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rax-writes · 4 years

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Enchanted - Part II

Fandom: The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Pairing: Caliban x Reader Warnings: Violence, death + resurrection Notes: Part I ♥ Here’s part two! Hope you all like it!

Your relationship with Caliban did not remain a secret for long. Your sister was the first to know.

As you jogged over to her at the carnival the following weekend, you said, “Sister, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I know how the Plague Kings’ plan to overthrow you. They’ll be keeping an eye on you for any missteps, and once given probable cause, they will force you and Caliban to embark on a quest to retrieve the Unholy Regalia.”

She was visibly stunned, and understandably so. “That’s great! But how did you find all that out?”

“That would be the bad news.”

As if on cue, Caliban then materialized, and wrapped an arm around your waist – which was immediately noticed by Sabrina.

“What did you rope my sister into?” she snarled at Caliban, but you held up a hand to silence them both before the bickering began.

“Caliban came to me and stated that he wished to court me. I first tried to convince him to end the coup in exchange for courtship, but he explained that even if he wanted to, he is unable to stop the Kings. So, instead, the exchange became useful information for courtship.”

“Mhmm,” Sabrina mused disbelievingly, glaring at the man at your side. “And for how long does she have to date you?”

“The only requirement to fulfill our agreement is a single date, hence our presence at this mortal affair,” Caliban answered, then smiled warmly at you. “After that, the status of our courtship is up to my lady.”

“Oh. Well, that’s not so bad,” Sabrina muttered, then shrugged as she turned to you. “At least you can get this night over with and never have to see him again.”

“In all honesty… I am not entirely opposed to seeing him again,” you admitted hesitantly, and Sabrina’s jaw dropped slightly as her brows furrowed in agitation. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, Sister. For Satan’s sake, have you seen him? He’s more than a little easy on the eyes.”

Caliban chuckled, both at your compliment and your sister’s obvious annoyance. “Come, little dove. Let us explore this fanciful event.”

Though the evening had been a delight, and you enjoyed your time with your date, you couldn’t help but notice that Caliban seemed slightly on edge all night. After the sun had gone down, and you’d surveyed the majority of the carnival, Caliban requested to take you to dinner in a nice restaurant. You agreed, and he thoroughly surprised you by taking you to a quiet, romantic rooftop restaurant in Italy, having remembered you stating that Italian was your favorite food. It was the following morning before you realized that he’d been sensing the impending danger of Herod’s attack. Coincidentally, he had disappeared for a short while during dinner, and although he’d claimed to have gone to the restroom, you learned from Sabrina the following morning that he’d actually returned to Greendale to collect King Herod's crown.

Naturally, the two of you had bickered about him cheating your sister the next time you were together, but his soft lips and skilled hands had done wonders to dissipate your anger. Although you refused to admit it, you were positively hooked from thereon out.

You told yourself that you continued the dates and the trysts simply because it was merely an enjoyable pastime. But in truth, it was because you were slowly falling for the prince. Knowing it was a mistake due to his allegiance to Hell, and his position as the enemy of your sister, created a forbidden nature to the romance, and it only made you crave him more.

Little did you know, Caliban felt the same for you. Your smile set his soul aflame, and your laughter made his chest tighten with affection. The sight of your hair fanned across your pillow, mouth slightly agape in pleasure, was not one he would ever grow tired of. He had fallen well and truly in love with you.

This information was kept secret from one another, because both of you were scared to admit such a thing and risk scaring the other away.

It wasn’t long after your mutual realizations that he met your aunts and Ambrose. Although they were all pleased to have met the object of your affection, and they remained civil with him, it was evident that each member of your family distrusted him, and questioned his intentions with you.

Their distrust turned out to be short-lived.

Immediately following your coven’s Hare Moon celebration, one of the Pagans had developed a very intense dislike for you. All it took was for her to sense that you were a very powerful member of your kind – that is, until your powers faded – and she, being a harpy, notorious for their insatiable hunger and lust for torture, had decided that she would feast upon your witch flesh as her next meal.

It was that evening when she appeared. You had been relaxing on the front porch of the Spellman Mortuary, and at first, you thought she was merely a mortal woman – then her wings spread out from behind her as her glamour faded, bird-like legs sprouted from her torso, and her face became hideous, decayed and rotting. You had instinctively tried to run, but it was futile. After all, harpies were originally thought to be the personification of wind, so it was unsurprising that you were in her clutches before you even made it to the door.

The harpy’s sharp talons dug into your shoulders, and you screamed for help as she launched you into the yard. You fell flat on your back, which knocked the wind out of you, and she was on you again in the blink of an eye. As you felt the most impossibly intense, agonizing pain across your abdomen, you screamed again as you glanced down and realized she had torn you open. She began feasting on your flesh and organs, blood dripping from her claws as she ravaged you.

You were vaguely aware of a horrified scream from Sabrina somewhere behind you. She had just swung open the front door of the Spellman household to see the ghastly scene before her, Aunt Zelda, Aunt Hilda, and Ambrose right behind her. With a roar of pure rage, Ambrose charged at the harpy with his blade drawn, which drew her away from you. Sabrina and Hilda then kneeled beside you, the former with tears in her eyes and a terrified look on her face as she held your hand, and the latter clearly trying to hide her panic as she unsuccessfully attempted to heal you. But your injuries were far too extensive, and your loved ones’ magick was far too weak.

The unmistakable sound of a gunshot pierced through the night air, and you weakly turned your head to see Aunt Zelda holding a shotgun, Ambrose a few feet from your attacker, and the harpy lying dead on the ground. The two then ran over to you, both dropping to their knees at your side, their faces just as solemn and fearful as Sabrina and Aunt Hilda.

It was then, looking upon the panic-stricken faces of your family, that you knew you were going to die.

Darkness began to cloud your vision, and you vaguely heard your sister sobbing, and aunts and cousin begging you to stay conscious, giving you empty promises that they would find a way to fix this, and that everything would be alright. In the midst of all their hysterics, it seemed an idea donned on Sabrina.

“Caliban!” she screamed desperately into the night, her voice breaking from the force as she put behind it.

He appeared instantly, the usual vortex of flames escorting him onto the scene. He opened his mouth, no doubt to make a smug retort to Sabrina’s unceremonious summoning, before his eyes fell on you.

“No,” Caliban whispered in disbelief, still frozen on the spot. Blood poured from your abdomen, and the sight of you torn open and half-dead filled him with a sense of gripping terror and worry he had never before experienced. He ran over to you, skidding to a stop on his knees and gently cradling your head in his hands.

“Do something!” Sabrina begged, a sob raking her body. Caliban panicked for a split second, then a solution came to him. It was a last ditch effort kind of plan, but seeing as your eyes had already drifted shut, and your body was growing colder by the second, he knew that he must do something that would absolutely ensure your survival.

“With a desperate heart and no time to waste, I call upon all three Fates!”

In a cloud of smoke, three hooded figures appeared. Each had clouded eyes, long white hair, and greenish-gray, wrinkled skin.

“Fates, I beseech you to save this woman’s life,” Caliban pleaded.

“In exchange for our aid, you must give up the fate you have been pursuing so fiercely.” The Fates spoke in unison, their voices raspy and eerie. “You must cease your pursuit of the throne of Hell, and no longer seek to make Earth the tenth circle.”

“I shall. Here and now, I end my quest to become King of Hell, and remake the Earth as the tenth circle,” Caliban vowed. The lack of hesitation and conviction in his voice astounded each of the Spellman’s, although that was but a minor thought in the back of their minds at the moment. “Just save the woman I love, please.”

The Fates disappeared without another word in another cloud of smoke, at the same moment that a ragged, desperate gasp tore from your lips. The Spellman’s and Caliban all snapped their eyes back down to you. The fatal wound had been healed, and even your clothing was fixed. You sat bolt upright, as if you’d just been necromanced back to life – and, technically, you had. As you looked around at your loved ones, the realization that you were alive and safe sunk in, and you immediately began to cry.

“I saw Dad. I saw him,” you sobbed pitifully, and your family took you into their arms. You despised how weak you sounded, but seeing your father was something you were entirely unprepared for. Caliban rubbed his palm up and down your back, not wanting to interfere with your familial embrace. Still crying into Auntie Zee’s chest, you explained, “I died. I died and Dad was there waiting for me. He hugged me and told me that he was happy to see me, but it wasn’t my time yet.”

It was several minutes before you were able to compose yourself, although you supposed that was somewhat to be expected for someone who had just died then came back to life. After your aunts wiped your tears, you turned around to look at Caliban.

“I know you had something to do with this. We’re all powerless right now, so that is the only explanation,” you whispered. “What did you do?”

Caliban hesitated a moment, so Ambrose answered for him.

“He called upon the Fates. They demanded that he give up the fate he has been pursuing, in order to save you. So, he vowed to give up the throne of Hell, and said it was to save the woman he loves.”

You looked slowly from Ambrose back to Caliban. He appeared slightly perturbed that Ambrose revealed what he’d said in that moment of fear-fueled vulnerability, but didn’t bother to deny it.

“Caliban… is that true?”

“As I’ve told you before: anything for you,” Caliban answered, giving you a soft smile. You threw your arms around his neck, and he immediately wrapped his around your waist.

“I love you,” you murmured, your face buried in his neck. Caliban held you tightly and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“And I love you, little dove.”

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thewritingbasil · 3 years

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First time writing and publishing something like this! I hope you enjoy!

Chrome x modern!Reader

* When you find out Chrome goes out to explore on his own and lives outside the village, you worry about who will notice if something goes wrong. Since you’re curious and also love discovering things and can’t sit still in the village for a long time, you tell Chrome about the modern-day buddy-system idea and start joining him on his expeditions.

* He’d love to take you exploring and show all the exciting things he discovered! He’s never had an exploring buddy before, and while Senkuu does appreciate what he finds, Senkuu spends more of his time creating blueprints and solving problems in the lab and using what he has available, not looking for things that will maybe be helpful in the future. That’s why he trusts Chrome and, now, you to have an eye for materials that will help the Kingdom of Science grow

* At first Chrome has a lot to teach you, like how to notice materials, where to walk, and how to keep track of time and your location especially since you need to get used to not having a cell phone.

* But eventually you become a great explorer in your own right and he has a lot of trust in you as his partner. In fact, he ends up trusting you a lot when the buddy system helps out, like when he once experienced a small cave-in or when he needed emergency first aid.

* You also find things he overlooked because you both tend to look in different directions when you’re searching.

* He loves that someone else shares his love of exploring with him. When he used to search alone, it was very isolating and he could get lost in his head while walking. Now, you remind him about food and he’s willing to take slightly greater risks when trying to reach somewhere because he’s got you as an extra pair of hands and eyes and brain.

* The combined haul is also bigger, which he gets super excited about. You both chatter to each other and compare stashes when you’re organizing what you found into different baskets at the end of the day.

* When Senku compliments you both on the materials found, Chrome proudly grins at you.

* Chrome isn’t just an explorer though, he’s a scientist which means he can’t spend all his time exploring with you. He goes to work with Senkuu while you help out elsewhere because, buddy system! You’re not going on your own.

* If you’re also working in another group like crafts or the power group, you go for a period of time without seeing him because you’re working on different projects.

* However! During your trips, you both became used to showing each other your finds and communicating when working in different sections to know how each other is doing

* He also appreciated the conversations you would bring about the modern world and about yourself, and how you were eager to learn about himself and his village. So he gets used to that routine of you being there to converse with.

* Chrome ends up talking with you during breaks about what the each of you are doing and exciting progress reports and how the materials you found are being put to use. Both of you get excited learning that something you’ve found has a cool scientific purpose/property and you invite each other to stop by and watch it in action.

* He loves seeing your eyes light up in amazement as you watch and praise his work.

* When you show him your group’s work, it’s not as science-y but he acknowledges your skill and hard work and he is also a craftsman and not too strong so whether you’re in the crafting group or power group, you still impress him. He’s not shy about praising you and gives you high fives or says “Baaaad!” This also helps him get along with other people in your group since he and they don’t usually interact.

* Obviously, Chrome would take a long time to realize that he’s fallen in love with you. He’s known Ruri for over 3 years and he still hasn’t figured it out.

* But others start noticing that he goes out of his way to get you to show off something. They’d understand if the project was finished, but when it’s a work in progress, it’s not very impressive to show. But you love it every single time because you’re curious and actually enjoy seeing everything put together little by little. Then, when the project is done, you can visualize the components and hard work that was put in to create it.

* And the villagers watch how he gets more talkative when you show interest and ask questions. He brings up inventions from the modern era that you’ve told him about so you both seem to share a mysterious language that they can’t understand. Some of them start shipping you two long before he notices anything.

* During mealtimes, you sometimes eat together. You talk about your next scavenging trip, new places in the village you haven’t explored, new projects, so many things. You both can get pretty sucked in to your conversations, forgetting the food. However you’re usually the one who finally remembers that you’re eating, and you teasingly shove food in his mouth. Your cheeky grin has blood rushing into his face and he is dazed, until he shakes himself out of it and starts to eat again.

* People are watching and nudging each other.

* Soon, Chrome becomes aware of you in a way he hasn’t before. He can’t help but smile every time you make eye contact. He craves the casual way you touch him and makes sure to be within your arms’ reach so you’re more likely to nudge him or grab him to drag him off somewhere in your excitement.

* When you first met him with Senku and Kohaku, you learned that he liked Ruri and never questioned it since. Whenever he talked about her, you could tell she was special to him. You made teasing jokes like forging a hairpin from iron and giving it to her with the line of “the burning fire in my heart for you was so hot I melted the iron with it” and he got flustered and groaned over the dumb line

* Recently, when you made those types of jokes, he felt conflicted. Part of him still got flustered but when he looked at you grinning and thinking you were oh so clever, he started to wonder why you would act like he liked Ruri when, thinking about it, he liked you...wait what?? He didn’t like you!

* Sure he thought you were cool and fun to hang out with and capable but that’s just something he admires and that’s a good friend, right?

* Right, he thought, shaking his head. You were a trusted partner, he didn’t want to kiss you or anything...

* “What?” You looked over your shoulder at him. “You got quiet over there.” You two were spending the late afternoon before dinner organizing your haul and you had just said that the location today was so beautiful Chrome should show it to Ruri once Senku cured her.

* He stared at your slightly parted lips. Did he want to kiss them? He was a man of science. When he collected rocks and plants, he’d grind, combine, set on fire, and experiment to find out how they reacted. Your mouth was kind of pretty, and yeah maybe he did want to see if kissing you was enjoyable.

* Chrome’s hands stopped working and now he was looking at you with unfocused eyes and a furrowed brow. You paused in your sorting and turned fully towards him. “You got a look on your face. Whatcha thinking about?”

* He is totally used to telling you his ideas so without hesitation, he answers before thinking, “What kissing you would feel like.” Then, he realized what he said. “Noooo! Sorry, that’s creepy right?” He zoomed backwards away from you, almost crashing into a table. How could he say that to you, you were one of his best friends!

* “Uhhh...” Chrome closed his eyes and braved himself for a rejection, ready to be kicked out of his hut for the next hour. “It’s not that creepy, I guess?” He heard you say. Were his ears working properly? He cracked an eye open to peek at you. You grinned awkwardly at him, having one side of your mouth quirked up.

* “Science inquiry, right? Question everything.”

* Maybe it was the afternoon sun or him imagining things, but your face looked a little pink. Kind of tempting. Whoa, did he really like you?

* “I need to figure something out.” He looked at you intensely.

* “Let me in on it, I wanna know.” Before, you had been avoiding eye contact out of shyness but now your eyes looked into his, drawing him closer. His footsteps seemed to be drowned out by the drums in his chest. He was getting nervous.

* He stopped a little ways in front of you. Being so close to you was almost making him lose his nerves. Kissing you? That seemed impossible.

* “Come on, Chrome.” You entwined both of your hands with his and pulled him closer until you were sharing the same air.

* You closed your eyes and patiently waited. Still with his heart beating in his ears, he looked at your long lashes, your eyebrows arched expectantly, and your flushed cheeks.

* You were getting nervous standing there and you bet your hands were all sweaty now. “Did you change your mind?” You did tend to grab him and drag him places. This was something he should be able to choose without being pressured. You started to loosen your hands, and he ripped his hands away.

* Before you could get disappointed, you felt those hands suddenly on the sides of your face and your lips met something soft.

* He was kissing you.

* Despite the sudden kiss, he knew enough to not just smash your lips together. It was much more of a firm press, one that had you craving for more even as butterflies exploded in your stomach and fire rushed over your skin. But you didn’t want to push it. You simply adjusted your lips to overlap better onto his and put your hands on his hips to hold him close.

* After a few seconds, Chrome leaned back with an entirely red face. “Baaaddddd,” he breathed. That had been enlightening. And soft. And pleasurable. Okay yeah, you weren’t just a best friend anymore. If it meant you would look at him like this, wide-eyed and giddy and hungry for more, he wanted to keep kissing you.

* Your hands squeezed his hips nervously, fingers a fluttering pressure on his flesh. “Practice for Ruri?” You asked in the small distance between your mouth and his.

* “Not Ruri,” he said distractedly. His eyes were still dazed and drinking in the tempting picture you made. “I want to kiss you.”

* And your mouth curled up into a pleased grin, looking hard to resist. So he didn’t.

#dr stone imagines #chrome x reader #basil writes #dr stone x reader #chrome #dr stone

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herstarburststories · 4 years

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illicit love

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x reader

Summary: Jensen loves you, but sometimes love isn’t the right thing.

A/N: Hey, guys! All we needed was a newish fic to say that I was really back, here it is! This one goes for @negans-lucille-tblr 6k challenge. So glad you got to another millestone, honey. It's like I was posting my part for your 5k celebration just yesterday! xD Prompt in bold.

Warnings: age gap, cheating

Jensen Ackles kept squinting through the bricks of his memory in an attempt to recall where it all began. Maybe it was when he drove off the road he had known for years with the dumbfounded desire to take the trails yet traveled, threading his fingers through your hair on the night of September 7th. He could’ve chosen the easy out and say it all started to crumble with the first kiss, but no. The actor, father, and now horrible husband highly doubted that. No, as he unwound the convoluted wires in his mind, it wasn’t the first clandestine meeting that he saw as the beginning, not the first kiss or the primal stolen glances. It wasn’t even the lies or the way he pushed his body against yours in an act of illicit faith.

Like any grand mistake, it was way before that. Just like how the church not-so-gently advised, it all starts with craving something you never thought you would want.

It happened when he landed the job in a new series after leaving a fifteen-year-long rollercoaster, pushing away any real witness to the fact the old show that swallowed part of his soul was over. There was a certain shock of excitement misplaced by the fact he was going to be working with Eric again, and that the show was an abrupt change considering what he had been doing previously. Now, he believed it was his body’s particular way of telling him that — as the savage animals can sense rain or a calamity — this, baby, this is gonna change your life.

JENSEN ACKLES CAST AS SOLDIER BOY!

‘’Since when have you read comics?’’ Jensen arched his messy eyebrows at Dee’s curiosity about the Homelander and Soldier Boy panel making it to the screen. Shaking the comic book in his right hand slightly, he continued: ‘’Especially that kind.’’

‘’Never,’’ Danneel stated plainly, “but I have Google. It was pretty much the first thing that appeared.’’

‘’Well, Eric said that scene won't be on the screen. Besides, the portrayal won't be that Soldier Boy, but the original one who died in the war. ‘Course, he wouldn’t have died there in our show, but it ain’t the panel one.’’ He shrugged, bringing her closer to his side as she snuggled against him. ‘’There’ll be a bunch of Herogasm, which is basically drugs and sex. Just not with Homelander.’’

Danneel nodded at his explanation, humor clinging to her words as she added: ‘’Guess the only man I have to share you with is still Jared.’’

