#I ACCIDENTLY ADDED THE SAME IMAGE TWICE FUCK-

[mary-the-brainrot-enjoyer]

Intruder defonately would snort if you tickle him too long or tickle his deathspots >:)

I bet you all of my monopoly money and a half eaten cookie 🤭

AAAAA-

I agree with you 100%

[suganovakawa]

𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader , hajime iwaizumi x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

WARNINGS : cursing , car accident , recovery from amnesia

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐗 < [ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 .

whatever’s happening between you and hajime , tooru is not having any of it .

word count : 1.7k

saudade masterlist .

SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀the moment you walked into the classroom, tooru felt his chest compress with the sight of you and hajime attached to each other by the hip. everything about what he saw was wrong, in every single aspect of the word. it sickened him down to the stomach. digust could never fully cover the monstrosity he witnessed.

⠀what the living hell was his girlfriend doing with his best friend, of all people?

⠀dare he even call iwaizumi his best friend at this point? friends, even?

⠀he wanted to go up to you and greet you, to ask about your being and if there was anything you needed. that's what a good boyfriend would do, right? then again, a good boyfriend wouldn't treat you like shit. nor would a good boyfriend blame you for things you had nothing to do with.

⠀and a good boyfriend certainly wouldn't tell you to fuck off, leading up to a car crash that would most likely ruin him for the rest of the year.

⠀"oikawa, are you not going to say anything to y/n?"

⠀shook from his thoughts at the mention of your name, tooru winced as he eyed the individuals around his desk. they all had the same face; angry, disgusted scowls meant for only him. he deserved it, he really did; he had purposely turned his head to the window the moment you walked in. he wanted to keep his gaze outside too, if not for these people around him.

⠀shrugging slightly as he looked up at his unwanted company, he spotted you standing idly at your designated desk. turning his vision slightly to the right, there was iwaizumi, paging you over and over again, but you weren't listening.

⠀no, your eyes were completely on his.

⠀his heart skipped a beat as your eyes focused on him and him alone, a million thoughts ran through his head like a marathon as he tried to understand why you were looking at him, and why you were looking at him so... curiously. did you know? did you remember everything? how much did hajime really tell you? it didn't take an idiot to know he had been spending the most time with you, so there was no guessing of what he's informed you of. as far as tooru knew, he'd already told you of how shitty of a boyfriend he was, and that he'd never be worth your time again.

⠀but if that were the case, you wouldn't have looked over at him so fondly. just one second of shared eye contact was enough to brand the image of you in oikawa's head for the rest of the day, leaving him to ponder on what he should do about you, and how to make his own life less miserable than what he had already bestowed upon himself. part of him wanted to give up, to accept that he was a complete asshole unworthy of redemption.

⠀and he would've accepted it too,

⠀if hajime iwaizumi wasn't in the picture.

⠀something about the way he looked so perfect, so delighted, so content with being right next to you, at your beck and call - it was disgusting. truely, utterly humilating. the way hajime was so quick to answer to your every need; tooru noticed it all day, the way iwaizumi came to your rescue every time you needed anything. directions, assistance with assignments, even remembering names. whatever your problem was, iwa had the solution. and it sickened tooru down to the pits of his stomach.

⠀it's as if he wanted to replace oikawa as your boyfriend.

⠀he ignored it in the past, whenever he heard rumors about the ace's crush on you. makki and mattsun would constantly tease iwaizumi about it, but would stop whenever the captain enter the room. there were only a couple of times where the brunet had fully listened in to a couple of conversations, but he never thought anything of it in the past. why should oikawa care if iwa had a crush on his girlfriend? tooru knew you were completely smitten over him, so there was nothing he had to be self-conscious about.

⠀looking at the two of you now, ignoring iwa's growing feelings for you added to his list of never-ending regrets.

⠀seeing how his best friend was able to sweep you away from him so easily, it scared tooru, to say the least. had he been planning this for a while? was he always eyeing for the day you and him would finally call it quits? tooru remembered vividly how quickly iwaizumi was to act upon you running out of the gym that dreadful day, and how he himself was frozen in nothing more than confusion. his first assumption was that you were running home, since you didn't live too far from seijoh.

⠀of course, that assumption ran clear down the drain the moment iwa returned with you bleeding out in his arms. tooru didn't know where you were bleeding from - most likely the head, assuming it was a car accident. you were fluttering in and out of consciousness, which scared oikawa back into reality.

⠀you were dying in iwaizumi's arms.

⠀he... he's your boyfriend, so he has every right to see if you're okay, right?

⠀so why the fuck won't iwaizumi let him near you?

⠀who gave him the right to tell him to stay away from you? no, he should be the one staying away from you, you were oikawa's girlfriend. his significant other. not iwaizumi's.

⠀yet, he was the one treating you the way a real boyfriend should.

⠀tooru was left alone at school again after another long day, his thoughts in a scramble as he walked around the halls to think. he considered walking into the gym, but he hadn't touched a single volleyball in weeks. did he even deserve to pick up a volleyball again? it was the sport that drove him into an angry frenzy, unleashing a chain reaction leading to your accident. it was by chance you got by with just a concussion and amnesia; it could've been much, much worse - worst being you dying. and it would've been your own boyfriend's fault.

⠀tooru turned the corner to bump into none other than hajime himself, who seemed to be in a hurry before laying eyes on his former captain. the two males stood in front of each other in silence, the tension grew heavy in the air. oikawa didn't want to be in his presence, nor did iwaizumi want to be in his presence. their lips were sealed, there wasn't anything that needed to be said between them.

⠀"hajime? where are you?"

⠀tooru's posture stiffened at your voice, his eyes immediately wandering to spot your whereabouts. why were you still here? why were both of you still here?

⠀"y/n..." his decision made, tooru was going to find you. even with iwaizumi here, that shouldn't stop him. as aggressive as iwa was sometimes, oikawa wasn't really scared of him. if he was going to talk to you, then he damn well was going to talk to you. and the things you deserved to hear from him were endless. "i'm going to talk to y/n, iwa-chan." he spat out the nickname, one usually addressed out of endearment, like venom. it threw the other off guard, but not long enough for tooru to walk past him.

⠀"no, you're not going to."

⠀"excuse me? get out of my way, let me go see-"

⠀oikawa grunted as he felt iwa grab him by the blazer, slamming him against a locker with animalistic ferocity. he had never seen hajime so pissed off as he was now, his teeth visibly clenched together as he glared at his fellow third year. "no, you're not," he hissed, his fists clenching around the fabric even tighter to make sure tooru couldn't escape. "you're not fucking stepping near y/n today, tomorrow, or ever. you don't deserve to see her again, so do her a favor and stay out of her life. got it, shittykawa?"

⠀seeing how oikawa was helpless in his hold, iwaizumi waited for him to reply before letting him go. seeing how tooru decided it was better off remaining silent, all he really could do was let go anyway; you had just turned the same corner and came face to face with both boys.

⠀"hajime? what are you doing?"

⠀his name sounded horrible in your mouth. tooru felt sick as iwaizumi backed up and shrugged, faking a chuckle before focusing his attention on you again. "ah, y/n. nothing to worry about, just a small disagreement is all. have you finished collecting your homework yet? i'll take you home if you are, just meet me outside."

⠀"yeah, i'll go now." you nodded, but not before looking at oikawa once more. tooru wasn't even sure how to react, only sufficing with a half-hearted smile and a wave.

⠀"you're... oikawa, right?"

⠀his heart cracked in two when his surname escaped your lips. having been used to being addressed as tooru for so long, he should've never taken advantage of it. even so, all he could do in this present moment was bite his tongue to hold back from crying in front of the two of them. "yeah... yeah, that's me. glad to know you're alright... y/n."

⠀"thank you." unsure of how else to continue the conversation, you turned around and left, not wanting to pry into their conversation.

⠀iwaizumi waited until you turned the corner to face the other male once more, his facade for you completely gone. there he was back with his angry snarl, pointing a finger at him menacingly. "i'm warning you," he seethed, "stay away from y/n. you'll just make her life a living hell again, and i won't let you ruin her life twice."

⠀tooru hadn't even gotten a chance to reply before hajime turned the corner they originally bumped into, following your footsteps to walk you home, as promised. tooru couldn't process what had just happened, his brain not able to understand that iwazumi was going to take you home. that he was going to help you with homework.

⠀that he was going to be by your side everyday.

⠀no, fuck that. he couldn't let that happen.

⠀one way or another, tooru will prove to you that he can be the boyfriend you deserve, even with iwa as a thorn in his side.

⠀"fuck you, iwaizumi. i am worthy of redemption. i'll prove you wrong, just you wait."

a / n : and how exactly is tooru going to prove that he’s worthy of redemption? well... that’s for another chapter ;) n e ways ! some of y’all have heard of me beginning an iwaizumi smau , and that’s correct ! keeping it secret though , but expect the masterlist soon :>

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[ggukkieland]

📕BTS Fic Reads - 2020 August

Okay so I’m such a hoe for fics that I probably have about a hundred on queue but I can’t help appreciate all the works that these awesome writers put here on Tumblr and AO3. 

Here’s my attempt to organize my readings - though if my mood fluctuates, I’d just end up going through my reblogged fics for reading or sorting through my watchlist of ongoing/incomplete fics/series

✅ -  done reading   | S (smut) F (fluff) A (angst)

🥕[Ongoing Series - to check weekly]🥕

Dangerous Pairing @nightowls388 - KNJ |  supernatural  au, fantasy au, forbidden romance

[2/?] “Whether you’re a vampire or werewolf, love is still love. Betrayal is still betrayal.”    

Queen Cobra @fantasybangtan - KTH | mafia au, undercover au, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, thriller, s, f,a

[8/?]  when your boss offers the chance to take down the nation’s most lucrative gang from the inside out, you know you’ll do it no matter what the cost… even if that means entering an arranged marriage with the kingpin himself.

Arranged by obiwrites (AO3) - JHS | arranged marriage, unrequited love, angst, pining, jhs in love with someone else

[19/?] If you thought entering an arranged marriage with the person you love would be a dream, you were in for a rude awakening. Jung Hoseok was far from the doting husband you’d dreamed of and most of it could be chalked up to the fact that he was in love with his best friend. And you are without a shadow of a doubt, not her.

Image, Bad Boy @kittentaegu​ - JJK | badboy, fwb, angst, smut, more angstttt (I binge-read on this for the angst), adorable JJK when he’s not an fboi

[14/?] I chose to read this on AO3. Incomplete, but Ch 14 had such a satisfying ending -  When by chance you walk in on the school’s infamous bad boy, not once, but two different times in one day; your life quickly spirals out of control.

I’ll Sue You, Min Yoongi by hosexi (AO3) - MYG |  neighbors, enemies to lovers, angst, smut, lawyer!reader

[9/10] Yoongi is the neighbor from hell

Whiskey Neat and Whisking Trips by lacielre (AO3) - KTH | comedy, fake dating au, baker!reader, veterinarian!taehyung, funny 😂🤣, ex!Jin

[2/4]  This is a story about the night you poured your heart out to your ex outside his apartment building as a stranger yelled at you to “shut the fuck up,” and that stranger, who was just as wounded as you, was Taehyung, and he needed your help.

His Side, Her Side @scriptaed - JJK | he said, she said, f, a

[11/?] a collective snapshots in time shared between two, whose fates were undeniably intertwined and futures would never come to be  - one last chapter before series ends 😥

Black Swan @softlyjiminie - PJM | professional dancer, enemies to lovers, fake dating, figure skating, s, f, a

[2/?] a life of skating was all you’d ever known, your heart craving the feeling of ice beneath your feet and the light brush of cool air against your skin under thousands of sparkling lights… what a shame, if only you’d known that one night, one accident could rip you from the life you’d grown to love, leaving your career in the unsteady hands of the prince of ballet, park jimin.

The Key to my Drawer @jjungkookislife - KTH | bestfriends to lovers, s, a

[10/?]  A key, a drawer, and a secret Taehyung planned to take to the grave

The Nanny @jjungkookislife - KSJ| lawyer!seokjin, nanny!reader, single dad au

[2/?] Jin hires a nanny for his son, but when he hires you, he gets that and so much more

Acatalepsy @1kook - JJK |   survival au, apocalypse au, s, f

[2/?] Jungkook didn’t understand, and the longer he ponders it, he realizes maybe he never will. Some things are just better left unknown, he supposes. But that didn’t mean one had to face them alone. 

Aphrodite in War @jungblue - JJK | angst, exes au, fake dating au, roommates, sorority/frat wars, college au *this is really good 😍😍*

[2/?] Everyone knew about the war that had been brewing on the edge of campus for the past two years. Sorority versus Fraternity; a showdown for the ages. However, when the escalating antics between them yields the consequence of possible suspensions for both chapters, the presidents of each house must come together to try and figure out how to end this battle… Which is kind of hard, considering they were the ones responsible for it in the first place.

Palate Cleanser @btsmakesmehappy - KTH | agent au, fwb, strangers to lovers, s, f, a

[5/?] Part of The Company series -  Taehyung needs something to take his mind off his broken heart. His best friend, Jimin, suggests that he should meet another woman and the first woman he met was you. Would you help him even though you have your own problem, that you hate men?

Bad Guy @taehoneys - JJK | college au, fratboy au, badboy, good girl(?), 

[3/?] chose to read this on AO3 A certain video circulates the school after your big mistake and you never do mistakes, but you did this time…a big one: J e o n J u n g k o o k

Good Girl Series:  Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl  @bonny-kookoo - JJK |  good girl au, bad boy au, roommates, established relationship, s, f, a

[5/?]  Jeon Jungkook was known to have a specific type when it came to his partners; tall, gorgeous, dominant and older. When a new girl answers to his ad online searching for a roommate, he didn’t quite expect such an innocent being to turn up at his doorstep And what he definitely didn’t expect was his growing interest in her and the feeling of having her under him, all submissive and ready to be ruined. 

Agent of Love @ppersonna - JJK |  social media au, agent au, s, f, a

[1/?] as the FBI agent assigned to your phone, Jungkook keeps a diligent watch. he takes a special interest when you try your hand in online dating AND online sexting. desperate to keep you from bombing yet another potential date, Jungkook breaks his vow of silence to assist you in your plight to get laid.

Irregular Heartbeat @ppersonnakookies - MYG | social media au, surgeon!yoongi, intern!reader, 

[5/?] hot girl meets hot guy at a bar, lets him buy her a drink, then hooks up with him in the bathroom without even asking for his name. your typical friday night cliché. except for the fact that you’re a virgin, and the guy you drunkenly lose your v-card to is your superior at your new job.

Somewhere Only We Know @userseok - JJK | hybrid au, pining, angst, fantasy, smut

Prequel SOWK 1 SOWK 2 [being revised by author] Epilogue [to be posted]

you’ve been chasing after jungkook for years. after a harsh verbal altercation between both of you, you decide to leave him alone and pursue a relationship with someone who seems genuinely interested in you, thinking he would never return your feelings.

Elysee @ironicarmy - KSJ |  angst, drama, CEO!Seokjin, personal assistant

[1/?] Being the CEO of Korea’s largest fashion house is no easy feat. But to be the person behind the man, that being his assistant, is an even harder spot to maintain. In a company filled with affairs, bribery, deceit, lies and blackmail, you must struggle to survive and, eventually, climb your way to the top of the food chain. Seokjin, your boss, trusts you more than anyone, but when exactly does the line between friendly camaraderie blur with carnal desire? 

Beautiful Deception @jiminwreckedme​ - MYG? | mystery, thriller, ex!yoongi, angst, smut

[3/5] When your ex-boyfriend’s wife goes missing, you are the only one who can help him find her. But in a world where everyone is a friend and everyone is a culprit,  how will you find out what happened to the woman he loves?  Without falling for him all over again?

