing in his veins. He's ready to burst, his balls aching with the need to spill his seed inside her. But he doesn't want this moment to end.

She releases his cock and slides her body over him. Xavier's eyes are riveted to the sight of her breasts swaying gently with her movement, and the way the moonlight shines across her fair skin is magical. He takes the moment to hastily rip the rest of his clothes from his body, drawing another gasp from her when he suckles her nipple in his mouth as he moves under her.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her eyes closed and back arched. "I want you to come in me, not my mouth."

"Fuck, Mikki," he groans. His hands roaming over her as she straddles him. "You don't know what you do to me."

She drops herself down against him, her lips finding his and their kiss taking on a personality of its own. Xavier can't touch her enough, can't feel her enough. He wants inside her, their bodies connected in the most primal of ways.

His fingers dig into her hips, his grip bruising, as she lifts her body and rubs her wet folds along his shaft. Her breath is hot on his neck, her teeth grazing his collarbone, and his patience is gone. He growls, flipping her over again and pulling her leg up over his shoulder, his hand tight around her thigh.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

"Yes."

And with one, fluid motion, he slides inside her, pushing into her until he's seated at the hilt, their hips grinding together.

"Holy shit," he whispers, his forehead falling onto her shoulder.

The sensation of her, wet and hot, her body wrapping around his, her muscles squeezing and pulling, is too much. His hips move slowly, pulling out and pushing back in with a deliberate pace. He wants to savor this, to remember every single moment and sensation, but when Mikki's fingernails dig into his ass and she bites his shoulder, he's lost.

He pulls her other leg over his hip and thrusts into her. Hard. The sound of his flesh slapping against hers fills the room, their moans, gasps, and grunts punctuating the beat. Their rhythm is wild and untamed, a dance they've known for lifetimes, but never practiced. Her hips rise to meet his, the pressure inside him building as their bodies rock together.

Mikki's hand moves between them and Xavier looks down to watch her pleasure herself. The sight is intoxicating and Xavier's control snaps.

"Not yet," he commands, the words a growl.

"Oh, god. Fuck."

Xavier takes both her hands in his and pins them over her head as he angles his pelvis against her, stimulating her clit with his body and taking control of her pleasure. His eyes are riveted to hers, but his mind is on where their bodies meet. He can only imagine what his cock looks like sliding into her eager pussy and he groans, the thought almost too much for him.

Mikki's body is tightening and Xavier can feel his own orgasm building.

"Oh shit, Xavier. I can't...I can't hold it back."

"Are you ready, my Queen?"

Mikki nods and Xavier thrusts into her, deep and hard, his pace never slowing as his own climax threatens to erupt.

"Come with me, Mikki."

Mikki's orgasm explodes and her entire body shudders, her back arching, her breasts pressed against his chest. Her inner muscles contract around him and his own climax hits him. He comes hard and fast, the sensation of her pulsing around him pushing him over the edge. He drops his head to her chest, his face crumpled in agonizing pleasure as he continues to drive into her, the air around them filled with her muffled cries and his deep, rumbling moans. His orgasm rumbles through him violently and he has to wrap his arms under Mikki, pressing them even tighter together to keep himself from losing control of the Evol inside him.

Finally, the tremors cease and all that's left is their panting breaths and the smell of sex.

Mikki's legs fall open, her eyes closed, her body limp, and Xavier collapses next to her, his arm thrown over her abdomen, his nose buried in her hair. He can feel her heart beating wildly beneath his hand, and his own pulse thumps in his ears. Fuck, what if he pushed her too hard? Her heart isn't the best on a good day. What if this pushed her over the edge and he loses her again?

Xavier sits up abruptly, shoving her hair away from her face and staring down into the fucked-out grin on her lips.

"Are you okay? Is your heart okay? The protocore..."

She shakes her head and her smile broadens as her fingers trail up over his side light enough to cause goosebumps to erupt over his stomach and back.

"It's fine," she whispers, her voice raw and raspy. "Just...give me a minute."

Xavier watches her face, looking for any sign that her heart is failing. Any sign of discomfort. When she finally opens her eyes, they're a deep, vibrant gold, the color brighter and richer than anything he's ever seen. He leans down and kisses her softly, his hand cupping her face.

"That was..."

"Amazing."

Xavier smiles and kisses her again.

"It was. And it shouldn't have happened. Things will get complicated now."

"I'm not sorry," she whispers.

He nods and his smile grows. "Neither am I."

She sighs, her hands pushing his hair out of his eyes. "But we should probably talk about this."

"Probably."

She looks up at him and for the first time, he can see her anxiety. She's afraid, but not of what happened between them. She's afraid of what comes next. Her Hunter's watch beeps from the nightstand and Xavier sees a familiar name on the notification. The bastard must have an alarm tied to her monitors.

"Zayne..."

Xavier can't help the darkness that fills his body at the mention of the Foreseer but he looks down, hoping it was quick enough that she didn't see it. He rolls away from her and looks up at the ceiling. "I know."

"I don't know what's between us, but it's not 'just friends' anymore. At least not for me."

"I know," Xavier repeats. "I won't get in the middle of that, and I won't try to stop you from pursuing whatever you want. Whoever you want. I just hope that you find whatever it is that makes you happy."

"You make me happy, Xavier," she whispers before curling up into his side. She traces patterns on his chest and Xavier can't help but wrap his arm around her and do the same on her naked back. "What if I want you both? Want..."

She doesn't finish her statement, but Xavier knows she's thinking of the Lemurian, too. He sighs and closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose so that the pain will help him focus. When he has control of his emotions, he rolls to face her. He slips his fingers around her jaw and tilts her face up to his, tracing circles over her cheek with his thumb in a soothing motion. It works and he feels her relax.

"Love whoever you want. However you want. I just hope that somehow, it includes me."

The smile that comes over her is so full of relief that it nearly breaks Xavier's heart. He can't be her only, but as long as he can be her something, he'll find some solace in that.

"It will always include you. We'll always be connected, Xavier. I can't deny that, and I'm not sure I want to. It's been you since the first time I saw you sleeping in the middle of a battle."

He doesn't say anything more, because he knows if he does, he'll say things that will bring up questions in her mind that he can't answer and he can't have that. He just needs her in his arms, where she belongs.

So, he doesn't say anything, and neither does she. They just lay together in the silence, listening to the sounds of the coming morning. Whatever the daylight might bring, as long as she's by his side, he'll be able to face it as he has in all the centuries before.

[drades-lair]

You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Straz

Notes: Part 2 to A bandit in the night

The ride to the next town was oddly uncomfortable, Striker wasn’t used to having a companion although the shark did remain quiet during the ride it was simply uncomfortable to have someone with him. Upon getting into the dingy little town Striker beelined it for the only motel, a rundown ratty little place, but it was a motel none the less. Halting Bombproof outside the motel Striker dismounted the steed along with Chaz, the shark flailing ungracefully as he slid off the hell steed’s back only to plop on his ass on the ground with a huff. Striker rolled his eyes with a disgusted grunt then headed into the motel, entering the front doors Striker was met by a small lobby with a decrepit wooden desk sitting at the far end featuring a register that appeared to have not run for years and a short crimson colored imp with bags under their eyes wearing a stained shirt sitting behind it. Striker walked up to the imp behind the desk, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a wad of cash that he promptly started counting bills from.

“I need a room,” Striker simply stated.

“Humph,” The imp huffed, reaching under the desk. Striker watched the imp’s hand very carefully till it came back up with a key containing a large red plastic tag that had a faded number written in black on it.

“Thanks,” Striker tossed a few hundred-dollar bills on the counter before scooping up the key just as his phone went off in his pocket. Stepping off to the side Striker placed the wad of cash back in his back pocket in exchange for pulling his cell phone out just as Chaz came into the office.

“You need a room?” The crimson imp inquired of Chaz.

“I…don’t have any money, any chance you have a broom closet or back office I could sleep in for the night?” Chaz inquired looking a little sheepish.

“Guess you could sleep in the storage room,” The crimson imp irritably stated gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder towards a skinny, small door. Striker cocked a brow towards the conversation, keeping his phone in hand to make it appear as though he wasn’t paying attention.

“Guess that’ll do,” Chaz sadly confirmed.

“I’ll pay for a room for him,” Striker wanted to smack himself, why in the absolute fuck did he just offer that? He didn’t know this shark, a shark who trespassed in his campsite to steal his shit, nonetheless. It was too late now, Striker put his phone away then pulled his cash back out.

“What?” Chaz exclaimed in shocked surprise.

“Here,” Striker stated tossing a couple more bills on the desk prompting the imp behind the desk to pull another key out without argument. Chaz hesitated for a few moments looking from the key to Striker then back before gingerly picking it up.

“Um…thanks…” Chaz quietly stated appreciatively.

“Don’t mention it,” Striker dismissively retorted, heading out the front lobby doors.

Chaz quickly closed then locked the door of his motel room the minute he was inside it, checking every inch nervously before taking a breath. The sound of Bombproof nickering drew Chaz to the dirty cracked window, Striker was busily fussing with his equipment while Bombproof munched on a leg from some kind of beast. Chaz still wondered why the imp had helped him especially after he’d blatantly broke into his campsite and attempted to steal Striker’s stuff. Pondering for a few minutes Chaz eventually moved back into his room to conjure up a plan for getting back on his feet. Meanwhile Striker got himself and Bombproof prepared for the job he originally came to this town for, his client waiting in a saloon on the opposite side of town.

…

Chaz tiredly shuffled into his room with a massive tote bag, heaving it onto the small round wooden table nearly causing it to collapse before closing his door. Something not many people knew about Chaz was that on average he worked hard and today was proof of that, he’d spent all day running around town trading services for various items such as weapons, clothing and food. Satisfied with his haul for the day the shark changed into a knew long sleeved shirt that looked like his old one then proceeded to go through his haul of weapons.

“Get Yer fuckin’ hands off me!” A familiar voice shouted from somewhere outside Chaz’s door.

“You really thought you could get away with threatening our boss?” An unfamiliar voice followed peaking Chaz’s curiosity.