‘’Hey, you knew what you were getting yourself into.’’ Jensen scoffed playfully before kissing her cheek. ‘’Can't wait to start the show.’’

Jensen leaned forward to rest the comic that he had been religiously studying to form a psychological character profile on the dashboard of the Impala. The actor was spending plenty of hours inside his most palpable Supernatural souvenir -- Baby. His safe place. He sure as hell needed one of those, as molding a whole character that has a bunch of source material wasn’t as easy as he pictured. With Dean, he was putting himself and the script in one until it made his imaginary best friend. It was love at the first sight. Soldier Boy, however, was a long story short. Jensen figured he should do both, honor the character created and add his own special ingredients to it. It was a brand new kind of passion that he hadn’t done for a series in the longest time. Still, his glance trailed back to the woman by his side in the backseat.

‘’Let's hope it won't last another decade,” she mocked.

Jensen shook his head with a chuckle, relaxing against the leather seat. Even the mere smell of the Impala was enough to settle his nerves. ‘’Eric has plans for five seasons.’’

Danneel’s features contorted as if having war flashbacks. Sort of. She never imagined Supernatural would make it that far, and now with three kids, signing on for another excessively time-consuming idea for a new show didn’t seem too appealing either. Yet, she would support Jensen in any decision he’d take regarding his job. “Remind me the last time I heard that line before?”

‘’Come on.’’ He let out a wry huff, poking her side in a playful manner. She couldn't help but laugh, returning the gesture with tickles to start a very light-hearted battle. He seemed happy with the new job, something Danneel truly thought he would have more difficulty with. She’d pushed her weathered worries away with his easy-going laughter for now.

SOLDIER BOY’S LOVE INTEREST?

Eric Kripke threw the gossip magazine on the table, his eyes not straying from his long-time friend’s. He could’ve simply added the digital article to an irate email and be done with it, but he was a simple man with extravagant taste. That had been usual through his whole career, especially regarding the Supernatural aesthetic. Yet, in those mundane situations, Jensen almost found it too much. That wasn’t the case, though. If anything, the plain, yet still overpowering words that his green eyes scanned made his body sweat. He could even hear his organs working from the absolute silence of the blame that covered the room. Kripke’s room had never seemed more like an interrogation chamber than now.

The magazine in question held Jensen and your picture on the cover, his arms wrapped around your torso as he pulled you close. The most sequin smile hung from your lips like happiness was something that could be touched on that sunny day in the private park near the studio. Giant and garish letters made the headline along with the subline: Jensen Ackles wearing his Soldier Boy costume caught sharing a passionate kiss with the new arrival of The Boy’s Team: Y/N Y/L/N, also known on-screen as Cangaceira!

His voice came out as an accusation: ‘’What’s this, Jensen?’’

‘’We were…’’ The director just waved his hand to interrupt.

‘’Don’t try saying you were practicing a scene because I wrote the Soldier Boy and Cangaceira kiss, and it wasn’t here.’’ Acid tainted his words with no space for fake niceties on his set. Jensen remained in the chair, not even daring to make the most subtle move. Eric knew where he was hitting, and Ackles deserved a punch in the jaw. “The sex scene wasn’t here either, but you two added a lot of erotic subtext. Trust me, I know.’’

His shoulders fell in exhaustion. ‘’Eric…’’

‘’You’re lucky we were going to make those two a couple anyway. I can just put the kiss here and save your ass. What if that wasn’t the case, huh?’’ the director continued, more interested in spilling out his anger than listening to dumb excuses. ‘’What about Danneel, Jensen? You have a wife and kids, for God’s sake!’’

The breaking point. Jensen rose to his feet with sudden frustration, a growl leaving his lips as he pushed the chair to the side with uncharacteristic brutality. How could Eric bring up his family like this? And how could Jensen’s heart not bring them up when he kissed you before? It was all a fucking mess, and he had no choice but to choke down whatever came out of it, even if it was poison and spite.

‘’Fuck, Eric! Do you think I don’t know that? Do you think it doesn’t pull me apart every time I go home and know I’m lying to the people who love me?’’ The vein on his neck popped as he spoke, emotion gushing thicker through his arteries than blood. Woe remerged under his skin as he swallowed dryly, resting his hands on the table and looking down. That wasn’t him. He had done a lot of things that weren't him lately. ‘’I have enough guilt here, pal.’’

Eric just glared down at the man’s outburst, furrowing before asking, ‘’What’s going on, Jay? You don’t just get up and cheat on your wife. That ain’t you.’’

He shook his head. ‘’I don’t know. Y/N’s just…’’

‘’At least 20 years younger than you,” he stated. ‘’Just starting her career and might be getting the homewrecker title if someone finds out.’’

‘’I won’t let that happen.’’

‘’How? You are gonna be more careful or will you cut it out and go back to your wife and three kids?’’ When Ackles didn’t respond, Eric sighed. ‘’Just stop this, Jensen. Let her go.’’

Jensen scoffed humorlessly. ‘’I can’t.’’

Kripke felt like talking to a teenager. He shook his head as he got up. ‘’Do you have any idea what you’re doing here? This could destroy your family, destroy Y/N’s chance to make a name when you already have your own. That’s selfish in all proportions, Jensen!’’

‘’I know, I know.’’

‘’She deserves more than this and —’’

‘’I know.’’

‘’You are gonna mess up everyone’s lives —’’

‘’I know!’’ He slammed the table and winced, turning around with his hands on his head. If only he could stop his thoughts for a second and reorganize his feelings. ‘’Do you think it doesn’t rip my heart out that I can’t love her?’’

‘’Who?’’ The burning question was ready to set everything ablaze. ‘’You can’t love Y/N, or you can’t love your wife anymore, Jensen?’’

He couldn’t love you in public. He couldn’t love Danneel anywhere. Love just escaped through his reaches when you spoke his name like a prayer, and it was time to accept that.

‘’Both.’’

NO CHICK FLICK MOMENTS: SOLDIER BOY AND CANGACEIRA TALK ABOUT WHAT TO EXPECT FROM THEIR RELATIONSHIP

‘’It's amazing to portray with Jensen. I’ve watched Supernatural since I was like twelve, which probably isn't advisable.’’ You chortled, answering the reporter’s question. Your body could barely contain your excitement under your skin, although, why would you want that? You did it. You got the job you had dreamed and worked hard for. To a bonus, you were working with Jensen Ackles! If there was someone that had earned the right to scream to the sky until your face was the color of the red carpet your heels currently stood on, it was you. ‘‘I was even a Samgirl!’’

Jensen faked a gasp next to you, a light spectrum surrounding the interview. ‘’Really? Me too!’’

You pushed his shoulder playfully while he chuckled. ‘’Anyway, I'm very excited to be here and portray a strong latina superhero. The representation’s very important, and to be able not only to cherish it, but to be a part of it doing what I love and inspiring people like me is… mythical.’’

‘’Wow, woman!’’ Ackles pursed his lips, clapping a little before shifting his gaze from you to the reporter. ‘’She likes the big words. I swear, dude. She’ll just come and in like, a casual conversation, say something like gelid or whilst, and then she's gonna say dumbass. Both sound smart as heck.’’

You winked. ''It's the accent. Makes everything sound nice.”’

Jensen nodded but was quick to sprinkle in an incendiary remark to his compliments. ‘’Yeah, I have never seen someone confuse coach and couch before. Go sit on the coach got a lot of wrong ideas.’’

‘’Hey, you sat on the coach!’’

‘’Because I’m a good boy.’’

You rolled your eyes despite the grin on your lips. ‘’Sure, mister hours-to-get-ready.’’

‘’Hey, plenty of face masks are needed to keep this — ’’ He pointed at his face. ‘’at fourteen.’’

‘’All I hear is that you’re old.’’ Your eyebrows knitted together. Jensen licked his lips at the sight. On any other day, he’d pick you up, say I’m gonna show you who’s old, and enjoy where your teasing had gotten you two, but he couldn’t do it now. You’d get what was coming to you after the event, perhaps even under the table if your dress allowed it, or in the bathroom, if you kept going.

The mischievous smirk on your cherry-stained lips proved that you knew what was going through his mind. God, you were his sweet death. Nonetheless, Jensen sighed dramatically and looked at the camera. ‘’This is what I have to deal with every day.’’

The reporter went on, happily surprised about how comfortable you and Jensen seemed together. Usually, new coworkers were timider around each other during interviews, especially when they were a romantic pair. The journalist decided to try getting a little sneak peek of the couple aspects of Soldier Boy and Cangaceira.

‘’It's definitely interesting.’’

‘’But not in the best way.’’ The only thing more messed up than Jensen’s relationship with you was the correlation between your characters. At least you and he had the purity of love, even if it was twisted enough to turn heads and churn stomachs

‘’Certainly not in the best way.’’ You agreed, bringing him back into reality as always. ‘’It's really nice to explore a couple that doesn't consist of two white people getting to it like most main characters of the shows in our current climate. It’s not the kind of relationship you should be rooting for — not because it's interracial or anything, that's pretty much the biggest, if not only, positive aspect about those two — but because they aren’t healthy at all, just as all main relationships in our show. It's not a romance series, and we certainly don't treat our couples like it.’’

‘’Told you she is the beauty and the brains.’’ His cheeks dimpled with joy and pride as he looked at you. Jensen knew how excitedly nervous you were about that interview. He couldn’t wait to tell you how great you were like you were born to sell dreams and magazines. ‘’But yeah, it’s a messed up relationship like any other in The Boys. After all, it's not a respectful, wholesome show. It's about gritty superheroes that ain’t got heroism. Soldier Boy isn't a good guy, and it translates in his relationship too.’’

You nodded in agreement, brushing his arm to keep you sane. ‘’It’ll be an interesting dynamic to see on-screen to our show standards, but it's not an actual picture of how a relationship should be.’’

THE BOYS 100TH EPISODE PARTY!

The glimmer of his green comet eyes caught your undivided attention in the throngs of people. The crowd had gathered for his family, his arm around his wife's waist as you both shared a tender, stolen look. You savored her wine and yearned for the man in her arms.

It was just a small celebration due to COVID’s lasting effects on public events. People from the set and their significants together were in the Ackles house for a couple of drinks, small talk, and a cake with The Boy’s comics printed on it.

‘’Aunt Y/N!’’ JJ tugged your dress, her mix of Danneel and Jensen’s features almost haunting your soul. Almost. You would never despise a kid for that — you didn’t even have the right to. If anything, JJ was the one that would graduate to hating you someday. You didn't have enough youthful stupidity not to know the risks of being in love with a married man. ‘’Auntie!’’

You leaned in the most that you could with the red skirt, glancing at the child. ‘’Yes, honey?’’

‘’That’s my new Barbie! I bought a beach one! She looks like you!’’ the blonde kid said with a childish joy that ached in your heart. You could end up destroying her family’s stability if Jensen went any further, yet there she was; buying dolls that looked like you and so happily babbling about it.

You were a monster. Love opened you up and planted greedy seeds, and now you were a monster growing like a beautiful tree that could never be strong enough to hold a kid as they climbed up. The fact that you could sense Jensen’s eyes on your ass didn’t help one bit.

‘’She does! That’s so cute, JJ.’’

‘’You can be her. I have one who looks like mommy, I’ll be her, ‘kay?’’

Your nausea was replaced by a pageant smile and a nod, and so you spent the night sharing longing stares with the dad and playing dolls with the daughter. It was a role that was never yours.

ILLICIT AFFAIR? JENSEN ACKLES SEEN ON THE BEACH WITH Y/N Y/L/N

‘’I can’t believe you did this to me, to our family,‘’ Danneel screamed exasperatedly as she threw her clothes in a bag and heart on the wall. Jensen just stood there, accepting the deserved fury. ‘’Ten years of my life, Jensen, and you just threw it away for a mistress! I gave up on my job to be a stay at home mom because you didn’t want a babysitter. I supported you in every moment. I loved you!’’

‘’I’m sorry…’’

‘’You don’t get to be sorry,” she howled, glaring at him with the hatred of an overthrown nation. She felt like he got to the podium and forgot to say her name. ‘’You let that woman get in my house, drink my wine, talk to my children…’’

Reflexively, he said, ‘’Our.’’

‘’Shut the fuck up! There’s no ours anymore, no us!’’ Her words had garnered a learned violence, much louder than the sound of the zipper closing her duffel bag. She threw the CC exclusive on the floor, holding onto the handle for dear life. He didn’t deserve to see her breaking, only her anger. ‘’You destroyed our family, you destroyed me!’’

He pleaded, unable to discern if it was for her or the guilt: ‘’Dee.’’

‘’I hope you’re happy. I hope you go to her, get her to sleep on our bed, and be happy for a month.’’ She gulped, pursing her lips. Her glossy eyes coupled with the pink hue of her lipstick brought back a treacherous memory of their wedding day. ‘’And then, I hope she cheats, like you did to me.’’

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husbandograveyard · 3 years

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Chapter II: The Stem

Chapter Summary: So, you’re interning with Hawks. And he’s even more perfect from up close. If only it weren’t so hard to actually get close.

Chapter Warnings: Pining, secondhand embarrassment, tiniest mention of blood.

Word Count: 2.5k

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Even though your love had been growing for a pretty long time, it was now in a deep slumber. Sometimes, to wake something up, a good shaking is needed. But sometimes, a single moment can be enough already.

In your hero training, you had learned very early on that nerves were not necessarily a bad thing. The adrenaline could be used to push yourself a little bit past your limits every time you felt your heart thumping in your chest and the blood rushing through your veins. Nervousness, much like fear, was just a bodily response to a situation, a way of your body telling you ‘Okay, we’re ready for whatever is coming’.

Only today you weren’t facing a villain, quite the opposite. You were literally about to meet your hero, and you were more nervous about it than you thought you would be.

It was still remotely quiet on the streets. It was way too early for most people to be out yet. You weren’t exactly sure as to why Hawks would let an intern start this early, but you had mentally chuckled at your own thought of Hawks being an early morning bird. Maybe that would be a perfect joke to crack to diffuse any nervous tension, or maybe that was a terrible idea. You didn’t even know if you would be able to speak properly the moment you’d come face to face to the man that you had been trying to meet again for such a long time.

You slipped your phone in your pocket after checking the time for the sixth time that morning. Being a little early was considered polite, being half an hour too early was not. You didn’t want to come across as a nervous over-achiever who couldn’t even read a clock properly, but you had to admit that you hadn’t been able to close an eye that night, and had decided to get up and get ready earlier than anticipated, thus arriving at Hawks’ agency building more than an hour early.

‘Time for another walk around the block’ you told yourself as you turned to the side to walk around the block once more. If anything, you were getting a good idea of what the general neighborhood around the agency looked like, something that could only help you if you were to patrol around the agency soon.

“L/n Y/n?”

You had barely taken a step to get started on your fourth walk for the morning when you heard a familiar yet strange voice call out your name. Your head whipped around to look at the source of the sound, only to see him standing there.

“Mr Hawks! Sir!” You stumbled over your words, scrambling to turn around and bow at the same time to greet your new mentor. You felt the blood rush through your face, your heartbeat loud and clear in your ears as you tried to hide your embarrassment for the words you just said and the fact that you had been idling in front of his agency for long enough to be noticed.

You heard him chuckle. You stood up straight again, only to see him dismissively wave his hand in front of him. “Oh please, none of those formalities. They make me feel incredibly old. Keigo is fine in here, just Hawks when we’re outside. We will be working together after all.”

You nodded eagerly, still a little shaken from the sudden confrontation. You were feeling starstruck, you were finally meeting your idol, your hero, but at the same time, there was still the familiarity of seeing the little boy from the hallway, all grown up. It gave you the weirdest feeling, a strange sense of déjà vu, a tingle that started in your stomach and then spread over your entire body. You couldn’t put a name on it, but it felt exciting.

“I’m sorry I am so early.”

“No worries, I have been here for a couple of hours already. Night shift.”

You nodded again and followed him as he walked inside, but not before pointing up at a point a little above the door you had been idling in front of earlier. “The cameras picked you up about an hour ago, I recognized you immediately.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He recognized you? Could it be that he remembered you? Even after all those years? The mere idea made you feel all warm and fuzzy.

“You really look exactly like the pictures on your resumé.”

Your heart dropped as Hawks continued to speak, he didn’t even notice your sudden lift and drop in mood. It was over before he could even face your way.

“Thought I’d come retrieve you and show you around before you were gone again walking around the block.”

You laughed nervously, apologetically. You were feeling like a fool. Of course he wouldn’t recognize you. It had been years. He had been trained, became famous. He had met so many people, seen so many faces. Of course he’d forget someone he knew when he was five? seven? Even you had a hard time pinpointing the age you had been and the memories played in over and over in your head like a broken record. For him, they were probably nothing more than a blur, something that had to be erased from his memory to make room for things that were so much more important.

Hawks showed you around the building. The agency didn’t employ a lot of people. “I am too fast for most sidekicks to keep up with, they’re more so a cleanup team than anything else.” There were a few offices: “The administrative team saves my life. They take over all the things that I simply don’t have the time for. But reports and such are important, they probably tell you that plenty at UA.”

You could only nod and try and remember as much as you could before the tour ended. There was only one other person in the building besides you and Hawks, because you were so early, and the people taking the day shift would arrive a little later. Most other employees had been sent home for the day, the night shift had been very uneventful Hawks had told you and he had added that it was how it should be.

He had shown you to a small office space, across the main office, where he sat. “Not often, because I rarely do my own paperwork. Most of what I do is patrols, the occasional actual hero work when crime happens and a whole lot of set work for magazines, commercials… those things.” That matched the image you had made up in your mind of him. He definitely didn’t seem like the type to waste away many hours behind a desk. None of the top pro heroes seemed the type to be honest, with a few exceptions like Nighteye maybe.

“Himari is the head of administration, she does most of my planning and such. I just check my phone calendar and she tells me where to be. You’ll spend quite a lot of time with her. You can wait in her office for now.”

You walked into the door that he held open, taking a seat across the neatly organized desk. You turned around in your seat as you noticed Hawks not following. “I’m going home for a quick nap, I have some shoots in the afternoon. Good luck Y/n.”

With that, he closed the door and left you alone in the office. You had a few moments of silence, a few minutes of rest before the internship would turn into actual work, and you made great use of them to calm down. Nearly an hour had passed since Hawks had picked you up at the entrance and showed you around the agency. Time had flown by, and it had been hard to focus within Hawk’s presence. He seemed so easygoing, so laid back. A lot of his hero persona seemed genuine, and you found this a very attractive trait. And truth be told, his personality wasn’t the only attractive thing.

You coughed to clear your throat and your own mind. You were here to grow as a hero. Surely, you had your ulterior motive of wanting to reconnect with your little childhood friend, but the more you thought about it now that you were here, the more that seemed like a bad idea. Your gut was contradicting your brain, because even the little contact just now was enough to make you crave more somehow.

Your thoughts were interrupted by someone entering the office you were sitting in. A beautiful looking young woman entered and approached you to shake your hand.

“You must be y/n, I’m Himari.”

You stood up, murmuring a “Nice to meet you” back as you shook her hand, a little disoriented from your thoughts being interrupted so suddenly.

“Welcome here. I will be your go-to for all your questions and concerns during your internship with Hawk’s agency. ”

“Thank you.”

“I am assuming you want to spend as much time as possible with Hawks himself, and while I will be doing my best to assign you things that will allow you to work with him, I must warn you… He is a bit of a loner when it comes to hero work. He’s too fast for most to keep up with.”

You nodded understandingly, Hawks was notorious for his speed and he had said it so himself earlier as well. You were still hoping there was some role left for you out in the field. You were by no means future top ten material, but you were definitely working hard enough to make a name for yourself in school. You were sure there were some ways in which you could even be useful to someone like Hawks.