🥕[Completed AUs/Series/Drabbles -  to read]🥕

One Thing Right @hobios - JJK | fake marriage au, childhood friends, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, smut

01  02  03  04  05  06  07  08  09  ✅ (done, read it twice - this is just perfect ⭐ holy grail status)

Carousel @yoonia - MYG | mafia au, arranged marriage, heirs, CEO!Yoongi, suspense

Index: 16 Chapters & Epilogue | Drabbles and short stories |  Playlist |  Fan Edits

*a re-read this holy grail of a fic 🥰

Risk It @kookiesjoonies - JJK | social media au, exes to lovers, angst, smut ✅

Driving Me Wild @joonkookiemonster - JJK | demon prince!JJK, roommate au, comedy, fluff   ✅ (done reading, this is really cuuute 🥰)

Redefining Destiny @threeletterislife - JJK |  soulmates, enemies to lovers, mafia, fluff, crack, angst

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 (*have to read Yoongi’s story first*)

Rattled @gukslut - JJK | single dad au, angst, pining, enemies to lovers, neighbors, smut 

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three  Chapter Four   Chapter Five  Chapter Six  Chapter Seven  Chapter Eight Epilogue ✅(done)

*was reading this when it was ongoing, but stopped at Ch 5 (angst was too much for my heart 😢) - thrilled to binge-read this from the start 😍

Guarded @xjoonchildx - JHS | mafia au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, tsundere, smut

01 02 03 04 05 06 Epilogue  ✅

Never Falling @yoonia - PJM |  Enemies to Lovers!au, Singer!Jimin, non-idol!au, Assistant!reader, Smut, Angst, slow burn ✅(done)

Spellbound @minflix - PJM |  witches au (sort of based on the secret circle),  smut, comedy, fluff, light angst, enemies to lovers

Lie @yoon-kooks - PJM | angst, fluff, based on movie “Flipped”

0 // 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 // 12 // 13 // 14 // 15 // 16 // 17 // FINAL

On the Sidewalk of Champ Elysees @taeramisu = KTH | journalist!KTH, exes to lovers, smut, angst, paris, slow burn

Little Monsters @yoon-bug - MYG | established relationship, unplanned pregnancy, s, f  ✅

Take One @taetaewonderland - MYG | pornstar!yoongi, fanfictionwriter, strangers to lovers, s, f ✅

The Habits of a Broken Heart @softykooky - JJK |  soulmates au, unrequited love, art student!JK, english student!Y/N, angst, fluff, subtle enemies to lovers  ✅(done)

Into the Wilderness @gukyi - PJM | camp counselor au, unrequited love, friends to lovers

Oops @honeyj00ns - JJK | love at first hear, comedy, fluff, smut, “ You don’t know who the wonderful voice singing in the shower is, but you need to know”  ✅

A Song Request @n8dlesoupguk - JJK | drabble, romance,  where you always listen to the same radio station and he lives in the apartment complex opposite of yours ✅

Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates @ot7always - JJK | roommates, quarantined life, college, smut, fluff ✅

Your Favorite Cardigan in Summer Nights @prodkkyu - JJK | one shot, angst, high school sweethearts, exes au, summer fling  ✅

Crimson Park @heartbeatan - JJK |  mafia, boss!reader, mystery, angst

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 (Final) ✅

Pranks @mysecretatticsstuff - JJK | enemies to lovers, prank wars, angst, smut, fluff ✅

Too Long, Didn’t Read @fortunexkookie - KTH | college, writers, enemies to lovers, fluff ✅ (done reading, love love this)

You’ve Got Mail @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong - JJK |  Barista!Reader, Graphic Design Student!Jungkook, angst, ex-lovers, enemies to lovers  ✅ (done reading, love this)

Love at First Oink @glodenclosetau- KTH | social media au, neighbors, friends to lovers, piggies 🐽, romance, fluff, comedy ✅ (done - the cutest smau ever)

Sugar @seokjxnnie​ - MYG | ceo!yoongi, escort!reader, personal assistant, smut ✅

Amor Vincit Omnia @sunshyngal - MYG | Mafia au, arranged marriage, angst, violence, drama

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20  ✅

My Euphoria @beyochu​ - JJK | fake dating au, fluff, ceo!jungkook, florist!reader, romance  ✅ (done, really adorable)

All Aboard @ve1vetyoongi​ - KNJ | smut, officeworker!namjoon, enemies to lovers  ✅

[phoenixyfriend]

The Naruto/Frozen Crossover

So I was planning on just doing an image ID thing for this post, but apparently the formatting on desktop is such a mess that it’s easier to just make a new post that’s text only. I can also like. Bulletpoint it so that it can be a little neater. All ideas were made with @firebirdeternal​‘s help, because they are the most efficient enabler I have.

Also I added some bits at the end.

Under a cut, because it’s Long As Heck.

I originally had two options: either Mid-teens Elsa and Anna being transported to ninja land sometime pre-canon and running into Haku and Zabuza... or just like. Born as a Daimyou's daughters.

Spoiler alert, we’ve got nukenin and I’m a sucker for an intrusive crossover, so transported to ninja land it is.

Suggestion from Birdie:

Mechanism for crossover: Elsa ices over a Wishing Well by accident after having Wished for someone else who understood her, Anna and her fall in and get Ice Mirror Portaled to Ninjaland, falling out of an iced over pond near a shrine that Haku recently prayed at for similar lonely child reasons?

Which I like! They don’t end up there soon enough to run into Haku, because I want a dramatic chase first, but I like it.

Obviously, Anna is forced to learn about Elsa's powers because it's the only thing keeping them safe

Or at least alive

(Elsa will do ANYTHING to keep Anna safe, and if that means she has to get her hands dirty...)

...neither of them knows Japanese, so, you know. There’s that.

I'm thinking that they end up in/near Kiri at first

And they aren't FAST ENOUGH to get away so Elsa panic-enchants a giant reindeer made of snow to run away across the suddenly-frozen ocean.

She and Anna have to ride and Elsa is probably crying the whole time.

Oh shit this is like. RIGHT after their parents die, I forgot. So that’s a thing! They are in mourning and all that fun stuff.

Point is, they use the powers for a Self Defense thing and BBY Haku is just !!! "Master can we rescue them for Ice Cousin reasons?" Zabuza: Yes, and only for those practical reasons and not because I collect endangered children like people collect pokemon cards.

I imagine that maybe they track rumors of a Yuki-onna down, or the Giant Snow Reindeer rides by and Haku’s just like Wat

The girls just tag along with Zabuza because. Like.

Do they like him? No. Do they trust him? No. Do they enjoy the fact that he considers them pathetic civilians? No.

However, Haku is Baby.

Zabuza is REALLY annoyed at them being Useless Civilian Royals “but Haku likes them so I guess they can stay.”

Age at meeting, three years pre-canon:

Zabuza - 23

Elsa - 18

Anna - 15

Haku - 12

Elsa is 90% anxiety/depression master combo BUT if Zabzua protects her then she's WILDLY dangerous so like. Whatever

Elsa's bingo book nickname options, uninspired:

Winter Witch

Winter Queen

Ice Queen

Snow Queen

Something about a Yuki-Onna maybe

She's Very Stately and kinda breakable but Winter is her Bitch

I mean like, the fact that, if protected, she can shut down the agriculture of a fucking country? That's an S-rank even if she's not that useful in a fight.

She's like. Jinchuuriki-level destruction. Generally speaking she wouldn’t. But she could.

Elsa: What the fuck is a chakra? Elsa: my snow monsters are self-sustaining. Elsa: I'm gonna build us a house.

Zabuza has NO idea how her powers work and it is INCREDIBLY frustrating but “there’s no chakra cost to keep these things going and we have shelters on demand” is too convenient to question after a while.

Haku: Delicate, deadly, incredibly fast ninja work. Elsa: I can't dodge a kunai but watch me wreck your entire country's ecosystem in under a day.

Elsa is a siege weapon.

Meanwhile, Anna is really, really into the physicality of ninja practice.

She's clumsy and she's not very good at ninja stuff, but she sure is determined!

Anna also gets on Zabuza's nerves because she keeps insisting that Haku get to be a kid.

Anna: Let's make flower crowns! Zabuza: No, he needs to train, not- Anna: FLOWER CROWNS

Consider: Haku saying Elsa-nee-sama and Anna-hime.

Or just calling Elsa “onee-sama.”

Anna is also younger than Elsa and way more Fun so she probably gets adjusted to Anna-chan or Nee-chan.

If Zabuza calls Elsa “Hime-chan” or “Elsa-hime” or, Sage forbid, “Elsa-sama/dono” then he’s VERY MUCH making fun of her and he’s probably getting his soup frozen that night.

At one point, Elsa... tries to like. Convince herself to have a crush on Zabuza or Kakashi or something until Zabuza just puts a hand on her shoulder and asks "do you even like men?" "...that's an OPTION?"

Zabuza urging her to try and ask out a Cute Kunoichi and Elsa's like.... I can't decide if she's bright red and a useless lesbian or uncomfortable and ace.

I am SO invested in the siege weapon thing.

SHE IS THE SQUISHIEST WIZARD.

It's not her fault that every single other combatant on the continent is Massively Dangerous in melee! She took a very traditional back-line build!

Enemy: Doesn't it GRATE to protect someone so pathetic, Zabuza? Zabuza: She literally froze an entire castle of enemies to death because they harmed her sister, so. No.

Most Ninjas: Sharp Knife. S-Rank Mega Ninjas: Gun. Elsa: High Yield Explosive Rocket Launcher. Literally loses fights to the Knife People, because she can't bring her power to bear on that scale. But if you can give her Time and Prep? No contest.

Long distance AoE

Like  you know how Nagato is literally dying of starvation due to illness and can't walk, but he's also capable of leveling powerful villages more or less on his own?

Elsa is the same Vibe.

It’s like sealing a bijuu in a civilian.

She's honestly both more and less powerful? Like it'd be hard for her to kill everyone in Konoha in the snap of a finger? But also, she could starve out the Country of Fire in a summer.

She WOULDN'T, but she could.

I always read Elsa as gay or ace but my brain keeps trying to ship her with dude ninjas and I have to yank it back on a child leash.

People insinuate that Zabuza is interested in Elsa and he's just "What? Ew she's like five."

"I'm eighteen."

"Five."

BUT

Elsa! Might mistake trust and companionship for a crush!

I can see THAT happening despite gay/ace.

Also like. I don’t think Zabuza is straight.

So mlm/wlw solidarity?

And Haku is probs genderqueer.

So Anna is THE TOKEN STRAIGHT.

Anna is like, the Straight Friend who will go to the mat for her queer friends. Like vicious. In-your-face barking like a mean dog at people who were being bigots.

You know how Elsa in the second movie uses her powers to make toys for kids out of ice?

Okay, so her practicing by making things with Haku.

But yeah, Elsa can't really do "throws ice senbon," but she can do Delicate Geometry Things since she apparently, canonically studies math for fun and loves fractals.

Haku: I can trap you in a prison of ice mirrors, and you are at my mercy. Elsa: LOOK AT THIS CASTLE I MADE???

Haku wants to do Pretty Things like Elsa

OH.

Elsa makes... snow bunnies..

For the ninja distraction reasons but also because it's a Soft Thing that makes her feel better about, uh, everything. And Haku likes bunnies.

Zabuza still takes The Dirty Missions but Elsa gets upset when he does something that hurts innocents and Nobody wants Elsa upset. Even Zabuza doesn't want Elsa upset.

When Elsa gets upset, overnight accommodations are suddenly Very Uncomfortable for everyone except her and Haku.

And then Anna gets upset, which makes Elsa even MORE upset.

And then things just keep getting colder.

Zabuza doesn't want Elsa upset for many reasons, not limited to: "Is actually capable of killing me from outside of Sword Range if she's mad enough, even if it’s not that easy" and "the Small Children would be unbearably sad if she died and honestly so might I."

She's more of a friend than a ward and he's not entirely sure he's okay with that.

Zabuza: "Ew, friendship."

He has absolutely no idea how to have a social interaction with people he isn't Bullying, Raising, or Threatening to Kill.

Elsa and Anna have no trouble convincing people they're related, at least. Different coloration with almost identical bone structure.

A tendency to burst into song when they feel emotions.

Identical weird accent that nobody can place.

FOOD

The girls are royalty, they don't know how to COOK.

But they also want food from HOME.

It's a lot of trial and error.

More error than not, since they have both no knowledge and also a language barrier to overcome. It probably takes YEARS before they can describe things like Unfamiliar Flavors well enough for people to say "OH that sounds like spearmint."

When they run into something they know that’s familiar, it’s life-changing.

Chocolate is more common in the elemental nations than in Arandelle and Anna may or may not cry about it.

Anna is loudly bossy, even at Zabuza.

Zabuza is gruffly commanding, to everyone.

Elsa doesn't actually like being in charge, but when she talks, people LISTEN.

(Haku is just happy to be here.)

Elsa radiates two things: Anxiety, and Natural Command, and she basically just fluctuates between those.

"I don't want to be in charge but also I'm vetoing this."

So, obviously, the main reasons that Zabuza keeps the girls around is that Elsa is a living siege weapon and he thinks she could be convinced to help him run a revolution in Kiri, and also that the Ice Queen schtick is like. Really good for Haku and Zabuza can’t really say no to the kid.

HOWEVER, Anna is clumsy and messy and all that, so Zabuza starts training her in Ninja stuff. Elsa joins in on the “I need to know how to Run Fast to get away from fights I don’t want to have in the first place,” but Anna’s the one that’s like “TEACH ME HOW TO SWORD.”

It’s honestly not that hard to teach her, she’s just really, really, REALLY enthusiastic.

Once or twice someone asks why she’s so bad at this yet running around with an A-rank nukenin and Zabuza’s just like “I’ve only had her for a year and a half, shut up!” because it’s not that he’s a bad teacher, it’s that she was a very pampered civilian until like a week before he met her.

He should get a MEDAL for even getting her to low Chuunin.

Zabuza: I'm taking a job from Gato Elsa, who has Training in economics and politics and bureaucracy: I have a better idea.

This is actually not entirely what I’d do but I wanted to make the joke first ANYWAY here’s an actual plot or something.

Oh, also by this point everyone is Canon Ages so Elsa’s 21 and Anna’s 18 and Zabuza’s 26 and Haku’s 15.

Elsa is getting paid to keep the water from interfering with construction, by way of....

ICE COFFERDAM

Elsa with Haku as her Guard while Zabuza is off running his own mission? Which Anna begged to go on because Cool.

Elsa also kind of keeps her involvement on the ice front semi-secret by claiming she’s there as an engineering consultant.

LISTEN canon made her like geometry, I can ENTIRELY believe she’d be excited about the bridge-building.

Gato has hired someone else on the danger level of Zabuza, who is Threatening to Team 7 + Haku? But then when things look bleak Anna and Zabuza arrive and then Scary Sword Man is on our side and oh dear that's a lot of blood.

Which, you know, fun!

Birdie suggested Raiga which I’m not feeling but I do feel the need to bring up as an option.

It’s also not Kisame BUT

Kisame: [giant lake dome filled with sharks]

Elsa: uhhhhhhhhhhh...

Giant lake dome: [is now a giant ice dome]

Anyway

Gato: I'm hiring an army. Elsa: [giant ice wall around his compound] Gato: ... these guys can walk up walls! Elsa: [adds snowman guards] Elsa: ... Elsa: [adds a ceiling]

Just puts Gato's entire mob in a fucking snow globe.

Zabuza shows up twenty minutes late with (Throwing) Star(buck)s just like "Oh, they dead? No? Want 'em to be? Okay cool I'm gonna go pick up Haku, I'll be back in like an hour."

Anna would... LOVE Naruto

ENERGETIC FRIENDLY GOOFBALL

"I found us a baby brother!" "No, we already have Haku." "BUT LOOK AT HIM."

Anna is only a year or two older than Itachi.

OH RIGHT

I wanted to make a joke about how Naruto also vibes with her because he's less judgmental that she can't really... talk properly.

Sasuke is Judgy and Kakashi is Paranoid and Sakura is Uncomfortable.

Meanwhile Naruto is just like "And I Shall Scream."

Anna, who learned Japanese from Zabuza (rude) and Haku (uber polite): WELL FUCK YOU, GOOD SIR Naruto: YEAH WELL FUCK YOU TOO, LADY Elsa, overly formal: I am... so very sorry.

Anyway, generic missing nin fights and all that.

Elsa gets injured in the process and after a variety of arguments, Naruto manages to convince them to take her to Konoha for medical attention.