Securing a clip into a handgun Chaz crept to his door, opening it a crack to peer out onto the dilapidated balcony that served as a walkway for the second floor of rooms. A couple rooms down Chaz could barely make out in the dim light of evening Striker scuffling with three other figures who looked like other imps, Striker’s hands secured behind his back by rope as two imps held onto him and the third was trying to get a noose around the pale imp’s neck. Striker managed to shove the two imps holding him off using his shoulders only to have one of them pull a knife, slicing him across the inner thigh causing the pale imp to cry out into a snarling growl as the noose was finally slipped over his head. Chaz considered ignoring what was going on for a moment considering his situation, but Striker had helped him out a few times now…stealing his resolve Chaz hurried to grab a knife from his tote then burst from his room promptly surprising the trio wrestling with Striker. Chaz fired one shot successfully dropping the far imp, second shot injuring the closest imp by hitting his thigh.

“Who the fuck is this!?” The imp who’d slipped the noose over Striker’s head exclaimed, grabbing Striker by the front of his jacket and heaving him over the balcony as he turned to fire towards Chaz. Dodging into his room for cover Chaz waited a moment then popped back out to fire off another two shots successfully taking out the injured imp and hitting the third. The final imp took off for the staircase giving Chaz the opening to run to where the noose was tied to the banister, looking over the banister to find Striker with his legs wrapped around one of the slats of the banister struggling to hold himself up. Thinking quick on his feet Chaz cut the noose from the banister prompting Striker to push off, flipping in the air to land on one knee, snapping his binds and drawing a pistol just in time to finish off the final imp who barely reached the bottom of the staircase.

“Humph, jackass,” Striker grunted, blowing the smoke from his gun barrel before holstering it.

Moments later Chaz joined Striker who turned to regard the shark, face contorting as he fell back to one knee grasping his bleeding thigh. Chaz hurried over to Striker gently grabbing the imp’s shoulders from behind only to be shrugged off.

“Get off! I’m fine…ah!” Striker insisted as he attempted to stand up, falling instantly back to one knee with a pained yelp.

“You’re hurt, I can help you,” Chaz implored.

“I…I don’t need Yer help,” Striker ground out as blood began to drip to the ground below him. Chaz recoiled for a moment to consider his options then steeled himself and grabbed Striker into a bridal carry.

“H-Hey!? What the fuck do Ya think Yer doin’!?” Striker exclaimed in shock surprise, as Chaz headed up the staircase.

“You didn’t want to cooperate so…I took matters into my own hands,” Chaz hesitantly stated, plopping Striker on the bed in the shark’s room. Honestly at this moment Chaz expected to be shot however instead he was met by a confused expression on Striker’s face.

“Why did Ya help me at all?” Striker inquired, arching a curious brow.

“Oh…well…you helped me out a lot in the last couple days…so…” Chaz trailed off rubbing the back of his neck.

“So, Ya risked Yer neck ta save mine,” Striker clarified.

“I…guess…so…” Chaz retorted.

“Humph, Ya got a first aid kit?” Striker inquired after a moment of silence strung out between them.

“Uh…a small one,” Chaz responded, moving to his tote still sitting on the small round table.

“Alright, get Yer’s then go get mine out of my room,” Striker instructed, wincing as he pulled his key out of his back pocket to toss to Chaz.

Chaz caught the key then followed Striker’s instructions only to freeze momentarily in the doorway upon returning with Striker’s first aid kit. Striker had removed his pants along with his jacket and vest to start treating the slash to his inner thigh, pressing gaze to it while tightening his bandana around his upper thigh as a tourniquet using his teeth. Swallowing around the lump in his throat Chaz moved to bring Striker his first aid kit then retrieved some water from the bathroom using a canteen from his tote. Striker was already stitching his cut shut by the time Chaz came out of the bathroom with the water, finishing in record time with his skilled fingers. Chaz handed over the canteen of water followed by a bottle of alcohol that Striker used to clean his wound with a long-drawn-out groan of agony when the alcohol contacted it. The pale imp allowed Chaz to bandage his injury then leaned back against the bed’s headboard as exhaustion swiftly started to set in with the absence of adrenaline.

“Mind if I stay here?” Striker wondered, head growing foggy.

“Huh? Oh, no problem,” Chaz permitted with a small smile.

Moments later Striker was sawing logs hard thus Chaz took the opportunity to move the pale imp’s items to the single room and covered him up with a light sheet before crafting a makeshift nest on the floor to curl up in.  

[hydra-husbands]

Hydra Husbands Summer Event 2023 -Submission|| Story-

I have received on @rip1009 an anonymous submission and here it is ♥

Thank you so much to the anonymous person who reached out and submitted it!

Enjoy reading it as much as I did!

The night they met, Jack surrendered himself on a colourful array of charges. None of them would stick, in the end, and Jack already knew they wouldn’t. He may or may not have been guilty as sin, but his lawyers were too well paid, his men too good at tying up loose ends for him to go down like that. The night was also too damn fucking hot and humid, like most every summer night in the sorry southern shithole Brock got himself stuck in was.

It was the kind of night that made him long for the crisp Jersey winters he never appreciated enough as a kid. Though for the moment, he’d gladly have settled even for his crappy apartment with the too loud ac unit, a nice cold bath and colder beer. Really, anything other than six more hours of being stuck behind brick walls smelling of wet earth, of rot, of a hundred years of misery.

So Brock was in a mood that could’ve been better, and so he said it without even really looking up from the crossword puzzle section of the newspaper. Said “you better take your fucking clothes off quick, you piece of shit,” at the sound of bars rattling shut, the electric lock clicking into place. The colleague who escorted their new arrival to intake coughed at the words. Not very inconspicuously, but it did prompt Brock to look up.

When he did, Brock wished he could just punch himself in the teeth. Everyone ‘round these parts knew of Jack Rollins, wealthy heir to the local liquor business and allegedly so very deeply entangled in all kinds of criminal enterprises, just like his daddy and his daddy’s daddy before him had allegedly been. What the rumor mill had left out, though, was how breathtakingly handsome Rollins was. Tall, all striking facial features and piercing green eyes, and well built on top of it.

And, Christ, if there ever was a train of thought Brock needed to shut down hard, it was this. He wasn’t the type to delude himself into thinking he was one of the good guys. He thrilled at the thought of getting his knuckles bloody in a good, old-fashioned bar fight. He wasn’t above accepting a bribe when a guy wanted to smuggle in a hooker instead of his wife. He could be hella vindictive and wait and wait forever like a coiled up snake for a chance at revenge.

But he’d never looked at an inmate like that, and Rollins probably could arrange to have Brock killed with a snap of a finger, and so he really shouldn’t start with that shit now. Rollins didn’t seem bothered, not by Brock’s words, not by the situation at large, though. If anything, he looked momentarily bemused before his features smoothed into something deliberately neutral and harder to read. He complied without fussing, did just as he was told.

Took of every piece of jewellery and all his expensive clothes, quickly and efficiently. Asked, with the tiniest hint of a smirk on his lips, then, “Was that quick enough for your liking, Officer? Do you want me to squat and cough now?” And for all that it was Rollins who had to endure the humiliation that was intake, Brock had maybe never felt quite so exposed.

He hoped the barked “yeah, damn right that’s what I want, smart ass,” was enough to cover for the way his voice almost caught in his throat. Rollins complied with that, too. His smile, once he was showered and dressed in cheap white and ugly orange, as he held out his wrists to be cuffed, was genuine and charming and bright. “Y’know, officer,” he said,

he said, “it’s been a while since someone spoke with me the way you just did. Brash. Uncowed. Not even the lawyers who so desperately try to paint me as this sinister monster of a mob boss dared to. I’m charmed. I really am.”And Brock desperately tried to lie to himself, to pretend like he wasn’t hella charmed right back.

Before summer’s end, Jack’d be not only set free, but vindicated in the eyes of the law. Public apology and all. The law and justice may overlap at times but are far from the same after all. Brock, under threat of being denied his dose of mourning coffee, on the other hand, will concede that summer may not be the worst after all. Not when he gets to wake up to the songs of the cicadas in the marshes, wrapped up in Jack’s arms under the softest of sheets.

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Hart and Hunter - Chapter 4- Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Dane Hunter

Latte in hand, Julian wanders off to browse, leaving me to deal with Ms. Wong.

I guess he figures the 'cop talk' is my shtick but sometimes I wish he'd stick around for it.

Women relate to him better.

He says most of them would rather talk to 'tall, dark and handsome' than 'pale and wispy' any day but experience says otherwise.

My height doesn't help and my neutral expression gets read as a scowl.

I try not to loom and do my best to appear 'non-threatening' as Stephanie frowns up at me.

"I'm afraid we didn't find much," I begin.

"This thief's no amateur. He knows how to leave a clean scene. Best get the police in here and let them do their thing."

Her expression pinches with disappointment and displeasure.

"So, you're telling me this has been a complete waste of time and now your prints are over everything, so the real cops won't find anything, either? Great. Jeffrey was right, we should have saved our money and invested in better security, instead of hiring the Hardy Boys."

"Who's Jeffrey?" I ask, ignoring the minor outburst.

No one's at their best after being victimized.

She winces and sighs, rubbing her brow.

"I'm sorry. I know you've done your best. Jeffrey owns the bike shop at the end of the block."

I nod and make a note of this.

Most of the shop owners had joined forces to hire us but there'd been a few holdouts.

If memory served, Jeffrey was the most vocal of these.

"If it's any consolation, the police won't dust for prints, anyway," I say, pocketing my notebook.

"They'll assume the thief wore gloves. They'll probably just take your statement and write up a report."

"How do you know that?" she asks, a hint of suspicion edging her tone, as if it's just occurred to her that I know an awful lot about burglaries.

I check my cell-phone, signaling that I'm done with her.

"Because I carried a badge once and cops don't waste resources or time. Just tell them what you told us and don't mention we were here first. If they ask..."

A soft thud interrupts me and I turn.

Julian is nowhere in sight.

"Jules?" I call, moving towards the spot I'd seen him last.

I round the corner of the aisle and see him sprawled on the floor.