Himari continued: “that being said. Would you be up for some media work? It’s all part of being a hero too, and Hawks doesn’t mind some company when he’s out on set.”

You blinked a couple times. While she was right, PR work was a lot of a pro’s job, you hadn’t even considered it being part of your internship. Especially not next to someone like Hawks.

“I don’t… I-”

Himari laughed. “Oh don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it seems. And it’ll be a great way to get your face out there for future job opportunities.”

You nodded, because she was right. There was nothing to lose if you’d do this, and it seemed like the best way to actually spend time with Hawks.

“You’re right, it’s a very good opportunity. I would like to try it out.”

She nodded and grabbed a pen, moving behind her desk to scribble some things down.

“Well… other than that I have a variety of work for you. Do you have something to write with? Because this might be a lot to take in all at once.”

You panicked a little. You had put a snack, some drinks and all the essentials in your bag to take with you, but pen and paper, something you’d never failed to bring to school, was something you now completely forgot to bring here. Your panic was only short lived when Himari slid a notebook and a pen across the desk for you to take. You mumbled a thanks as she started to list up all your possible tasks and what would be expected from you if they’d be assigned to you.

The list seemed endless and your hand was a little sore when she finally stopped talking and you had a vague idea of all the things they could possibly ask from you. Nothing your training at UA hadn’t prepared you for, and yet, seeing it all stacked up like this in a nice list made it seem a little overwhelming. The most disappointing part of it all was the amount of tasks you had put a little star next to: the things where you would actually be working together with Hawks.

The first couple of days you only ran into him sporadically, doing some patrols with another sidekick, filing reports, helping Himuri with contacting certain brands for advertising… Hawks stopped by your office twice to check up on you, and both those moments, you felt like you were on top of the world. Despite working very hard and most of the time not really doing the work you were hoping to do, the little moments you got to spend with him, where you were important enough to him to just come say hi to, made it all worth the hard work.

Today’s meeting had been especially motivating. He sat on your desk, telling you that he had heard great things about Himari of your work. You could only smile and thank him profusely, your heart racing the moment he smiled and winked at you. “Let’s hope you do just as well on set tomorrow.”

You choked on air while trying to form a response and coughed a couple times. The wink had activated a whole new level of butterflies and you felt almost embarrassed to admit that at this point, you were actually developing a crush on your mentor, your childhood friend, even though he had no idea who you are besides a hardworking intern. You knew you’d be accompanying him on a commercial shoot the next day, you had not expected to actually get involved in the shooting.

“I will do my best to not disappoint you si- I mean Hawks.”

He laughed. His eyes closed, shoulders shaking. A genuine laugh. It was a little loud, and with anyone else, you’d have thought it insincere. But from him, it was the best thing you’d heard in a while.

“No need to be nervous, I’ll help you through it. After all, it’s only natural that I’d actually do some mentor work, right?” He smiled again, and you could only nod, clearing your throat as you tried to get rid of an itch that had persisted after the coughing fit.

“I’ll leave you to your paperwork for now. I’ll see you tomorrow y/n.”

“I look forward to working with you tomorrow.”

“Oh and Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t be an hour early, if you sleep in, you’ll make life easier for the people doing the make-up.”

He chuckled, closing the door behind him as you looked down at your paper in embarrassment. You knew he was kidding, but still felt a little ashamed every time he referenced the hour you had been waiting at the front door when you just started. You wiped away a droplet of spittle that had flown from your mouth in the earlier coughing fit, grabbing a tissue to clean the tiny spot from your desk. You were shocked to see the little patch on your tissue was red.

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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Humans are Space Orcs, “Speaking with light.”

Been a busy week, and I have been having to do a lot of my writing during the quiet moments at work. Plus I have also reached the climax on the book, so that is taking up a lot of my time. So this week I am ping to be doing miscellaneous stories based on requests some of you have given me

They watched from below the darkness, an expanse of blank sometimes light by the beautiful light of their hot red star. They knew what it was, despite their inability to see like others, they understood much and knew much more. Across the salted, barren wastes of their planet stretching for miles in all directions dark like the sky except for where their star warmed it.

They expected the visitors to return long before the visitors knew that they might . It was inevitable and so they waited very patiently floating about their sunny planet, soaking up the heat from their glorious creator above.

That is until the day a spark of light glorious light lit up the sky in the distance, and they turned themselves to face it. They knew this light, cause by the fusion of particles together, and finally the burning of fuel, It was a strange suite, a glorious little piece of light glowing down from above.

It was good, and they waited.

It landed not far off from them brightening the dark desert with it’s light. They did not approach, knowing that the creatures would come to them and so they waited. Eons they had waited and eons more they would be willing to wait. Time was like the glowing of the brightness in the sky above, it was immortal and forever, ethereal, eternal and passing.

Little sparks of light appeared on the horizon moving towards them shedding heat in familiar patterns that waved and undulated in pulses off their bodies. There were more than one of them now, more than one type as well in many sizes and shapes.

***

“But how can we know they are friendly?” Sunny asked her breath fogging up the inside of her helmet.

Outside, Krill floated happily along, soaking up the burning light of the star above his head tilted back as if he was enjoying himself. Despite the high oxygen content, there was still more than enough carbon for him to breath. While the humans and Sunny could probably take off their suits, they oud be at risk for quick and coming oxygen poisoning due to the extreme content in the air about them.

Admiral Vir stepped ahead of them, “They saved my life, so I think it is safe to assume that they are at least friendly.”

“Or they had no idea what they were saying at the time.” Sunny muttered to herself

They walked across the open dessert, their feet crunchin against the salt leaving mild indentations where they feet passed. Everything was so blinding here, even the sky seemed white against the blazing star overhead (a blue giant)

One of the hottest and brightest stars in existence.In the distance Sunny thought she saw a structure poking out over the horizon.

It wasn’t much, simply a large covered gazebo almost, with walls made out strange white/cream material carved into elaborate organic shapes. Out of all the things in the galaxy thy had seen, this was…. This was one of the strangest and most alien things.

Generally the civilizations tended to have things in common. And that was city structures and geometric architecture, but not these creatures. It was almost like walking up to a giant onion that had been carved out and molded into flowing spiral shapes up the sides.

Sunny could see the creatures now, floating there, as if waiting for them. They were grey in color, their the ends of their tentacles trended towards a strange bluish color tipped in pink.

Large, protrusions, almost like elephant ears stuck out from the sides of their six foot bodies flapping slowly like the fins of a stingray.

“Amazing.” one of the scientists said a xenobiologist who had accompanied them.

The rundi./vrul pair of xenolinguistics seemed very interested as well.

“And you said they do not speak?” One of them asked

Adam Vir nodded, “No, I think they might communicate through radio transmission as the vrul and the Mikes can, but I would be lying if I said I knew for sure, The Lumin are still as much a mystery to me as they are to you.”

“And you said they saved your life?”

“Yes, it was strange, like they knew exactly what to do. Hard to explain.”

“Well, hopefully we can make some sense of them before the day is out.”

Adam nodded his head and slowly took front as the others fell into step behind him. They were almost to the font of the large alien structure, watched by the strange floating creatures and their waving tentacles.

Adam paused before one of them not more than six feet away.

He raised his hands to his helmet and unlatched it with a hiss throwing his head back a little and taking in a gulp of high concentrated oxygen.

It felt fine for now, but he only had a little while before he would have to return to the suit.

He raised a hand, “Remember me?” He wondered, knowing that they couldn’t hear him so keeping his voice low.

The creature ahead of him billowed and undulated before floating softly forward and reaching out with one of its delicate tentacles. He kept his hand held up as the creature wrapped a tentacle around his wrist, prodding at his fingers arna farms with the pod-like structure at the end of the tentacle.

He smiled, “I thought you might. I remember you.”

It floated a little forward, tentacles reaching out, primarily its two front tentacles, longer than the others, which brushed through his hair and slowly ran down his face. The skin of the creature was soft and delicate, like the lips and nose of a horse, almost velvety somehow.

HE took his hand and gently wrapped his fingers around one of it’s tentacles, rubbing his thumb over its skin in a, hopefully, calming gesture, “We come in peace he muttered to himself.

***

Their light shone in great pulsing waves from their skin, shedding heat and light like dying stars. Their warmth, and the light they brought was pleasant,, and the Lumin welcomed it. For sure they welcomed the creature, who took off the casing from around its body, and shed its heat on them personally. They knew this creature, recognized him from long ago as his heat was something they ememembered, and the patterns with which it rolled over its skin.

They did not recognize the other creatures , some of them in shapes that they did not know, and shedding less light than the first, who shone like a beacon. They greeted it with pleasure and joy at it’s return. They had missed it’s light, and craved having some so close,even now.

The burning light of their own little colony greeted it with softness and was, in return rewarded with such.

Together, the Lumin inched forward floating to greet the others as they were instructed by their leader. They came in groups of two touching and prodding at the strange new subjects, who made no sound.

There was one creature, however, that was not so quiet. It burned surprisingly cold compared to the others and was only really a shadow in comparison. But it let of a strange sort of hissing buzzing that made their radio antenna rattle a bit.

They swarmed around it in surprise, pleasantly shocked and pleased when it floated up to meet them, much smaller but quite similar. It had no tentacles but many legs, and there was evidence that it could understand the silent, bright ones that hung around it.

They buzzed in excitement and the creature buzzed back

Extraordinary, and exciting.

It was a pleasure that the creature had returned with friends.

***

The swarm of Lumin took each of them by the hand and gently pulled them back towards the shade. Adam was more than thankful for the sun was hurting his eyes, something terrible.

“They seem happy to see us.:” Sunny mused, “Though I have no idea why.”

“Are you always this suspicious?” Adam wondered.

“Forgive me for being cautious.”

They were brought into the center of the room, and clustered about by the large glowing creatures. Adam smiled and remained still as more of the creatures floated by rubbing their tentacles against the hair on his had, in what seemed like some sort of greeting, though he could have been very wrong.

“I can hear them.” krill muttered staring around at their hosts with wide eyes.

Adam sat up, “You can!”

“Yes, it is like a distant humming that rises and falls in pitch, though I am afraid much of it might be outside of m range of hearing.”

“Alright everyone, turn on your radio receivers and see if that makes any sort of difference.”

They did as he ordered, and he did the same clipping the specially designed earpiece to his ear.

He turned it on, “Testing, one two, can you hear me.”

All around them the lumin billowed and spun. At first he worried that he had somehow bothered or offended them, but the way they touched his hands after he spoke made it seem that it was good news.

“I think they can hear you, and the best part is they understand that it’s you.”

“Well technically since radio frequencies are a form of light, it means they can see you.” Krill added

Adam turned his head to frown at Krill, “Just go ahead and kill the moment why don’t you.”

“I was just correcting your science.”

“No one likes a know it all, Krill.” He glanced over at the scientists, “Anyway, is this something that we can make sense of?”

The two of them had their heads together whispering together, and when he spoke they looked up, “It is hard to say. I believe their language works in oscillation of radio waves, though the patterns are going to be hard to decipher. They do not have individual words, and because of this I think it is a possibility that they may not speak in…. Specifics if that makes sense.””

“Will we be able to communicate with them at all?”

“I think it could be possible.” hold on

It was just then that Adam heard a strange static in one ear and was suddenly confused when he heard his own voice repeated back at him through what seemed to be TV static.

He turned to stare at the Lumin, which lay a tentacle on his shoulder. It looked like it was staring directly at him.

He heard his voice repeated back at him, “Will we be able to communicate with them at all?”

The scientists stared, “They are mimicking your radio signals back…. This might be possible after all.”

***

They were a very old species, they were a very wise species. These were not the only ones who had come before, and they would not be the last to come. When they changed their vibrating voices to vibrating waves of light, the Lumin understood. Not so much the words, but the meaning.

As before, they were very old and very wise.

They understood light in a way that it was not understood by anyone else.

They understood the fluctuation in the bodies before them, they understood the fluctuation in the radio signals all around them. There was nothing that they did not understand

Happiness burned bright from the creatures as they mimicked their light back at them. They wanted to communicate, and the Lumin wanted to speak back. They wanted to speak and make peace with these strange curious creatures.

The Lumin understood, and they felt the heat and the light brighten as they made physical contact with the creatures. Physical contact brought out familiarity and warth, bring up the heat even higher than it was before. It worked the most on the one they knew from before.

As it spoke to them, filling their eyes with its light, it ran its strange appendages through theirs, the little tentacles at the end of its fingers winding about them and then letting go, allowing them to slip through. It’s hands were gentle, and they saw no malice from it.

Of course, they knew what the creature was. They knew it had danger.

With the heat it produced it was clearly a consumer, and producing more heat and light than others it was a predator. Predators were the most beautiful with their great ebbing and flowing light, despite how dangerous they were, through the lumin were not one to judge.

They were not difficult to understand, these creatures.

It was not so hard to parse out what they were thinking and saying. They clearly wanted to know how the Lumin communicated, they wanted knowledge that the Lumin were willing to give them. With their great knowledge they would help. They knew these creatures did not speak like the lumin did. They did not speak as a collective, but as individual voices taking turns.

The lumin could do that if they so wished, but after a thousand yars they saw no need.

It was not their desire to speak separately from each other if they did not have to.

So The lumin fed them phrases slowly, and mimicked their own, extrapolating the information from the patterns of light.

Lumin understood light more than they understood anything else.

Light was sacred.

Light was pure.

And now that these creatures spoke with light, they could speak back to them.

THey noticed things.

Words that referenced the self, and words that referenced others. They understood when the creatures were talking bout them and when they were talking about each other.

Slowly they were beginning to understand, and when they understood, every one of them understood with greater comprehension.

It would not be long before they understood completely.

***

Adam Sat on the floor next to one of the lumin, who floated with its tentacles dragging along the ground.

He held one of it’s front tentacles in his palm as if they were holding hands, “We come in peace.”

The creature stared at him, its large flaps billowing slowly as if underwater.

“We.” It repeated back,, and as it did it waved a tentacle towards the others, and then around to him.

He nodded eagerly, “We, yes.”

The scientists stared on in awe, “How they can understand us so quickly…. I…. Its almost a miracle. How….”

Adam paused looking up at the creature, “They must be far more intelligent than any creature that we have ever discovered. There is no other explanation.”

“They do not seem to have a word that includes me or I just we and us. It is as if they think as a collective.”

Krill shifted and buzzed a bit, floating closer to one of the creatures, “IF they were able to think as one miind, than it would make sense that they could be so intelligent. A single brain that large working on one problem. There is nothing that they could not do.”

“Than why havent they bothered to leave their planet?” Sunny wondered staring at them with her eyes still narrowed.

Adam placed his hand against the creature rubbing over it’s soft skin, “I think…. Well I think they don’t WANT to leave.”

“What gives you that impression?”

“Because….. wellI don’t know. Its just when they speak, it seems so peaceful…. As if they could want for nothing more.”

“Now your just making things up,” Krillannounced

Adam rolled his eyes, “Whatever you say. I still think that they are…. Peaceful, tranquil almost.

“Wish I could have some of that.” one of the marines muttered, twisting one of the creature’s tentacles through his fingers and then letting it billow away.

“Now we just let the linguists do what they need to do, and hopefully this is communication that we can have sooner rather than later.”

***

They began at first with words, their light had a system of communicating. And when more abstract concepts came, they were s"end strange impressions of…. images , light brought still to their minds.

It was a strange way to communicate, but any light was important, any light was accepted, and so they brought the light into themselves, and they understood it like none could understand.

The light was what they lived for.

The light is what they hoped for.

The first words that were spoken between the two species and understood was.

“We are here.”

When they had to leave, the Lumin hoped for a return, and received it. The light passed overhead many times as they came and went, and the lumin understood more and more.

The first words that were really understood between the two was.

“We come in peace.”

And the lumin responds.

“We accept your peace.”

The lumin could understand them and they could understand the lumin.

Together they shared light and all was well

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‘Dracula’ and ‘Doctor Who’. Blood is testimony

Stephen Moffat is often accused of using similar plots, repeating the same plot lines, and returning to a number of his favorite ideas.

Moffat really develops a certain set of specific, quite recognizable topics, and in his different scripts, he one way or another tells similar stories.

But with his recurring motives and ideas, as, indeed, with another stuff, not everything is so simple.

First, the outstanding authors are most often accompanied by craving for certain narratives and archetypal forms, as well as cross-cutting themes. Some of this authors create ‘frames’ for these ideas in the form of multivolume novels or novel cycles, others devote wreaths of sonnets and collections of stories to their favorite topic, and others choose whole genres for reflection on issues that are important to them. I think that none of those reading this article will have any difficulties with examples.

Secondly, there are not so many really interesting stories.

And thirdly, repetitions can be different. Like any feature, it can exist on its own, or it can – if the author has a large-scale talent – become another way to tell a story like no one else do.

In Stephen Moffat's case, we are dealing with a very unique situation where the author's stories are literally read through one another.

I will make a separate reservation: I am not talking about postmodern ‘intertextuality’ – a vile definition for references and quotations that have existed in literature since the emergence of storytelling and are news only for postmodernists themselves – but about a peculiar use of certain plots and motives.

If you want, you can find a huge number of such things in Moffat's scripts. The viewers who have been closely following his work since the period when he became the showrunner of Doctor Who will immediately name a dozen of them. But I would like to dwell on one example – the newest one for today.

When the TV series Dracula by Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss was released on BBC and Netflix in 2020, some viewers noted the similarity of its style, and in some places, the plot outline, with Doctor Who, and directly called the main character of the film, Agatha Van Helsing, the female version of the Doctor.

The first is obvious, and the second is quite understandable in light of the two years earlier release (absolutely disastrous, in my opinion) of the eleventh and twelfth seasons of Doctor Who.

But the beauty of both Moffat's game and the whole story is that there`s not Agatha who is the Doctor here.

Yes, by all appearances, it is this brave, interested in science, well acquainted with evil, fighting against it and even – partly – traveling through time, the heroine who seems most suitable for the role of the Doctor in the new setting. There was a calculation for this: Moffat, during his time as the showrunner of the series, who, it seems, tried all the plot possibilities except this one, and who left on the eve of the epochal transformation of the character, it would seem, had to offer the audience his version of the female Doctor. Well, he did: on the surface. As if he said: ‘Here is a heroine with such qualities. This is how you imagine her, isn`t it? Well, get it.’

And inside this shell, as inside the unfortunate Jonathan Harker (Moffat, as a true Briton, uses materialized metaphors and often literally shows what he means), there is another story.

In order to understand it, you need to take a close look at Dracula and – at Doctor Who written by Moffat.

With Dracula everything is simple. As soon as you start looking for the main character of this film who: a) lives for several centuries; b) collects human stories; c) travels in time; d) always has one or more people next to him – you instantly find him. And if you've watched an entire episode and a half and still don't understand anything, in the middle of the second one you will hear a direct quote.

'The sophistication of a gentleman, Agatha, is always a veneer.'

'Even a gentleman like Mr. Balaur?'

'Mr. Who?'

But that's just one detail.

A deeper level opens if you try to read Dracula through Doctor Who itself.

In the Christmas special Twice upon a time, which ends the last season, written by Stephen Moffat, the plot is centered on the Doctor's encounter with strange creatures, as if made of glass, which are living vaults of memory. The episode itself is full of layered ideas and references. But for us now only one dimension is important.

At the very end of the special, the Doctor addresses the glass creatures with an ardent speech – one of those that he loves so much.

‘You're just memories, held in glass. Do you know how many of you I could fill? I would shatter you. My testimony would shatter all of you. A life this long, do you understand what it is? It's a battlefield. And it's empty. Because everyone else has fallen.’

Does this remind you of anything?

It seems to me that this is a literal description of what is happening with Dracula.

What he says throughout the film, and what Agatha did not understand even at the end, because in order to understand this, you had to live his life.

And in order to understand this whole context, you need to understand that the Doctor was never a good guy. He always said this to everyone but no one believed him.