Elsa is... usually the one getting injured.

Zabuza and Haku are FAST and Anna is at least learning (even if she’s only been doing it for three years), but Elsa is The Squishy Wizard.

If someone throws a kunai... she can’t... really dodge...

So yeah, gut wound.

Normally they find a nukenin medic to patch them up but Konoha is reasonably close and has some of the more skilled medics on the continent and they DID technically help the Konoha nin so like. Gah.

That’s Zabuza’s final thought. Gah.

Just “Fuck it, let’s save the ice queen.”

Elsa ends up in a half-literal-ice stasis state on the way there and it’s happened before (it is not the first time she’s been stabbed), but it’s always terrifying.

Especially to the Konoha genin who are just like WHAT THE HECK IS THAT.

So they get to Konoha, there’s a whole bunch of stuff about extradition treaties and “you are bringing a literal WMD of a woman into our town” and “we can’t just let MOMOCHI ZABUZA in.”

Anyway, it ends up being that Zabuza has to wait outside the village while Elsa is treated inside, and one of the Teenagers goes in. Obviously, it’s Anna, because Zabuza is INCREDIBLY UNCOMFORTABLE with letting Haku enter a village that’s known for having lots of bloodlines, and anyway, Anna’s the sister.

Bunch of stuff, she’s healing, etc, and then one day Anna comes in and is told “your sister had a bad reaction to the anesthetic, we couldn’t save her, I’m sorry, she’s gone.”

She flips out, gets shown the corpse, flips out MORE, gets escorted out to the village walls where Zabuza and Haku are waiting.

Horrified reactions

Zabuza doesn’t want to admit that it’s EMOTIONS because this is his FRIEND, he is clearly just upset about losing the living siege weapon.

Haku is just super confused and goes “But she’s not dead.”

“What.”

“She’s not dead, I can feel her, I can always feel her, it’s like sensing but just her, because we’re both ice. She’s alive, somewhere over... there?”

And points right in the direction of the Hokage Mountain, which for the purposes of this fic and also Drama is where ROOT headquarters is.

YEP we absolutely have that plot point.

Is Danzo overused as a plot device? Probably. Am I going to diabolus ex machina him anyway? Ye.

They kick up enough of a fuss that the Hokage gets called down.

He wouldn’t, normally, he’d leave it to a couple of skilled jounin and call it a day, except Naruto got involved so like. You can’t. Ignore that.

There’s lots of shouting.

Just like. A lot.

And then part of the mountain explodes!

AS ONE DOES

Elsa comes flying backwards out of the hole, catches herself on a spontaneous ice slide, gets to her feet.

Girl is swaying like MAD.

There are absolutely ANBU (both fake and real) coming after her.

At least one of them gets speared through by an ice spike.

Anna runs up to her, tries to hug her, gets batted away.

Elsa’s staring at her in sheer TERROR and starts muttering something about how Anna died years ago, this isn’t real, etc.

Nobody except Anna understands most of it, but Haku picks up enough to translate when Anna’s freaking out.

Elsa starts doing her Ice Castle thing in the middle of Konoha as a coping mechanism, mostly so she can get Up and Away and Shielded By Ice.

This is not a good look.

Especially because she’s singing, which Zabuza always thinks is a bad omen because it means shit is getting real and one or both of the girls are about to get a powerup or be beaten even harder than otherwise. When they start singing, things get More Dramatic And Extreme).

(Zabuza does not like Disney Musical Rules)

Danzo shows up.

There’s a bunch of arguing.

All the medics insist that nothing she was given at the hospital should have caused amnesia, psychosis, hallucinations, delusions, etc.

It’s. Not hard for Hiruzen to guess what happened.

Namely that Danzo, upon finding out that chakra dampeners didn’t do shit since none of Elsa’s powers come from chakra, decided to keep her drugged up and start using genjutsu to make her more malleable.

Because like. An injured WMD just showed up in your village. What are you supposed to do, not try to kidnap her and turn her to your side? Like, come on. What was he supposed to do?

Not that, Danzo. Literally Not That.

IDK how it gets resolved, probably Anna getting to her with the power of love, because Elsa is ultimately Super Disney.

I also don’t really know where to go from there other than “Maybe Jiraiya can get you home, but also I’m pretty sure Zabuza wants you all to get the hell out of here and take over Kiri” but who knows.

Also

IMAGINE ELSA MEETING GAI.

Imagine Ino getting a puppy crush on Elsa.

IDK that’s it for now.

[thiswasinevitableid]

1. Siren Indruck NSFW, Duck is hauling supplies for the small town of Kepler on a tiny boat. Due to dangerous storms, Duck takes a longer but safer and less traversed route. He doesn’t know he’ll be passing through a Siren’s territory. A siren who is looking for a strong and sturdy mate

Here you go!

Duck never tells anyone what he finds on the beach that day. 

He’s fourteen, looking for useful flotsam and jetsam tossed onto the sand by an ongoing storm. What he finds is an empty boat and a merman, silvery tail impaled with a spear in a piece of driftwood. Each time he tries to free himself, he winces and is unable to pull the weapon from his body. When he sees Duck, his red eyes widen and he bares sharp teeth in a hiss. 

“It’s okay” the boy kneels in the bloody sand, “I ain’t gonna hurt you. Or, uh, this’ll hurt for a sec, but it’ll be better than tryin to ease it out bit by bit.” He grabs the end of the fishing spear and pulls. The merman shrieks, quickly clamping his hands across his mouth as Duck pulls his handkerchief from his pocket to bandage the wound. 

“There, you should be able to-”

The creature is gone with a whip of his tail, sliding down the sand and into the waves. As Duck stands, a strange song floats from the foam for the briefest instant. A seasoned sailor can tell a siren from a normal mer on sight; Duck has never been to sea. It’s weeks later that he wonders what events resulted in the wounded siren and an empty boat. 

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Any other day, Duck would put off this run until the black clouds no longer hung over the horizon. But the supply run last week didn’t come, so the isolated, coastal town of Kepler is running low on, among other things, the medicine needed to treat an illness spreading from house to house. He could put this off until tomorrow, but he won’t sleep well tonight if he does.

The boat loaded, he starts out to sea under unfriendly skies. Today is a day to follow the coastline and then circle Greenbriar Island to reach Kepler, rather than trying for a straight shot.  It’ll double his travel time, but it’s far safer in a storm and no one but a few locals know how to navigate it. Duck takes this route once or twice most years. This summer alone he’s had to take it six times, with today making a seventh. The abnormal number of storms weighs on the minds of coastal residents. Duck tries not to obsess over it, given that it’s solidly out of his control and there’s no use fussing over wind and rain; there’s only getting through them. 

Halfway through his journey, a rogue swell catches the underside of the boat and drags it along a rock, springing a leak in the hull. He ties off on a thin spire of stone, clambering onto a rock to try and repair the damage. It’s not a big leak, but it’ll be trouble if he lets it go. 

As he’s laying awkwardly with water lapping up his legs, a human head rises from the water a few feet from him. Silver hair, red eyes and, when it smiles, very sharp teeth. Harmless mermaids have teeth much like his own, which means he’s alone in the ocean with a fucking siren.

Duck’s learned many things since that day on the beach; how a song can paralyze a man better than poison, how the bite marks on the skin of certain bodies that wash ashore are called siren kisses

The siren begins swimming closer. Duck sighs, “If you’re gonna drown and eat me, can you do it on the way back?”

Red eyes blink, confused, but the siren stays where he is. 

“If I don’t make it to Kepler, lotta folks’ll get sick, some will even die. And I don’t think you got much use for medicine and canned food.”

The siren shakes his head. 

“Glad you understand.” Duck finishes his repairs under watchful eyes. At one point, the siren swims all the way to the rock Duck is perched on, resting his chin on his hands, as if enjoying the view. 

Duck scrambles back into the boat the moment he’s done, but no cold fingers try for his ankles and no splash announces something lunging upwards after him. A cautious glance as he starts the engine finds the siren sitting on the rock, silver-blue tail still half in the water. When he notices Duck looking, he waves. 

The rest of the journey goes as planned, the relief on folks faces when Duck docks worth the peril. When he reaches the siren’s territory on his return, no song tempts him. A lithe shape keeps pace with the boat, fin breaking the surface now and then. When he hits open water, the siren turns back, disappearing from view. 

-----------------------

There are sex dreams, and then there’s whatever the fuck Duck is having right now. Fingers stroke his hair, cling to his shoulders. Kisses coat his face and a voice whispers his name as the speaker offers themself to him again and again. He sees himself tangled with a man, face always just out of focus, who spreads his legs and lips so Duck can sink himself into the heat of his body. The dream is endless and he doesn’t care, doesn’t ever want to wake up. 

Saltwater in his lungs renders that desire useless. He snaps back to consciousness as another wave hits him; he’s up to his neck  in the cove below his house. 

“The fuck?” It’s only his footprints visible in the moonlight in the sand, so no one dumped him here. 

“Oh dear.”

“Jesus!” Duck stumbles back as glowing eyes peer around a rock. It’s the siren from yesterday, swimming purposefully as Duck wades backwards. 

“Look, uh, when I said I wanted you to wait to eat me, I wasn’t bein serious. Or, uh, I was, but I meant I didn’t want to be eaten ever, not just then. It was a, uh, a joke.”

“I am aware.” The siren stops as Duck topples on his ass in the shallow water, “and I am sorry. I, ah, I did not mean to lure you from your bed. I was not aware my mindless singing was enough to wake you. In most futures, you slept until dawn.”

“Uh huh, sure, because sirens are known to just serenade folks without wanting to drown ‘em.” 

“We do it more often than you might think.” The siren sighs, “I came here to keep you safe, and succeeded only in making you afraid.”

Duck, having scooted inelegantly onto dry land, watches the tan upper body of the siren sag. It’s awkward, a word not associated with this kind of mer. That suggests he’s telling the truth. 

“You gonna tell me why you’re playin watchdog at my house?” 

The siren chirps, intrigued, “In all but one future you told me to go away.”

“That’d just leave me with more questions. And so far, you ain’t done anythin other’n watch me; if you say this was an accident, I’m willin to hear you out.”

“Wonderful!” The siren claps his hands together and the tip of his tail flips out of the water. Then he clears his throat and recites, “I am known as Indrid Cold. As you noticed, I am a siren. I am also a gifted seer, artist, and lifeguard when humans are unconscious and thus will not try to kill me for rescuing them. I am an excellent fisher, and well-liked and/or feared by the larger creatures of this coastline. This is why I think I would be an excellent mate.”

“O-kay. Did you call me out here to practice your personals ad?” Duck smirks, charmed by Indrids earnest tone.

“This is not practice. I did a great deal of that earlier today. This is my formal declaration that I would very much like you to be my mate.”

“Ma--hold on.” The images from his near-fatal dream return, “were you singin’ to hit on me?”

Indrid crosses his arms, “For the last time, that song was not for you. It was about you, because I was daydreaming and my formless melody unintentionally conveyed the contents of said daydream into your mind.”

“So everythin in it, all that wild fuckin stuff, that’s stuff you wanna do with me?”

A nod, accompanied by a flash of white light under the water. 

“Why?”

“Because you are strong, and handsome, and capable on the water. I watched your futures yesterday and today and saw you are kind as well, well-liked by other humans but a little lonely at night. You are very nice to that small land-otter that lives in your house.”

“You mean the cat?”

“That’s the word! Yes, you are nice to your cat. You are not brash or cruel, and you look so very nice without a shirt. I...I like you, Duck. You are everything I want in a mate.”

“Feel like I might be missin’ some gills and fins.” He jokes to cover the fact he’s scanning his mind and body for the same dreamy lull he felt during the song. What he finds in it’s place is his ego purring from praise and wondering exactly what a siren would do for his mate.

“There is no rule that says I must choose only my own kind for such activities. I, ah, I know it is strange, given how little we know of each other, but I thought that, ah, since humans will have casual sex with each other maybe we could, or, ah, that is…” He’s watching Duck with such unconcealed hope that the human almost joins him in the water.

“Indrid, I’m real flattered. But I’d be a damn fool if I didn’t point out this feels like a fuckin trap. Pretty easy for you to drag me to my death once we’re, uh, in the middle of things. Not that I’m sayin you would.” He adds when the sirens smile dims. 

“A sensible concern. May I join you on land for a moment? There is something I want to show you.”

Duck pats the sand beside him, eyes following the ripples of Indrid’s tail as he swims, slithers, and slides onto the beach. It reminds Duck of an oarfish, though when Indrid spies him looking the scales flash deep purple. 

“Look there” Indrid points toward the end of the silver ribbon of scales; a round, white scar stares up at Duck. The details of a day over two decades in the past return to him.

“You’re the siren I found when I was a kid.”

“Indeed. I remember you by your eyes, though your face has some echoes of that day in it’s curves. You saved my life, showed me mercy when I expected none. Sirens do not forget a favor, and we do not kill those who once spared us. I will never harm you, even if you turn me away tonight. You will be safe, whether that is in my arms or merely in my territory.”

Duck avoids the stranger sides of life by the sea, citing a lifelong incompatibility with the weird. Turns out all he needed to find his exception to that rule is a handsome siren looking at him like he set the tides in motion. 

The human runs a finger up the sirens tail, sparks of purple and pale blue light igniting in it’s wake. 

“Didn’t know y’all changed colors.” He pets Indrid’s hip and the whole tail lights up this time. 

“I am a deep-sea siren by birth, we use light to communicate emotions.”

“Mind, uh, loopin me in on the conversation?”

“Purple means desire. It’s a common color in mating displays.” Indrid watches Duck’s hand  glide along his scales, and a burst of pale blue reflects across their faces. 

“And that one?”

“Submission.” Indrid murmurs, “it is, ah, not the most desirable color to show. My kind value strength and power; enjoying the opposite is an invitation to mockery.” The siren’s eyes stay downcast, even when Duck smooths silver hair from his face.

“Now, I like to joke as much as the next fella, but that don’t seem like somethin to tease about.”

“No?” Indrid’s gaze flicks onto Duck the instant before the man straddles him. Duck doesn’t even have to push him onto his back; he goes instantly, hands flat on the sand and tail twitching excitedly in the shallows. 

“No. Seems to me a sweet thing like you oughta be takin care of.” 

Indrid snickers, “That is not usually an adjective one uses for meAHahnn” he arches as Duck tugs his hair.

“Let’s get one thing straight, sugar; I decide what you get called. I wanna call you the most perfect creature in the sea, I will. And if I wanna call you a needy little mer who’s good for nothin but gettin fucked into the sand, you’re gonna nod and say ‘yes.’ Understood?”

The blue light flashing up his tail brightens, “Y-yes but, but why do you call me sugar? That is a food.”

Duck giggles, leans down to brush their noses together, “It’s a nickname, call you it because you’re sweet and I can’t wait to get my fill of you.”

“Ohhhh, I see.” 

“You wanna see somethin else?”

“Very much soOH, oh goodness.” Indrid gasps as Duck forces his gaze towards his cock attempting to free itself from his boxers. He grinds on the supple muscle of his tail to take the pressure off, chuckles when the siren whines and tries to kiss his chest. 

“Since you’re the only siren I’d ever even consider fuckin-” Duck pauses as Indrid moans loudly, digging his fingers into the sand, “you gotta show me how to go about it.”

“If, if you just continue as you are a little higher upyes, yes right there” He rolls his hips, purrs with such a blissful expression that Duck is powerless to do anything but kiss him. His affection grows when he notices Indrid clearly restraining his kisses so as not to catch Duck’s mouth or tongue with his sharp teeth. The last guy he fucked shoved his tongue down his throat without any build-up or finesse, and now all he can think is if only Indrid had made his feelings know sooner, Duck could have done away with shitty human dates and had an obedient, eager mer instead. 

“Mmmmm” Indrid licks his lips, runs his fingers up Duck’s sides, “kissing is nice. It is not something sirens often indulge in, so my chances to do it are few and far between.”

“Ain’t that a shame” Duck kisses the corners of his mouth, “lips like these were made to be kissed sore.”

Indrid purrs, wiggling his tail, and Duck looks down to see a slit opening where his clothed cock has been rubbing. 