"Shit. Julian?"

In two strides, I fall at his side and turn him over to look at his face.

His eyes are closed, features relaxed and his skin is paler than usual, stark white with a blue undertone.

He isn't breathing.

"Julian," I shout and shake him and then... just as fear is about to scatter my senses... my training kicks in.

The problem is, I don't know how much of my training applies.

I know what to do if someone faints, I'm less sure what to do if that someone is Fae.

Then again, Julian lived 29 years thinking he was human, his physiology can't be that different.

Quickly, I straighten his arms and legs and check that none of his clothing is too tight.

All the while, my mind races at full tilt.

I've seen him react badly to readings, but he's never passed out before.

Stephanie Wong hovers at my back.

"What happened?" she asks, panic edging her voice.

"Is he okay? Should I call 911?"

If Julian were human, it would be the right thing to do but he's not and some instinct tells me an ambulance isn't what he needs.

"Not yet," I tell her.

"Give him a minute."

"A minute for what?" she asks shrilly.

"Is he even breathing? I really think I should..."

Just wait," I say, and put a hint of Alpha in my tone.

She listens and hangs back while I work over Julian, rubbing his chest and arms and calling his name, all while praying I'm not making a terrible mistake.

Ten torturous seconds later, he stirs and draws a shallow breath and I nearly sob with relief as he comes around.

His eyelids flicker and open and he blinks up at me.

"Dane? What...?"

Wincing, he presses his hands to his eyes.

"Oh, fuck. My head."

"Take it easy, sweetheart," I say, gently prying one hand away from his face so I can take his pulse.

"What happened?"

"I dunno," he mumbles, keeping his eyes shut.

"I was just looking around. Then..."

Abruptly more alert, he struggles to rise and I help him to sit up.

"Slow and easy, Julian Take your time."

Still wincing with pain, he points at the wall.

"There's a mark... a rune of some kind. I touched it and... Shit."

He hunches over and rubs his temples.

"Feels like someone Tased me between the fucking eyes."

"Is it electrified?" Stephanie asks, studying the wall.

"I don't see any wires."

"I think he's confused," I say.

"Can you get him some water?"

She nods and scurries away.

Once she's out of earshot, I lean closer to Julian.

"Impressions?"

He shakes his head, keeping his eyes closed.

"No. Just a bright light and a bolt of pain."

I squeeze the back of his neck.

"Sometimes you take a while to process things, right? Maybe it'll make sense later. For now, put these on."

I take my dark glasses from my back pocket and slip them on his face, knowing he'll be sensitive to light.

"I'll get some pictures of the mark, then we'll split. Sound good?" I ask and Julian nods.

Stephanie returns with a bottle of water and hands it to him.

I get to my feet and inspect the wall, taking a series of pictures with my phone.

"Is this new?" I ask, studying the strange symbol.

It looks like a tall H with a double middle bar, drawn at a slant and two smaller lines coming off the side, all enclosed in a circle the size of a large coin.

Stephanie joins me, leaning close to peer at the mark.

"It wasn't here yesterday. I'm pretty sure I'd have noticed it."

"How sure is 'pretty sure?' " I ask.

"If you're certain, that means the thief may have left it."

She frowns.

"It definitely wasn't here on Monday. That's when I put out this table and lamp."

I pull my notebook out and record this information.

Stephanie seems observant enough I'm willing to take her at her word.

"Do you recognize it?" I nod at the mark.

"It's not Chinese, if that's what you're getting at. Not that I could read it if it was. You think it's connected to the burglary?"

I lift a shoulder.

"Could be. Point it out to the police, anyway. We'll be in touch if we learn anything more."

Returning to Julian, I help him to his feet.

"Come on, baby. Let's get you out of here."

He groans and leans against me and I kiss the side of his head.

We keep it strictly professional around clients but at the moment, I don't care what Stephanie sees.

I needn't have worried.

In fact, as it dawns on her that Julian is much more than my work partner, her demeanor warms considerably.

She holds the door for us and recommends I take Julian straight to 'Urgent Care' just to be safe.

It's not a bad idea but as I get him settled in my car, he brushes off my ministrations.

"Dane, stop fussing," he grumbles.

"I'm fine."

With his head leaned back and his eyes shut, I study him.

His delicate appearance and unusual beauty make people assume he's weak just because he doesn't fit the usual mold of masculinity.

I know better but I fall into that trap, too, sometimes.

I look at him and see something precious... something I need to guard and protect... instead of someone as fierce as any Wolf, in his own way.

At the moment, however, I feel my concern is justified.

"You're strong, Julian," I say, reaching over to press my hand to his brow.

"But you're also my mate and I love you. Let me fuss."

[cursedfortune]

fallesto​:

I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU, THE REPRESENTATIVE OF GREED, WOULD WILLINGLY WAIT FOR SUCH A REWARD WHEN I, YOUR WIFE, COULD HELP YOU CURRENTLY WITH THIS DESIRE…?

Such words of sweetness and love, spoken to him in nothing other than complete and utter kindness. As his eyes would widen for a moment and settle on her. He was not used to such a thing, truly he has been alone, on his own - working for so many decades to become the greatest, to reach heights the likes of which none could ever reach and he was trying to process her words, confusion upon his features, a lack of understanding them as well, she could help him? He has never asked, for anything. Never reached his hand out to no one, never needed aid, never asked for it, he earns everything, on his own, without anyone daring to lean into him to be a support or worse, a crutch to think himself weak. He wished for his gate to be unlocked, this was true, his greed was never ending, he could lie and hide it, but it always wished for more, always needed more, always demanded more and more, from him, every single thing he did, was never enough which lead him to commit even more grander acts of splendour within his eyes, horror within all others. As he just stared at her, before his eye twitched in – annoyance, at someone offering him something.

“What the hell is this, I don’t get it. Why do I have to go through this? Who do you take me for? I am the Sin Archbishop “Greed” Regulus Corneas. The most satisfied existence in the world! The most indisputably asserted, an existence without any wavering aspects! It’s supposed to be like that, so why do I have to go through this?! Don’t mess around, this is no joke. Each and every one of them, have no idea what it is like to be me, I work, and I work, I fight and I fight, I claw and I claw, always forward, always seeking more, always trying to finish my book and it never ends, everyone calls me a monster, an evil, a villian, hilariously wrong, is why I hate getting involved with others! Obnoxious, annoying, irritating, infuriating, vexing, dirty, unsightly scum. I’ve always always been doing well, for years, decades, centuries, this way for all that time, I have been faithfully serving as a Sin Archbishop more than anyone.

When I was first chosen as a sin archbishop and received this witch factor, I killed them all, the father who despite his poor earnings was plagued with bad  drinking habits, the mother who prattled on endlessly complaining day and night, and the greedy brothers who used to ravenously eye the portion that rightfully belonged to me, were all killed by me, the villagers who looked at me like I’m an idiot too, the people of the town who pushed me and my house into that hopeless village too, the inept heads of the country who carelessly abandoned the village and the town to that state in the first place too, I tore them all apart into bits and pieces, and when everything was gone I finally noticed a way I could live! I don’t need anything. Everything is just annoying. I am already satisfied. It’s not like I didn’t have it, I just didn’t need it. Unlike the intrusive scum, I’ve never needed anything.

Despite that, giving me something, doesn’t that mean that from outside, from your point of view, that you looked at me and thought that I was a pitiful lacking existence. Everyone who wants to impose unneeded things on me should be killed, so only those who will leave the satisfied me alone should be allowed into this world. No matter who, just talking about their selfish nonsense, those shits. Who has the right to pity me. Who has the right to pity me and drive me to despair. As if I would let them. I don’t need anything and neither did I ask for anything. A father who despite his poor earnings was plagued with bad drinking habits and yet still occasionally buys gifts for me is scum better off dead. A mother who prattled on endlessly complaining day and night while saying obvious things like “apologies I’ve troubled you” is scum better off dead.

The greedy brothers who despite ravenously eyeing the portion that rightfully belonged to me used to divide my part of their bun when my food got spilled are scum better off dead. Stop you shits, being arbitrarily kind towards me. Being kind, it must mean that you think I’m low, that you’re looking down on me. Someone who looks the goddamn down on others, especially someone who looks down family, It’s natural that they would be hated. It’s natural that they’re dead. It’s not my fault. I’ve done nothing wrong. It’s your fault, you you pity pity pity me, treat me like I’m pathetic, and leave me all alone. Have a taste of what it’s like to be made to feel like the most worthless person in the world. Surrounding me should only be those who do not pity me. Those who do pity me should disappear from the world. I hear laughter. You’re looking at me, aren’t you. You looked at me and laughed, didn’t you. What’s so laughable about me. What did you see in me that made you laugh. All of them laughing and laughing.

A bunch of powerless scum who are only good at running their mouths. Why does my heart have to break so much because of them. Don’t stand in my way don’t obstruct me don’t pity me I’m not the I’m not the pitiable one, it’s you helpless and ignorant but still with “Greed”! You have to crawl throughout your entire life just to satisfy your incomplete selves, you’re the pitiable greed! I’m different I’m not like that I don’t want anything. The desireless me is better than your incomplete selves. Don’t pity me. The truth is that you’re jealous of me, envious of me, you admire me and because you can’t reach me you’re just running your mouth off. That’s right that must be right it’s obviously right. Wait, wait, just wait. Just stop. Don’t look at me don’t say my name don’t talk about me. Good or bad, just stop it, don’t pay attention to me, ignore me and leave me alone. Even though a complete existence has a heart that should not be able to be trampled on how come the likes of you are so insistent on interacting with me. I cannot comprehend it in the slightest. Both you and I are different people. Even thinking of getting a return by taking risks, no matter how you think about it, could never be reasonable would always be a mistake. You’re sick in the head. Calm down and think about it and you should be able to understand. All humans except me are just floating in a fever.