No one believed the stories of the horror before which entire civilizations tremble, about a creature that destroyed its entire species in order to stop the most destructive war in history, about the person who does not need weapons so that the captains of warships flocked from the most distant corners of the Universe, after listening to him for a couple of minutes, ran away without looking back.

The Doctor was never a good guy, but just as important, he always knew it. For the Doctor of Russell T. Davis, this position looks like a fact with which neither the character himself nor the people around him and aliens are very inclined to interact. I guess it’s a matter of Davis’ very outlook on the story and perhaps his own worldview.

But the Doctor of Moffat is a hero who lives with this knowledge and with the impossibility of passing this knowledge on to others.

Because the Doctor is always the one they are waiting for, the one they go to for advice, the one with whom they travel around the Universe, the one who opens the door to the magical world, the one they hope for.

He is never the one who sits on the roof of the TARDIS, surrounded by the loneliness of the starry sky. Not someone who lives longer than any human being, not someone who knows what it means to make monstrous decisions in circumstances that most of us cannot imagine.

And the one in whom there is so much testimony that it is able to break the vessel that they will try to fill with.

In Dracula, all these details, motives, and meanings are repeated sequentially.

The most obvious is ‘blood is testimony’. This is not self-quotation, as it might seem, but a literal proposal of the author to look in a certain direction.

The blood in Dracula is not only memory. It's also a way to watch. And to see a bright and diverse world, which otherwise would have become boring long ago.

In the fifth season of Doctor Who, there is a moment when Eleventh says to Amy Pond, ‘You don't understand. I have the whole Universe in my backyard. I'm used to it. I don’t notice it. But when you appear, I look with your eyes. And it becomes a miracle again.’*

In this sense, the ‘brides’ and everyone that Dracula ate are in some way his companions. If you remember what a great sense of guilt towards most of his companions the Doctor felt and how some of them ended up, the comparison turns out to be not so poor.

Dracula, like the Doctor, has companions with whom he has a very special relationship that he cannot explain to himself. He travels through time and space, discovering one day that all human experience is stored and cataloged somewhere in his head, and there is nothing new.

And – as is often the case in Moffat's stories – here one character completes and harmoniously implements a theme started by another.

If the Doctor, being who he is, and fully aware of this, tormented by endless insatiable loneliness and memories of life as an empty battlefield, invariably continues the path that seems to him more and more meaningless, then Dracula decided to end the life like that.

And all this, the whole story, is organized as a transition, as a movement forward and backward in time, which unites and brings to life what is dissolved, inherent, basically exists, and ‘spilled’ in blood. The blood here is also the same as the space in the Doctor Who, it is the Universe, which belongs to everyone and flows inside everyone, and inside which everyone exists, and which determines everyone. In order for blood to become an individuality, it takes time, a specific moment at which each specific individuality comes to the surface. So, for example, the return of Agatha takes place. There must be something she wants to come back for. Like the TARDIS, blood is always within us and speaks through us. In the case of Dracula and Agatha, this is their bond, their love for each other. Even if this love is unaware, – sometimes the TARDIS acts on her own and travels wherever she wants, forcing the Doctor and his companions to act in the circumstances she suggests.

And all this, this whole context, the whole story, with all its dimensions and additional meanings, became possible only due to the fact that Stephen Moffat, the author of both series, is not afraid to describe ambiguous heroes, to reflect out loud on their adventures, and – sometimes – to repeat.

* The words of Eleventh quoted from memory.

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Covert Operations - Chapter 135

SYNOSPIS: It is early days at the villa in Australia and Claire is still suffering from her thoughts of what happened at the monastery at the hands of Jonathon Randall. However, when she awakens by the fire her only thoughts are of her love … James Fraser.

*WARNING … this chapter is quite suggestive in the text.

Chapter 134 and all other chapters can be found at … https://sablelab.tumblr.com/covertoperations. This story is not on Ao3.

In answer to some of the comments about Frank last week, I will reveal more about him which might answer your queries in a couple of chapters to come in August.

May I say a big THANK YOU to everyone who is reading my story. I really appreciate you doing so and I hope you are enjoying and have enjoyed what I have written thus far. THANK YOU muchly.

N.B. For the month of AUGUST I will be posting every TUESDAY and FRIDAY.

CHAPTER 135 (S)

Jamie and Claire had fallen asleep in each other’s arms like they had every night they had spent here in this serene paradise. Every day had been idyllic, they had been bushwalking, lazing on their private beach, had watched the sunsets and sunrises and had made love in nearly every room of the villa over the course of the past week. Memorable nights spent in each other’s arms had been like a honeymoon where they were uncontactable from their life at Section One and where they had idled away the time spent in each other’s company. Last night Claire had even raced off in the direction of the infinity pool with James Fraser in hot pursuit. Laughter had echoed in the night air as the two lovers were as one with the joy of their renewed romance in this paradise during their downtime.

It had been blissfully romantic and carefree. Memories, sweet memories of her and Jamie together came flooding as wave after wave the special recollections of the wonderful things they’d done last night crossed Claire’s mind.

Earlier in the evening …

I wound my way through the house laughing. Pausing every now and again to make sure that Jamie was following and I made happy sounds so that he would know just where I was.

“Claire? Where are ye?”

But I didn’t reply. He called my name out again looking all around for me. Wearing a long flowing kaftan, the brush of the silk kissed my legs as I happily led my love outside in the direction of the infinity pool. The muted moonlight gave me enough light to see where I was going and just enough light for Jamie to make out my silhouette. I laughed and ducked behind some of the large potted foliage on the verandah.

“Sassenach! When I get mae hands on ye …,” he happily muttered under his breath as he followed me. I heard his call but I placed my hand over my mouth so as not to give away my location by laughing as I watched him try and locate me. I’m sure he had seen where I was hiding for James Fraser missed nothing when in pursuit of a prey. I was certain he knew where I was, for he moved along the verandah and came perilously close to where I was hiding trying to find his elusive quarry. When he turned his back away from my hiding place, I couldn’t help it and giggled as I stepped away from the potted plant. “When you get your hands on me, what Fraser?” I whispered in his ear.

“Ye wee devil!” he laughed spinning around. However, I was not fast enough to move away and Jamie caught me seizing me around the waist.

My amused eyes stared up at him. “Well? You have your hands on me now…”

“Minx,” he smiled, his large hands coming up to tenderly cup my face.

I stared deeply into his eyes, and kissed him. It was a hungry kiss and Jamie pulled me towards him deepening the caress, melding our bodies into one. Laughing, he then kissed me on the back of the neck and we were lost to everything but each other until we eventually noticed, there before us, lay the glistening water of the infinity pool glowing like crystals in the moonlight. I looked at the pool then back at Jamie and staring deeply into his fathomless eyes, I was mesmerized by the beautiful, azure blue orbs gazing back at me in devotion.

But then all of a sudden, I burst into tears for no reason whatsoever and Jamie felt the moist wetness on his cheeks. He held me tightly, cradling my head against his chest, rocking me.

“Shhhh, mo nighean donn. It’s all right. It’s all right,” he whispered quietly.

I clung to him as if he were the only thing keeping me alive. He could feel me trembling in his arms, shivers going through my body, so he held me tighter.

“Shhh, it’s all right. I’m here … yer safe Sassenach.”

The trembling eased, my grasp loosened on his arms and Jamie felt me relax against him. His hand slid gently down my hair, caressing me over and over while he held me close.

“It’s all right.”

“Thank you Jamie,” I said softly. “I’m fine now.” I gently pushed away from him. “I don’t know what came over me … I guess the water triggered a memory.” I shook my head, blinked and flashed him a tentative smile. However, Jamie knew exactly what had come over me … I could tell by the empathetic and tender glance he gave me. My demons had reared their ugly heads once more trying to sully what was such a wonderful day.

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Gathering my composure, I looked into his caring eyes and said with a coy smile, “I have high hopes for tonight James Fraser.”

“Do ye now Sassenach?” he replied having read my mind. Leaning towards me, our lips touched immediately knowing their other half. The kiss was slow and intimate as we tenderly embraced. Coming up for air, my glazed eyes searched Jamie’s face and he saw the look that caused me to catch my breath.

Clasping my hand in his he stated, “Come, I have something to show ye mo nighean donn.”

A radiant smile lit up my face when I noticed there beside the pool, was my surprise. Jamie had organized a romantic supper for the two of us under the stars. Candlelight filtered into the night sky and the table for two had all kinds of delicacies for the palate. A bottle of champagne was on ice and two fluted glasses were chilling in the ice bucket. Kissing my hand, he stared into my eyes saying, “I told ye I had a surprise planned for ye Sassenach.” “Oh Jamie! What have you prepared here? It’s beautiful. I never expected anything like this … it’s so romantic.”

Kissing my knuckles my man was overcome with emotion at how ethereal I looked in the moonlight. “You’re beautiful mo ghràidh … The moonlight just makes ye even more so. I canna believe my good fortune tae have found ye. It was Kismet that we met Sassenach.”

“I … I … I feel the same way,” I muttered shyly. “Do ye believe in love at first sight?” Jamie asked as he held my stunned gaze in a locked look. Breaking the gaze I stared at our joined hands. “Well …” Smiling at my reticence he stated softly, “I do … I fell in love with ye that first time in the White Room when ye came into Section.” “I was a little afraid Jamie,” I replied, as once more I looked deep into his eyes. Smiling more broadly he answered, “Of me?” Placing my hands to my mouth to feign my laughter I responded, “No silly.” “Then what is it?” he asked worriedly. Capturing his hand again with my own and squeezing tightly I uttered, “I was afraid of falling in love with you James Fraser.” Smiling, relieved it was nothing too serious; he rested his forehead to mine. “It’s too late now Sassenach, ye already have my heart whether ye want tae or nae.” “Jamie …” “Don’t think … just feel, my love.”

Taking me into his arms, he kissed me passionately. The kiss deepened quite amorously until we had to surface for some oxygen. Meanwhile my thought processes were scrambled, my senses were heightened and my heart was pounding in my chest, all because of the man in my arms. I felt like I was floating on air. I felt heady … giddy on love as euphoric feelings ricocheted through my body. It happened every time Jamie kissed me.

“Well then, Fraser … care for a swim?” I asked with a devilish look in my eyes as I broke from his embrace and ran towards the infinity pool.

Splash!!!!

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ It was late. Very late. My beautiful, silk kaftan lay in a puddle of lilac a short way from the table while my hair baguettes nestled in the folds of the sheer material. Jamie stood on the side of the infinity pool staring at me floating naked in the water.

“Yer wish is my command, mo ghràidh,” was his sultry retort.

In seconds he stripped off, dove into the pool, and with determined strokes headed towards me. Clothes … my clothes … his clothes … were scattered from the table to the edge of the infinity pool. I laughed happily and feigning an attempt to get away, swam slowly in the opposite direction. I giddily turned to look for him and in that instant his hand grabbed my ankle. I was pulled under water and tightly against him in a passionate kiss. We were locked together, happy to let the world pass us by.

We were totally lost to each other. Jamie rubbed his body against mine, feeling my firm breasts peaked against his chest. He lips were sensually locked to my mouth, then slowly, he kicked us to the surface. We needed oxygen. We had to breathe and broke through the water, lips never parting. His kiss never ended as Jamie rubbed his body slowly against mine, rolling us both over and over in the water. His hands gently caressed my back. One hand came around to cup my breast as he broke the kiss and raised me part way out of the water to take my nipple into his mouth. I arched against him mewing incoherently in ecstasy as my body craved his.

My hands kneaded his strong back trying to pull him closer. Jamie’s mouth ravaged my breast, sucking deeply, his tongue flicking rapidly over the tip. He pulled my legs around his waist and rubbed his belly against the apex of my womanhood. His fingers tweaked my other nipple before his mouth seized it and suckled there unrestrained. My breath caught as my love nipped me and his tongue paid homage as Jamie slowly kissed and licked his way from my breast to my mouth. As he lowered me back into the water, his lips met mine with a kiss so sinfully carnal that I thought I would expire. I raked my nails across his back as we made exquisite love over and over as our bodies joyously joined in the shallows of the pool. We were lost in the throes of our happiness as every day here was a remarkable new affirmation of our feelings towards one another and one more step forward to the healing process since we had been here in paradise.

After our assignation in the infinity pool, Jamie lifted me into his arms and carried me inside. He laid my now naked, sated body on the bed, kissed my bruised lips then left me to put on some clothes despite saying cheekily again that clothing was optional whilst we were here. Naked and alone, a slight smile on my face, I couldn’t stop grinning as the musky scent of his sex enveloped me. I changed into one of his shirts and we drank wine and talked into the wee hours of the night. Laying me down on the plush rug in front of fire to dry off, we also made love on the floor in the fire’s warm glow and we basked in the joy of being here together as the world passed us by.

Having already made love in the infinity pool earlier, it had been a cathartic evening and my earlier tears had long been banished. Locked in each other’s arms we watched the sun set and lulled by the warmth of the fire; I had fallen asleep in Jamie’s embrace.

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Although it had been cosy and warm here last night, the chill of the evening had set in causing Claire to stir from her happy musings. It was dark in the room and difficult to see properly when she began to rouse from her slumber. As her eyes fluttered open, she blinked a couple of times trying to adjust to the dim light. The last thing she remembered was lying in front of the fireplace with some cushions on the luxurious shag-pile rug dreaming about James Fraser and the infinity pool escapades. Last night had been magical, and their lovemaking had risen to a different level than ever before. Claire stretched out her hand to where her lover should have been but he wasn’t there. Rubbing her eyes, she raised her hands above her head and stretched her muscles, however, she was a little tight and sore from their daytime hike yesterday as well as their sexual gymnastics last night.

Feeling pins and needles in her arm, she rubbed it because it was a little numb having been crushed by her body weight while laying on her side … but she didn’t care … she felt wonderful. Claire stretched again, then when she looked down and saw what she was still wearing she smiled happily. It was one of Jamie’s cotton shirts. She remembered the look in his eyes when she’d reappeared wearing his garment as his beautiful, blue eyes had bored into hers with desire little knowing that she wore nothing underneath the garment. He’d seduced her from head to toe with his magnetic eyes, but he had particularly lingered on the length of her long, bare legs beneath the material of his shirt. Her hair was dishevelled as if she had just got out of bed, and she’d deliberately left the top buttons undone to expose her naked flesh beneath the shirt in order to tease him and Jamie had loved it. Resting her head on her shoulder, Claire could still smell his masculine scent on the collar of the shirt. Hmm … Jamie. His essence smelt so good. But where was he? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

However, she was very much alone by the fireside now and she was feeling a little cold missing her lover’s body warmth. Suddenly, Claire heard the footfalls of Jamie’s stride before she actually saw his silhouette enter the room. Hearing his footsteps approach, she decided to feign sleep to see how he would react at finding her still laying by the fire.

They’d already made love once here on the floor and she wondered if they might do so again. After all, she was cold and what better way to warm her up than to make her temperature rise with some more of that Fraser magic seduction?

Despite this rather tantalising thought and their familiarity with each other, Claire’s stomach suddenly knotted with nerves, for she still recalled vivid images of Jamie that flew through her mind like in a dream. Biting her lip, she rolled over into the soft cushions onto her stomach to stop a moan from escaping from her lips. However, her eyelids grew heavy as drowsiness enveloped her once more. She closed her eyes as vivid recollections of their coupling made her catch her breath and dreamy pictures of the two of them here at the villa filled her head.

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Flush against each other we lay on the rug staring at one another as if we had just discovered something utterly remarkable. Jamie’s eyes pierced my gaze with such profound passion, naked emotion and acute desire that I didn’t know if I would be able to breathe much longer if he didn’t kiss me. The love and devotion on his face overwhelmed me and I raised my hands to cup his face, tracing his jawline and cheekbones with my thumb before teasing the cleft of his chin with a fingertip. His gaze never severed mine as I trailed my index finger seductively across his bottom lip before dipping it inside his warm mouth.

Jamie’s eyes were like burning embers and like me, he was anticipating that special moment when two became one. He made a guttural moan of pleasure and grabbed my hand. My heart did a little flip flop when he did that husky sound he makes in his throat.

“Sorcha ...”

I love when he calls me that, nearly as much as his endearment … Sassenach. This wonderful man was not resistant to my advances and I can still feel the sensual joy when he slipped his hand around the nape of my neck and brought my face down to his. Growling my name in that beautiful Scottish drawl that becomes more pronounced when he is aroused, he kissed me with such ardour that I felt my bones go weak. I whimpered because James Fraser kisses are so potent that I lose all my inhibitions and faculties when he kisses me. We rocked against each other wanting and aching for a closer connection of body and soul. He understood my need and rolled us until I was suddenly beneath him. His glorious weight pressed me deep into the plush rug on the floor and I capitulated as Jamie began a gentle seduction like none other.

The hands I had admired many times before had a mind of their own. They were everywhere on my body, soon followed by his lips caressing and teasing every inch of my skin and making me squirm with such pleasure that I cried out his name. I was burning up with a fever with only one known cure. I was shivering but so hot and bothered that it felt as if my blood was on fire. I wanted him so much. I wanted Jamie inside me and I cried out his name in desperate need for our joining.

"Jamie … I want you ... please ..."

I couldn’t get enough of my sublime lover. I was aching in need and gripped his hips urging him to comply with my plea. I could feel the evidence of his need too for his stiff erection pushed against where I needed him most. I wrapped my legs around his hips in invitation to slide inside me. This was the sign he needed to consummate our joining. I felt his hands slide under me lifting me up, his lips consumed my mouth as my Jamie thrust into my welcoming body while shock waves of pleasure began to shake my soul.

Jesus H Roosevelt Christ … I love this man so much.

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The feel of strong hands sliding across her back massaging and gently pressing into her muscles in a slow circular motion awakened Claire from her little erotic dream. She sighed as it felt wonderful as his talented hands massaged her lower back with some tender kneading. She moaned and stretched her limbs at the incredible sensations of Jamie’s hands on her body. “Mmmm …” she incoherently muttered in a dreamy voice. James Fraser’s hands were lethal weapons of pleasure but when he removed them, Claire arched her neck feeling bereft of their touch. She wanted more of that delicious contact that had instantly sent her senses reeling. Jamie felt her little tremor.

“Do ye like that Sassenach?" he asked as he leaned over whispering in her ear while trailing a kiss to her earlobe at the same time. This man was so in sync with her body's needs that Claire writhed with the lightest touch to her body. Slowly she opened her eyes. “Oooh! ... Yesss,” she mumbled her reply smothered against the cushion.

“That’s … so … good,” she added before twisting her head around smiling when she saw Jamie sitting back on his heels. Her eyes met and held his probing look. Inhaling a ragged breath, she watched as darkened eyes devoured her, showering her with a look filled with utter desire. Claire thought she would self-combust with the intensity of his gaze and she suddenly felt all hot and bothered and it wasn’t from the fire Jamie had tended while she had dozed off. The love she felt for him slammed into her heart with a massive jolt and she knew without reservation that she was totally in love with this enigmatic, wonderful man.

Capturing his very gaze into her soul, she revealed a love for him so transparent and evident on her face, that Jamie too was enthralled. Claire watched as his eyes roamed her face before holding her gaze with his once more. The electricity in the air around them suddenly splintered into a million fragments with the power of his look. Immediately, she felt a little shy and butterflies began to flutter in her stomach. Claire had never seen Jamie so enamoured and it made her delightfully nervous. Lowering her eyes a little so that he wouldn’t see her reaction to his nearness she whispered, “I slept.” Claire was still feeling the effects of his gaze, but now when he opened his mouth she held on his every word.

“Aye … a wee bit. Do ye feel better Sassenach?” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Although the sound of Jamie’s voice sent shivers all the way down her spine, all of a sudden, her mood did a complete three sixty as that little demon in her mind raised its ugly head. It was déjà vu all over again.