“Huh. Kinda figured you had-”

“-I have both this and an appendage below it much like your own.”

“Handy.” Duck, in no mood to climb off the purring, otherworldly man, eases the waistband of his damp boxers just under his balls. 

“This, uh, this ain’t gonna actually create a, I mean, I don’t wanna accidentally-”

“Nono, there is no chance of procreation”

“And you’ll be okay with so little of you in the water?”

“Yesyes I will be fine.” Indrid tugs at his hips, bucks his own into the air in frustration. 

“Just checkin’ oh, oh fuck” Indrid is tight and ridged around his dick as it slides in, “fuckin christ, no wonder sailors’ll crash into rocks at the offerin of fuckin a siren, wait, fuck, that was probably rude.”

“I will let it slide” Indrid teases, the end of his tail curling around Duck’s left ankle, “on account of your body is so lovely I would beach myself and die gasping on your doorstep for a chance to touch it.”

“No need for that. All you gotta do is wait here like a good little mer and I’ll fuck you as much as you want.” The slit pulses as Duck slowly fucks in and out, and he knows he’ll have to throw out all his fleshlights after this because nothing will ever compare to the deliciously alien feeling of Indrid around his dick. 

“Do, do not joke about such things.” Indrid whimpers, clinging to his shoulders.

“I ain’t. You wanted a mate, right?”

“Yes, you, so very badly.”

“Well, you got one, and you feel so goddamn good on my cock I ain’t inclined to let you swim off and be someone else’s.”

“I do not want to, I only want you, please, please let me stay.”

Duck stills his hims and the siren writhes as he leans down. The human cups his cheek, “I want you to stay, ‘Drid. I wanna get to know you. Long as you promise you ain’t gonna fuck me unless you want to, and not because you’re scared I’ll turn you loose.”

“I promise.” Indrid initiates the kiss this time, purring when Duck takes his time kissing back. 

“Good. Now that we got that cleared up” Duck sits up, “be a good mate and take what I give you.” He fucks in as hard as he dares, dives back down to kiss Indrid’s lips and throat as the mer’s cock emerges. Duck finds he can grind his ass along the twisting shaft at the same time he drives his own into Indrid’s body, resulting in a wail of pleasure and teeth sinking into his shoulder. 

“Fuck!”

“Sorry!” Indrid squeaks, hiding his face in Duck’s neck, “it, it is a reflex-”

Duck yanks his head back to his shoulder, near the first mark, and holds it down, “Do it again.”

Indrid trills and pain lights up Duck’s body, the perfect counterpoint to the pleasure coursing through him with each roll of their bodies. The siren chirps and moans, nips his arms and ears, slides his tail along his legs as his cock pumps frantically against his ass.

“That’s it sweet thing, cum for me while I fuck you. Show me just what my mate is for.” Duck bites Indrid’s neck and cum splatters the backs of his thighs as Indrid’s repetitions of his name drown out the noise of the waves.  Duck’s orgasm follows fast, sweeps through him like the crescendo of a song carried on the night air. 

Duck stays buried in him well after he’s finished, mind already conjuring images of tying Indrid down in shallow water and keeping his cock warm all day.

“Duck?”

“Yeah, sugar?” 

“I, ah, I need to get back in the water.”

“Oh shit, yeah, sure.” He pulls out, tosses his sea-soaked boxers up the beach as Indrid slides into the sea. Duck wades in, stopping where it’s waist deep as the siren swims lazily circles around him. 

“Such a perfect mate.”

“Glad you still think so.”

Indrid curls up to him, rubbing their cheeks together, “Thank you for indulging me. Do...do you wish me to come back tomorrow? Or to stay tonight? There are no other mers between here and my territory, so there is no reason I cannot count this stretch as mine.”

Duck kisses one of the hickeys blooming on tan skin, “How’s about you stay the night. We got some things to talk about. And, if you’re real good, I might let you fuck me when we’re done.”

Indrid grins, “My dearest one, I believe we have a deal.”

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Nowadays, if you ever go near Kepler and the surrounding islands, you may hear people talk about Duck Newton, beloved native son, skilled park ranger, and the only man receive siren kisses and live to tell the tale. 

[koko-bopp]

Truth Or Dare

kim taehyung x male!reader

word count – 6K

genre – Mature, college!au

warning(s) – hinted SMUT, lewd, jealousy, finger job, choking kink, baby boy/daddy kink, low-key power bottom!taehyung, top!reader

synopsis – truth or dare with a dirty twist and an adventure-hungry Kim Taehyung.

"Truth or Dare?"

The way this version of truth or dare work was that the person is picked via the spin of the bottle. The person who was picked last gets to decide the truth or dare. After ten spins, whoever the bottle chose has to pick up a scandal card.

Taehyung wasn't one to back down from a dare. It couldn't be as bad as Jungkook licking the toilet seat or Namjoon email his professor explaining that he was quitting philosophy.

Hoseok had already run past the staff room naked and Jimin ate candle wax. This was nothing.

Jin even admitted that he absolutely hates his culinary professor and has spit into the food that he was serving him. Yoongi had said he purposefully wrote the wrong musical note in one of the other performer's assessment.

"Dare," Taehyung said proudly, taking a Pringles chip from the bowl in front of him.

"I dare you to..." Jin thought for a moment, taking another bite of his Snickers bar before it looked like a lightbulb had lit upon his head. "I dare you to call [Y/N] 'daddy' for the remainder of this game."

Taehyung rolled his eyes, he hoped for something more difficult. He hoped for something more difficult after every round. Everything seemed so vanilla, and yeah, he might have a crush on you but calling you a naughty name wasn't adventurous enough for him.

Your eyes went wide though, just for a second. The feelings you had for him were mutual, and in your mind, you weren't doing the best at hiding them. "Wait–" you said, attempting to oppose the dare before getting interrupted.

Taehyung put a finger on your lips, shushing you from trying to persuade him to not do the dare, a giant smirk playing on his lips, "I'm not cracking an egg on my head, daddy. Your baby boy isn't a chicken."

There were clear 'ooooh' 's from Hoseok and Jimin, Jin put a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing at your reddened face.

"Whatever," you grumbled, trying your best to reduce the heat on your face.

Taehyung laughed, throwing the piece of chips into his mouth before leaning over to the centre of the circle, taking the bottle and spinning it to confirm his next victim.

"Kookie," He chuckled, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," Jungkook said, rather hesitantly.

"When we're you so horny, that you couldn't stand it?" Taehyung asked, pausing for a second before quickly adding, "And why?"

Jungkook laughed, "Damn, what's it with you an wanting to know all our dirty laundry?"

Taehyung laughed too, raising his arms to replicate a chicken before making the noise for the animal; indicating that Jungkook was too chicken to answer the question.

"Shut up," Jungkook snapped, but calmed himself that little bit to answer the truth. "Senior year, high school, [Y/N] and I had science together... He accidentally spilt the water in the beaker all over his shirt and–" Jungkook flushed red, burying his face in his hands.

"Oh my god, the white uniform?" Jimin gasped, "This was only a year ago! Why wasn't I there? I want to see that!"

You were chuckling in embarrassment, partly because you weren't aware of Jungkook being turned on by the incident until now.

Hoseok was laughing hard, grabbing the unopened Twix chocolate and placing it just away from your lips, "[Y/N] [L/N], how does it feel knowing that you accident seduced our youngest member in this unofficial club?"

"Kook and I are literally the same age, you make it sound like I'm a pedo," You said, moving the chocolate away from you.

Yoongi spoke up, "Wait, wait, so did you like, jack off to the thought of his shirt getting wet when you got the chance–"

"Oh my god, shut up!" Jungkook retorted, his face still buried in his hands, "It was a one-time thing! And fuck, I don't want to break an egg on my head!"

Everyone took a second to laugh, though Namjoon decided to cut the laughter upon quick realisation, "Damn, guys, I think Taehyung's a little jealous."

"Jealous?" Taehyung asked as if it wasn't obvious, "Jealous of what?"

Yoongi took a sip of his soft drink, "Nothing. Though maybe that Kook got to see [Y/N] low-key naked and you didn't."

This was getting too much for you, not that you were upset about the topic, but you felt really caught in the middle of joking-flirting or just taking everything as it is. It flattered you that Jungkook found you attractive, yet, it also made you hella flustered.

Taehyung scoffed, "Whatever. Jungkook, spin the bottle."

"Scandal card!" Hoseok announced. Getting the deck of cards next to him and shuffling them.

Jungkook did as he was told, grabbing the bottle and spinning it.

Taehyung.

Again.

It earned a groan from a few people, but Taehyung was feeling rather excited that he was hopefully getting something more exhilarating.

Hoseok picked a card. Without a second thought, Hoseok let out a very loud laugh, one that would make you think he’d found the funniest joke in the world; regardless, it intrigued everyone, you could see them inch closer towards the circle. Hoseok lifted his hand to wipe away a tear, “Oh my boba, who bought these?”

Yoongi cheekily put his hand up.

Hoseok chuckled, "Were you looking to get fucked tonight or something, jagi?" Hoseok threw the card at Taehyung, in a way so it definitely landed face-down in front of him. "Hold on. I'll set a timer."

Taehyung furrowed his brows, before picking up the card so he can look at it properly.

Finally.

Something good.

'suck the fingers of the person on your right for forty seconds'

A giant smirk kept onto Taehyung's lips, and it was getting you that little bit excited because you're to his left.

"Daddy," Taehyung said, faking a teasing whine. He got into his knees to face you do you were both at eye level, placing one hand on your thigh to squeeze it gently, and the other bringing the card up so you could read it. "Will you let me, Daddy?"

Maybe the maker of the cards didn't know queer people play this game too.

You had no problem with the dare.

Kinda just wished he was sucking something else, though.

You wrapped one hand around his neck, no firm grip, but enough for him to gasp from the sudden action, bringing him little bit closer to you. "Then you better suck like a good boy, huh?"

You bought two fingers in front of Taehyung. He didn't think twice, he took a second to kiss the digits first, around it, providing gentle licks for a few seconds, his foreplay, if you will.

His eyes wandered from yours to his audience of six other boys, before specifically landing on Jungkook in triumph gaze.

A small prideful smirk danced on his lips, looking back at you with lusty eyes before he immediately began his dare. Starting off slow, lapping his tongue around your fingers, his eyes rotating from closing to concentrate on his actions to looking at your expression to see if he was actually doing it to your liking.

You were smiling mischievously, though; like you had some dirty image in mind or were planning something.

The room was dead quiet, just watching Taehyung suck your fingers like a lollipop, saliva slowly starting to drip from the small opening in his mouth, but also your other hand gripping the side of his jaw.

This was something the dominant one in the bedroom of out the two other couples would have to take note of.

It was rather entertaining.

And fricking hell, where you were looking from, it's exhilaratingly attractive. He was humming and practically moaning around your fingers, turning too many people on in the process.

"Hmm, daddy?" Taehyung's attention comment was almost muffled, but it was enough for you to understand and chuckle at his attempt.

"Yeah, baby?" You replied, a little softer.

"Deeper, daddy," He said, sucking much harder around your fingers, "I can take it."

You smirked, and pushed your fingers further into Taehyung's mouth.

He almost choked on them, since it had touched the back of his throat. A string of drool fell from the centre of his lips, slightly painting the wrist that held his jaw in place for you to make sure your fingers were touching the far end of his throat.

You chuckled, whispering, "That's it baby, might even let you suck my cock if you keep this up."

You heard Jimin gasp, looks like your words were loud enough for the boys to hear.

And according to Taehyung, maybe they should, because their reaction got him to take as much as he can.

The small beeping noise from Hoseok's phone went off.

Game was over.

But you quickly took half a second to tighten your grip on the sides of Taehyung's jaw. It earned an airy moan, his mouth opening just enough for you to extract your fingers.

"Fuck," Namjoon said, not too sure if he was confused, shocked or aroused.

"That was..." Hoseok started, but stopped, "That was something."

Taehyung grinned brightly, his hands still on your thighs, "Can we stop playing?" Taehyung asked the boys, before looking at you rather lovingly, "I really think we should hangout together after this."

[strangebrews]

@madam-metaphor​ asked: 69. Ventriloquist

So Eddie was still out of a job. Not an ideal state to be in, by any means, though he’d excused the situation on being busy with other, more pertinent things—diverting an alien invasion, for starters.

But it’d been 2 months since anything urgent had come up and here was Eddie during a Wednesday afternoon, on the couch with a microwave dinner in his lap. TV shows had gotten worse nowadays, he was thinking, no respect for plot anymore, just pure drama. 

His bills were piling up—the stack of envelopes was becoming painfully apparent on the island in the kitchen, giant red notices bleeding onto the paper—but it wasn’t like Eddie hadn’t tried. He had tried—at the grocery store, the pet shop, even the fucking video rental place—yet none of the leads had amounted to any promising offer. He was just unlucky, that was all, he thought and took another bite.

You’re very lucky, Eddie. I decided to live in your body. Venom regarded itself quite highly.

He was flipping through channels now, irritated with his lack of options, Venom’s head perched on his shoulder. A streaming subscription, that’s what he needed. Another bill added to the mound, but it was necessary, because, “I mean look at this shit,” he gestured towards the TV with his remote, mouth full, “You cannot expect me to want to watch this kind of crap.” It’d been some ventriloquist—third fucking episode in a row—and Eddie jammed his finger into the skip in frustration. 

Wait.

Venom pressed a tendril to the back button and slithered closer to the screen, head cocked in interest.

How did he get that little human onto his arm?

Eddie gave Vee a crooked smile. He would admit, providing Venom explanations of silly human behaviors was one of his favorite aspects of this cohabitation. “It’s not a tiny human. It’s a puppet—not alive. You stick your arm up the hole in its ass and make it do things.” He laughed, amused at his own explanation. 

Venom’s eyes glimmered. Don’t we do the same thing?

 The laughing stopped. “No, no we do not do the same thing—it’s different. It’s very fucking different. You’re supposed to make jokes, create a show, have people watch you.”

The glimmer intensified. Let’s do that.

“Do what? Become a career ventriloquist?” a slow nod was Eddie’s only answer.  

Venom’s proposal was unsurpring, actually. It had grown increasingly frustrated recently—angry that Eddie could walk the streets now without anyone suspecting anything out of the ordinary, providing no indication they knew Venom was living inside. But the issue was that Venom wanted to be seen—wanted everyone to know that Eddie was taken, that this was Venom’s Eddie. It didn’t want anyone looking at him. Considering him.

Venom had thrown a fit once or twice in public already, accidentally shoved someone out through the glass doors of a bus because they’d brushed up against Eddie a little too often. And that had been an accident—the person was fine aside from a few scratches on the nose—but Venom had been sternly warned that day to never try anything like it again. 

“I’ll rip you out of me, Vee. I promise I will.” Obviously it was an exaggeration, but the image it produced was painful enough for Venom to agree.

So this was its roundabout way of being present in public. They could star in a show together—much like the one on TV—and Venom would have an excuse to stay on the outside, make itself known. It was a perfect idea.

I would make a great puppet, Eddie.

Eddie just laughed and brushed the crumbs off the front of his shirt. He used to be an esteemed journalist. He was not going to become a fucking ventriloquist for the afternoon broadcast. It was stupid. It was ridiculous. It was not an option. It was—

+

They were standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Venom’s head bobbing out from Eddie’s right hand, while another piece wrapped around his arm before cutting off entirely before the elbow. 

A puppet. A gooey, terrifying, alien puppet.

Venom had succeeded in getting Eddie to try the idea out—there was no harm in just trying, it’d argued. And yes, fucking had been a factor in the convincing process, but there was no need to focus on silly details.

They’d been glued to the same spot for nearly an hour now, Eddie trying to mold Venom’s mass into something a bit less menacing. He’d tried giving it pointed ears, a nose, some makeshift hair strands that were supposed to cover a part of Venom’s eyes, but they resembled creepy noodles, if anything else. The attempts were useless, so with a sigh Eddie gave in and moved onto the next issue. “We’ll just be really funny, to distract from the unconventional look.” Unconventional was his way of describing it, because there was no reason to hurt Vee’s feelings. 