Asking of others, that very fact that it is understandable is meaningless, useless and irresponsible should be easy to understand. It is all a fantasy of yours which you call it love love is friendship and trust what foolish idiocy reproductive activities themselves are the utmost disgusting acts. I don’t understand what it means. For what are you doing this. Whether it’s for being a mother or a child, although it makes a family, even if it is decorated with such words, it will be different from myself, whether that thing dies out or not, what does that have to do with me. If they continue to live when I die, I’ll be over. If they are dead while I live would only mean my continuation. Love and affection only makes it so that people cannot be independent. A person is independent in the first place.

Out of concern for those who operate under such delusions, to be looked down by others is foolish and so I found companionship by gathering well looking women, and in order to not be betrayed I ask for only virgins, what more do you want of me. Don’t skip such a selfish act. Infringing on me to this extent, but you still ask whether you can infringe upon me even more? To think you’ve hit this point! To think your thoughts could be so twisted! Inflicting all this upon me, what more could you even ask of me. Just what do I have to do to not be pitied. The most pitiful person in the world, does not need anyone to offer them anything!”

She waited. And wait. And waited.

Not because it was the polite thing to do, regardless how much of an ass someone was making out of themselves. But because she cared enough to, knowing how important it was to be heard. And she certainly was hearing him, alright. Fingers stayed laced over her stomach where they rested, her gaze focused on the irritation on his face. As if he had the right to be. Even as her brows slightly creased, a frown formed lightly upon her lips, she remained patient.

“You’re right, a person is independent - which means they have the right to choose, do they not? I made the choice to offer my assistance, just as you have the choice whether to accept it or not.” Her voice, soft and light as it was, lacked the usual playful amusement and whimsy. Something flat, something neutral had replaced it. Much like her expression. Both an expression and tone that hadn’t been baited to the surface since they initially had to hash out their differences.

“Husband. Regulus. Please, correct me if I’m wrong, but it sounds as though you’re angry with me for not only offering to help you - but wanting to.” She blinked, doing the mental gymnastics that came with his rant. “And you think I do so because I pity you?” The sharp edge of a knife creeped into her voice as her tongue clicked, an audible ‘tsk’ of irritation that came in like that of a winter’s wind. “Do you think so little of me that I would marry someone I pity? Do you think so little of me that you would prefer to assume such awful things about me?”

Lifting herself off his lap she sat facing away from him for looking at him at the moment would not serve to keep her level-headed. “So it’s alright if your gate is repaired by someone else as a reward for your service-- but not by your wife who loves you and offers it freely. Is this the narrative you wish to proceed with?” Taking in a breath she straightened out her dress a little before standing, “Aha, sorry-- your wife who is also... hated by you? What was it you listed off about getting involved with others? Are you angry because unsightly scum wished to help you?”

The witch turned to stare down at him finally and for as calm as she was, there was a terribly grim aura now surrounding her. “You insult me, my intentions, you even insult yourself. I don’t know which of them is worse.” Lifting her hand she reached beneath her hair to unclasp the earring and hold it out to him. “Why do you hurt me? Where is your love? If you won’t treat me like your wife you can have this back.”

[omniscient-wanderer-of-worlds]

Cries | Banda Sunato

Pairing: Banda Sunato x Fem!Reader

Can be read as a smutty part 2 of this fic.

Author's note: I've decided, he needs smut. I'll probably make another part where they actually join the jack of hearts game that will not feature explicit mature content so that those who don't want to read this can skip this.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Mature content +18 (smut), oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected (only because you won't get pregnant in the borderlands, anyone not there needs to wrap it), dub-con, violence, grammar and spelling mistakes.

Summary: Banda Sunato takes interest in a girl he meets during a game and is enarmoured by her crying

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Banda looked around the apartment, picking up some objects, inspecting them and placing them back down. He knew this wasn’t really your apartment, and none of the things in here belonged to you either, but he wanted to pass the time. He was standing shirtless in the livingroom, his back toward the room that you disappeared in and he waited for you to get back with a new shirt.

“I hope this will fit your shoulders.” You broke the silence. You were trying to straighten out some wrinkles in the shirt while walking in the room. Banda didn’t turn around, but looked back and saw you with the promised light blue button up shirt.

“It looks too big.” He said, but walked over and took it anyway. Oh shit. You immediately turned around when you realised he was indeed without shirt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” You hastily said. Banda didn’t answer you. So prude, he thought.

“You can turn around again.” You heard him say and you let out a breath of relief before turning around to look at him.

“The shirt's not too big, just a little bit on the long side. You could always tuck it away?” You offered.

Banda looked down at his shirt and back up at you. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. “I don’t know what you mean. You should demonstrate.” He didn't show it, but you just knew he was smirking on the inside. You huffed in response.

“Of course you do, just tuck it in your pants. If you let it flow loosely like that, someone could grab it in a game. It could be dangerous.”

Banda walked over to you and quickly grabbed your arm when you put a step back at his sudden closeness and looked deeply into your eyes. Mesmerising, you thought.

“Then help me, please.” He said in a tone that was soft spoken, but didn’t sound like a question.

You squinted your eyes at him but huffed and shook his hand that was still holding on to your arm away so you could tuck his shirt in.

“Unbelievable”, You muttered under your breath, and you stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist to reach the back.

Banda’s eyes creased with his satisfied smile.

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You woke up in the dark and realised that your eyes were covered with a blindfold and you couldn’t move your arms as they were tied above your head.

Last thing you remembered was making dinner and going to sleep, Banda insisting on sleeping together.

“Banda?” You asked out loud, confused and scared. You didn’t get an answer, but felt two hands roaming you body and which led to the embarrassing realisation that you were completely naked.

You started to struggle against your restraints but knew it was no use. "It's you though, right, Banda?"

"Who would you rather have it be?" He asked and he dipped his head down to kiss your breasts. His lips found their way to your nipple and wrapped around it. He flicked it with his tongue and then started alternating between kissing and sucking softly on it.

You flinched at the contact. "Why are you doing this?" You asked, trying to control your trembling voice.

"Because I want us to be together. We're similar, you and I. It makes you perfect for me, just as how I will be perfect for you." He trailed down your stomach, breathing in while hovering over your pussy. "We're partners after all. I just have to claim you to show you how serious I am. Then I'll give you the world."

You could feel his warm breath between your legs and promptly closed them shut. Banda merely laughed at you actions and pushed your legs apart, using his arms to keep them open.

"Looks like I should have tied your legs as well." He spoke, more to himself than to you. "But you'll give in soon enough, I can see you're enjoying yourself after all," He said, and as if to prove his point, he dragged his thumb from your entrance to your sensiitive bud, gathering slick around the way.

You jolted at the feeling and yelped. "Banda! Stop this!"

Banda pushed his head between your thighs. Dragging his tongue up to your clit like he had done with his thumb, making you gaspe and wriggle to get away from the feeling.

"Please stop" you whimpered and you could feel yourself getting hot by his constant twirling of his tongue. "It's too filthy, don't go down there", your whining continued, but it only seemed to spur him on.

He pressed his tongue flat against your folds, gathering all taste of you before attaching his lips to your clit to give a harsh suck on it.

Your breath got stuck in your throat and you couldn't help but moan. Banda kept going, flicking his tongue against you in a never ending attack and you could feel pressure building up inside of you. You arched your back and pushed yourself against him. He grinned against you as he continued lapping up your juices before sucking on your clit with fervor, not giving you any breaks.

"It's too much," you shook your head, "Banda, please," you started to beg, tears wetting the blindfold covering your eyes and you started to pull back at the overwhelming feeling that was approaching.

Banda pulled away suddenly, stopping you while you were sexonds away from climaxing. "Sunato." He said as he let you catch your breath.

With that he dived back in and continued devouring you. You had only just recovered, your orgasm ebbing away but you already felt yourself on the edge of cumming again. You called his name, your legs were shaking against him and you started to pull away again, the feeling becoming too much. Banda chased after you, speeding up his tongue and then you came, the built up feeling exploding.

You cried out his name again while the intense feeling washed over you, but didn't get to catch your breath as Banda kept on going, relentlessly eating you out without stopping. You could feel his tongue everywhere and the pleasure was too much. Your hand were clenched into fists because of the lack of ability to grab onto something.

"Sunato", You managed to breath out, "Stop, 's too much, please."

"No." He said calmly into your skin with a wicked smile that you couldn't see, but could feel. He lightly grazed your bud with his teeth and watched you trying to scramble away. It didn't take much more to come undone again, and it left your legs shaking even long after you could recatch your breath.

Your eyes blinked against the sudden light as the blindfold was removed. Banda looked at your tears in amusement and kissed them away before kissing your lips. You kissed back in both anger and relief at seeing his face, his lips curling up into a triumphant smile in the kiss.

Then, without warning whatsoever, he pushed himself inside, past your folds, and bottomed out with a quiet laboured breath against your lips. You yelped in pain at the feeling and harshly bit down Banda's bottom lip. He didn't seem fazed by it at all.

When the pain subdued enough for you to relax again, you let go of his lip.

Banda stared at yours intently. The beautiful color of his blood covered your lips and he could taste the metalic taste of blood when he licked his own lips.

You saw the blood on him, as well as his darkened eyes and scrambled to apologise but he cut you off in another kiss, this one hungrier than the one before. Your lips moving against each other smearing the blood all over.

Then, as if you were a fragile doll, he slowly pulled out and sunk back in. Both of your breaths were shaky. Yours because it hurt, his because he was holding back from spilling himself inside you already.

He broke apart from your lips and propped himself up, one of his hands guiding your legs to lock around his waist. He started thrusting into you and dropped his head to your throat, hiding his face there while your head was thrown back in a silent scream.

You could hear the lewd sounds of him pushing into you, skin slapping. With eyes shut you relished in the feeling. You felt so full. Only the feeling of him filling you over and over was on your mind. You locked your legs tighter around his waist as if it would bring you closer to Banda's body.

Banda was leaving marks on your throat and you tugged on the rope that still held your arms above your head.

You gasped and moaned his name, spurring him on to hit the same spot over and over again. Your mind went dizzy with pleasure as he kept pounding into you. He must've noticed your struggle with your tied up arms and pulled on one end of the rope to untie to knot.

You immediately grasped at his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin, nearly drawing blood.