What was it that triggered her subconscious to go places she thought she had conquered? This was the second time that she had suddenly felt melancholy.

Claire thought she had buried them deep within her sub conscious but every now and then one would escape to add torment to her thinking when it should have been the furthermost thing from her mind. Jamie instantly saw the change in his Sassenach’s demeanour and felt a little worried as something had obviously caused her to stress out all of a sudden. He could think of only one thing that had troubled her whenever she slept … the triad. Unbeknownst to her tears welled in her eyes. “There's still pain Jamie. I can’t forget what Jonathon Randall and Karen Yee did.”

She thought she had faced her demons since she’d been here but obviously not well enough. Rubbing her hand across her face, she hoped to hide the tears from Jamie, but when she looked up, and their eyes met, she couldn’t hide them from his scrutiny. As he glanced at her, his look was so tender that Claire struggled to keep the tears in check as memories came flooding back. Gently, Jamie trailed his fingers through the strands of her silky hair lovingly caressing her temples. He stroked around her ears with the tips of his fingertips and wherever he touched, a tingling sensation was left in its wake. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the neck, his soft curls caressing Claire’s skin at the same time.

“Shhh! It'll go away mo ghràidh.” She loved him for all the care he’d already given her but the memories of the monastery were still too raw. Her physical injuries had faded but inside there was still turmoil churning in her sub conscious. She wanted to forget. She had come a long way already and had been so happy. But now she couldn’t understand why she still felt this way particularly after their wonderful lovemaking by the fireside and earlier this evening in the infinity pool.

Her voiced choked. “When?”

Tears began to trickle down her cheeks as her question stabbed him in the heart like a knife. She closed her eyes as Jamie’s fingers continued to stroke her scalp, then temples all over again before gliding down her cheek and neck. They had been at the villa for over a week now. He thought that Claire had turned the corner as her nightmares had decreased and he was sure that his love was well and truly on the way to feeling her normal self again. But he was wrong. He didn’t know what had triggered her feelings just now as everything had been wonderful between them since they had been here. When Claire had come back dressed in nothing but his shirt, his heart had skipped a beat. That was the playful siren he had held in his arms each night and when they’d made love by the fireside it had been cathartic for both of them. He now knew that there was still a long way to go before his Sassenach was completely better. “When ye let it go Claire. I’ll help ye,” he replied tenderly. The soothing timbre of Jamie’s soft voice surrounded her and wrapped her in a loving embrace. She leaned into his gentle touch. “Oh, Jamie ... I do love you so.” The words were out of her mouth before she'd had time to think ... but she meant every word.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

He knew only one way to ease her torturous feelings.

No sooner had the uttered words left her lips than Claire felt Jamie lean into her. She felt his head next to hers as his lips anointed the skin near the corner of her mouth. His lips were so warm against her face that she sighed at his connection to her. He’d always known when to show his hand when she was feeling down since they’d been here, and this was the perfect time for him to do so. The soothing touch of his hands slid over her hips skimming her thighs then they tentatively ventured beneath her shirt. As Jamie leaned over her, she felt his weight pressing a little into her and it felt wonderful. She felt the tremors of a tell-tale flush radiate through her body at just how much he had affected her. Claire’s face had a distinct rosy glow and she could feel the warmth pooling on her cheeks.

Her lips parted on a stifled gasp and she reached out to him wanting to feel him nearer. Her fingertips found his forearms and she slid them slowly up to Jamie’s shoulders in an effort to feel him closer. When his stubbled jaw met hers, the touch was so erotic that her nipples hardened in response. Her insides were a mess; Claire was a molten pool of heightened nerves as she suddenly felt the touch of his lips. Jamie kissed down the side of her face, along her jaw; his lips ran around her earlobe then down the column of her slender neck placing little nips to her sensitised flesh. His lips burned with heated passion and desire on her skin and her toes curled in response as her body succumbed to his touch. Jamie felt Claire’s ragged breathing when his hands began exploring the side of her rib cage through the soft material of his shirt.

“Let it go mo ghràidh,” he reiterated.

“I will … Mmm!” she whispered raggedly. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Claire’s whispered moan was his undoing and she closed her eyes in the sheer bliss of her lover’s cathartic touch and soothing words. Jamie’s gaze moved to her mouth … then away … then back again. Claire Beauchamp was intoxicating and addictive, like a drug he couldn’t resist. He took a deep breath then without warning he leaned down and began trailing urgent, open-mouthed kisses wherever his lips could touch. Moving her hair to one side Jamie nibbled Claire’s neck all the while murmuring sweet endearments into her earlobe in his captivating Scottish accent. Her head was swimming with all kinds of emotions as this tried method of seduction had totally pushed any thoughts about Jonathon Randall to the back of her mind. She was overcome with passion for her man as Jamie continued to attack her senses. Claire stirred lifting her body up a little as his upper arm brushed against the side of her breast. Meandering hands slid up under her shirt while at the same time his fingers gently traced the outline of her rib cage. Claire drew in her stomach muscles as tantalising thoughts bombarded her mind. She knew that if and when Jamie’s hands slid up higher on her chest, she may not be able to control her feelings. In her stupor she still heard his sudden intake of breath and reciprocated with one of her own, as her sensitised nipples puckered and hardened in anticipation. His next movement was quick … too quick for her to react. Suddenly Jamie had lifted Claire until she was kneeling, then his hands swiftly moved to capture her aching breasts to his palms. The pads of his thumb ran over her erect nipples as tactile caresses continued with abandon leaving her swooning at the feel of his hands on her sensitive breasts. Wanting him even closer to her, Claire reached her hand up to encircle Jamie’s neck holding on to him for dear life in fear that she might faint away.

Her breathing was erratic … but so too was Jamie Fraser’s.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ to be continued on TUESDAY 4th AUGUST.

N.B. For the month of AUGUST I will post every TUESDAY and FRIDAY.

#Jamieandclairefanfic #jamieandclairecrossover #jamieandclaireau #the lallybroch library #outlander fanfic #LFNoutlander #covert operations

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trouvelle · 4 years

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Fandom: Detective Conan/DCMK Pairing: Heiji/Kazuha (mentioned Shinichi/Ran) Rating: PG Genre/Tags: Fluff, Comedy, College!AU Warning: Implied smut (a tiny bit of dirty talking) Summary: “So what?” Kaito asks, “Do you watch her eat and stuff?” “It’s like a ritual,” Shinichi tells Kaito helpfully.

•

Heiji is only twenty and he’s already facing a quarter-life crisis.

It’s not the fact that he has an entire class period (which dares to take up any normal person’s lunch time) every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon. Yes, having to have late lunch just so he can attend his class dutifully does sort of bothers him. And no, Heiji does not hate studying. Not at all. Especially when it’s chemistry, one of the areas of study that he excels in, aside from maths... and biology. And physics. Yadda, yadda, he’s smart.

The unfortunate quarter-life crisis he’s currently facing, though, has been one and the same for as long as he can remember.

And it’s also right here, in his class, as of the moment.

Heiji pushes down the urge to bang his fists on the table surface as he tries to listen to the professor’s explanation. Trying would be so easy. In fact, scoring a perfect score would be a piece of cake with a cherry on top if only the girl beside him would stop spending the entire class period stuffing her face with food and making Heiji want to scream at him to please freaking stop for his sanity.

She doesn’t stop eating, the ends of her chopsticks stained with sauce and mouth munching at a piece of glorious fried chicken, and doesn’t seem fazed by Heiji’s intense glaring.

This is why it’s a serious crisis and not some random matter that he can shrug off and forget. He has to pass this chemistry course with flying colours but concentrating on the lecture isn’t easy when Toyama Kazuha is eating right beside him, a box of karaage on her lap and without a care in the world, and Heiji seriously considers smacking the packaging right at her cute face. Beautiful face. But also undoubtedly annoying face. Not like he pays her extra attention or anything.

Kazuha pokes a piece of chicken into her mouth and turns sideways to glance at him and he is absolutely not staring at the way the piece of chicken visibly pokes at her cheek from inside her mouth as she continues to munch nonchalantly and the way her mouth moves rhythmically as she chews and swallows down her food. He ignores the way his heart is thumping excitedly in his chest. There was a time when there is no possible way Heiji would ever think that Toyama Kazuha is cute. Nowadays, whenever he sees her, his mind is always spelling out at him, in capitalized bold glittery letters, the word CUTE.

Kazuha raises a perfect brow at him, looking like she is sizing Heiji up and has a judgmental remark at the tip of her tongue ready to be thrown at Heiji, only that she’s too busy munching to do that. She only looks away when Heiji does.

She spends the rest of class occasionally looking up to nod at the professor’s words. He spends the rest of class trying not to notice.

•

Today is Tuesday.

Tuesday means pizza at the campus cafeteria.

That doesn’t mean Heiji is going out to buy two boxes of pizza for both lunch and dinner so he doesn’t have to wait for his beloved roommate Shinichi to return to their dorm with his girlfriend’s homemade food. Well, that too, but Pizza Tuesday mainly means that Kazuha gets to eat pizza for lunch. In class.

Pizza Tuesday also means Heiji slumping down in his seat as he listens to the boring lecture (boring, because Heiji always comes to Organic Chemistry II academically prepared and knowing that he’s already had firsthand knowledge about the materials anyway) and tries not to watch the way the slice of pizza disappears into Kazuha’s mouth.

Said girl looks too cheerful for twelve at noon.

She is also wearing a sleeveless and cropped sports tank top today and he chokes on his own saliva when he sees the band of her black freaking bra as she moves to bring a slice of pizza into his mouth. Damn that top of hers with armholes too wide to even qualify as a shirt. He reaches for his water bottle and ignores the way his mouth waters at that delicious piece of… pizza! Yeah. Definitely the pizza. Heiji is undoubtedly craving for pizza right now.

Half way into the lecture he finds Kazuha turning to him with a mildly pitiful look on his face. She’s definitely thinking Heiji is salivating at his pizza. Which Heiji is. Definitely.

Heiji slumps further down his seat and grumbles into his sweatshirt.

•

Heiji wonders if it’s possible for him to react with excess oxygen to form water and carbon dioxide because at this point, he might as well just combust. At least then he won’t have to listen to the constant sound that she lets out as she eats, the sound so loud and distinct Heiji wouldn’t be surprised if she had been eating her cookies right in front of his ears all this time.

He feels like crumpling his desk into a makeshift ball of anger and smacking it at her face as she won’t stop snacking her pretty and pouty mouth off, seating relaxedly on her chair as the sound intensifies, and he thinks he’s going insane because no one else, not even the professor, seems like they give a damn about Kazuha eating extra loudly and practically disrupting the lesson. He doubts they even notice, which is probably the case with their professor.

Heiji wants to scream.

•

Heiji doesn’t scream.

Not in class, anyway. But he does scream when he goes back to his room, lying face down on his bed with his feet resting on the headboard. It’s a very comfortable position.

“Hattori!” Shinichi growls from his desk as Heiji continues to scream and scream and scream into his comforter because if Kazuha can disrupt his studying period by making the loudest and most enticing noises possible, then he has all the rights to yell as much as he wants.

“Hattori, I swear to your pathetic wrinkled ass that if you don’t stop that—”

“My butt is amazing!” Heiji yells back at him, still into the comforter, because getting up and shifting into a different position just so Shinichi can hear him is too much work and a waste of valuable energy.

Shinichi makes a disgruntled sound.

Something flashes in Heiji’s mind and he halts his screaming to a stop. Shinichi is gathering his stuff up when Heiji lifts his head to look at him.

It’s only happened too many times, Heiji can’t even pinpoint when exactly he became entranced by the sight. He vividly remembers that one time wherein he was walking behind Kazuha (they usually walk side by side) and didn’t waste his chance to stare at Kazuha’s back figure and the way her jeans hugged her toned legs and the curve of her ass so wonderfully.

Heiji sighs, almost dreamily. She looks amazing. Shinichi makes wild, incomprehensible gestures with his arms that Heiji thinks make him look like a ridiculous flailing pigeon. Heiji sighs again, this time more heavily because he has too many unnecessary feelings. He turns to Shinichi, hoping that the pout on his face makes him look pathetic enough for Shinichi to sympathize with him.

Shinichi merely gives Heiji a disapproving look before coldly closing the door behind him and leaving twenty minutes early for his date with Ran. Lover boy.

•

Heiji confronts Kazuha one morning, on the hallway just outside the lecture hall. She doesn’t look the least bothered by it, instead sporting an amused smile on her face as she licks at her chocolate ice cream like the irksome ahou she is.

“Can you not eat in class?” He asks, looking her in the eye and trying not to stare at the way her tongue drags down the side of the ice cream. Oh, how he misses their high school days when food is absolutely forbidden during class time.

“Why?” She asks, peering up at him. She has really long lashes.

“Because,” Heiji says and wets his lips when she licks at her ice cream with a torturously slow drag of her tongue. “Campus regulations prohibit food and drinks in class.”

Kazuha merely blinks at him before bringing her ice cream up so that she can suck at the swirling tip of it. His breath hitches involuntarily, which results in him inhaling a waft of what is probably her scent that strongly smells like citrus and vanilla. “I don’t know,” she says, an innocent look on her face. “Professor doesn’t seem like he minds.”

Heiji wants to strangle her. And maybe dip his finger into Kazuha’s mouth so he can feel how that ice cream must have felt like to be licked by that⁠—wait, what?

“That doesn’t make it okay,” Heiji growls instead, voice dropping an octave lower to show how serious this matter is for his future.

“Why?” A wet tongue darts out to lick ice cream off her lips that curl upwards at the end into a mischievous, kittenish smile and Heiji feels his insides melt and twist and swirl and explode into a myriad of feelings. “Does it bother you?” Kazuha asks, looking up at him and her mouth working, savoring the taste of milk chocolate. He might also be wondering how her lips might taste like, though nobody else has to know about how long he’s been having that thought for. Too goddamn long.

“Yes,” he says before his mind can register. After it does, he quickly adds, “No!” with his forefinger pointed at her because he’s supposed to be angry. “I’m supposed to concentrate on the lecture but I can’t because you’re right there beside me and won’t stop snacking in class and it’s getting on my nerves, you ahou!”

She ignores him and runs her tongue around what’s left of her ice cream and Heiji feels like he’s the one melting instead of the ice cream.

He must look really dumb standing right there with his mouth hanging open as he stares at her speechlessly.

She watches and studies him, still with that same mildly amused smile on her face, as he tries to find something to say and fails miserably. “Ahou.” Kazuha says with finality when she’s decided that he doesn’t seem like he’s got anything else to say, and continues to munch and bite into her cone as she walks away. Just like that.

•

Heiji decides the best decision is to unleash all of it to Shinichi and Kaito after class and make them listen to a verbal showcase of his concerns because that’s what friends are for.

“Oh. You’re early,” is Kaito greeting, the man not tearing his eyes away from his bowl of noodles as Heiji barges into his room and drops himself on their couch. Shinichi barely looks up before turning back to his laptop. He’s probably gotten tired of being exasperated by Heiji at some point.

“Are you not going to ask me how chemistry went?” Heiji gurgles into the couch.

“How was chemistry?” Kaito asks, monotonously.

“That ahou brought another food to eat in class again today,” Heiji says, sighing emptily.

“So what?” Kaito asks, before he seems to get it. Is this guy even more hopeless than he thinks? “Do you watch her eat and stuff?”

“It’s like a ritual,” Shinichi tells Kaito helpfully. When Heiji turns to look at them, Shinichi is still typing into his laptop, probably doing some essay for his literature class.

“She eats too goddamn loud. I can hear everything—her chewing, munching, swallowing—it drives me crazy! And it’s so annoying because I can’t hate her,” Heiji states, jabbing his finger at the couch and totally making a point.

“Why would you want to hate her?” Kaito asks, using his chopsticks to swirl around the remaining ramen in his bowl. “ I thought you⁠ li—nevermind.”

“Because she’s loud and she’s distracting me from studying in class,” Heiji says, glaring at the other boy.

Kaito looks up from his bowl. “She’s distracting you? Not.. you’re distracting her?” he asks, eyes narrowed looking cat-like and a lot more invested in the conversation. If there’s one thing Hattori Heiji is good at, it’s being ridiculously distracting at any given circumstance.

“Yes, and I don’t disturb nor distract people,” Heiji defends himself.

“So she’s loud… and you’re not.” Kaito repeats, this time more of a statement than a question, “And she’s distracting... and you’re not.”

“Well, yeah,” Heiji shakes his head exasperatedly.

He’s about to snap at Kaito because this is getting ridiculous, but Shinichi joins in, looking up from his laptop. “For the record, Hattori, you’re the only one who thinks Kazuha eats that loud.”

Kaito says, with a quirk in his mouth, “The problem is on you, not her.”

What? “I don’t—”

“Kuroba is having a bowl of ramen and you don’t seem to even realize how messy he’s eating.” Shinichi points out, trying to get his message across the thick-skulled boy, earning an unamused look from Kaito instead.

Nobody says anything, the slurping sound Kaito’s making as he eats his instant ramen is the only sign of presence in the apartment. Heiji briefly recalls what she looks like eating a bowl of ramen. With broth smeared around her lips and still looking effortlessly delectable nonetheless.

“Exactly.” Shinichi finishes with an exasperated look dead set in his eyes, like the wise old man he is, and Heiji really, really hates his friends.

“I hate all of you,” he groans at them both.

“Nah, you don’t,” Shinichi says, turning back to his stupid laptop with that stupid smile on his stupid face.

Heiji trashes his limbs around their stupid couch just so he can make their living room look a lot messier. Very mature. Heiji is proud of himself.

“Nah, you don’t,” Kaito reiterates, getting up to put his bowl into the sink. “Also, you’re on dish duty today.” Heiji doesn’t think they’ve helped him at all.

“You should consider the fact that your brain simply shuts down and all your other senses are heightened whenever Kazuha is present,” is what Heiji hears and ignores before he shuts the world off with his arm draped across his forehead to cover his eyes and sulks away to his sleep.

•

Heiji drops in his usual seat beside Kazuha’s. She’s not here yet, so he concludes that her other class is running late. She walks to class with what looks like soft milk breads in her hand and has an almost unnoticeable smile on her face that she tries to hide by biting into her bread when she catches sight of him.

The next hour he finds himself trying to subtly catch glimpses of her eating. She’s so fucking adorable, sparkly eyes focused on the lecture and cheeks bulging out cutely as she stuffs her face with food. That bread must be so soft and delicious, but Heiji is more curious of how soft Kazuha’s cheeks would feel again under his palm.

It’s stupid, but he doesn’t try to suppress the smile that creeps up his face as he stares at her fondly and thinks that, yeah, maybe he can finally accept this.

•

It has become a habit that Heiji forgoes lunch every Tuesday and Thursday in favor of coming to chemistry class on time. That doesn’t stop him from getting some snacks, though, because food is a must and is absolutely important, even more so than chemistry.

Usually, he stops by the nearby vending machine to get a pack of chips before the lecture and no more. This time, Heiji buys two. He finishes his pack of chips and chucks the empty packaging into the trash can and walks to class.

The professor walks in right after and the lecture starts just as he takes a seat, placing the pack of chips on his desk and dropping his backpack onto the floor. When he looks to the side, Kazuha is sulking in her seat, slumping into her oversized camel coat grumpily. He still thinks she looks the cutest in them.

“Want food,” She whines audibly into the desk, frowning cutely. He makes no effort to resist the urge to reach over and pinch her cheek, so he did. Not before throwing an “ahou” her way to make him seem more sincere, of course.

He glances at the pack of chips on his desk.

Kazuha looks up when he places it in front of her. “Food?” she asks, sitting up and looking at Heiji with an adorable, confused look on her face.

“Food,” Heiji says unintelligently.