Mouth movements proved to be a problem too. “You have to move it based on the shape of the words I’m saying. What you’re doing is not convincing at all.” Venom was just opening and closing its maw haphazardly, disregarding any authenticity. 

I’m meant to be a puppet. They lack the same facial mechanics. 

“Yeah, but—” Eddie cut himself off, because there was a point to be made here, he just wasn’t sure what it was. He set that aside for later. 

The tongue—the tongue had to go.

“It’s just a bit unsettling, is all, when you flick it all the way out like that, you know? Some might find it suggestive, others might think it's insulting.” So Venom curled it back into its maw, with some difficulty, but it’d managed.

Then they encountered an issue with the flow of the conversation. Eddie should have expected Venom to hit a few bumps in the road when it came to witty comebacks, but it really killed the vibe when it kept answering with things like Eddie, do you really think I look like a nasty talking tar ball?

Eddie even tried feeding Venom dialogue through his thoughts, but on the fourth failed attempt he decided they were done. “We tried, we basically failed. I’ve got more important things to do.”

Staring into your empty fridge so you can ignore your real problems isn’t very important. Eddie did not entertain Venom with a response.

+

Yes, he should have been looking for a job still, but Eddie chose to write a script instead. 

They had stopped after that fourth try, but returned to the mirror an hour later. Eddie was going to get it right—he was going to squeeze at least one original, funny thing out of Venom. 

On the seventh try he decided the only way out of this was writing a script.

Recording the video, with his phone resting on the dresser and the script hiding beside it, was also, just a one-off thing. A quick hyperfixation, nothing more.

He worked on their conversation for 2 days, smoothed out all the kinks in their performance during the 10 rounds of practice recordings. Venom could now shape its mouth around the words, kept its tongue inside, and even spoke at a higher pitch to make it more convincing. The pair was ready.

+

Uploading the video to Youtube had also been Eddie’s idea. He had not given up on the project, and neither had he given up on being in denial towards the fact that he was absorbed by said project.

“It’s just—I refuse to have wasted 5 fucking hours on this and keep it private, you know?” It was a weak argument, and he suspected Venom would have raised its eyebrows in doubt if it had any, but it stayed silent. 

He’d done some minimal editing. Nothing too fancy—just an intro and an outro, simple things he’d learned during his journalism days. “It’s not gonna get any views.” he was talking to himself at this point, mouse hovering over the Publish.

“It wasn’t even that funny.” The video had successfully appeared on the recent uploads page—Eddie had checked to make sure, but he didn’t necessarily care. 

“I’ll probably delete it in a day or two, anyway, mind you.” Venom continued to hide away.

+

Venom was only ever quiet for two reasons: it was tired, or it had won a battle with Eddie and had nothing more to say. This case slotted under the latter category.

Because Eddie had not deleted the video after a day or two—it was still floating around on the Internet and Eddie’s finger was beginning to cramp up from refreshing. And refreshing. And refreshing.

The result wasn’t anything major. It was only 100,000 hits in 5 days and the title was pure bait—kinda hard to pass up a video called “Famous Ex-Journalist Stuffs Hand Up Puppet’s Bumhole, Calls It Coping” (That’s a misleading title, Venom had noted. “I know, just trust me.”)

“It’s not even that funny of a video.” Eddie said again on the 6th day, but there was a smile tugging at his lips—nearing 200,000 now. 

Cooksucker3000 said your puppet is fucking dope, Eddie. Venom hummed along Eddie’s arms in satisfaction. The comments were its favorite part, for quite obvious reasons, and Eddie was too preoccupied with his own shower of compliments to correct Venom’s reading mistakes.

this is so hilarious!! 

i love the idea! 

good to see ur doing well - i remember u from tv! 

u r really fucking hot xx

Delete that. It has nothing to do with the contents of the video. So not all of the comments were Venom’s favorite.

+

When they hit 300,000 Eddie said, “Fine—I’ll write one more script. But after that, we’re done.” Venom did not put up a fight this time either.

Because fine, Eddie could say whatever he wanted, but they shared a fucking body at the end of the day—as if Venom wouldn’t have noticed him finishing up the 4th script of a series last night.

[kill-for-cookies]

Promise is a beautiful lie (pt. 3)

Dhawan!Master x Reader

words: 2051

note: just want to thank one nice person @263adder. I love you! You give me motivation to write. 

previous parts: 1 / 2

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“Are you fucking kidding me?” you said it calmly enough, but it was like anger was pouring out of you. Your hands didn't stop going up and down.

“Oh, there you are. I thought you're not home.”

“I'm not home?! Do you know what time is it? 5 am! At 5 fucking am there's a knock on my door. Do you understand how you scared me, Doctor? I thought about all sorts of things.”

“Like what?” she seemed surprised by your outburst. Probably that wasn't how she imagined meeting you. Hugs, tears of joy, maybe even a rebuke, but not this.

“Some robbers!” you weren't really thinking about them. And maybe that added fuel to the fire. All your thoughts were about him. That damned time Lord in purple coat which suits him. You were thinking about him. And that wasn't an exaggeration. It pissed you off.

“Robbers who knock on the door?”

“Hey! Don't judge me! I want to remind you it's 5 am.”

“Okay, I know you're angry and I want to apologize…”

“Don't, Doctor. Just don't say anything. I need to make some green tea to calm down. We'll talk later” you really needed this. In this condition you couldn't think straight and would say too much, which you would regret. You needed to calm your raging head and tea would help. 

5 minutes later you were sitting on your unfortunate sofa with a cup of tea in your hands. The Doctor was sitting in the chair to your right. Her mug was on the coffee table. She drank her tea very quickly. Apparently, not only your nerves were on edge. Both of you sat in silence, but the tension still felt between you.

“I'm so sorry, Doc” you were the first to break the silence, looking out the window and catching her gaze on you. “I never wanted to shout at you. I just… had a hard and difficult day” it was and given your crazy adventure with the Master… “It just came out. Sorry…”

“Y/N, you don't have to apologize. I understand. Although we time Lords don't need to sleep as much as you do and it also annoys me when the TARDIS wakes me up too soon” you really missed her and all those talks. Your whole life seemed to have acquired the colors you were missing. “I just wanted to check on you before I leave.”

“You leave? Alone?” your eyes widened.

“Yes, Ryan, Yaz and Graham said they wanted to spend some time on Earth…” It was like you felt her pain. Telepathy? No, you just understood her very well.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought…” you weren't sure about the next words. Maybe she should be alone for a while. “I thought we were going to fly together…”

“Do you want to?” The Doctor’s eyes were slightly glittering.

“Yes, of course…”

“Well, if so… You have 15 minutes until departure” she quickly jumped up and almost in a hop moved to the door.

“Wait, what?” but the Doctor had already left. You just snorted at it. Well, something didn't change, did it?

You were about to wash yourself and dress, but you had to do something before it. Just in case. You went to the window and saw blue police box. You were standing at the window until the Doctor went to the TARDIS and entered it. Now you could go preparing to the road peacefully. You just didn't want to step on the same rake twice. It wasn't so bad, though…

*

Here you are again, standing at those blue doors. Dejavu. But this time it was easy for you to get in. Maybe because you knew the Doctor was waiting for you there or because you talked to her before.

'Stop thinking! Just do it' and with that thought you opened the door.

There were tears in your eyes. How you missed it! It felt like the blue and yellow got brighter when you walked in. The TARDIS must have missed you too. You patted the wall and the TARDIS made a pleasant buzzing sound.

“So where are we going?” you went to the Doctor who was doing something at the console.

“I want to show you a nebula that resembles a passage to another reality. Well, in fact, the gas and dust roll in a spiral. But the first description sounds more interesting, doesn't it?” she hopped, jumped, spun, in a word danced around the console. And you were unconsciously thinking about your little adventure with the Master. What's wrong with you? Why can't you put him out of your head? You decided to focus on something else.

“Pancakes and coffee are on you. I'm starving” you said it walking past her. You didn't have breakfast before you left and now you were going to catch up. The Doctor just giggled at this.

After breakfast you went back to the console room. The doctor was waiting for you. She was about to pull the lever that would bring the TARDIS into flight when her eyes widened.

“Oh, that's bad. No, worse… Worse than worse… Okay then we'll see the nebula another time” she muttered frantically pressing buttons.

“What's going on? Something bad happened?”

“Mauve signal» probably it was supposed to explain everything, but it didn't. You just raised an eyebrow. “The mauve signal is a SOS signal” well, now it became clear. You might have asked why mauve and not red, but considering your adventures with the Doctor you had stopped being surprised at anything. Mauve, so mauve. Who are you to argue with that?

The TARDIS yanked hard and fortunately you grabbed the console because if you didn’t you would fly away. Your feet were barely on the floor. You had the unpleasant feeling that something wanted to stop you… Or someone. Why are you so optimistic? But fortunately it didn't last long and after half a minute it stopped. You looked at the Doctor and asked without speaking 'is it over?'. She only smiled and went to the door. Apparently, it was yes. You ran to her. You wanted to keep up. As soon as you both stepped out of the TARDIS you were greeted by men with guns pointed at you. Seriously? Again? Apparently, luck is your middle name!

“Hey-hey-hey, we came in peace. Saw the mauve signal and decided to help” their situation was so desperate that they believed the Doctor and lowered their blasters. Or she was just very convincing. In any case, it was better than sitting in a jail cell for something you didn't do.

Honestly, you didn't listen to what happened to the ship when you were being taken to the generator room. First of all, the chief mechanic (if you weren't wrong) said so many complicated and unknown for you words so you only understood half of that. And secondly, you had an unpleasant feeling that you were being followed. You turned around a couple of times to see who it was. But you didn't see anyone. So you left this.

As you understood, something happened to the generator and it was heating up at high speed. And if it reached a critical temperature (which would happen in 11 minutes), it would explode and destroy half of the solar system, which wasn't very good. When you entered the generator room, the Doctor was looking at something with enthusiasm and admiring it as she set to work. You knew perfectly you couldn't help her and maybe would hinder her.

“Can I take a little walk while you work here?” just standing by and watching wasn’t for you. Besides, it was so long since you had been on a spaceship except the TARDIS. You had to get used to it again, so you had to explore the ship.

“Yes, sure, but don't go far” you just nodded at this and quickly left the room.

It was cooler in the corridor than there and you felt better. You didn't even notice when you held your breath. In two words crazy days. You didn't have a minute to get normal rest. Well, at least now you could be in peace and quiet. When you reached the middle of the corridor, you stopped and closed your eyes. One hand was on your neck and head was slightly lowered. Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder holding you firmly in place and there was something at your temple. You opened your eyes quickly, your hand slid from your neck and dropped loosely down. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a familiar device. TCE.

“Miss me?” damn, it was him. The Master. Would he ever leave you alone? “Wish we met last time, I wanted to ask you. What do you think of Gallifrey? Like it?” you could feel his smug smile against your ear. Apparently, this was the Master from your present, before the promise.

Images of this orange planet immediately came up in your mind. It must have been beautiful before it was destroyed. But you'd be lying if you said the ruins and fire didn't impress you. Of course, it was terrible and you can't imagine what the Doctor felt. But given the time Lords had invented time travel, it was surprising to see what could have destroyed them. And you were interested in it. But you didn't want to let him know that.

“I think it was more beautiful before the destruction.”

“Do you? You shouldn't lie to me.”

His grip on your shoulder tightened and you hissed. But not because of this. It was because he was in your head. You always had good imagination. So you imagined him entering the archive of your thoughts and memories and slammed the door right in front of him. You must have managed to get him out of your head, because the Master hissed in your ear:

“That was rude” you were already exulting with your little victory, even though you were still in a difficult situation.

“What are you doing here?”

“Just passing by…” did he really think you would believe him?

“You don't look like someone who accidently happens to be on a ship. Plus, it sends SOS signal” The Master just snorted at this. Apparently, he didn't expect you to figure out his plan.

“Oh, not bad for a human. Among all her pets you are a smart one” what a compliment! Your hands clenched. “But I was expecting the Doctor.”

“What do you need from her?”

“Just a talk” you knew that wouldn't be just a talk. So everything was back to normal, as it was before. Nothing changed. Although you remember the Master you met the day before. Could he really change like that? “But I don't mind your company. Alone, with me, without your precious Doctor. Oh, I can do so much with you” every cell in your body tensed and you held your breath, waiting for his next action.

But you were lucky. Really lucky this time. You heard the Doctor's voice calling your name. You exhaled. The tension began to leave your body. In any case, the Doctor wouldn't let the Master hurt you, but you still had no idea how to get out of this situation. But you couldn't help but smile. She doesn't even know she saved you. Well, perhaps saved.

“But we'll leave that for another time. And it will be soon. Sooner than you can imagine” your heart sank. It wasn't a good sign. You closed your eyes trying to stop your irregular breathing.

“Y/N, I told you not to go far. What are you doing here?” you turned to her voice. It took only a second, well, two or three at most, and the Master was gone. And that was for the best.

“Just, you know… Being in my thoughts” you didn't tell the Doctor about what happened just a few seconds ago. Some things the Doctor shouldn't know. You had the feeling that the Master must have watched you lying to her and grinned at it. Whenever your next meeting happened, he would remind you this and you would regret. But this would be later. Now you wanted to walk to the TARDIS and get some rest.  

[talpup]

Lost Song:5

Summary: The war between the Dragons and Griffons ended 233 years ago, and both races right along with it.

Or so it was believed. There are three individuals that will soon change that.

Kai is the last of the Dragons and he seeks to take what he sees as his rightful place and rule over all of Oblvi. Meanwhile, Shouta, the last Sphinx, wants nothing more than to do his job; keep the peace and and teach the young Fourth’s to hopefully avoid the mistakes of their ancestors. And Teris, a Foundling who is just trying to understand and survive in this strange new world that is supposedly her own.

All three have their own wants and desires, but Kai’s plans, Teris’ existence, and Shouta's past mean that none of them may get what they want.

This fic is rated explicit and has warnings of sex, violence, and other possible triggers.  For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

***So this fic has turned out the have a lot more ABO dynamics than I had planned. So please note that that has been added to the tags.

5.1

Shouta exited his rooms.  The smell of something baking might not have woken him from a long overdue sleep in, but it had greeted him the instant his heated dream had vanished.  Teris.  He was dreaming about her more and more.  The images and wanting growing ever more vivid.  He could understand the sex dreams.  She was certainly desirable in form and face.  But the others…  There was nothing about her that made him want to spend a lazy day in, or take a stroll through the woods and get caught in the rain. And yet over the course of the two months since she had joined his Ilca, he had had both those dreams and more.

Frowning, Shouta made his way down, following the warm baked smell to the dorms kitchens.  The sight that greeted him was so domestic that it might as well have been pulled from one of his previous dreams.  Teris, with her back to him, working at the kitchen counter.  As if this were one of his dreams, Shouta moved quietly to her, arms twitching, eager to wrap around her.

There was an audible pop that made Shouta stop.

The newly appeared Twice waved the goods in his hand.  “Got it!  Told you I could get Terra strawberries and bananas.  This was a lot of work.  You better be grateful.”

“Thank you, Twice.  I’m sure Hizashi will appreciate it.”  Teris smirked, accustomed to the House Elf’s quirk some ways.

Shouta watched her.  The space between them might not have been more than five feet; but it felt insurmountable.

Twice turned bashful.  He waved her off.  “Anything for you— What are you doing here!  You’re not suppose to be in here!”

Teris turned thinking Hizashi had come to check on the dessert.  Her smile fell as soon as she saw it wasn’t her friend but Shouta.

Shouta's eyes darkened when she turned back around without a word.  Yep. He had absolutely no idea why he was having such dreams about her.  Irritating, too proud woman.  It wasn’t as if he actually wanted to do those kind of domestic with her.  He was forced to spend too much time with her as it was.  It had to have been the close quarters.  Living in the same dorm as female Griffon in her prime.  It was bound to tap into his primal instinct and mess with his head enough to effect his dreams.

His well rested and good mood ruined by Teris’ response to his presence, Shouta turned the hollering House Elf.  “Out.”

Ordered by the dorms Ilca Leader, Twice had no choice but to obey.

Teris spun around just in time to see the House Elf disappear with a pop. “He was helping me!”