"I want you to squirt." He rasped out against you. You shook your head. "I can't," you managed to get out. He repositioned his body, still hitting that spot, but in a different angle that allowed him to pick up his pace. You cried at the heavenly feeling, your hips starting to feel sore from the ruthless contact of Banda's hips with each thrust.

"I'll make you." He whispered out of breath, feeling his own climax approaching. You shook your head at the familiar feeling and clenched down on him. He groaned the feeling. You clawed at his back while pulling him into a kiss that silenced your cry when you came.

Your legs fell open on the bed, completely numb. Banda had guided you through your orgasm and was still thrusting into you sloppily before releasing inside of you and collapsing on top of you. After a few moments, he lifted himself slightly to look at the large soaked spot on the bedsheets between your legs and smirked victoriously.

He looked back up at you and caressed your tear stained face. "You're mine, right?" He asked with that innocent face of his. But you could see the glint in his eyes.

You let out an exhausted laugh. You hummed. "All yours."

Banda searched your eyes and nodded and dropped all of his weight on top of you again, not bothering to pull out. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of fullness before falling asleep.

"You're lucky that you're cute you know." You couldn't help but remark. It was true though, that's probably how he lured in those four women he killed.

As if he read your mind, Banda assured you. "I won't kill you, I promise. We're partners aren't we? I've claimed you, so if you stay with me, I'll protect you and take care of you. I've told you; I'll give you this world."

You couldn't help but laugh. "If you say so."

"I need you to tell me."

You opened your eyes and turned ypur head to the side. "Tell you what?"

Banda pushed himself up and hovered above you again. "That you promise to stay with me, so I don't have to kill you." He stared at you intensely.

There was a long silence. You pondered a little, staring at the ceiling.

"I'm all yours now, right? I'm safe with you, and you say will give me the world. Why would I leave?" Your eyes found his. "I promise you that I'll stay with you."

His eyes creased into a pleased smile.

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Part 3

[assistantquail]

Well damn... (Adults) 1/2

Male reader is left with no choice but to use a female avatar, not that he minds using it on the first place, to save their best friend's life. 

Characters: Jake, Neytiri, Tsu'tey

Pronouns: They/Them 

Warnings: Cursing, injury, mentions of blood, Jake is shot in every headcannon in this part (bc why not), kithes?, simps, everyone is bi >:3, gender is a social construct, idk a thing about injuries or fighting, ooc

The timelines are different per character;

Jake & Neytiri: After the RDA left

Tsu’tey: Before the big battle

(None of the ff images/gifs are mine)

Continue reading...

Jake Sully 

He didn't know what to do at first but this is definitely not doing any good for his chest... His heart and the bullet wound- 

“I've been shot, I'll be needing some back up” 

The man is applying pressure to his injury, leaning on to the tree as he issues orders for the spotters to return.

“Copy that, back up is on the way” Norm's voice can be heard from the earpiece as he hears a mellow voice in the background saying that someone is already on the move.

Since the humans retreated and Jake knew that this area is sort of close to where his comrades are located, he decided to ask for their help as he broke off from the Navi group before the battle.

Luckily the bullet missed his vital organs but it might’ve grazed through his veins, rendering his legs useless. Making him feel a bit panicked whether or not this is temporary, silently praying to Eywa for strength. He already lived through having crippled legs in his first life, will he experience the same now?

What if he can never use his legs again? What if-

“You idiot! This isn’t a minor injury!” A voice pulled him out of his thoughts, his eyes trailed to you in your avatar form. An unfamiliar Navi yet he feels like you look familiar. That eye shape, nose, lips, and 5 fingers...

“Who- wait, Y/N!?”

“No shit sherlock” You rolled your eyes while approaching him, taking the bag of materials off your shoulder. His mouth formed an ‘o’ and he can’t help but study your form. You glared at him when you saw that he was eyeing your chest, throwing bandages at his face.

“Eyes up here skxawng”

You placed your hand under his chin, forcing him to look up. Still speechless from seeing you, he just kept staring and you’re starting to feel bare in front of him.

He saw you hissed at him playfully, but that look on your face is hot-

To distract yourself, you started to inspect the wound, you brushed your fingers near the bullet hole.

At this moment, Jake doesn’t know what to feel. He thought that he has great self-control and he can manage his expressions whenever you’re near but this is an impossible task now.

Do not get him wrong, he loves you dearly in your human form with the size difference between you and him. But seeing your avatar, despite being a female, still has your prominent features that fit greatly to the Navi beauty standards.

When he felt your fingers under his chin, making him stare into your golden eyes, he wanted to melt into a puddle.

He wanted to say something but he is sure that his voice will betray him and make him seem unmanly which is the last thing he needs you to see.

However, when you touched him, his will power almost vanished completely. This is a huge foul! He’s getting overstimulated by a lot of things at once: your touch, gaze, heat radiating from you, and his heart.

This is all too much for the man. He was as silent and still as a rock, the whole time you were treating his injury. You can feel his intense gaze on you as you tried to brush it off before you do something.

You thought he’ll tease you throughout this encounter but you were met with serenity and it’s making you feel awkward. You would rather listen to Jake make fun of you or just listen to him say anything than this.

Is it that weird? Do you look unattractive? Is he disgusted?

Those thoughts are plaguing the back of your mind, you’ve always wanted to let him know about your avatar but you’ve never really thought it will happen today.

When Norm told you that Jake was shot and needed help, you went to your pod and took off, no questions asked. This man will be the death of you but living without him is just as bad.

The silence is slowly breaking your heart which made you work faster, so that you can get out of there and look for a hole to hide in.

Rather than suffer, you decided to talk instead.

“What happened o mighty Toruk Makto? I never thought that you will get injured this bad...”

You were met with silence so you just chuckled nervously, hoping that he doesn’t notice your struggle.

Not even want to see the expression on his face, you hurried to tie the bandage around the injured area and secure the wound to stop bleeding.

“You are free to go now, just do not use your leg too much for a couple of days” You picked up the scattered materials you’ve used and stuffed them in your bag, swinging it over your shoulder as you looked at everything else but him, “Well I’ll be out of your hair now, I don’t want to taint your eyes any longer”

You felt yourself wince at your words, internally face palming yourself while you walk away.

“Wait no” A familiar hand fell on your arm, immobilizing you from taking your escape.

Jake finally got himself together when he saw that you were walking away, his body reacted before his brain. He wants you to stay, he wants to tell you how beautiful you are, avatar or not.

“Sorry if I was being a skxawng, your beauty just caught me off guard that I almost couldn’t stop myself from taking you”

He stared at your face, engraving every detail in his face as he watches your eyes widen and cheeks turn purple. Which gives him a boost of confidence to caress your face in his hand.

“This isn’t how I wanted to confess but I’ll be damned if others want to start courting you”

“Oel ngati kameie Y/N”

Your lips trembled, seeing the man you’ve always wanted, look at you with such an expression.

“Oel ngati kameie Jake, I always have”

This would’ve been a heartfelt moment but Jake couldn’t help but smack your butt.

Extra:

“Cat got your tongue or is it just me?” This made you want to take back your confession and just unalive this man.

“Shut up or I’ll feed you to the direwolves”

Neytiri 

Neytiri had never imagined Y/N as a Navi or a female one because they already look very attractive in their human form, but she would've kneeled and thank Eywa for being blessed by the view of it weren't for the current situation.

You shot up from your spot when you heard that Jake is injured and their coordinates are close to where you are doing research. There is no problem with heading into the battlefield, you're a skilled Navy and healer despite being younger than him. But there is this tiny problem that might hinder you from going... 

Your avatar body, which was previously your sister's who sadly had to remain on earth to recuperate from her injuries. There is nothing wrong with its quality though! You love how everything looks because it resembles you a lot, but only a few people knew how your avatar looks like. Adding the fact, that your crush is certainly there as Jake's right hand woman, you are not sure how she will react to seeing you like this. 

Internally groaning, your morals overpowered the embarrassment that will be bestowed upon you as you sadly see Jake as your family.

“I’m almost there, just hang on” You spoke to the walkie-talkie, doing a great job avoiding obstacles that are blocking your way as you pray to Eywa for guidance.

On the other side of the area, the idiot who got shot is currently being hidden as the other Navis are retreating 

“Neytiri, your mouth is gonna catch some flies from how wide it is” 

With you there, she held back from hissing towards and throwing this skxawng who still had the nerve to make fun of her while bleeding on the ground.

You gestured "I see you" to Neytiri with a smile before approaching your sworn brother. Trying to play this situation coolly as you don't want to embarrass yourself in the presence of the Navi princess, who you've been pining on for years since you did not use your avatar with anyone knowing but the scientists and Jake... Probably Tsu'tey too... 

The woman just stared at your form, as you turn your back on her to check up on Jake. She didn’t even notice how she kept staring at you until Jake made fun of her which resulted to a smack on his head.

The moment you saw the injury, your personality did a switch becoming a professional medic drowning out the environment to focus on the man in front of you.

“Don't take this the wrong way, but I would prefer to get invited over on random times and not in every situation where you're close to dying from foolishness” Mutters fell from your lips, as you examined the severity of the injury. The bullet almost made an exit hole, which thankfully missed his vital organs.

A pair of golden eyes watched you from behind, curiously looking at all your features. She wonders why your waist seems to be smaller than hers despite being almost having the same height (slutty waist ya got there).

She went beside you, staring at the side of your face while you and Jake are bickering like children. Your freckles framed your face perfectly, highlighting the facial features that Neytiri adores whenever you stop by the clan, in your human form.

“That's not how you should talk to an injured person” Jake huffed, rolling his eyes at you. He then took note of how his right hand woman is still looking at you like you're the only person in Pandora. 

A hand met the back of Jake's head rather roughly as the slap echoed around the area. “Hey, you don't hit an injured person!” He puts his hand on his chest, wearing a betrayed look on his face.

“Be glad that I don't hit women” Your shoulders tensed as you take a deep breath, pressing your fingers against your temple.

“I pray to Eywa for patience” Neytiri watched in silence, imagining what it would be like to hold your hand. Seeing you stressed by this skwawng made her want to hold you close, it is not the first time she thought of acting on her feelings.