The lights are turned off for a powerpoint presentation the professor is currently doing, but he can see the way her eyes narrow at him in mild suspicion. “What did you put in this?”

He turns at the expected accusation. “Nothing!” he says defensively, feeling attacked. She has apparently not forgotten their middle school prank wars. He sighs. “I just bought it. For you.”

She looks at him intently. There’s a moment of pause, and he shifts in his chair anxiously, before she raises a brow and gives him a small, knowing smile. “I thought you hated it when I eat in class?”

He is ready to respond to her with a snide remark, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he feels bold, confidence growing as he says, “I like watching you eat.” She is toying with the plastic packaging of the chips and grinning when he smiles happily at her.

“Not surprised. Because I eat very gracefully, unlike you.” She throws back at him, a teasing glint in her eyes as she continues to smile at him. Heiji never noticed until now, but their obligatory daily arguments have blossomed into something more comforting and teasing like these ones. He wonders why they used to yell at each other so much when they were younger.

Heiji tunes out the professor’s words as he watches Kazuha throw chips into her mouth, the frown gone from her face. He keeps his gaze until she’s done with the chips. "Do you want something else?" Heiji asks, keeping his voice down and leaning in.

She turns to him. "What do you mean?"

She doesn't tear her gaze as he reaches for his backpack and rummages in it. He smiles as she leans in curiously, trying to peek into his bag with that cute pout on her face. Her eyes widen when he fishes out a bar of chocolate and places it on Kazuha's table.

"Heiji," Kazuha whines, eyes narrowing as she stares at the chocolate bar. "You've eaten half of it," she states as a matter-of-factly.

He indeed has, just yesterday, because he was hungry and who wouldn’t if he knew he had chocolate in his bag? But he still wants to give it to her, because a hungry Kazuha without food is a sad Kazuha and a sad Kazuha is the recipe for a sad Heiji.

He shrugs, pretending to reach for the chocolate. “If you don’t want it, then…”

Her hand quickly lands on the chocolate before his does, covering it with her hand protectively. "Thanks," she says, reaching over to brush the back of her hand against his and smiling up at him with those expressive eyes. She unwraps the chocolate so she can bite into it even though they're clearly in the middle of a lecture, and Heiji can't even be angry at her. Instead he feels like vomiting butterflies and unicorns because Kazuha is so freaking cute and he has never been happier.

•

If Heiji had known that being Kazuha’s boyfriend would be this amazing, he would have stopped burying his feelings years ago and started looking for all the things he can hate Kazuha for since day one.

They’re in Heiji’s room, laptop perched at the end of Heiji’s bed and a bowl of half eaten popcorn left to rest beside it. Having kicked out an exasperated Shinichi and Kaito out of the apartment half an hour back, Heiji made sure that they have the door securely locked, just in case. It’s a fortunate thing, because, as it turns out, Kazuha has a completely different plan for them that does not involve watching the many Avengers movies he has saved into his laptop, and it’s not like he is complaining, anyway.

Kazuha has a downright feral grin on her face as she trails a palm down Heiji’s naked torso, fingers brushing lightly at the hem of his pants as she looks up at him with twinkling eyes. Her hair is tousled up from where he buried his fingers in her dark locks as they made out earlier and he gulps because he’s never seen anyone look so distractingly adorable and suffocatingly hot at the same time.

Heiji shudders at the lingering warmth of her breath on the skin just above where his pants are pulled taut because he’s so achingly hard and her teasing isn’t helping.

“Heiji,” Kazuha purrs, peering up from under long lashes and the ends of her lips pulled up into a feline smile.

He breathes out, grip tightening on the sheets as he pushes down the urge to buck up because it’s only been fifteen minutes and he’s already so desperate.

“Heiji,” He really likes the way Kazuha says his name. “Remember when I had that ice cream? Want me to do exactly what I did to it⁠—” a wet tongue darts out to lick at where skin meets the seam of jeans to leave wet trails behind and he groans as she smirks in satisfaction “⁠—to you?”

“Kazuha,” Heiji hisses out as a warning, feeling like he’s on the brink of exploding because she is so torturously slow. Too slow.

“Want me to lick you up?” Kazuha dips down to take the head of his pants’ zipper in between her teeth. “Suck you dry?” Her palm is hot and welcome as it leaves a burning trail down Heiji’s sensitive ribs. “Swallow you down?”

“Kazuha. Just—” Heiji chokes into a stop when she hushes him up with a soft sound.

The kitty grin on her face makes him want to curse. “Do you want it?”

He looks down at her, chest heaving as he breathes hard. He closes his eyes, willing himself to think because thinking is hard when the body wants otherwise.

Fuck it. “Yes. Fuck, yes Kazuha. Do it.” He all but groans as soon as his mind registers, and doesn’t bother restraining himself from bucking up when she drags her head down, pulling the zipper open with her teeth. Her lips look so beautiful wrapped around the piece of metal and Heiji feels like the luckiest man on Earth to be the sole witness to that. He’s about to melt, physically and mentally, in all sense of the word.

Later, he finally finds out how the ice cream has felt with Kazuha’s lips wrapped around it in a tight, warm heat, and feels so damn happy because, let’s be real, now that he has her, he’s luckier than the luckiest man on Earth.

#Hattori Heiji #Kudo Shinichi #Toyama Kazuha #Detective Conan #DCMK #Kuroba Kaito #heizuha #heiji x kazuha #college au #shinran #shinichi x ran #comedy #fluff #fic #university au

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emerald-amidst-gold · 3 years

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Sorry I know it's a lil late, but if you're still taking oc asks (these ones I mean), maybe 13, 19, 24, 38/39/40, 43, 45, 47, 64, and/or 74/75/76? again, for any OC you'd like

It’s never too late to ask me about my OCs! I could talk about them until the cows come home! X3 Not to mention, this is great since I’m currently working on my next chapter and I needed a little break! So, thank you! ❤️❤️

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13. How many siblings does your OC and what is his/her relationship with them?

So, the only OCs that have a sibling are Fane and Mhairi. Fane is Mhairi’s brother and Mhairi is Fane’s sister. Fun fact: orginally these two were supposed to be twins when I made them because they looked very similar (Fane had platinum blonde hair like Mhairi and their overall faces had like features). Now, they’re three years apart (Fane is 24 and Mhairi is 21).

As to their relationship, it is 100% wholesome and devotion incarnate. Everything Fane does and has done is for Mhairi, and he takes the role of both a father and a brother for her. It’s one of the few times Fane is actually soft with another person. Mhairi is his whole world until Inquisition, and it makes everything later one even harder for him. *side eyes* Mhairi is in the same boat as Fane because she is highly obsessed with showing him that she can handler herself and that he doesn’t have to keep running himself into the ground to keep her safe and happy. She constantly bakes him his favorite treats, gifts him with raw materials for his weapon crafting, crafts him articles of clothing and trinkets to elicit a single smile to his face. Mhairi just wants him to be happy above all else since she can tell something changed him, but she doesn’t know what. As such, she does become a tad jealous when Fane and Solas’s relationship comes to light, but only because she’s just as protective with him as Fane is with her.

19. What does your OC think of children- either in general or about having them?

I wrote a fic about this actually! It was told from Solas’s POV, but it gave glimpse into how Fane responds to children. Fane adores children and he secretly craves a small family--just one child because he wants to give the love his mother had given him. Gentle, calm, and patient. He just thinks he doesn’t have it in him for that, especially because of what he is. (hint: watch for fics that have the appearance of the baby dragon that Solas and Fane adopt. It’ll be important waaaaay later. *winks*)

Estoria is along the same lines as Fane. She loves, loves, loves children. When she was traveling as a mercenary, the band would occasionally visit smaller cities where there were alienages and Estoria would spend her free time there. She would sing songs to the children, teach them how to do menial, but important tasks like washing clothes or planting crops, and would tell them stories of her time on the road. Deep down inside, she would adore a little girl of her own because she wants desperately to be a mother.

24. Who are the people your OC dislikes/hates?

So, surprise! Fane doesn’t actually ‘hate’ or ‘dislike’ anyone (other than his father lol). But if we’re talking in terms of the inner circle, again, he doesn’t hate anyone, he just feels indifferent towards them. The only one that he shows any kind of passionate distaste for is Cassandra, but most of that is from a lack of communication on both their parts in the beginning (Fane is not in a good mental state during Haven’s arc due to being framed divinity and the slow realization of what he is making him lash out violently).

Mhairi though...eheheh. She doesn’t like Solas. At all. For a very long time. They butt heads constantly because of elven history, religion, and magical theory, but also because of Mhairi’s main insecurity of being abandoned. She’s worried Solas will take Fane from her and that frightens her beyond belief. *side eyes AGAIN*

38. How does your OC react to and handle stress?

Reacting to stress, Fane either becomes incredibly overwhelmed and irate, or he shuts down completely. He turns into a shell that simply walks through the halls with a dead stare, or he becomes the warped version of what he is--breaking, smashing, and snapping anything in his path. When that happens, in either form, Fane hides away in the more desolate parts of Skyhold where no one can find him (other than Solas or Cole). He’s like a cat, actually. He can see everyone else, but they can’t see him. He’ll do that until he calms down enough to where he isn’t overcome wit the urge to snarl or crack open a noble’s skull.

39. How does your OC handle anger?

Badly. Well, Fane does anyways. Pffft. Mhairi tends to cry when she’s angry, so also badly. Estoria...ohhhh, boy. Watch the thorns because they are laced with poison. All my OCs handle anger badly. That probably says something about me, huh? *curls up in the corner*

40. How does your OC handle grief?

Due to his abuse, Fane rarely cries--he was commanded not to for five years and the fear of doing it lingers. However, when he does cry it’s because of something utterly heart breaking. In fact, every time the group goes to fight a dragon, Fane scurries off at the end of the battle to literally crumble into a heap of snot and tears because it physically hurts him. It’ll be revealed more in my fic as to why, but just know it’s a..bad time. Again, Fane’s go to is to be alone with his emotions until they settle down. It’s a bad habit of his and one that takes a lot of support from Solas, Cyfrin and his sister to work out.

Mhairi is very open with her emotions (her and Fane anathema to each other). So, when their mother passed and their father disappeared, she was inconsolable for months and the feeling of abandonment lingers with her still. Usually, Mhairi just goes to Fane or Cyfrin if she’s feeling lonely or grief stricken and just...cry until she passes out.

43. What kind of sense of humor does your OC have?

Fane’s humor is morbid. Cyfrin and he get locked in discussions of dark, dark humor. Such as:

“If you don’t stop commenting about how my eyes will make a ‘lovely’ ballad, I will crack your skull and make a vase. I could use some bright macabre decoration in that dismal aravel, anyways.”

“Do I at least get to be painted in pretty floral patterns and intricate designs of trees? Maybe roses?”

“I’ll make the roses blue. Just for you.”

“Ah-ha! Now we’re talking! A man after my own fluttering, flying heart!”

“I’ll make your heart fly in a minute..”

“A confession?! I knew it would be a joyous day!”

“Just shut up, Cy.”

I’m serious. This is them and I have no shame. *laughs nervously* It’s all empty, though. Cyfrin helps Fane relax a little and never judges him for his darker aspects. If anything, it helps mitigate a potential outburst because Fane can look as it as a joke rather than something that genuinely hurts him. Unless he’s in a really foul mood, then Cyfrin adopts his more caring side to calm Fane down. (I have a lot of thoughts with these two. Just wait. Juuuust wait.)

45. What are some things that annoy your OC?

What doesn’t annoy Fane? 🤣🤣 But specifically, Fane can’t stand when someone is willingly ignorant nor can he stand when they’re filled with disgusting forms of pride.

Estoria is highly annoyed by racial labels. She was taken in by a human, and as such, she got to mingle with a lot of different races throughout her time as mercenary. She got to see those races as people and when organizations like the Chantry and what have you only see race and see it as a bad thing sometimes, she goes off the handle. Estoria doesn’t shy away from being an elf, but she doesn’t believe that’s all she is nor does she believe anyone else is just their physical race.

47. How easily does your OC forgive?

Fane is slow to forgive, even if that person is highly dear to him. However, it does depend on what happened in the first place and there’s a big, big plot point later on in my story that shows a heavily development in this characteristic.

Estoria is an easy forgiver. She’s very openminded and realizes everyone has their struggles, but if it’s something truly deplorable with no other reason besides causing harm or death or gaining influence then that changes quickly.

64. What are some habits your OC has picked up?

Fane has picked up on a lot of habits due to how long he’s lived and what his nature entails. He has a habit of squeezing his arms if he’s agitated, crossing them in an attempt to steady himself, and growling. Fane growls constantly, even if he’s not irritated. It’s an involuntary reaction from being a dragon.

He also has a habit of tracing patterns in wood with his eyes--pointing out shapes and faces. He also has a habit of..twisting the truth. *side eyes once AGAIN*

74. What is your OC’s favorite color?

Fane -- Blue (Don’t look at me like that.)

Estoria -- Grey (reminds her of her father’s eyes)

Mhairi -- White (she likes the symbolism of purity)

75. What is your OC’s favorite scent?

Fane -- Gladiolus

Estoria -- Rain

Mhairi -- Vanilla

76. What is your OC’s favorite animal?

Fane -- Wolf (DON’T. There’s more to it, I swear!)

Estoria -- Cats (she used to play with them in alley ways)

Mhairi -- Halla (she adores being around them since her mother would take her to them when she was little)

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Thank you for the ask, lovely person! Have a splendid day! ❤️❤️

#dragon age #oc: fane lavellan #oc: estoria lavellan #oc: mhairi lavellan #oc: cyfrin azurel #asks #always love doing these because it helps me flesh my children out #get the brain juices flowing too!

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pufflyhallows · 4 years

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Hi! This is a brand new series for our boy Sirius Black. It’s a rockstar!au in modern days. I really hope you like it, I had the idea over a year ago and had a little something in my drafts but only now got to write it the way it deserves. Enjoy!

Chapter One: Press

Warnings: language

Word count: 1,7k

a/n: I know nothing about press or the music industry, so forgive me for any mistakes lol

Sirius Black. What a perfect name for the typical arrogant and condescending rockstar who had just been declared artist of the decade by the magazine you worked for. Unfortunately for you, he also happened to be your ex-boyfriend.

You two had met in high school, way before he got famous. He already wrote music back then, you being one of the very first people to ever listen to it. Some of those songs were quite big hits today and you genuinely liked them, but that didn’t mean you liked him. At least, not anymore. Your relationship had ceased to exist seven years ago. What is it that people say about fame? Oh yes, it changes you.

As you walked past the countless desks in that white-walled office with tall windows, the latest edition of the magazine in hands, you thought about your boss’ proposition. She wanted you to interview the “artist of the decade” for the February issue – it was coming out on Valentine’s Day and she wanted an article about Sirius Black’s muse and writing process. According to her, it was impossible that there wasn’t a girl behind the lyrics of his songs, even though the man had been single for years now. You had told her you’d think about it and answer the next day. Well, today was the next day.

Brenda, your boss’ assistant, was on the phone when you approached her desk. She raised a finger at you as if to say “hold on” and kept talking to the person at the other end of that call. You knew better than to interrupt her, so you patiently waited.

“No freaking way, Rebecca! I told you he was going to the party regardless of what Charlie said! Now, don’t get me wrong, I think you’re much smarter than Mackenzie, but she’s got a point.”

You inhaled deeply, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. Was it naive of you to assume that people only took business calls during business hours?

“I’m wheezing! Literally dying! Oh God...” Brenda giggled. “Well, I gotta go. I’m at work. What? Bitch, you called.”

You watched as she hung up the phone and gathered some loose sheets of paper from her desk, organizing them in a pile.

“Brenda?” you said, catching her attention. “I’m here to see Mrs. Lennox. Could you announce me?”

“She’s busy.”

“Uhh… She asked me to come by her office at ten and it’s… ten.”

Brenda sighed and picked up the phone again, pressing the interphone button. “Mrs. Lennox? Sorry to bother, but Y/N says she’s here to see you. Yes. Not a problem. Okay.”

She hung up and went back to putting her sheets into piles. You raised an eyebrow at her before she finally looked at you and spoke as if it was obvious. “Go in!”

Was it unprofessional to flip off a coworker?

You opened the door slowly and found Mrs. Lennox sitting by her desk with her eyes focused on her computer screen. She looked at you and smiled, gesturing for you to come see what she was working on.

“These photos just came in. Look at him! Isn’t he just so handsome?!”

And there he was. His signature guitar lazily laying between his legs as he had one hand resting on it and the other supporting his weight. He was sitting on a white… box-shaped stool? The background was also white, contrasting to his all-black outfit.

“I think I want these in black and white, what do you think?”

“There isn’t much color in them anyways,” you though out loud.

“Oh…” Mrs. Lennox eyed the entire picture. “You’re right. Black and white it is,” she wrote it down on her notepad.

You kept looking at the photo displayed across the large computer screen. The little shit was handsome, there was no denying that. The problem was what was behind that smirk – arrogance, selfishness and a big big sense of self-importance.

“So?!” your boss’ voice snapped you out of your memories. “Have you thought about our conversation yesterday?”

“I have,” you walked around the desk and sat in front of the older woman as she took off her red cat-eye glasses. “But I need to ask you something first.”

“Go ahead.”

“Will it bring attention to the fact that I am his ex-girlfriend?”

“What do you mean, sweetie? Everyone already knows.”

“I know, but… will it be focused on that? Yesterday you mentioned that it’d be great to have some sort of reunion and that the public would love it. Your idea is an intimate interview, just the two of us in the room and all.”

“Yes...”

“I understand it. I agree that the conversation flows better that way, because the interviewees usually feel more comfortable with less people around and no cameras. However, this is my job. Just my job. I don’t want it to be publicized as a reunion with my ex-boyfriend. This is me, a journalist, interviewing him, a musician.”

Mrs. Lennox looked at you for a while, as if she was trying to read your thoughts. She placed her hands together on the desk and took a deep breath.

“Listen, Y/N. I’ve got to be honest with you. The subject that will be discussed in this interview is interesting, yes. A lot of people are curious about his lyrics. Myself included. But frankly? Anyone can ask him questions about that and put it on a website or a magazine. Anyone. Would it sell? Of course! He’s the artist of the decade, everyone adores him. Now, imagine if the person interviewing him is actually a former girlfriend. And not any girlfriend, but his high school sweetheart. The girlfriend from the very beginning of his career. The person who was there when some of the biggest songs of this entire decade were being written. It will sell like water in the desert, Y/N! This is really good for press.”

“So this is why you picked me, of all people. Press,” you looked down and bit your inner cheek. “I’m a journalist, Mrs. Lennox.” You looked back at her, “I am part of the press. And I know how they will eat me alive after this interview. They will chase me around, paps will hunt me everywhere. The whole nightmare will start all over again. Even after seven years, I still get the occasional question about him. After this interview, though? There will be no peace. And, as a matter of fact, I’m not quite sure if I like the idea of having my personal life used as marketing. God, I’m not even sure if I do want to ‘reunite’ with him.”

“I see,” Mrs. Lennox leaned back on her chair. “What is your answer, then?”

You looked in her eyes, thinking about the last three years you worked for her magazine. She was by far the best boss you’ve ever had. She took you under her wing and gave you enough space to explore your full potential and truly shine. She bent backwards for you several times in the past, helping you build your name in journalism. There was nothing in this world that she could ask that would make you think twice before attending. Nothing, except this.

However, there was a side of you that wanted to see him again. To speak to him again. Hear him talk again. A very curious side of you, that needed to see how he would act around you after so many years of no contact. Would he treat you like every other interviewer? Would he be as self-absorbed and pompous? Would he answer to your questions truthfully? That side of you would die to find out.

And that side won. Along with all the respect you had for your boss and the extra payment she offered the day before, of course.