“What are you doing?”

“What’s it matter to you?”  She demanded, anger rising at the Sphinx’s calm voice and non expression.

“I told you to rest.”

“I am!”

“You’re baking.”

“So you do know what I’m doing.”  Teris snarked, tone full of mock congratulation.

Shouta slid his hands into his pockets, refusing to take the bait.  Fun as it was to taunt her, he didn’t want to argue.  He wanted to see that she took it easy and was well rested for her and Hizashi's first patrol tomorrow. “Baking isn’t resting.”

“Some of us actually have a decent sleep schedule.  Sorry if I can’t lay in bed all day sleeping with you.  Like you!”  Teris quickly corrected, face heating at the slip. “Can’t sleep all day like you.”

Shouta recovered quickly from the shock of her words.  His wide eyes relaxed, shimmering with a hungry intensity. “You can sleep with me whenever you like.”

Teris shivered at the husky drop of his already deep voice. “N—no. You’re…”  Handsome. Desirable.  Smart. Strong. “I don’t want to be with you. I can barely tolerate you.”

Shouta smirked at the warble in her voice.  Hands pulling out of his pockets, he stalked a step closer. “Who said anything about being with?  Fourth's are freer than that.  We don’t need to be mated or companions to seek release.  Having sex need not change a thing between us. We could just fuck.”

The idea appealed to him.  Maybe getting a taste would help get her out of his head.  The saying you always want what you can’t have came to mind.  But if he had her…  Thought of having her made his chest and cock heat.

Teris’ eyes widened.  Was that a—a purr he just gave?  No. That couldn’t have been what that was. Thankfully the sound had been so soft and low that she was able to dismiss it.

She reached back, gripping the counter-top to help aid her suddenly wobbly legs in holding herself up. “Yeah... Well…  I’m not sure how I feel about hate sex and that’s what it would be so…”

Shouta’s lips pulled into a line at the way she looked everywhere but him.  While he thrilled at her obvious nervousness, he wanted her eyes on him. Another purring growl sounded from his chest. If he were in his true form his tail would've swished from side to side.

He denied the joy he felt at the clear struggle of her hidden wanting, telling himself that the delight he felt was in toying with her. In taunting her.  In seeing and making this woman who had been a thorn in his paw since day one a flustered mess. This is what she got for intruding upon his peace.  For following him into his dreams.  For making him continue lapse and think of her as his when he didn’t even want her.

He lifted an eyebrow, teeth showing in a crooked smile. “So that’s a maybe then.”

Mouth suddenly dry, Teris turned away from the teasing Sphinx.  And that’s what he was doing.  Teasing. Because he couldn’t be serious.  There was no way he wanted her.

Dark eyes raking over her back, Shouta stalked closer.

Teris’ breath quickened, at the feeling him drawing near.  How was it that she could hear her own heartbeat and his slow, quiet steps?

His chest pressed against her back.

Teris jumped.  The spoon she stirred with flinging melted chocolate at the feel of his strong, warm chest.

“If you ever want to test that maybe.  Discover if it’s a yes.  Let me know.  Whether it’s a rough hate fuck you’re after.  Or something else.  You’ll find I’m up for it all.  Just say the word and I’ll give you an experience you’ll never forget, Kitten.”

Teris’ head snapped back to face him.  Her breath caught, body heating at the predatory look in his dark eyes.  Though her mouth opened, she couldn’t respond.  Couldn’t even move.

Shouta’s gaze fixed on the small stripe of chocolate on her face that was temptingly close to her plump, parted lips.  Unable to help himself he pressed against her, sandwiching her body between him and the counter-top.  His hand came up, cupping her cheek, holding her gently in place.

Much like the chocolate she was tending, Teris melted at the touch of his calloused fingers.

Her soft sigh fanned across his nearing face.  Shouta hummed at the sweet scent of her.  It would be so easy to divert his course and taste her lips.  The want to do so was so overwhelming he trembled the last two inches as he drew near.

Teris’ eyes closed, her head tilting.  And then…

Shouta licked the chocolate off her face, his hot, wet tongue ghosting over the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes snapped open.  She pulled back.

Fuck! Shouta's eyes dilated.  He stood stock still a moment, body rigid, battling his self control.  It was a mistake.  Getting so close.  Licking her clean.  Having a hinting taste of her.  The urge to bend her over and made her scream his name was too great.

He stepped back.  Then stepped back again.  “You’re so messy you make a mess of even yourself.”

Teris touched were he had licked, her skin still tingling.

Shouta turned away.  The less senses he had focused on her the better. “Make sure you clean up after yourself.”

Confused, angry, and disappointed Teris watched Shouta leave without a backwards glance.

5.2

The next morning Hizashi sat at the table having a piece of the banana split cake Teris had made to celebrate their first patrol.  When she had asked him what his favorite dessert was he hadn’t hesitated in answering.  Thankfully he had seen his adoptive mothers make it often enough to tell her the basic recipe.  Having the cake had felt like a slice of home which had made him happy and wistful.  At least with both his mothers having died in a car accident a few years back, he wasn’t left worried and wondering about them now that he was here.

Swallowing a bite of the sweet poke cake, Hizashi looked up at Teris.  “You know how Oboro finally told me a while back that he thinks I might be half siren?”

“Yeah.” She bend down opening another cupboard looking for the perfect container.

“Well now he says he’s not so sure.”

Still bent over she turned.  “Why’s that?”

“Because Hizashi's clearly a hybrid of spirit and sprite, and Sirens are a sub-species of spirit, beast, and demon.”  Shouta told, entering the kitchen.  His eyes fell on Teris first taking in the enticing sight of her ass.  His lips quirk ever so slightly upward at the fine display, then suddenly fell when he took in the rest of her.

She was wearing Kai’s colors.  Well, the colors of his true form.  Even though she might not be aware she doing so, it was a clear sign of her returned favor for the arrogant Dragon.  An acceptance of Kai’s courting.  Shouta buried a low growl.  What did he care if she accepted Kai?  It wasn’t as if he were trying to court her.  He didn’t even want her.

But she was part of his Ilca.  Any pain and suffering the Dragon caused her when he found out Teris was a griffon would be his mess to deal with.  He would kill that Dragon if he ever hurt her.  Teris was his. Damn!  His Ilca.  She was part of his Ilca.

“What the hell are you doing?”  Shouta’s frown deepened, cursing the way his temper colored his tone.

Either unaware or uncaring how alluring the sight of her ass was, Teris turned back to shuffle through the low cabinet.  “Looking for a container.  Why?  What the hell are you doing?”

Trying not to go over and rub my hardening cock against your sweet ass, Shouta thought.  He managed to pull his eyes away from the sight only to have them return to the tempting mound.

Her hips swayed side to side.

Oh, for fuck sake!  If he didn’t know any better Shouta would've sworn she was doing it on purpose.  But he did know better.  He had made her that stupid offer yesterday afternoon.  And not only had she not accepted, but she had spent a good portion of the rest of the day avoiding him.  If she wasn’t even interested in sex without strings, there was no way she was trying to delight him with that dancing display.

Snuffing out a low growl, Shouta marched over.  He opened a top cabinet and pulled out a container.  “There.  How hard was that?”

Teris’ head peaked up from the bottom cupboard.  “No.”

“No?”

“Not that one.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s--” She turned and looked up at him.

They both stopped.

She wasn’t on her knees but her head was level with his crotch.  And with her looking up at him…

Her eyes lowered, needing to look away from his handsome face.  Big mistake.  She was met with the black fabric of his pants and…  Was there a slight tenting?

She jumped up, straightening. Both she and Shouta took a step back.

Hizashi watched the two, smiling widely.  Oboro had told him, Aizawa was a logical man.  That the reason Sphinx’s enjoyed troublesome, twisting puzzles was because they prized finding the logical in them. But there was nothing logical about Shouta's denial of his feelings for Teris. More then that, the Sphinx was in such denial that he couldn’t even see Teris’ clear wanting of him in return.

Shouta stuffed his hands in his pockets hoping to hide the growing bulge.

Teris turned away, cursing last nights dream about him.  This was all Aizawa’s fault. He was the one who had licked her face and talked about giving her an experience she would never forget.  It didn’t matter that she had had such dreams about him before.  It was still Shouta's fault.

“What’s wrong with the container You’ve never been picky about them before.” The Sphinx’s eyes narrowed.  “Don’t tell me you’re becoming more difficult.”

Teris spun back around.  “Me!  Difficult? Look in the mirror and then tell me about how I’m being difficult. And no,” she picked up the contained he had offered and slammed it back down on the counter, “that one won’t do.  It’s not--”  She stopped trying to find the right word.

Shouta watched her a moment, waiting.  Finally he prompted. “Not what?”

“It’s just not… right.”  She opened another cabinet, continuing her search.

“She’s taking a piece of cake for Kai.”  Hizashi told, hand on his own packed piece for Oboro.

Shouta looked from the Hybrid back to Teris.  “Why?”

“Found it!”  She declared pulling what she viewed as the perfect container for her offering.

Shouta saw the care she took in cutting and packing a piece of the overly sweet monstrosity.  Not a fan of sweets, he had forced himself to eat a piece of cake because Teris had made it.  The fact that she viewed going out on patrol and spending more time with him as something to celebrate left him with a warm, fuzzy feeling. But why was she taking a piece to Kai?

It was bad enough that Kai was courting her.  Bad enough that she had subconsciously worn colors that matched the Dragons true form.  Now she was taking Kai a piece of cake that she had made for him-- for them.  For his Ilca to celebrate her and Hizashi's first patrol.  He had no doubt that Kai would take her offer as a silent acceptance of his courtship.  Just the thought of the Dragons wrongful thinking made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

“You said you made it to celebrate your and Yamada’s first patrol.”

Hearing the slightest hint of accusation in the Sphinx’s baritone, Hizashi straightened in his seat.

Missing the edge that Hizashi picked up on, Teris tilted her head at the packaged cake, wondering if it needed a bow. “I did.”

“Then why give Chisaki a piece?”

The dreamy glaze in her eyes evaporated at the Sphinx’s question.  “I don’t know Shouta.  Maybe because he’s taught me everything I know about this world.”

Hizashi flinched at her snapping tone.  Why did the two always have to fight?  Everyone said how much freer Fourth's were with sex.  Maybe if Shouta and Teris had sex they would realize just how much they liked each other.

Shouta scoffed.  “He’s hardly taught you everything you know.”

“Yes he has.”  Teris argued.

“Are you forgetting the lessons I’ve given you?”

She shivered at his pinning glare. “I--”

Shouta stepped to her.  “Maybe if I made those lessons a bit more personal.  Tested you a little longer and harder.” He looked her over, humming in satisfaction at her blush.  “I’ll give you any private lessons you want.  All you have to do is ask.”

When Teris didn’t respond, Shouta leaned over her.  “What’s the matter?  Don’t think you can take what I have to give?”

“I—I ca—can take whatever pathetic excuse you have. I just don’t want it.  Or you.  You’re the last person I’d want to have sex with.”

“Sex?” Shouta lifted his eyebrow. “Who said anything about sex?”

Teris blanched, blinking at his question.

Dark eyes glittering, Shouta’s voice dropped in octave and volume. “Such a naughty little thing.  Taking my offer of help and twisting it like that.”  He gave a toothy smile.  “Although, if you are interested in sex I suppose I could find the time to put you through your paces.”

Her body vibrated with heated wanting and boiling fury. “I hate you.”

Her hair whipped around hitting Shouta in the face.

Shouta's eyes closed, breathing in her scent.

Teris stormed off only to return.

Shouta’s eyes opened at the return of her stomping feet.  He frowned seeing her take up the packaged cake she had forgotten and followed her out into the great room.

“Wait.”

As much as Teris would've liked to ignore the Sphinx and keep on going, she forced her feet to stop.  Shouta might be a bothersome ass, but he was also her Ilca Leader.  She had no doubt that he would leave her behind today if she didn’t obey what he probably saw as a simple command.

Shouta felt a sharp sting at her irritation, his flirting having upset more than engaged.  That’s because you weren’t flirting, an inner voice said. True as he believed that to be, Shouta was annoyed with himself for provoking her yet again. Though it wasn’t entirely his fault.

Teasing was part of his nature.  And when it came her, it happened so easily. If anything, it was Teris’ fault.  She was the one entering his dreams.  Haunting his every waking moment.  Even when she wasn’t in the same room at their dorm, her smell was there, infecting his mind.  She just so desirable, beautiful, smart.  No!  Not desirable.  Not—okay, she was beautiful and smart.  But she certainly wasn’t desirable. Which is why he wasn’t teasing her to court.  He taunted because she tested him and purposefully pushed his buttons.  She had invaded his well structured life and made a mess of it. She deserved to be toyed with for the trouble she had caused. It had nothing to do with his enjoyment of making her flustered blushing mess.

Pushing down his disappointment when she didn’t turn around, Shouta stalked to her. “I want you back by noon.”

“I know.”  They had gone over this last night while Hizashi had scarfed down three pieces of the too sweet cake.

“No later.”

“I know!”  Teris exclaimed, put on edge by his nearness as much as his words.  What did he think? That she was an idiot?  Why did he always have to stand so close?  He never stood that close to Hizashi.  Fourth's had a greater sense of things.  Was Shouta able to pick up on her attraction to him?  No. No!  He couldn’t pick up something that wasn’t there.  She hated the bossy, arrogant Sphinx. She wasn’t attracted to him.

“And make sure Kai sticks with academic lessons this morning.  I don’t want you coming back tired from physical training, or worse injured.”

Her grip on the container tightened.  “Kai would never hurt me.”

Shouta opened his mouth to argue, but held his tongue.  Now wasn’t the time to tell her how wrong she was.

“Is that all?  It’s a short day of lessons and I’d like to spend as much time with him as possible.”

Shouta gritted his teeth.  She didn’t mean it.  Didn’t know.  No matter what Kai thought he felt for her in his attempts at courting, it would all end when he discovered the truth.  Kai was a dragon.  Teris a griffon.  For that reason alone, Kai would never accept her.

The knowledge was both a solace and a pain.  Kai would hurt her, even if it wasn’t physical.  The thought of Teris hurting grieved him. Made him want to hurt the one responsible.  His hands twitched, wanting to scent her, but he held himself back and nodded.  “That’s it for now.”

He watched her leave without a backward glance, telling himself the ache he felt was built out of concern for her as a member of his Ilca, nothing more.

5.3

“Good morning.”  Teris greeted, entering Kai’s office.

“Morn--” Kai’s voice caught at the sight of her.

“Kai?”

Kai cleared his throat.  “Good morning.  You look lovely today.”

Teris blushed.  “You say that every morning.”

“Because it’s true.  Though today,” His gold eyes roved over her, “you look especially beautiful.”

“It’s beautiful now is it?”  Teris laughed, shyly.  “It must be my excitement showing.”

Kai’s eyes lifted to hers.  “Excitement?”

“My first patrol.”

“Right. I’m to go easy on you today.  Let’s hope I can hold myself back.”

Her face felt so hot that she was surprised flames weren’t licking around her hair.  There was just something about Kai that got her blood pumping in all the right ways.  And unlike with Shouta, Kai was kind.  He put her at ease and didn’t aggravate.

“I—uh—brought you something.”

Kai watched her make her way to his desk, taking in the colors of his true form on her.  It was as if she were telling, begging him to claim, cover, and protect her.  Did she even realize what she was doing?  Of course not. He hadn’t told her about different courting rituals, and doubted Aizawa had.  Still, instinct was instinct.  Even if it was subconscious, Teris had picked the purple button up and yellow-gold tank top.

His eyes drifted down to the small knife strapped to her belt.  He hummed in pleasure at the sight of her wearing the first gift he had given her.

“Are you planning on taking that out on patrol today?”

Teris’ eyes followed his to the sheathed weapon at her hip.  “I was.  That is, unless you think it’s a bad idea.”

“I think it’s a splendid idea.  In fact, there’s something else I’d like you to have and wear.”

“Another gift!  Kai!  You’re too generous.”

“The best deserves the best, my dear.”

Teris shivered at the husky drop of his voice.  She had to look away from him, the hunger shining in his amber hues turning her knees to gelatin.