“Don't you usually pray for strength?” Jake retorted like he wasn't the one bleeding on the floor, still focused on winning this silly argument. 

“I need patience to not throw hands with an already injured skxawng”

The Navi princess felt jealous that Jake was being touched by your precious hands while she has never felt your skin on hers. All your attention was on him and she knows that her thoughts are childish, but she can’t help it.

When you turned to get some materials from your bag, you met face to face with Neytiri. You both are inches away from each other, her eyes glowed majestically in your perspective. You have never been this close to her, you became more aware with the freckles on her face.

Eyes trailing to her nose then lips. While you did not even notice that she was doing the same, Neytiri is drilling the memory of you into her heart, making sure not to forget any detail of how your eyes shine like the sun.

You both were staring at each other with so much love that Jake had to stop himself from gagging, do not get him wrong, he is your biggest shipper but he would rather not be forced to watch this.

“Can you guys undress and mate later? There’s a dying person here-”

Again, a slap met the back of his head but it was from Neytiri as you covered your face in embarrassment. Your throat let out some nervous chuckles as you finished wrapping the bandages, you can feel the heat gathering on your cheeks and ears.

But inside you were glad that she did not seem to treat you any differently, this was a huge step up for you. You can feel her eyes as you stood up. “Well um you are all better, now I will just bounce-”

“Y/N...”

That was all it took for you to give her all of your attention again, oh Eywa you are such a himbo.

“Can I meet you later at the entrance of the clan”

“Huh-?” Your brain filtered out whatever she just said, you were too busy trying not to melt under her gaze so you just nodded your head.

“Perfect, we shall have what you humans call as a date”

Tsu'tey 

Jake nudged the Navi with an all knowing smirk creeping on his face. Just a moment ago, Tsu'tey was focused on keeping other dreamwalkers away from this skxawng who got shot but now he can't tear his eyes away from this one female dreamwalker who is running toward them. His instinct is telling him not to shoot but his chest somehow makes him feel like they are familiar with each other.

“Take a picture it will last longer- ow!” 

The injured Navi held his shoulder that was punched aggressively to soothe the ache. Jake glared at his sworn brother while he got hissed back.

“Alright, I kind of deserved that”

When the female Navi nodded towards them, all of Tsu’tey’s attention is back on them, on you.

“Oel ngati kameie” You greeted them, facing Tsu’tey with a shy smile before turning your focus on Jake. Your tongue made a clicking noise as you examine the injury, the bullet runs deep but not that fatal if treated quickly.

The young Navi cannot help but feel envy as the injured skxawng gets to receive your attention, on the other hand he is using your moment of distraction to study your features.

Your avatar has the features of the female Navi, noticeable from your height and figure shape. Is this the reason why you disappeared for so long? Did you not want him to know?

He was not able to catch a glimpse of you for the whole week which is why he is “more grumpy than usual” in Jake's words which he wholeheartedly denied.

“Hey there gorgeous, where have you been the whole time?” Jake grins at you wearing the playboy smirk, making you roll your eyes at him.

You gagged at his attempt to tease you in front of your crush. “I think I just threw up, please spare me”. After giving him a short examination, you placed your hand on the ground beside you.

The bag full of medicinal herbs, bandages, etc is something you bring along everywhere for emergencies. That’s one of the things Tsu’tey loves about you, always looking after others before yourself. It is a double-edged sword, no doubt, but that is where he comes in.

He always makes sure to take care of you and remind you to take a break. You are well aware that he shows his affection through actions and acts of service rather than vocalizing his thoughts.

The two of you sort of have an ambiguous relationship? You gift him some crafts you make whenever you stop by every other day for research, the whole clan welcomes you with open arms since you aided Grace with her school before the whole fiasco happened.

You are well aware that the corporate people have some things hidden in their sleeves, you have seen glimpses and whispers of their plan but you have no power to put a stop on it.

So you are glad that they accepted Jake into their clan, not really but you suspect he is close. You and Tsu’tey were able to amend your friendship with each other in your human form, hopefully developing something more, but deep inside you know very well that Navis only mate with Navis. Plus you are a man! You cannot give birth to an heir...

A human can never be with a Navi, especially if the Navi is next in line as Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya clan. The man also lost his future mate because of your kind, for Eywa’s sake!

Without you knowing, Tsu’tey has already thought of those. He actually prayed to Eywa for guidance, if what he is feeling is just temporary because he does not know how to deal with these type of things. 

He is a warrior, who lost his fated mate almost a year ago. He loved her, they were supposed to be together forever...

It seems that Eywa have other plans for him because he met you.

As your body worked like a robot, familiar with what needs to be done with muscle memory, you placed your hand down without looking. But you felt that you touched something warm, your head quickly turns to Tsu’tey.

His hand was holding the bandages you were about to retrieve, you made eye contact with him for a few seconds before realizing that you were still holding his hand.

“Thank you- and sorry about that!” You squeaked as you took the bandages from him.

“There is no need for that, this is such a simple thing” His voice was lower than usual, is it because you have not heard him for so long? But it sent you feeling some shivers down your spine.

You flashed him a smile, showing your fangs and it nearly took him out. So he just looked at you as you turned your attention back on your best friend.

Jake watched this painful love show playing in front of him, he cringed at how awkward you both were acting.

Tsu’tey stayed silent again, he was thinking of what to say to you. Should he compliment you? Ask how you are doing?

At first it is because, of how you took his breath away from your form. You have always been an attractive human but now that you are in Navi form, his willpower almost became nonexistent.

He wanted to take you away and make you be worry free but he knows that this is not the right time. He does not know when that time will be, where both of you can finally let go of what is stopping you from being together.

For now, he can be satisfied with how things are, he just does know until when he can keep it all together. With your avatar, he will make sure that no man dares to covet you...

Extra:

Tsu’tey hands you a necklace after bringing Jake back to the Hometree, this is the first gift you have received from him and you could not stop smiling. He offered to put it on you, which you just nodded at him.

Feeling his fingers brush on your neck, you let out a laugh because you are ticklish. Your body reacted by holding his hand to stop him from tickling you and your hand fits perfectly in his.

Next Part: Tonowari, Ronal, and Quaritch (Male reader)

I will also be uploading another version with Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri, Tsireya, Aonung, and Roxto. Tell me what you guys think as I need constructive criticism QvQ.

Female reader version

[poohbea]

𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃.

beelzebub | smut, fluff |

𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏 : 1.6k

— 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎 : the ingredients to make a darkness of devil cake are as follows: flour, eggs, butter, oral... wait that doesn't sound right.

𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙎 : light biting, food play, oral (f receiving), semi-public oral sex (you're in a shared kitchen so), voyeurism (meaning someone does walk in on you and watches - take a guess who's kinky enough to do something like that), praise, marking, pet names, just beel being beel

𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝙋𝙊𝙊𝙃 : the way i procrastinated with this fic omfg. idk why this was difficult to write, but i tried, not my proudest work but this one has been sitting in the drafts for a long time and i needed to feed the beel food play agenda. again this is my poor attempt at getting out of my writer's block so forgive me if it's quite mediocre. we were going so well in the beginning and then sorta just fell off...cri

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Hope you enjoy ♡ reblogs are greatly appreciated

“Is the icing almost done?” Beel asks, resting his chin on your shoulder. He watches you whisk the chocolaty cream in the large bowl, stopping to dip your finger in before raising it to his lips. He moans as his tongue envelops the digit, sucking the sweet treat greedily, teeth lightly nipping at your finger. 

“Is it good?” You chuckle, watching him with a smile. 

“Th’o good.” He mumbles with your finger still in his mouth. 

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Beel.” Your finger is released with a pop, a string of saliva still connecting the digit to his tongue. 

“Sorry,” A bashful expression takes over his handsome features. “It tastes really good.” 

You watch him examine the expanse of your neck briefly, nose subtly inhaling your sweet aroma. “You okay?” He nods at your question, but his gaze is still focused on the curve of your neck, the way your skin pulsed under the heat of his body that was still pressed flush against your back. 

Absent-mindedly, he licks the juncture where your throat meets your jaw, unable to resist the temptation of the tantalising warmth so close to his taste buds. “Shit.” If he thought the icing was delicious then you were something else entirely. A unique array of flavours that he’d been dying to discover the day you moved into the House of Lamentation. 

“Beel.” You whimper, fingers laced through his apricot locks as he sinks his teeth gently into your skin.

The Avatar of Gluttony heard none of it as he continued his exploratory assault, pathing from your jaw to your shoulder, all the while pressing your hips against the countertop with his own. He couldn’t stop, he wouldn’t. Not when something so delicious melted on his tongue with such allure, when you, his unofficial cooking partner, were moaning his name so delicately he could’ve sworn it was all in his head. That your ass in his palms was some kind of food deprived hallucination, that he was daydreaming like he always did. But the heat of your skin was undeniable, the clawing of your nails against his scalp as he indulged in you, unmistakeable. 

“Fuck.” You sigh, reciprocating the rock of his hips into yours, the growing ache between your thighs making it increasingly difficult to think straight. “Beel.” 

The demon stops to turn you around, immediately delving into your lips, tongue parting them as he tastes you further. “More.” He growls between breaths, fingers digging into your hips. “More.” 

“Beel, we’re supposed to be baking.” Your laugh partially breaks his starved frenzy, hands cupping his face when he finally pulls away.

He rests his forehead against your own, breath heavy and pupils blown as they threaten to break your resolve. “The cake’s fine.” His gaze shifts to the oven behind you, two large cake pans filled with a black batter illuminated by the light above. “They’ve only just started to rise.” 

“That’s not the point, Beel.” You giggle, with the lick of your lips, an action he followed intently. 

“I can’t help it.” His nose brushes yours as he speaks. “You just taste so good.” 

Admittedly you didn’t know how to respond to that. Shyness evident as he trapped you between him and the counter, silent but gaze alight with one clear intention. Eat. It was enough to give you goosebumps.

“Can…Can I try something?” He whispers in a low baritone.