“My answer is yes. I will interview him.”

Mrs. Lennox smiled widely, but before she could say anything, you added. “Under one condition.”

“Oh, Y/N. What is it?”

“It won’t get publicized as a reunion. Please, Mrs. Lennox, don’t publish it with something like ‘Sirius Black interviewed by former girlfriend’. Just put my name in there and let the press do their thing around it. That’s all I ask. Please.”

Mrs. Lennox eyed you for a while, just like before. She always seemed to crave the power to read minds, maybe even control them. She bit her lower lip and adjusted her wedding ring, looking down at her notepad now.

“Well, it does look good to treat it like it’s so casual. Like you’re still friends and it’s no big deal. You did end things amicably, after all.”

Right…

“Okay, Y/N,” she nodded. “It will be just your name, no mentions of the relationship.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Lennox.”

“Right. Look, Y/N, this interview is very important for us. Please, keep that in mind. I expect a really good show of professionalism on your part. The subject might be delicate to deal with, given your past, but I trust that you won’t leave out any details pertinent to the writing of this article.”

“You have nothing to worry about. The subject won’t be delicate at all.”

You hoped you didn’t sound insulted, because you did feel your ears burn slightly with the insinuation that you might care if he wrote songs about some other girl. You absolutely did not. It’s been seven fucking years.

“Great. That settles it, then. I will look into scheduling this interview now,” she clicked on her mouse and put her red cat-eye glasses back on. “I am predicting it will take place within two weeks from now, so no trips out of town during this time!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You can go back to work now, sweetie. If anything comes up, I’ll e-mail you.”

“Okay,” you stood up and grabbed your latest edition of the magazine, remembering why you had brought it in the first place. “Oh! By the way, there’s a typo on page forty-five of the January issue. Printing started this morning, so I think there’s still time to fix it before we lose too much material.”

“Y/N! What would I do without you?! Page forty-five, you say?” she immediately wrote it down on her notepad. “I knew I couldn’t trust Henry on this.”

“He’s a good kid,” you shrugged. “He’ll get the hang of it.”

“Right, right… Ask Brenda to call him on your way out, will you?”

“Of course,” you nodded, already feeling bad for Henry’s ears.

The next couple of weeks were going to be interesting, though.

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#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black imagine #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #sirius black series #harry potter imagine #sirius black au #harry potter au #random tag

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maxxfabray · 3 years

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FIRE STARTER 🔥🔥🔥 | MAXLINA

Who: Max Fabray & Alina Montgomery @alinamontgomery

Where: Alina’s Playroom

When: Wednesday 5.19.21

Warnings: Fireplay

Alina L. Montgomery

Alina had spend the last two days reading all the material she could find out fire play, she read about safety and the tools and made sure to order everything she would need. And thanks to express shipping, they all arrived in time for this afternoon. She had already put the scene room of her apartment together, organizing it the way she wanted to. Pretty much bouncing on her heels in excitement, Alina was both too excited and too curious to see what would come out of their afternoon together. When Max finally arrived, Alina led her towards the room, finding the woman a comfortable place to kneel so they could first talk about what was going to happen. She had ideas and ideas running inside her head, and even though Max had told her she had no limits, she wanted to be sure. Always. "That's great, Cherry. Are you comfortable?"

max fabray

Max was buzzing with excitement all day. All she could think about was her fire scene with Alina. There was no one daring enough to do this with Max yet so she was happy that she finally found her match. It was for that reason she put her best foot forward, not wanting to jeopardize this for anything. So she was completely sober and more than willing to be completely obedient. It took everything in her not to run through the Domme's apartment when she was invited in. She looked up at Alina once they were in the playroom and nodded, joyful at the use of her nickname. "I'm completely comfortable, Miss. Where do we start?" She asked, bouncing on her heels.

Alina L. Montgomery

Alina allowed herself two small claps in excitement after Max's answer, giving the switch a smile before going forward with her explanation. "Alright! First of, I need you to tie your hair for me, Cherry. As tight as possible. It would be brilliant if you could make a bun, but a pony tail will do too. We don't want that getting in the way," she said, handing Max two hair ties she had taken off from her wrist. "When you're done, I'm going to need you to take off your clothes too. All of it. Because we are going to do some lovely fire fleshing today. ...If that's alright with you," The last sentence was added as an after thought. Alina had several plans, but that was her favorite one. She had tried it on her own legs the day before and it seemed like something Max would enjoy - if not, they could always make new plans.

max fabray

Max nodded and took the hair ties from Alina, pulling her hair in a high pony, revealing the undercut that was still growing out. Her hair was still short enough that it didn’t touch her neck or shoulders, which seemed like a good thing for what they were about to do. She then got rid of the rest of her clothes in no more than a minute, pushing them out of the way haphazardly. Max was already excited but now that her desire was finally being realized, it was turned up a bunch of notches. She was visibly buzzing at this point. “I think that sounds amazing, Miss. So it’s super alright with me. Let’s do it!”

Alina L. Montgomery

The excitement in Max was making Alina more and more excited herself. She let herself giggle at just how fast the other woman undressed and tossed her clothes aside. "Alright! Lovely! So I need you to lay down for me..." She said, walking towards the surface she wanted Max on, patting it. "Right here." The fluid and lighter she was going to need were sitting right next to it, on a small table. She waited for the Switch to move, tying her own her up as she waited, taking her own T-shirt off just to be sure as well. Once Max was over, Alina helped her get into the position she wanted. On her back, legs together and arms to her side.

max fabray

As soon as Max caught sight of the lighter and the fluid, she could feel the excitement only grow. She had a hard time keeping still, but followed Alina's instructions to a T, laying down on the surface and clenching her fists at her side. She couldn't wait to feel the heat on her skin. Subconsciously, Max licked her lips when Alina took her shirt off, noting that both scenes she was being touched but she hadn't touched Alina. She wanted to change this. But she tucked that thought away for later. Hopefully she didn't forget it. "Like this, Miss?" She asked, forcing herself to keep still.

Alina L. Montgomery

"Yes, Cherry! Just like that!" Alina said, letting herself clap once, twice, three times. She was excited to finally start. She moved closer to the things she had set aside - the wet towel, the fluid and the lighter and brought them closer to where she had Max laying down. "I'm gonna do a very tiny dot right here," she said, poking Max's thigh softly as she looked at her. "And you tell me how it feels, okay?" Alina smiled and moved to apply the fluid. She lit it up without warning, and then placed the towel on top to kill the fire before it could actually hurt Max. As soon as that was done, she looked up at the Switch, eyes bright with excitement, waiting for her answer.

max fabray

Alina's excitement was contagious and it only added to her own pent up excitement. Max had been waiting for this for as long as she could remember and now it was finally happening. Even though she was laying down, she couldn't keep her head down and she looked down at the sight below her. As soon as she saw the flame, she was captivated. There was a quick pulse of heat and as soon as it was gone, she was craving more. "I loved that. I loved it so much. More. I mean, again, please!" She didn't care how needy she came across, she loved fire even more than she thought possible and she never wanted it to stop.

Alina L. Montgomery

Max's reaction had put a huge smile on Alina's lips. Again. The slight worry she had on the bad of her mind completely gone now, replaced with a little more excitement and curiosity. "I love that," she said, winking at her. This time, Alina went to a much more ambitious spot on Max's other thigh. She poured more fluid and lit up the fire then, waiting the few seconds and killing it with the towel. Her eyes on Max then as she moved to go again, back on the first leg. She didn't wait for Max to ask for more this time, pouring the fluid and lighting it up. "This is so fun!" she said as she killed the fire one more time.

max fabray

Max was glad that Alina decided to move at a faster pace as she went on. It was like there was a rhythm with how she proceeded. Fluid, fire, then towel. She was mesmerized each time, watching the flame take shape only to watch it be put out again. She barely felt the heat and after a few rounds of that, Max wanted more. "This is so much fun, Miss. But do you think maybe we can leave the flame on me a little while longer, please?" It was just like her, never satisfied and always looking for an adrenaline rush.

Alina L. Montgomery

Alina looked up when she heard Max, her eyes being way too busy with the brightness of the flames. She gave the request some thought. "I would have to hurt you, Cherry..." she said, fluid and lighter in hand. "I'll leave just one tiny second more, than you tell me how it feels..." Alina said. She knew she could leave the fire on for a little longer before it actually hurt - as she had tried it before - but she wanted to be careful. As curious and adventurous as Alina always was, she tended to be careful when it came to other people. She put some of the fluid down and set it on fire, leaving it a little bit longer this time, before putting it out. "So?"

max fabray

The one thing about Max was that she wouldn’t have minded the pain. In fact, she would have welcomed it. But she also wasn’t going to go against Alina’s wishes as a Domme. “Okay, Miss.” Anything she wanted, Max would have agreed to. When the flame lit up once moreover , Max reacted as she did the first few times: with wonder and excitement. The heat sunk into her skin a little deeper and she loved the slight tinge of pain she felt before it disappeared again. She craved that feeling and was grateful Alina was giving her the taste everyone else was denying her. "I love it, Miss. So fucking much."

#alina #para: alina #para: fire starter

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ccmagma · 3 years

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I think about my story and think about one word: Disbelief. Not because what has happened to me is something shocking, or worrying, no, nothing like that at all. But upon learning my heritage, what has happened over years… It sounds like something from a tale. I’ve heard the story enough times from my parents, more so my father who came from someplace far away much like other refugees. Perhaps, that’s where this story should start… I can’t say for certain how they felt exactly, experiences are, after all, unique to us. However, putting myself in their shoes… I can’t even begin to imagine what it had been like. To have no information, not knowing what was coming and the inability to prepare for it.

My father came from a planet called Earth, a funny name I thought considering the translation of it had meant literal dirt. It wasn’t the most unique of names when I realized the other planets surrounding Earth and its history with Gods and Goddesses.

Earth. It was a planet already doomed thanks to its human inhabitants. The world was crumbling around them, war was a regular term in their households, little did they know something greater was coming. It’s safe to say things did not end well for them, the residents of my home did what they could and saved what humans they could. There were a lot of casualties… Many families were separated and I am certain not many took a liking to their new life.

Emptying Earth and leaving it to ash happened over the course of years. It wasn’t until recently where portals to that planet were closed off as far as two-way travel went. It would be another dumping ground for the creatures that plagued our lands of Izavyn. That was the root of all problems and the cause for most quarrels throughout our countries and city-states. A plague, a virus, an abomination, there were many words to describe what caused the woe of so many but the term we used for those creatures was a simple one, Demons. Their creation was one out of malice but perhaps when an organization sees too much peace, it craves to shift the balance. War might not have been as common here but it wasn’t unknown.

Demons were once people, our people. Changing them back was impossible, at least it seemed that way. When one combines the magic of the land with dark practices given to them by one of The Arms, the one no one mentions for there is power in a name or prayer.

The Arms were created by The Eternal. Those lucky enough to hear her voice or perhaps catch a glimpse learned she had a name, Divi. The Eternal Divi created what we know, her power flows through all of us, and upon passing we re-join her. All life is connected to her and therefore we are all connected, to every fabric of being. The Eternal also created four to help her, to watch and guide us, The Arms. Any paintings or statues of Divi and constructed so that she appears to have four arms, though now at days older art either scratched out or have removed the fourth arm. The fourth betrayed The Eternal and have been gathering followers and temples of his own, promising a new age and have become a powerful deity in his own right. Whispers of The Ascent Mol is rare, but not unheard of.

The Arms were prayed to just as The Eternal was. Though references to them have changed over time. Sometimes I hear elders sigh out, “By the five!” and anyone within earshot is horrified. We no longer reference them as five but as four. After all, if one divine figure goes rogue and attempts to take all, for the most part, you should be against it. Naturally, that isn’t always the cause.

Izavyn had felt responsible for the havoc that came over the years. There are parts of our world that had been destroyed and rebuilt, taken over, some still fight a resistance or civil war. When those who decided to follow Mol and his trek for power over all, things changed. They gave their lives, prayers, their devotion, and in turn, it made him strong. Everything is connected, choosing to give yourself to something so powerful isn’t wise but not all men are wise. Creatures were created, the dangerous sort that can infect you with a wound and have you turned. Death by a Demon though frightening was merciful compared to the other option. They spread throughout the land, diminished populations, and where they roamed, darkness followed. The neverending night was their home, it’s where they flourished and thrived. No one dared made their way to a patch of dark land when the sun was out, the cold and dead land meant creatures that would kill. At night, everyone would stay in their homes, traveling would be banned for cargo ships and merchants. Those who wished to risk it on their own was another story… Not even our armies would venture to the darkened lands. The dark clouds in the distance were an omen, a promise of destruction to those who sought safety. The only way to destroy the patches of darkness would be to kill the hoard that inhabited it, that was not an easy feat. Upon nightfall, they roamed free, and hope at that point was lost.

There was a point the people of Izavyn thought things could turn around. The numbers of Demons were dwindling, causalities were becoming less and less. However, just as we had access to magic, as did they. There was a practice that had been used for the most heinous of prisoners. Those who did wrong beyond fixing and required justice were banished from the world. A portal would open and they would be sent somewhere desolate and free of intelligent life. What happened after would be up to them and no longer the business of our world. However, it turns out that a portal can work two ways with the right studies behind it. That’s how the numbers jumped up again and other worlds began to get involved in the strife that should have belonged to Izavyn alone.

Since then, most Kingdoms and City-States have decided to get involved, working to have the same ability the opposing side did. Wars were fought on all fronts and refugees were taken in of all races, most sent to camps to fight. We needed armies and they needed an escape… it was a dreadful exchange but I could understand the military aspect of it, it didn’t mean I agreed to it. Those who sought asylum were brought over, checked over by doctors and ailments would be removed. The world here was free of sickness that could kill, our healers and their abilities were both inspiring and wanted. Everyone who came through would be treated, and while the masses were grateful… I knew it was because our world could do more with healthy people than sickly ones. It was a double-edged sword of sorts but perhaps everything that had beauty also had an ugliness to it.

To make joining the military enticing, promises were made and kept. Majikas were crafty and their practices were difficult, so much so that only one of the many elements would be taught to them. They could summon fire at will, hold lightning in their hands, or even practice in potions and the arcana which would allow for many things, endurance, a day without needed sleep, even a change of appearance of them or others. Hallows were the most pampered of the bunch, clothes in white and ethereal looking, elegance was their calling and people were in awe of them and their ability to heal the sick or create barriers of protection without needed enchantments. We then had those in the front lines, impressive warriors who gained respect just by their sheer look alone, there were many kinds. Some with bulky armor and a grand sword, an enchanted shield that could but up a barrier. They were front-line men, giving commands to their squadron and leading the way. Others were dressed more lightly, more agile. Some with slimmer long swords, long twin daggers, bows with arrows that would appear on a whim, all enchanted weapons with their own special ability. It all looked glamourous really and those who were not from this world were given promises of a better life if they joined one of the ranks. A promise of enhanced beauty, so you would look like the most prominent version of you courtesy of a Majika, and those who joined the front-line men were given the option of a complete change and land, an enticing idea for those who liked the material things. The person would no longer have to live in the safe house and would instead be given a cozy room to call their own, a private bath included, and the promise to be able to own land or home depending on their choice of rank to follow as well as being given the status of a citizen instead of being labeled a refugee.

The refugees were put to work but they worked alongside everyone else, everyone had to pitch in one form or another. Those with a specialized trade were willing to take on apprentices and that option was one people sought after because it promised a place of their own in the home of the master tradesman. There was also an option to help in re-building, supplies run, guard duty, and many other things. That didn’t mean that there was no downtime, not at all. People were still able to enjoy time with their families or seek out help and therapy due to the drastic changes. Not all took it well and when death rates began rising within the safety of the barriers, those in higher power took action. It was a hard change, but those who remained were able to make it through and over the years the world has prospered the best it can given the circumstances. However, it seems the Demons have run out of souls to take on for their army and the focus now remains on us, the last standing in their path and our unwillingness to bow makes us targets.

Some know that time might not be kind with what looms. Some choose to just make it by, others wise to live as if tomorrow might be the end and that’s what my parents did. My mother is was born in this world, she comes from across the sea and studied as a tailor. Her studies eventually brought her to the City-State of Verrin where she ended up being the private seamstress to the council. She never did talk much of home but I understood. It was painful… Back in her home of Qisyo things were difficult. It was one of the countries where the royal family had been forced out and armies with the banners for Mol were raised. Some refugees from her country could be seen throughout Verrin but I knew of a settlement by the ocean on a cliff where her people were trying to wait out the war across the sea so they can return home. Qisyo’ko was the name of the settlement and I had only been there once…

My father had arrived when my mother was working in a dress shop, he did not join the ranks and instead chose to live his life in the business of delivery within the city. My mother was someone he came across quite often since he would deliver goods to the shop she worked in and their relationship eventually grew and then they were married. My mother was aware of his status as a refugee and knew marriage wouldn’t secure a future for him but her eventual career opened doors and my father was able to eventually work in the library, much like he had back on Earth. It was a quiet enough life for them, and my appearance made things better for them, something they always reminded me of. I remember spending a lot of time with my father in the library, reading never-ending books, and in the evening bothering my mother beyond words since I had not seen her all day whenever work called for her.

Eventually, I did make friends of my own but there was one I ended up being the closest to. It was around the time the last of the humans from Earth made their way over. There had been a group of orphans but there was one who did not seem as sad as the others. It turned out she had already been an orphan and had been placed in home after home. The events of her world and the drastic change stressed her eyes, but she did not cry over the loss of family like the others and seemed more optimistic, hopeful almost. Her name was Morgan and she and I had a bond that could rival the closest of sisters.

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simonxriley · 4 years

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Keep Your Degtyaryov By Your Side! 1/2

Pairing: Alexsandr “Tachanka” Senaviev & Skylar “Phoenix” Jackson (Platonic, I know..shocking)

Other Characters: Timur “Glaz” Glazkov, Seamus “Sledge” Cowden

Words: 2,404

Warnings: None

Summary: Skylar and Glaz concoct an April fools joke that might just send the one and only Tachanka into a panic. But things go a little south.

A/N: This was going to be one long-ish one-shot but then I decided to split it into 2 parts. The first in Skylar’s POV and the other in Tachanka’s up until a certain part.

Ao3

April first, the one day where it was acceptable to prank people, and so far the base has been fairly quiet. Then again it was still morning and there was plenty of time throughout the day for more people to get pranked. Skylar already expected Thermite, Smoke and Bandit to have something up their sleeves, and felt sorry for those poor unfortunate souls who will get the other end of it. She just hopes she isn’t one of them.

As she made her way to meet Glaz in his room, she couldn’t help but have a little skip in her step. For someone who doesn’t really like pranking people, her and Glaz came up with a fun filled prank, for the one and only Tachanka. Though they were treading on dangerous territory, no one was allowed to touch his beloved Degtyaryov and they were about to take it straight out of his room and have her place it on the roof.

She knocked on Glaz’s door and impatiently waited for him to open it, not like it took him all of three seconds to do so. He moved aside letting her in and shut the door behind her. “What’s the plan again?”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, it wasn’t like they went over this plan last night via text message. “We go and grab Alex to have breakfast with us hopefully, I pretend to get a text from someone and leave for a bit. You keep Alex occupied while I move his Degtyaryov to the roof.”

He nodded his head. “Okay, what if I can’t keep him occupied? You know how stubborn he can be.”

“Then keep him occupied long enough for me to grab the gun and make it to the roof, so like five minutes.”

“Okay.” A small mischievous smile started to spread across his face. “You ready?”

“Oh yeah.”

They both headed for his room, knowing he would be done with training right about now. Skylar trying to make herself not smile as she makes her way to his room with Glaz, knowing full well that Tachanka would know something was up because of how giddy she was. And she couldn’t have that.