“Will you at least let me to give you this first.” She set the container of cake down before him, knowing that her small offering would never measure up to whatever he gave.

“What’s this?”

“I made Hizashi's favorite dessert to celebrate our first patrol. Seeing as I wouldn’t be going out today if it weren’t for your help and instruction, I wanted to bring you a piece.”  She grimaced slightly at the closed container.

She should have tied a ribbon around it.  Possibly even attached a small note.  But what would she have written that she couldn’t simply just tell him?  I like you?  There was that, but she doubted she would've had the nerve to even pen such a thing.

Kai stared at the container in jubilant awe.  It didn’t matter that it was the other Foundlings favored dessert.  Or that it was made to celebrate her and Yamada Hizashi's first patrol.  It was still a returning gift.  She had accepted his courtship!

He rose from his seat, picking up package and taking Teris’ hand.

“Kai. Wha--”  Teris allowed him to pull her out of the office.

She giggled at his behavior, adding to the happy lightness in Kai’s chest.

Hari heard a woman’s laughter and stopped in a cross hallway, letting them pass. His head turned, watching his Leader with Teris. Was that a smile on the Dragons face?

Kai led her into the kitchen.  Setting down the container, he reluctantly let go of her hand.

Teris watched him pull out a fork and warned.  “I hope you like sweet stuff cause it’s super sugary.  I honestly don’t know how Hizashi managed to eat three pieces and fall asleep hours later.”

Kai paused.  He wasn’t a fan of sweets.  But this was her first gift to him.  He would suffer through.

As soon as he lifted the lid, the sugary smell assaulted his nose.  It made his jaw ache in the same way something terribly sour would. Taking a fortifying breath, he took a bite.

Teris watched, her face going from hopeful to disappointed and finally amused.  “You hate it.”

Kai chewed, struggle to swallow the one small bite.  He licked his lips, the coat of chocolate and cream sticking to his tongue.  “It’s really sweet.”

“I told you.”

As much as he wanted to partake of her gift; this was something that he couldn’t suffer through, even for her.  “I don’t care for sugary sweets.”

“And you took a bite! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you made it.”  Kai said, silently adding, because you gave it to me.  Even if you don’t realize what you’re doing, you’ve accepted my courtship and have given me a courting gift in return.

“Kai. If you don’t like sweet stuff, you should've just told me.”

Kai set down the fork and wiped his mouth, moving to her.  “I like sweet stuff just fine.  I just prefer natural, more complex and tasteful sweets, like you.”

Teris blinked, but quickly recovered.  “Are you calling me complex?”

His hand gripped her waist, pulling her closer.  “Tell me that you’re not.  But know, that like wrong answers, lies will see you punished in the best way I can imagine.”

“And just how imaginative are you?”

Kai smiled.  “For you, Beautiful.  I could be very imaginative.

His head tilted, lips brushing hers.

Teris sighed at the contact.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, hand coming up to cup her cheek and hold her in place should she try to pull away.  But he need not have worried.

Teris’ arms hooked around Kai’s neck, tugging him closer.

Cake completely forgotten, Kai deepened the kiss, mouth opening to nip and suck at her tender lips.  This was the kind of sweetness that he loved.  She tasted perfect.  Better than he could have imagined. Like honey mixed with citrus and strawberries.

His tongue entered her mouth set on exploring every bit of her, but the sound of male voices stopped him.  With a growl Kai pulled away, lifting his head to glare the members of his Ilca that were just now entering the kitchen.

Short as the kiss had been, it had left Teris breathless.  Dazed, she stepped to the side and turned to face three of Kai’s Ilca.

“Boss.” Tengai inclined his head.

Nemoto turned away, trying to exit the kitchen he had just entered.  It was clear that they had disturbed something and the Dragon was displeased.  But Tabe was there, pushing him back in.

“Cake!” Tabe exclaimed, having smelled the sweet from down the hall.

Claws sprung out from Kai’s fingers, his hand turning scaled.  His lashing talons narrowly missed Tabe’s reaching hand.

Tabe jerked his hand back from the dessert.  In a mix of fear and confusion, he looked from Kai’s embedded claws, to his Leader’s cold golden eyes. Kai didn’t like sweets.  Why would he defend a piece of cake?

“Mine.” Kai told, eyes slitting.

Tabe nodded numbly. “So—sorry, Boss.”

“You said you didn’t like sweets.  Could barely eat one bite.”  Teris turned back to Kai, a playful smile on her beautiful face.

Kai’s hand and eyes were back to fully looking human, though he kept his hand on the counter-top, fingers covering the gouge marks his claws had made.  He didn’t want to needless concern Teris about the temper he has just shown.

5.4

As much as Teris had enjoyed the kiss, she had done her best not to give Kai a chance to kiss her again.  She had this whole new world to figure out and find her place in.  She couldn’t get distracted by a romantic relationship.  Not until she at least figured out what she was.  Not to mention that if she returned distracted today, Aizawa would surely notice and order her to stay home.

Kai looked up at the clock.  He hated not getting to spend a full day with Teris.  Hated that she had done her best to keep her distance. What had started out as one of the best days he ever had, had turned somewhat sour at her avoidance.

He understood her reasoning, even if she hadn’t said as much. Going out on patrol while distracted could be dangerous.  Deadly. It was why he hadn’t pushed.  He wanted her sharp, focused, and safe.  But understanding didn’t change how he felt, and he felt disappointed.

The thought of the hell he was going to put his Ilca through during training, brightened his foul mood a fraction.  Looking over to where Teris sat and seeing her in his true forms colors brightened his mood immeasurably more.

He didn’t like her sitting so far away.  It didn’t matter that the space wasn’t more than twenty feet.  It was too far for his liking. He would have to come up with a reason to have her sit with him at his desk.

The thought of her working beside him eased his tense muscles.

“Kai.” Teris got to her feet, setting the book she had been studying on the coffee table.  “I think I should get going.  Shouta wanted me back by noon.”

Kai got to his feet and made his way over to her.  “Be careful.”

“I will.  You trained me well.”

Though acidic bile rose in his throat he forced the words out, knowing it was for Teris’ own good.  “Listen to Aizawa when you’re out there.”

“I will.”

He stepped closer.  Tucking her hair behind an ear, his fingers and inner wrist trailed along her neck, scenting her.  “Are you ready for your gift?”

Her mouth opened.

Kai reached into his pocket.

“Kai. I—You—“

“It’ll keep you safe out there.”  He said, hushing her as he pulled the gift from his pocket.

Teris eyed the purple silk cord and gold charm wondering how a necklace would protect her.

“Bow your head.  Let me put in on.”

Still unsure, she did as he bid.  Surprised at how the charm could feel both light and heavy.

Kai pulled her hair out from the cord, letting the necklace settle around her neck.  “Prefect.”

Teris held the gold charm, examining it.  Her breath caught, realizing what it was.  “It’s… a scale from your true form.”

Kai’s smile grew.  She was so clever.  Constantly proving he had made the right choice in picking her as a companion.  She might not have accepted him as a companion just yet.  But with his scale around her neck, everyone, including Aizawa, would know of his claim on her.

Maybe now the Sphinx would give up and quit scenting what was his, he thought.

“What does it do?”  Teris asked, holding and looking at it.

It marks you as mine, Kai thought.  But he couldn’t tell her that.  Instead he hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her head, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.  “It’ll protect you.  Now go.” Before I lose control and keep you here, kissing you good and proper. “You don’t want to be late.”

Teris stretched up to her tip-toes, kissing Kai on the cheek.  “Thank you.”

Kai watched her go, sure in her safety.  Too bad for him he didn’t take into account the immense hate those that had sided with the griffons still held.  Or the vehement faith some still had in the last remaining member of dragon-kind.

***So this fic will have a LOT more world building than my others.  Please feel free to comment or send me an ask if you have any questions.

Thank you to those who have left hearts. And a special thank you to those who have left comments and/or reblogged. They really mean a lot.

Special thank you to @inorganicone2230 who knows of my love for the mythic and encouraged me to start this fic without stressing about the other two I’ve got going.  Your friendship means the world to me.

[perish-the-creator]

If I Can't Have You

Pairing: Past!Rodorah

Content: Angst and Violence.

Warning: Harm. Swearing. Implied death.

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Rodan shook his head again with the same firmness as before. He backed into his scolding hot cauldron as his eyes never left the being before him. Those eyes looked back him, firey and angry. But at this point, those eyes didn't scare him -though he knew the dangerous stories that hid behind them -and he boldly roared at them with no hesitation.

Leave then! Rodan screeches out. There was no longer any hurt. The sadness that was first planted had long died now. The argument was useless now. Neither side agreeing with the other. Fucking go!

No! Ichi, the center and leader, bites back with a fierce tongue. He didn't like rejection. Not one bit. And this bastard was pushing it. Come with us!

I already told you I can't! Rodan responses with and equally heated tongue.

It's not that you can't! It's that you won't! Kevin, whom Rodan once perceived as the more understanding one, had shouted. His fangs were flashing as a snarl curled on his face.

How had Rodan ever loved them?

They step close, and Rodan tips his beak in the hot magma, slurping some of it before spitting it at the alien. Ghidorah hissed, discomfort coming from the heat.

I said leave!! Rodan screamed out. Go on you fuckers!! Go!!

You will NOT address us like that you scum! Ni, the one Rodan had barely known, ordered out in disgust. Rodan rolled his eyes.

If I'm such scum then why you keep pressing the issue! Leave! Go fly off!! I don't need you! I don't want you! Go!! Rodan hissed, repeating his previous act and spitting out the lava. Again, Ghidorah growled at his assault.

You cocky bitch! Kevin yelled at him. How dare you!?

I don't have to follow your rules anyone dipshit! Godzilla kicked YOUR ass, remember? The humans held YOU captive TWICE. I HAD TO RESCUE YOUR DUMBASS AND LET YOU HEAL!! YOU GET IT BITCH!? YOU'RE NOTHING!! LEAVE THIS PLANET!! YOU ONE'S SCARED OF YOU ANYMORE!! GO!LEAVE! GET OUT OF MY FUCKING FACE!! Rodan shouted with pure anger. The world viewed him as a coward because of this creature. Godzilla sees him only as a bitch, a possible breeder for later on. His respect is no more and it's this dumbass fault. Why did he love him? What drew him to this beast?

Rodan was sent tumbling down the volcano as waves of electricity attacked his body. It was then when he noticed the human machines. They were frantic now, flying crazy and fast. But he'd ignore them as Ghidorah pounced on his body, stomping his form into the ground.

SHUT THE FUCK UP!! Ghidorah, now speaking as one, boom before blasting Rodan again with those deadly rays. YOU ARE MINE!! YOU HAVE YOU DAMN RIGHT TO SA-

Rodan shifts and slices a part of Ghidorah, making the planet destory momentarily loose focus. Rodan wiggled from under him before swooping up high into the cloud.

There was no brawl to be raged. He learned long ago when to choose his battles and this was one that required escape.

His wings violently swooped in the air, climbing for seemingly no reason. Where was he going? He couldn't suffocate the damn thing.

Behind him, the powerful rumble of the storm chased, and he tried to fly harder.

He was grazed by one if the beams and almost lost control, but eased himself. There was no real escape. He knew that, but it wouldn't stop him.

The edge of the storm crept near his feet, teasingly grabbing at his legs. He knew if he was sucked in there was no guarantee he'd ever come out.

His mind was panicked and frantic. He was prey. He was a target of an almost unstoppable force.

Another beam was shot and this time it hit him. It busted his nerves and his wings stiffened. Suddenly, he was falling. Falling further and further and as he looked up he felt his heart beat even faster.

The cloud was over him now, the rain beating on his face as those three sets of angry eyes stared him down. Powerful jaws were open, diving faster and faster in his direction. Beneath him, he felt the moisture of the sea. Perhaps, he thoughts as he tried to flex his wing. The water surface was getting closer, as was Ghidorah.

5....

4...

He positioned himself, eyes never leading the alien.

3...

2...

He gets his wings ready, knowing this was going to hurt a bit.

1....

Just before he hit the water, he turned his body quickly, slamming his wings down and bulleting himself upwards. He fills something pop, but decides to deal with it later.

Behind him, Ghidorah collides with the ocean with a loud sploosh.

Rodan breathes with relief, but it's only for a second.

Ghidorah launches out of the water, another level of anger added to his meter of rage. A monstrous roar, one that made Rodan shiver, eached through the air.

Godzilla please. Mothra. Anyone please help me. Rodan prayed to himself. He's....he's never felt scared before. Sure death has lingered on his mind before but this time it was right in his face. No amount of bowing or apologizing was going to fix this.

Ghidorah was going to kill him.

He flew up high again. He hovered there, panting. Around him clouds towered. And each direction held the haunting rumble of his attacker.

LEAVE ME ALONE!! PLEASE!! PLEASE!! I'M SORRY JUST HAVE MERCY!! Rodan had never cried so loud. He never sounded so weak.

His body jolted when it was forced down into the water at lightening speed. Sharp claws pierced his tough skin and even in the salt liquid he felt it drip. His mouth was full of water and he swallowed some on accident. He felt his body struggle with no results.

He gasped for air before being pushed back in the drink. His lungs were filling up with it now. Blood. Water. Anything really.

YOU UNGRATEFUL SHIT!! Ghidorah shouts, the voices no longer holding their own individual flavor. It was...HE was one now. The shared hatred now directed at the one who "betrayed" them. HOW DARE YOU BEG FOR MERCY NOW?!

He struggled, giving a scream when the claws aggressively removed themselves. He tried then to maybe swim. It was useless but he was desperate.

Kevin grabbed him, sinking his teeth so deep in the fire bird's leg that surely it had become unusable. Rodan roared in pain. The two other heads attached themselves as well.

They lifted his body from the water. Lifting him higher and higher and higher. He couldn't breath. But he didn't try to. There was no use anymore.

When they let him go, for a moment he felt time stop. Like he was frozen up there. He never noticed how beautiful the sun looked from this height. But he fell. And when he landed hard against his own volcano he felt something snap.

He coughed up blood. His vision was foggy. Legs? Useless. Wings? Out of the question. He laid there, belly exposed. The mountain side had small streams of his blood running down it.

This was how he died, huh?

When Ghidorah landed in front of him, he couldn't help but give a broken chuckle.

Because of you, he coughed. Because of you I woke up. Because of you my former companions abandoned me. Because of you no one's coming to help-

Rodan choked on his words as Ghidorah started to step on his throat.

It's your fault I'm doing this. And it was the only time during all this that Rodan got a glimpse at emotions other than anger in those eyes.

Guilt.

Ghidorah steps down harder as Rodan begins to gag. He's coughing up blood and his eyed are leaking tears. There's no more fight in him. He might as well stop struggling.

Then a blue light comes and Ghidorah is knocked off. He hears the powerful roar and gives a small smile. Rodan catches Godzilla look at him, and he still smiles regardless.

He was dying anyway. Why not let the last image him be with a grin?

[yukoolyuriluv]

⚠️⚠️ about sexual assault and abuse⚠️⚠️

This is story about a man I know that went through sexual abuse with a girl he knew in school, before I continue I know people will judge but just know this happens to ANY AND EVERYONE NO MATTER THE AGE, RACE/ETHNICITY, SIZE OR WHATEVER. The state that this occurred is GA the age of consent there is 16 so now that I put this down I will go and continue with his story and why we should be more careful, aware, and fight anyone that falsely accuse.