With a bashful nod as permission his hands find purchase on the back of your thighs, wrapping them around his waist before lifting you effortlessly onto the counter top. Then his gaze settles on the icing bowl and your heart lodges itself in your throat. 

“Beel…” You whisper nervously, toying with the hairs at the nape of his neck. “It’s for the cake.”

“I’ll only use a little.” Those puppy dog eyes he throws you are all too convincing, his pout enough to melt even the coldest of hearts. How could you say no to that face?

He’s silent when you let out a soft sigh, curiously awaiting your response. “Fine.” And almost as if on cue he perks up, his proverbial tail wagging in excitement. “Just try not to make a—” Before you could even finish your thought the sound of tearing fabric echoes through the kitchen. Your gaze lowers to find your skirt in disarray and your underwear now in tatters, its remnants pooled on the apex of your thighs. “Beel!”

Admittedly, he only meant to pull them off you, but the demon obviously didn't know his own strength as he tore right through the flimsy cotton. Why did you even bother to wear something like this if it broke this easily? “What?” He asks innocently, pulling the rest of it from between your thighs. 

“I liked those.” Now it was your turn to pout, palm smacking his muscular shoulder as a weak form of punishment.

“You didn’t need them anyway.” He dips slightly to tuck his hands behind your knees, before proceeding to rise again to make you lay back on the counter. Drawing your thighs to your chest, he spreads you wide to give himself a perfect view of your pussy. “Wow.” He mutters to himself, marvelling at the meal so graciously being offered to him. 

“Don’t just stare at it—!” You yelp at the sudden heat against your clit, his tongue gliding slowly through your folds, savouring the flavour he’d so patiently waited for.

“Mm.” He moans, kissing the crease of your thigh tenderly, all the while observing that pleasured look on your face. “So delicious.” 

“Bee…” Using one hand to mindlessly play with your pussy, the other dips into the chocolate buttercream in the bowl beside your waist. His stomach growls as he spreads the confectionary over your clit, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth when your pussy clenches around nothing as a result. 

He silently offers you the residual icing, fingers grazing your lips, his heart races at the sight of his digits slipping past them, your tongue warm as it swirls around each fingertip. “Taste good?” He mimics you, finally withdrawing from your mouth. 

“Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.” Your lightheartedness makes him smile, those violet eyes admiring you lovingly before retreating between your legs again, returning to the task at hand.

Your hips jerk in his palms, his hot tongue lapping greedily at your clit. “Fuck.” You gasp, tugging his hair in encouragement. Each flick of his tongue lit a new flame in the pit of your stomach, the heavenly sweetness of the frosting mixed with your arousal only making him dive deeper. 

He’d soon become lost in the warmth of your core, every sense overcome by you and you alone. Your moans and pleas, the softness of your skin, your scent and that taste. Fuck, your taste. It was a unique mix of sweet and savoury, one that was growing increasingly addictive the longer he remained there. 

“Shit, Beel!” He can’t help but nip at your skin, thighs the victim of many a hickey, but purple was always a pretty colour against your complexion anyway. 

“S’tho good.” Your gasp bounces off the walls as he dips his tongue into you, nose now flush with your delicate clit, the action making your spine arch.

“Don’t stop, please. Beel, don’t—“ 

“Hey, do you guys smell something burni—oh!?” Your oncoming climax is cut short by Asmo’s sudden intrusion, his voice snapping you out of the pleasured daze Beel had so effortlessly pulled you into. 

“Oh, shit, Asmo it’s— ah!” Unbeknownst to you, Beel was unfazed by his brother’s presence, the new development actually driving him further. “Beel, wait… stop.” It was no use, even as you tried to push him away he just pulled you right back, strength far surpassing yours. 

“No, no, please continue, don’t let me stop your fun.” Asmo giggles, perching himself on the table top beside your head. “My, my, and I was under the impression that our beautiful little human was a prude. Yet here you are, spread so nicely on the kitchen counter no less. Does she taste wonderful, Beel?” 

The glutton mumbles an incoherent response against your clit, the vibration making your thighs shudder. “This isn’t— fuck. This isn’t funny Asmo.” 

“Oh, I agree, my sweet. In fact I’m quite jealous, I wanted to be the first to get a taste of you. But, I guess it wasn’t meant to be.” His pout only incited  butterflies in the pit of your stomach, those devilish eyes eating up the scene unfolding before him. “Come on Beel, make her cum already, I’m dying to hear what she sounds like.” 

“Would you… shit, I’m gonna cu—ah!“ You miss the way Asmo smirks when you finally fall over that edge of euphoria, your free hand unintentionally grasping his wrist while the other combs through the ginger locks of the demon between your thighs. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, let it out.” The Avatar of Lust coos through the height of your orgasm, caressing your hair softly. “Breathe, angel.” 

It was forgein, this feeling in your chest. Never before have you experienced such casual voyeurism, and surprisingly you didn’t hate it as much as you thought you would. Maybe it was because you felt so comfortable with them, the power of mutual trust overshadowing your feeble inhibitions. 

A bubbly laugh sounds when you’re finally able to think again, body a puddle on the wooden bench, your muscles finally relaxing. “What?” You ask, out of breath. 

“Nothing, you’re just cute when you make that face. Isn’t she Beel?” 

The man in question finally raises to his feet, lips glossy as he offers you a warm smile. “Of course.” There’s a moment of silence before Beel frowns, nose scrunching with each audible sniff of the air. “What’s that smell?”

“Oh,” Asmo chirps. “You smell it too? It smells like something’s burning. Are you making anything?” 

Both you and Beel lock eyes, expressions morphing into ones of fear. “The cake!” 

tags: @okhotel, @sakinotfound, @xharia, @hoohoohope

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[thealtoduck]

Random BatCat!Bro Short Stories

Batfam x BatCat!Bro Reader

Warnings: none just random fluff…

Summary: A collection of small stories featuring BatCat!Bro…

(A/n: I might do a part 2 since you guys sent me several other plots i could use.)

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Cooking with Alfred: Plot by me

(Takes place a few weeks after BatCat!Bro moved in to the manor)

Alfred was suprised when he walked into the kitchen and saw someone other than him actually cooking in there.

”Oh hey Alfred” you said casually while cutting up vegetables. ”Master Y/n… you’re cooking…” Alfred said in a slightly confused voice. ”Shouldn’t i be?” you said with a hint of sarcasm.

”Yes of course, sorry didn’t mean to sound so suprised it’s just that most of the others can’t cook” Alfred stated and then asked ”What are you making?”. ”Soup” you answered. ”What kind?” he asked. ”I don’t know, mom taught me to make it. Can you show me where you keep your spices?” you asked.

Alfred showed you were they were and let you pick out the ones you wanted. ”Anything else i could do?” Alfred questioned.

”Sure, could you chop up that onion?” you asked. ”Of course Master Y/n” Alfred confirmed and then the two got to work making food together.

Once they finished they sat themselves around a table and ejoyed their soup. ”Delicious, who would’ve thought Catwoman could teach someone to cook” Alfred stated. ”Well you know, she works late so sometimes you gotta be able to cook for yourself” you said a bit melancholic.

”I’m sure the others would love to taste your cooking sometime, sir” Alfred said comfortingly making you smile.

”How about you help me with dinner and i’ll show you some tips and tricks?” Alfred suggested. ”Sure” you answered happily.

Bodyguard Brothers: Plot by @d4nnybo1

You loved your brothers dearly but they keep a way to close eye on you sometimes. Jason and Damian feel like it’s their personal responsebility to make sure you are safe at all times during the day.

Jason has started picking you up regularly from school, which was not really a big deal.

But things has started getting out of hand whenever you’re at a party in the East End and you notice you have three shadows, only one of which is yours.

And whenever you’re at a friends house, particularly a guys house if you look close enough through the window you’ll be able to see them looking at you with binoculars.

At which point you usually just bring out your phone and call Jason or Damian like…

”Hey Jason, what’s up?” and he’d answer innocently ”Not much, at the manor hanging out with Alfred”. You’d then say ”Really cause i’m pretty sure i saw you outside” and you’d hear Damian whisper ”He’s onto us”.

”Shut up Damian, i’m on speaker” Jason whisper yells at him. ”Why’d you put him on speaker?!” Damian snaps back and while the two are fighting you hang up because you know your work is done.

In & Out: Plot by Anon

”Y/n, we need help” Tim said while storming in to your room, as you were currently laying in your bed sleeping.

”Just give him food and he’ll leave you alone” you said sleepily and rolled over to go back to sleep. ”We weren’t talking about the cat” Stephanie said. ”Neither was i, i was talking about Jason” you clarrified.

”No, not him either, we need help breaking in somewhere” Tim explained. ”Okay… i’ll help you in the morning” you said trying to go back to sleep. ”Y/n, it’s mid-day” Stephanie stated.

”Fine, get out and let me freshen up and i’ll be down in ten and there better be a cup of hot chocolate waiting for me when i come down or i ain’t helping you with shit” you told them and sat up in your bed.

When you came downstairs Steph and Tim were waiting at the dinner table, there was a fresh cup of hot chocolate waiting at a seat across from them, so you sat down and asked ”So how may i help you?”.

*Time skip*

”You got me, the second best cat burgular in town basically, to break in to a simple warehouse. Is this a set up or something?” you questioned over the communication earpiece.

”It’s not” Tim answered. ”Then why am i doing it? Both of you have been trained by THE Batman” you questioned. ”We just needed a simple untraceable ”In and Out” and like you said ”Second best cat burgular”” Tim explained. ”Good answer Timothy” you told him and heard Stephanie laugh over the comms.

You walked over to the window on top of the roof and looked down in to the warehouse. ”Is there people inside warehouse?” Tim questioned. ”Yes, there are about five” you answered.

”Lure them outside” Tim commanded. ”Are you insane? You can’t lure them out if you want it to be untraceable cause then they will know around what time they were hit” you explained. ”Then what are you going to do?” Tim asked.

”Watch and learn Timothy” you said and opened the rooftop window and climbed inside using the claws attached to your suit. You jumped down and landed quietly on the ground.