By the time they came to his door, she took a deep breath to calm her excitement, face going neutral as she watched the door open.

Tachanka looked between both of them and leaned against the doorway. “Isn’t this a nice surprise? Two people who didn’t show up for training standing right in front of my door.”

Confusion etched on both Glaz and Skylar’s face and they glanced between one another.

“We did train, it’s Wednesday, remember?” said Skylar. She watched as he contemplated her words and realized she was right. Her and Glaz always trained on Mondays and Wednesdays. “Wow, already forgetting what day it is.”

“Shush!” She chuckled in reply, making him cross his arms. “So what is it?”

“Skylar and I were wondering if you wanted to get breakfast?”

He uncrossed his arms and sighed through his nose, glancing between them once again. “Sure, I haven’t eaten yet anyways.”

“Great! We’ll wait out here until you’re ready.”

Tachanka looked her over, seeing the cheeky smile spread across her face. He knew what day it was and was a little skeptical about this whole ordeal. Glaz wasn’t one to prank people, that wasn’t his thing. Neither was Skylar’s as far as he knows. She never pranked anyone on base that he knows of, but that cheeky smile did make him curious.

“Give me a few minutes I still need to get dressed.”

They both nodded their heads as he shut his door, Skylar letting out a breath and looked over at Glaz. “I think he’s onto us.”

Her voice was just above a whisper, soft enough for only him to know what she said. “Don’t worry about it, he won’t suspect a thing.”

“I think I’m gonna go to breakfast with you guys and act like I got a message there instead of when we’re walking to the mess-hall. Be a bit more believable.”

“I agree.”

Tachanka came out of his room seconds later in more casual clothing than his training fatigues. He turned around after shutting his door to lock it, which sent Glaz into a small panic. She glanced over at him mouthing the words ‘don’t worry I got this’ and he nodded in reply.

“So how was training?” asked Skylar “Did the FBI win like we always do?”

She momentarily forgot that the FBI and Spetsnaz were joint training today, minus her and Glaz, unfortunately due to their sniper training. And ninety-five percent of the time the FBI wins.

He let out a scoff and rolled his eyes. “Da, they did.”

“You Russians need to learn how to work better as a team.” She held her hands up in defense after seeing the offended looks on their faces. “I’m not saying this as a bad thing, I like you guys..well four out of five of you. I’ve watched you guys in simulations, you all have talent, you just don’t know how to materialize that talent as a team.”

Tachanka looked over at Glaz who was rubbing his neck awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact with his fellow comrade. “You agree with her don’t you Timur?”

“Details is what I do, we plan as a team greatly. As soon as the simulations start, those plans seem to go out the window. Maxim roams a bit too much, Shuhrat doesn’t hold contact with the team. It’s not a coincidence the FBI can kill three out of five of us in a matter of seconds.”

He was quiet for a moment, a little too quiet, then his body relaxed and he exhaled a breath. “The more I think about it, the more you’re right.”

“Try what the FBI does, figure out your guys strengths and weaknesses and figure out how to work them as a team. It’ll take time, but maybe after a while half of your team won’t be wiped in the matter of seconds.”

Tachanka nodded his head, a small smile spreading across his face. “I’ll look into it….thanks kotyonok!”

“Just trying to help my fave Russians.” she laughed. “Now let’s go get something to eat. I'm starving.”

The mess-hall was pretty packed with the majority of the other operators already in there. Unfortunately Thermite was one of them, now she needed to glance around the room to figure out which ones of her friends weren’t in there. Luckily she didn’t see Castle, Ela or Jackal, now just to figure out which one to use to get away.

They all grabbed their breakfast and took a seat at the nearest available table. Skylar didn’t grab much since she knew she needed to leave in a bit. However she was craving a nice cup of tea that she couldn’t have yet.

“I’ve been wondering something about you Skylar.” said Tachanka after a moment. “You don’t seem like the military type..”

“So why did I join?”

“Da.”

“I graduated high school when I was sixteen, took a gap year afterwards to really search for the right college for me. During that gap year a hurricane struck Maine and completely destroyed the families brewery which was our main source of income. I didn’t want my parents to spend money that should go into the brewery on my tuition, so I opted to join the Marines to pay for it.”

“You never told me that.”

She looked over at Glaz and chuckled. “Truthfully it never crossed my mind.” She pretended to have her phone buzzing in her pocket, and picked it up to see who it was. “Looks like Castle needs me for something.”

“Maybe he’s going to prank you?”

“Perhaps.” She stood up, grabbing the little bit of food she grabbed. “I’ll see you guys later.”

Skylar left the mess-hall after that and headed for her room to get her lock picks. She was secretly hoping he wouldn’t have locked his door when they went to breakfast, now she’s hoping no one walks down the hall while she picks his lock to get into his room.

She opened the door to her room and placed the food and water bottle onto her bed and went into her side table, grabbing her lock picks and put them into her pocket, and headed for Tachanka’s room.

As she came to his room, she slowed her pace down a bit, looking around her to see if she could see anyone around, thankfully no one was. She knelt down and took the lock picks out of her pocket and began to go to work. About a moment later she heard the door unlock, sighing in relief and slowly opened the door and went in.

She quietly shut the door behind her and pocketed her lock picks again. His room was fairly organized, and wasn't really shocked since he’s been in the military for a few decades, that stuff kinda sticks with you. As she walked over to his Degtyaryov, she glanced at his desk, seeing paperwork for his last mission, a few books on old soviet weaponry and a paper with her name on it.

That drew her attention more to it and she picked it up, now seeing it was a letter. Or a half written one to be exact. Her hazel eyes scanning the words and her heart skipped a beat. “What Timur said was true, he does like me.”

She shook her head when she realized she said that out loud and placed the letter back where she found it. Now was not the time to worry about their crushes, but to get his Degtyaryov to the roof. That can come later.

Up close his mounted Degtyaryov was pretty big, and most likely heavy. She went to grab it by the base of the mount and pick it up, groaning as she did. “Jesus this thing weighs a lot. No wonder a guy like him carries it.”

That’s when the light bulb in her head went off. She needed someone strong enough to carry it, the first person that came to her mind was Sledge. She reached for her phone and dialed his number, hoping he wasn’t busy or in the middle of training.

“Hello?”

“Hi Seamus I need your help.”

“Okay, what do ya need lass?”

She let out a small chuckle and placed her arm on the gun. “Uh Glaz and I are pranking Tachanka by moving his Degtyaryov to the roof and it’s too heavy for me to move on my own. Can you help?”

There was complete silence at his end and that made her a bit worried. “Lads gonna go mental over this. But hell yeah I’ll be over in a minute.”

“Thanks Seamus!”

“No problem!”

They both hung up the phone, Skylar putting it back into her pocket - she took a seat on his bed. Though the mattress was identical to hers, she liked the feel of his duvet under her fingers. It made her slightly think of what could possibly happen in the near future, that is if she can survive his onslaught.

Sledge finally walked through the door and she stood up. “Seriously Seamus thank you for doing this. I’m not sure a lot of people would do this considering who this gun belongs to.”

“Skylar you’re the only one brave enough to do this, everyone else would be afraid of his wrath.” He walked over and swung the gun over his shoulders with ease. “And truthfully? I can’t wait to see his reaction.”

“I know I’m walking on some mighty thin ice here, but he doesn’t scare me. However I am looking forward to his reaction when he finds out it was me.”

They began to make their way to the roof, thankfully Tachanka’s room was close to the door. She kept an eye and ear opened to make sure no one was coming near them.

“He’s never gonna see it coming, will most likely blame James or Dominic.”

Skylar laughed and agreed with him. Smoke and Bandit were known pranksters around base, so it would be the first place his brain would go when he finds out his Degtyaryov is gone. That Smoke or Bandit decided to misplace his beloved LMG.

“Poor Smoke and Bandit.”

Sledge laughed as they came to the door leading up to the roof. She opened it for him, letting him go in first and followed behind. With his free hand he opened the other door leading to the roof and stood to the side.

“Where do ya want it?”

She looked around, wanting a place where she knows he’ll be able to see it. “How about right there? It’s near the front door of the barracks, easy to see.”

Sledge placed it down and chuckled. “Please keep me updated on this.”

“I will.” She took one last glance over at the Degtyaryov before turning back to him. “Now I just need to re-lock his door and meet him and Timur back in the mess-hall..and act like nothing happened.”

“Good, this might be the only entertainment I get for the day.” He laughed.

“Probably the only entertainment a lot of us are gonna get.”

“Too right, lass.”

They left the roof after that and went their separate ways. Skylar went back to Tachanka’s room to quickly lock his door and then headed back to the mess-hall. When she got there, they were both still there and that made her sigh in relief.

“Miss me?”

“Terribly.” joked Tachanka

She glared over at him and huffed. “I know you did, don’t lie to me Alexsandr.”

“Someone’s feisty?” He took a sip of his coffee and looked over at her. “What did Miles want?”

“Well maybe you should stop making me feisty. It was nothing, he just misplaced something of his.”

“Ah.” He didn’t fully believe her, but wasn’t going to pry just yet. “I have a gun to clean and polish, so I will see you two later.”

Both Glaz and Skylar watched him get up and leave, and laughed among each other. He was about to get one rude awakening when he opens his door. Hopefully the base is ready for the wrath of Tachanka.

“Everything set?” asked Glaz

“Yup, now we wait and watch it unfold.”

#otp: the tachanka and his kotyonok #tachanka x skylar #oc skylar jackson #timur glazkov #glaz #alexsandr senaviev #tachanka #seamus cowden #sledge #rainbow six siege #r6s

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meganshinsou-tm · 5 years

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Shared Walls. (m)

↳ chapter six: nightmare

❧ genre: pro-hero shouto, coworkers to lovers, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: night terrors, panic attacks, blood, buring alive

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“Where the fuck am I," you breathed out, walking down an alley.

Before and behind you was complete darkness as only a dim light hovered over you. Each step you took felt like you were about to fall, not sure what was in front of you. It was cold and quiet, not even your erratic breathing or footsteps echoed. Wrapping your arms around yourself, the organ in your chest started to work overtime as you felt a sinister aura creep up.

"Who's there?"

You didn't hear them coming, you didn't hear them breathing but somehow you were now pinned against a wall. Ice blue eyes held you still against the rough brick, flawless skin met charred skin and a stitched smile covered your captors features.

"He's been looking for you (Y/N). Don't scream and come quietly."

You shook your head no, making the beautiful monster quirk a brow. You hissed and cried as your forearms were being seared, looking down blue flames engulfed your skin, blue flames that matched those blue eyes.

"Shouto," you cried out.

The man chuckled and look to the right, his nose piercing shimmering. Your eyes followed his gaze and your blood went cold as your knees buckled, the hands around your now charred and numb arms gripped tighter holding you in place as you tried running. His lips were at your neck, ghosting your skin and making you shudder as hot tears streamed down your cheeks. Shouto was on the ground, the same dim light that hovered over you, hovered over him. On his knees wearing only his pants and boots, gashes and cuts littered his entire upper half. He looked down screaming as blood poured from above him, staining his snow white hair and dripping through his fingers.

Those heterochromatic eyes that you adored so much finally looked up at you and Shouto's expression went blank.

"(Y/N), I'm so sorry," his voice broke as blue flames soon surrounded him.

Those lips on your skin were now at your ear, you hissed as the sensation of them made your skin sting.

"Poor Shouto."

As the cold phrase left his lips, Todoroki was set ablaze as you both screamed out together.

"Shouto!!!"

All at once you were pulled from the darkness as your eyes flew open from a freezing cold sensation, they looked upon an ice blue eye making your blood run cold. Tears poured down your face as you tried to pull away from the hands clutching your wrists.

"No! Please don't hurt him!"

The eye narrowed and hands were now cupping your face as a low stoic and familiar voice started to fill your ears.

"(Y/N), it's me! Look at me!"

You were so focused on that one sea blue orb that you didn't notice the grey one, you pulled back a little and took in Todoroki's face, your eyes wondering down to his chest as your hands followed and gripped the clean and un-tattered shirt he wore, his arms loosely wrapped around you and were devoid of blood and scars.

"You're okay, it was only a nightmare. I'm here now!"

You looked back up to his face, your bottom lip quivering.

"Oh, Shouto," your voice broke as your face fell into his chest and sobbed.

Todoroki looked down and wrapped you tighter into his chest, one of his hands resting on the back of your head and petting your hair. He pressed his cheek to the top of your head and let you cry as your arms wrapped around him and gripped his back with desperation.

"I thought I lost you,” you rasped as the violent images flashed before your eyes once again.

"I thought I lost you too," was all he said as you both sat there and he comforted you.

After a while, your crying stop and you both sat in silence. Not once did either of you let go of each other, you found yourself softly humming a tune as Shouto rubbed your back. Your stomach growled breaking the serene moment and making your hero chuckle.

"I should feed you, it's been a while."

You pulled back and wrapped on arm around your stomach to realize you were wearing a t-shirt that didn't belong to you.

"Exactly how long have I been out of it?"

"Almost 12 hours."

Todoroki explained that he took you to the hospital to get your wound addressed and have you check over, your breathing had slowed immensely along with your heart rate and had him worried sick that you were dying. The doctors told him that whoever sedated you did so with a large uncontrolled amount and wanted you knocked out for a while. He explained how he brought you back to his place until you woke up, your clothes were covered in blood and he changed you into one of his own shirts.

"I'm sorry if that was wrong of me, I just didn't want you to wake up and see them."

You gave a pained smile at his chivalry and realized the heartbreaking reality of what needed to be done.

Touching his cheek you bit on your lip trying to keep from crying again, "Thank you so much for taking care of me Shouto, I'm so lucky to have you. I'm so sorry I got you into this mess, you're life would be a lot easier without me. And ... that's why I can't work for you anymore, or see you."

Todoroki's brows furrowed and his heart dropped into his gut. "W-what are you talking about?"

You looked away from him and sniffled.

"I thought I found the perfect place to hide from him, but he has eyes everywhere and now they know probably know about you. He won't stop at anything to get me back, even if that means going after you Shouto. I know even if I run again he'll probably just find me, but at least you won't be involved anymore. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you because of me. I can't protect you ... I'm nothing."

"Protect me?"

Shouto was having an internal crisis. One, he still didn't know what exactly who 'he' was and two, the woman he was falling for, that his heart yearned to love was wanting to leave and be on her own knowing she was in danger as long as it meant keeping him safe. Shouto felt your hands leaving him as you started to pull away and remove yourself.

"I'm sorry Roki. I should prob –"

His hand gripped your elbow keeping you in place and making a ragged breath escape you.

"It's not your job to protect me, but it is my job to protect you. I failed you once already, and I'll live with that for the rest of my life, but I won't live with letting you just - go. You're not leaving (Y/N) and that's final."

You looked up at him with puffy (e/c) orbs and lips parted, he could tell you wanted to fight back maybe throw a low blow his way to make him hate you but his own eyes seared into you silently letting you know it wasn't worth it.

"Okay," was all you answered with.

Shouto knew he had a hold over you, he didn't like to take advantage of it but this situation called for it.

"Now forget about all of this for a few hours and lets get you some food and a warm bath. But I need you to do something for me (Y/N)."

You hummed in response still looking at him awaiting his request. Shouto brushed your hair out of your face and placed his palm to your cheek, the contact made your hurt expression disappear as you happily melted into his touch.

"I can't protect you entirely if you don't tell me what's going on. So promise me, after we get you fed and feeling better, you'll tell me everything."

"I promise Roki!"

"Is that your mother?" You asked with a mouthful of pancakes.

After finally agreeing to eat some food and mentioning how you craved breakfast, Todoroki fulfilled your wish without judgement and without your help, declining every time you asked.

Shouto looked up from washing dishes and in the direction your eyes fell upon. It was a picture of him and a woman with ice white hair and grey eyes that matched his own. A soft smile played on his lips and he nodded.

"She's very beautiful. I think you take after her more than you do Enji."

"So does that mean you think I'm beautiful too," he teased.

You giggled and rolled your eyes at him, washing your food down with some milk and wiping your mouth.

"I think you're just fishing for a compliment RokiRoki! I'm sure tons of woman have let you know just how stunning you are. You know I'm curious, just how many woman have you dated?"

The hero looked at you with a quirked white brow and chuckled, "Uh – I'm not sure. I work a lot and never really focused on companionship. I've dated here and there in between with women who pursued me, but they only did so because of my status."

You pouted your lips and remembered the two girls in the ramen shop that drooled over him and how you forgot he was a popular hero. Yeah, he was undeniably gorgeous and extremely powerful but how could someone want this man just for those material things, he was so much more and truly a wonderful person, each day your heart feel for him more and more.

"I'm sorry Shouto, if it makes you feel any better I adore you for more than just your good looks!"

You stood from your seat and carried your dish over to the sink, as you tried to reach for the sponge and wash it on your own Todoroki took the plate. Before you could fight him he explained that your wrapped arm could get wet since they reached down to your wrist.

"Alright RokiRoki, you win this time. Thank you again for everything, you really are my hero."

Smiling, you stood on the tips of your toes, you hand cupped his face and brought his cheek close to your lips where you planted a kiss to his cool skin. Shouto smirked and let out a puff of steam making you giggle as he rolled his eyes.

"You know, its really cute how your quirk acts up every time I make you nervous or flustered."

The male shook his head and mumbled as he finished washing your dish and dried his hands.

"Come on, lets go to your place so you can get a bath and some of your own clothes if you want."

Nodding, you quickly turned on your heels to walk towards his door until your head started to spin, making you stumble over. Todoroki quickly caught you and scooped your body up, "I guess you're still a little woozy from the drug, let me get your keys and I'll carry you."

Todoroki brought you over to your apartment where he walked you straight to the bathroom and sat you on the edge of the tub.

"Let me undo these for you first, then I'll step out and wait for you to finish."

You nodded and watched as he gently took your arm in his hand and undressed the wrappings from it. He felt you flinch and looked up with concern.

"It's okay Todo, it's just really sore."

He continued carefully and removed the stained bandages, revealing the gash that wrapped from your inner forearm to the top of your wrist.

"Damn, that guy really fucked me up huh, I didn't even realize."

Shouto stood up and turned on the bath for you, asking how hot you wanted it and cleaned up the dried blood and ointment from your gash while the tub filled up.

"Okay, if you need me I'll be right outside so just call for me."

You nodded and smiled at him, making his heart melt and a smile cross his own face, he was so relieved to see you up and awake, bright and smiling once again.

Without hesitating, Shouto leaned down to your level, placing a hand on the back of your hair and kissed your forehead before walking out and let you be.

As he waited on the other side of the door, Shouto called his father informing him of what happened. Enji was genuinely worried about your well being and advised that you both take Monday off to rest and recoup and also for Shouto to keep an eye on you, in the meantime Endeavor planned on launching an investigation about what happened. Todoroki thanked him and told him that once he got more details he'd get a call back.

Once off the phone, the hero leaned his head against the door and let out a tired sigh.

A few more minutes went by as Shouto sat on the ground listening closely. Since your accident he was ten times more protective of you and scared that the littlest thing would break you. He sat there grateful that you lived right next door, close enough for him to keep an eye on you and not get too paranoid. From now on he wasn't going to let you out of his sight, not until whoever did this was caught and locked up.

"Shouto," your voice called out from inside the bathroom.

Todoroki turned his head as he answered you. "Are you okay, do you need something?"

He heard water sloshing and quietness again.

"Will you come in here and sit with me, I want to tell you now."

Shouto's eyes widened at your request and he asked if you were truly comfortable with him being in there, stating that he can wait for you to be done. You protested though and let him know that it was okay.

"I'm not going to seduce you Shouto if that's what you're scared of, at least not yet!"

The hero smirked and shook his head as you lightened up the mood.

"Okay, I'm coming in."

#shared walls #shouto todoroki #shouto todoroki x reader #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction

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