You snuck around managing to avoid all the guards until you found a small office where you assumed the safe must be. So you snuck in and started looking around, once you found the safe you got to work on it.

You investigated the safe, it was old which was going to make it easier to get open. You put your ear against the safe door and started listening for clicks for the combination.

Once you cracked it you opened the safe and realised something. ”Tim, what am i even supposed to steal?” you asked. ”They sell stolen artifacts and we need evidence just grab as much you can” Tim told you and you grabbed stuff from the safe and packed them into a backpack.

You then snuck out the same way you came in and said over the comms ”So easy peasy, what do i get for helping you?”. ”You get to have helped bring down a criminal gang” Stephanie said clearly annoyed.

”I’d rather get like money or something” you said. ”Knock knock” Stephanie then said quickly. ”Oh my god, who’s there?” you questioned but got no answer. ”Hello?” ”Hello?!” ”Who’s there?” ”Hello?!!!”

”You bald headed bitches, this is the last time i help you two for free” you said madly to yourself.

Favorite: Plot by @alyisheaven1438

You were getting your first tour of the watchtower by your dad but so far it was a was a total bore. Nothing intresting AT ALL… But then you saw her…

It was THE BLACK CANARY… and green arrow. You excitedly walked over to the blonde woman leaving your dad behind. ”Y/n, where are you going?” He asked behind you.

”Hey, sorry to bother you, Miss Black Canary, just needed to tell you i’m a huge-” you started but was interrupted by you dad saying ”Y/n, don’t bother them”. To your suprise Black Canary then spoke up ”Oh Bruce, this is one of yours, nice to meet you kid”.

She then continued ”I’m Dinah, you’re Selina’s son, right? Just assuming by the suit”. You nodded and she continued ”Oh me and Selina go way back, this one time she was forced to work with me and Huntress after Bats hit his head and thought he was a crime boss”.

”Really?” you questioned. ”Oh yeah and then while trying to break in to the club to save him we got caught on stage and we had to do an improvised musical number to get out of it”.

”Wait does it go something like ”Good evening all you gentlemen, mobsters, creeps and crooks…”, right?” You questioned. ”Yeah, that’s it, how do you know it?” Dinah asked. ”Mom would sing it sometimes” you answered fondly.

”Aww that’s sweet. Me and Arrow have to get back to work now but it was really nice meeting you Y/n” she said. ”It was nice meeting you too” you said waving goodbye to her and turning around only to be met with a grumpy Batman.

”I told you not to bother her” he said. ”Chill, she’s my favorite league member i just wanted to say ”hi”” you defended.

”Favorite?” your dad then questioned.

(A/n: Hope you guys liked these :).)

[dollwritesarchive]

" i'll walk you home. " shang chi

this screams protective bff who caught feelings!shang chi and no i am not taking criticism 🥰

𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒𝓉𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝓉

fandom marvel

featuring shang-chi x BFF!reader (f)

rating sfw, but heed warnings

content warning reader is very drunk (practically incoherent), her date is a creep and tries to gaslight/take advantage of her, some swearing, confrontation, unrequited pining (him)

summary shang-chi makes sure you get home safely.

word count 1.4k / mini musing

attention don’t ever, ever, ever go out with a stranger without letting someone (friend or family) know where you’re going and how long you’re supposed to be there! also, please please be wary and careful when drinking alcohol with strangers AND REMEMBER that if some asshole ever tries anything like this on you: shang chi said YOU’RE A TEN, YOU DONT OWE HIM SHIT. do not repost or translate. reblog & give feedback 💗 every reblog is a kiss for shang-chi on his pretty little face.

the two of you had an agreement, made upon the creation of your tinder account. you would text with a code, a simple one, if you were ever in trouble while out on a date, and you would always keep your location on for him.

for a while, the agreement seemed silly. sure, the guys you’d meet online either wanted anonymous hookups or had a bad habit of ghosting or a plethora of issues with a crazy ex, but they were never… predatory. Shang-Chi was simply being the over-protective best friend, you thought, and while you were grateful he cared so much, you didn’t believe you’d actually need to use the code.

until tonight.

⚠️⚠️⚠️

thankfully, it was just emojis, because you were having a difficult time seeing past the haze as you wobble atop cumbersome and expensive stiletto pumps. the strobe lights were making you feel sick, and you couldn’t tell if you had one or three cellphones in your palm.

“Come on, pretty girl, let’s get outta here.”

“No,” you mumble, but the man whose name currently escapes you has already grabbed your bicep and is guiding you towards the door, none too gently. “No, I want to stay and wai—t on my friend. I just texted him!” you didn’t want to go, but your feet were trying to walk, at the very least, so this man wouldn’t drag you. “I want to wait on Shang-Chi—“

“Why’d you go and do that, huh?” he asks, turning to look down at you. he might’ve been trying to look hurt, or maybe it was his intent to look as angry as he did, but either way it made a knot tie itself in your gut. “We were having fun, weren’t we?”

“Yeah, but—“

“Weren’t you having fun with me? You told me you were having a blast, remember? You said you wanted me to take you home with me.”

you scrunch your nose. you were almost sure you didn’t say that… did you? “I… did?”

“Yeah,” he insists, pulling you outside. the neons from the signs on the windows hurts your eyes and one hand flees to shield your face from them, “that’s why I got us an uber, silly.”

“Oh.” confused, with your head swimming, it’s the only response you can give. you don’t remember telling him to get an uber, and you definitely don’t remember wanting to go home with him, but you were so wasted that you couldn’t be sure if you really did. your date walks ahead to grab the door to the backseat for you to get in.

staring at the ground with a perma-pout upon your countenance, you stumble on to the gritty concrete and misstep. the pin-like heel on your shoe snaps against the ill-distribution of your weight and the unfortunate, awkward footing. you crumble to the ground with your palms outstretched in an attempt to break your fall with a low huff. “Owie.” you mumble beneath your breath, just as another car, this one red in hue, pulls into the parking space beside your uber, and someone familiar steps out of the backseat.

“Shang-Chi!” your pronunciation of his name is slurred heavily by the numbing of booze-saturated tiers, but you feel a wave of relief as he hurries over and takes both of your hands to pull you to your feet. hardly aware of the red uber backing out of the space and driving off, you stare at your friend in disbelief. “You got here fast!” or did you text him a long time before? time seemed to move differently the more inebriated you became.

“Of course I did,” he exhales, holding your hands closer to examine them, “are you okay?” glancing down at them, too, you realize they’re covered in tiny scrapes from when you fell, with microscopic rock-shaped dents in your skin. his brows furrowed, and he uses his digits to sweep any minuscule debris off of them.

“She’s fine.” your date speaks up as he staggers towards you, but you take note of the way Shang-Chi angles his body in front of yours, creating a human wedge between you and he. the date holds out his hand, “C’mon, sweetheart. I’ll take you home—“

you shake your head, sheepish, but it’s your friend who speaks. “Nah, she’s good, man. I got her. You have yourself a good night.”

“Hey, man,” your date grinds his teeth, taking a step closer and glares at Shang-Chi, “I paid for her drinks and her ride. What, I’m supposed to get nothing? Don’t be a cockblock.”

Shang-Chi’s eyes are usually the warmest you’ve ever seen, like soft moonstones. however, when that final sentence filled the atmosphere between them, you could swear his eyes went black with anger. “Hey man,” he mutters, reaching into his pocket and grabbing his wallet, “let me cover that for you.” there’s an acidic bite to his tone as he stuffs two twenty dollar bills against the man’s chest with a flat palm and a smack that resonates in the night air around you, “And just, while I’m in a giving mood, have some advice to go with that. You take a lady out, pay for her drinks, and expect to get something in return, you deserve someone like me to knock your dick in the dirt. This girl right here?” waving his hand in gesture to you, he glares at the fuming man before him, “she’s a ten, and she doesn’t owe you shit. Remember that, playboy.”

whether he wanted to or not, your creepshow date backed off. grumbling to himself, he slams the door of the uber and the car takes off. Shang-Chi has already turned his attention back to you, grabbing your hand. “Come on,” he says, the softness returning to his velvety voice, “I’ll walk you home.”

“I can’t,” you whine, stumbling forward with your bottom lip sticking out. pointing down at your feet, you add like a child that is sad that her favorite toy is broken, “my shoe…”

he takes a moment to look at the shoe, kneeling down, and pats both of his shoulders. “Hands here.” you do as instructed, steadying yourself against the sturdiness of the broad expanse. “Right foot,” you lift your right foot, the one with the mangled stiletto, and he slides it off. to describe the relief your foot felt after the killer accessory had been subtracted would’ve been impossible. “Left.” you lift your left foot, and he takes that one off, too. when he’s finished, he clutches them together in one hand and whirls around, offering his back to you. “All right, now hop on.”

normally, you would’ve been excited; piggyback rides were always a staple in your friendship, but you felt a strange, sinking guilt as you latch on to him, and he begins to trek the crosswalk. why did he have to come and save you from some creep? why was it his responsibility to make sure you weren’t coaxed into doing something you’d regret? it didn’t seem fair to you— and so, you nuzzle your face into the nape of his neck, arms hanging loosely around his shoulders. “Sorry,” you mumble, half coherent with your cheek smushed into his skin. you can smell the scent of his shampoo, feel the dampness in his short tendrils, and you wonder if he had been just out of the shower, about to lie down and sleep for the night. the thought makes the guilt in you flare.

“C’mon now, don’t say that.” he insists, chortling softly. “You don’t have to be sorry. None of that was your fault, you know that, right? You did the right thing. I’m proud of you.”

your lids are heavy, so you close them, your mind beginning to numb with impending exhaustion. “I’m sorry that you have to take care of me… it shouldn’t be up to you.”

Shang-Chi takes a while to respond, because every response upon his tongue would’ve been a confession. his heart was beating wildly out of tempo at the prospect of telling you how he felt, but finally he settles for a, “I’ll always take care of you. You know that, don’t you?”

you don’t answer him. at first, he’s unsure if he’s said something wrong. then, he feels steady breath against the nape of his neck, and he realizes you’d fallen asleep.

maybe next time, he thinks, holding your legs close to his ribs.