My friend name is David and he went to a school name Butler in GA where he met this girl name Dasan. When he met her he was 18 going on 19 and she just turned 15. These two were “dating” because of her friend got those two “together” but it wasn’t all roses. So ofc people are already judging because of the age but don’t judge yet. *he told me everything from beginning to end* after they started “dating” she started asking him for sex and he said she would ask for sex once or twice a day and he constantly kept saying no. She also grabbed his penis, get him hard and stroke him, even after him saying no and moving her hand and ofc she wouldn’t stop. He would move away and but she kept going and would even sit on his lap and rub herself on him even with him not liking it at all. She would continue this everyday even after him yelling at her and moving away from her. She would tell him they should ditch and go fuck and he would ofc keep saying no. The more he would say no the more she would continue or get mad and leave. She was always home alone and what has found out about her she has both daddy and abandonment issues and by dealing with this is by her wanting to have sex and her not having that is her being angry and creating lies. I don’t know the month they started “going out” and David doesn’t remember either but they “broke up” in February on the 18th. She continued and when he would push her away she would get pissed off and even walked away. She did this more than enough times the entire time they were together. Understandable he should’ve BEEN LEFT and not dealt with her anymore but everyone learns a lesson here. He even told his friends about all this and one even witnessed her doing the acts that she was doing, why didn’t he stop her? We don’t know but how she was she couldn’t be stopped. She would have him come over because of her being home alone and want him to fuck and when he would decline she would stop talking to him for hours until she felt it was right to talk to him again. Her aunt picked him up and they went back to her house and her dad was also there(let me add David met her dad and she lied to her dad saying David was 18 and her dad didn’t seem to care) those two made dinner together while her dad watched but when her dad and aunt was both in their rooms that’s when things started to happen⚠️the next part is graphic for some people⚠️

⚠️she kept touching him and he kept stopping her and she would rub him, grind on him, say dirty things to him and she was laying down on her couch while having both her hands on his hips and he slipped his finger tip inside her for a few secs until he took it out and sat back, I did ask him what stopped him and he replied saying he knew what he was doing was wrong so he stopped. She laid there for a few mins and got back up to continue touching him and he continued saying no and she got mad and those two stopped talking and her aunt took him back home⚠️ she stopped talking to him for 3 days and after the 3rd day she told him how she felt and he apologized but a week after she went back to touching him and he would still continue to stop her. She went around to her friends saying he held her down and put a hand over her mouth while she was kicking and screaming but the thing is her dad and aunt was there but she never told anyone that

This her best friend Jennifer Zimmerman and I told her saying that her friend side won’t be good when it comes up that she lied. David bought her a bear for Valentine’s Day

She still has this bear til this very day but the question is...if he traumatized you and held you down then why would you accept his gift?? Ofc she didn’t get him anything and asked him for sex for Valentine’s Day and ofc he said no and she stopped talking to him. If you know narcissists so well you’ll know the “silent treatment” is their way of getting to you. I came in to fish out more info about her and she exposed herself so well all by herself on IG(I’m going to posts her posts that she deleted and a convo she had with my friend and also about her dad)

She admits that she hurts those that are interested in her as you can see in the 3rd screenshot

She said she got away from him for her own safety but if you’re doing that then why would you hug him? Keep talking to him? Continue to eat lunch with him? And yes after their break up she attempted to sit on his lap and before she did he pushed her and those two continued to talk but not as much and continued to eat lunch together *thats why I told him y’all don’t sound believable no matter what*

Before he deleted his IG back in 2018 those two still talked to one another and when I asked about her when it came to the milk dropping she said “it was on accident and even helped him clean up” in which he said was a lie. I asked her best friend why did she keep the bear?, it’s a reminder of him and she replied back”everyone said it’s a reminder of him but she doesn’t see it that way, it’s cute which she likes”. David did tell me that she would start the convo off sexual and he would reply with “imagine if I was there”, she wouldn’t reply and came to find out that she screenshot them and sent it to her friend. Jennifer also told me that she told a lot of people about this incident and a girl went to his dms calling him a pedophile and rapist and I told Jennifer about it and her friend “apologized” to us because they didn’t want this to happen. If you ask Jennifer about this she wouldn’t want to talk about it, trust I tried at the time.

She even said that she was going to handle “some business” with David but he told me all she did was walk pass him

She would post the convos about me and her friend that goes by TK but not with my friend that I posted up there.

This girl has been going around with the same lies ever since and won’t admit that she lied and if you try to attack her should stand her ground and then block you. She knows that she ruined his reputation and image over a lie and over something that she done to him but she won’t admit that. I told her best friend about her cheating about them hugging but she didn’t seem to care about them hugging but only about her friend cheating?? Her name is Dasan Wright and she’s been falsely accusing my friend til this very day with no stopping and if you attack her she won’t do much but have her friends handle it for her. She can’t destroy me because she doesn’t have much on me but convos of me and TK(where it’s the most cringiest because I was trying not to say more hurtful stuff and also me saying my parents are bloods and crips😂😂😂) and also me not believing in her lies. But the question is..if he did this then why continue talking about him? You said he traumatized you but want him to keep quiet? She only wants you to hear her story but once you start asking questions she blocks you.

I stand with BOTH men and women. A lot of men don’t believe that men can’t get raped and a lot of women believes “NO MEANS NO” only occurs for women but ofc THATS NOT TRUE! That’s why a lot of men don’t tell their stories, don’t come out saying anything because they know they’ll be shamed and laughed at and I told David that you’re victim no matter what they’ll say and no matter how many times she would continue the lies, YOURE A VICTIM! Yes BOTH YALL DUMB AS HELL but that doesn’t mean you should of been assaulted!!

I’m not ruining no one, I’m just telling his side and adding my parts to it because we’re supposed to be silenced but I don’t believe in that. She’s bringing her plastic toys I’m bringing in actual evidence. Ofc why should this matter to me if I was staying in Cali and they was in GA..I’ll say because I’m tired of hearing these lies but I should’ve stayed in my place and which I do regret..this is his story and not mines. Hate him or not but he was still assaulted

[traveller-lover-dreamer]

A Web of Minds, Pt 2

Teaser || Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five | Part six | Part seven

Summary: He climbs walls and protects the neighborhood. She reads minds and feels people’s emotions. What’s going to happen when their worlds collide?

Pairing: Peter Parker X Fem!Telepath!Reader

Word count: 4.8k 

Warnings: Mention of explosions and fire, of a building collapsing and of her father and the circumstances around his death (not much really)

A/N: Don’t forget to tune in every Thursday night on 8 PM east coast to make sure you don’t miss an update!

“I know you can do this”, Pepper reiterated for the third time this day.

It was Wednesday and Y/n was tired. A lot too tired to train or rather fight with Pepper. Pepper had it naturally, Y/n didn’t. But since she couldn’t rely on her abilities to protect her, she had to learn how to fight.

If she was being honest, she preferred training with Tony. Tony let her use some cool gadgets. But with Pepper, the only thing she had was a stick and her fists.

“People at school are gonna ask questions if I show up with bruises tomorrow morning”, she groaned.

Pepper chuckled. “Then try and block each of my blows.”

She hit Y/n twice, the girl blocking the second blow at the last minute. Third one hit her in the calf as Pepper had circled around her. Y/n winced as her leg gave out under her and she fell on one knee.

“Always keep your bow up and your eyes on your opponent”, Pepper said. “And don’t be afraid to move on your feet. You want to keep your opponent in front of you at all time.”

Y/n got up and tried to hit Pepper. She just jumped on the side and hit Y/n on her forearm.

“Fuck”, Y/n winced.

“Hey, language”, Pepper scolded.

Y/n didn’t say anything as she followed Pepper’s movements.

“Don’t be afraid to use both sides of the bow”, Pepper added. “Like this.”

And suddenly she plunged forward and Y/n tried to follow the movements of the bow but it was too fast. Instinctively, she blocked but Pepper hit hard and Y/n felt pain shooting up her arms from the impact of Pepper’s bow on hers.

“Good job”, Pepper said when she finished her attack. “I wasn’t expecting you to block everything. You’re getting better.”

I hope I’m getting better, Y/n thought. She had been training for months now, she had started right before the end of the last school year.

“Wanna take a break?” Pepper suggested. “You seem exhausted.”

“I’m dead inside, it ain’t the same thing”, Y/n joked but Pepper sent her a disapproving look. “Yes, a break would be appreciated.”

They walked to the side of the gym where they put down their bows. Pepper grabbed a water bottle and gave Y/n’s hers. Y/n gladly took a sip of the water and then grabbed a cloth to wipe the sweat on her brow.

“So, how’s this new school?” Pepper asked.

Y/n smiled. “Great. I’ve made some friends and they’re really great.”

“You can already tell that after only three days?” Pepper enquired.

“Yup”, Y/n nodded. “They’ve got that trust coming from them. You know, I just feel it.”

Pepper’s brows furrowed. “Cause of your ability?”

“Yeah. But there’s something weird with one of them”, Y/n admitted. “It’s like he’s hiding something.”

“And who’s that ‘he’?” Pepper asked before taking a sip from her water battle.

“Peter”, Y/n said. “Peter Parker.”

Pepper choked on the water and coughed for a moment.

“Are you okay?” Y/n enquired.

She could tell that Pepper was lying the minute she started talking. “Yeah, yeah, just choked on my water.”

It was suspicious that she’d choked at the exact moment Y/n had said Peter’s name but Y/n shrugged it off. If she could control her ability she would be able to know what Pepper was hiding but she couldn’t. Not yet.

Yes, she had been able to see in Rhodes’s mind on Monday. But she was used to training with Rhodes, it was only normal that it had gotten easier. She had never trained like that with Pepper, Pepper’s mind was unreachable.

Well, maybe not unreachable but difficult to reach. Y/n hoped that she one day would be able to get in anyone’s mind without too much of a difficulty because she hated being lied to. And she knew lots of people were lying to her. She’d known ever since the accident. Even though she couldn’t control her ability, Y/n could tell if someone was lying.

“What makes you think he’s hiding something?” Pepper asked out of the blue.

“Peter?” Pepper nodded. “I don’t know, he’s got that vibe around him.” Y/n paused to think about it. Ever since the beginning of the week, she had felt like Peter was hiding something. First, he never really talked when she was there and he always avoided her gaze. He also seemed to always disappear right after school and Ned had mentioned a Stark’s internship. Which was weird since Y/n spent most of her evenings at the Avenger facility and she had never seen Peter. “One of his friends said he’s got an internship with Mr. Stark but I’ve never seen him over here.”

“Mmmh, Tony gives lots of scholarships”, Pepper said. “Maybe that’s what his friend was talking about?”

For moment, Y/n doubted what she had heard but she shook her head. No. She had heard it right. “Ned precisely said internship and that I’ll get used to it”, Y/n reaffirmed. “So Peter’s hiding something because Mr. Stark never ever mentioned him before.”

“I don’t know, you should ask him.”

Again, the lie. Something really was up with Peter.

“Should we get back to business?” Pepper asked and Y/n was now convinced Peter was really hiding something.

“Mmmh okay, yeah”, the girl accepted, deciding to just let it go for this time.

After all, she was going to train with Tony tomorrow, she could always confront him about it. Although, she knew what Tony was going to say. He was going to tell her that she’d have to read his mind if she’d want to know, or to read Peter’s mind.

That’s what Tony did. He always wanted her to be better. Rhodes had probably told him about how she had been able to read his mind on Monday and she knew Tony was not going to tell her good job. Not until she could fully control her ability.

Tony was supportive, don’t get me wrong, but he knew she could do better and he wasn’t afraid to tell her. Or maybe she just wanted to prove him that she could do better. That probably was more like it. Ever since she had gotten her ability, Y/n had wanted to prove to everyone that she could do better, that she could also save the day. Because she knew if she had had her ability before the accident, before that night she couldn’t even think about without getting this feeling of drowning, she knew she would have saved her father. And she never wanted to be as helpless as she had been that night.

“Do you want to try something new?” Pepper asked. “Something we’ve never done before?”

Y/n looked at her curiously.

“Try to guess my next move”, Pepper said. “Let go of your walls and try to get into my head. That’s something I’m pretty sure you can do.”

“I can’t do that”, Y/n refused. “I barely was able to get in Rhodes’s head. And I mean we’ve been working on that same memory for ages.”

“But you did get in”, Pepper said. “We need to train you with another mind. You’re getting too comfortable with Rhodes.”

Y/n sighed deeply. “I’m not getting out of this, am I?”

Pepper smirked. “No, you aren’t.”

Y/n sighed again before closing her eyes and throwing her walls to the ground. She was hit with a wave of feelings and images. Luckily for her, she was alone with Pepper in the gym.

She took a deep breath and then searched for Pepper’s mind. There was nothing. Y/n opened her eyes and noticed Pepper was almost on her. She stepped back, putting her bow between the woman and her.

“This is unfair, my eyes were closed”, Y/n groaned when Pepper hit her bow with all the strength she had.

“Once you’ll get good enough, you’ll be able to fight in pitch black as easily as I do in day light”, Pepper affirmed. “Just take a deep breath, my thoughts have never been this loud.”

“You could be screaming in your head all I get is a vague sense of amusement”, Y/n admitted.

“Well that’s something”, Pepper smiled.

Something in Pepper’s smile made Y/n’s blood boil. This was unfair.

Pepper moved around Y/n, circling her, and Y/n tried to figure when Pepper was about to hit. Nothing came and she barely was able to block Pepper’s blow. But when she blocked it, there was a flash in her mind: some fire, an explosion in the distance and some white. A white dress.

Pepper hit her again and this time Y/n didn’t block. Her feet gave out under her and she fell to the ground, her mind snapping back into her own body.

She shut her mind off as she struggled to her feet.

“You distracted me”, Y/n mumbled as Pepper gave her her bow.

“What do you mean?” Pepper enquired.

“I saw your wedding dress”, Y/n explained. “And an explosion and some fire.”

“Some of my strongest memories then”, Pepper said. “That makes sense.”

“What?”

“It would make sense that you only see people’s strongest memories or feel their strongest emotions”, Pepper explained. “Since you aren’t able to control it yet. But it’s a good start.”

Y/n smiled. “So your dress is your best memory?”

A beautiful smile graced Pepper’s lips. “Definitely.”

Somehow that warmed Y/n’s heart and almost made her forget about the explosion and the pain that had come with it.

Everybody had bad memories and the cons of training with people who had had to fight for their life was that most of the memories or bits of memories or whatever you’d call it were bad. Real bad.

But something wonderful about them was that there was a beautiful memory too, stronger and it made Y/n realize that life was all about a balance. For everything bad, there was also something good, something beautiful that compensated the bad.

“Do you feel good enough to continue?” Pepper asked, a little worry laced in her tone.

Unlike Monday, Y/n didn’t have a headache this time. Her mind was still crystal clear and she indeed felt good enough to continue.

“Depends of my mom, at what time is she off?” Y/n asked.

Pepper chuckled. “You know your mother is off whenever she wants to.”

Y/n’s mom had been working for Pepper for a couple of years. She was Pepper’s personal assistant, something between her secretary or the one doing Pepper’s job when Pepper wasn’t available. Which didn’t happen a lot so the two women often worked together. Y/n’s mother had gotten the job years ago, when her father was still alive and worked with Stark.

“I can continue”, Y/n affirmed.

She lowered her mental walls again and this time she didn’t let Pepper’s memories get to her head. Unfortunately, it’s all she was able to see and her head started to slightly ache so she figured it was better to stop. Pepper agreed and Y/n left the gym to find her mother already waiting for her outside.

“You’ve been standing there a long time?” Y/n asked.

“Not too long”, she replied. “You’ve gotten better.”

Y/n chuckled. “Pepper’s a great teacher.”

“Yeah, but you’re a good student”, her mother said. “I never was able to learn and Pepper just gave up.”

“I’m sure you weren’t that bad”, Y/n reassured her mother.

“Oh, no, she was”, Pepper interjected.

The three of them laughed as they made their way through the facility, towards the parking. They parted ways there and Y/n and her mother got into her mother’s car. The ride home was spent in silence as Y/n let her head rest against the glass of the window. She dozed off at some point and only woke up when her mother parked the car next to their apartment complex.

“Real tired uh?” her mother chuckled.

“Training with Pepper is always tiring”, Y/n mumbled.

They got out of the car and walked up the steps to their apartment. While Y/n’s mother headed for the kitchen to cook dinner, Y/n headed to her room to do her homework. Well, try to do her work.

Her thoughts kept going back to Pepper’s reaction to her saying Peter’s name. She would have killed to know what Pepper was thinking but even when she had seen some of her memories she hadn’t seen anything about Peter. But as Pepper had said, she probably could only see people’s strongest memories for the moment so it made sense that she hadn’t seen anything so precise.

Y/n sat at her desk and opened her notebook but she couldn’t get Peter out of her mind. He was hiding something and it seemed Pepper had an idea about it. Maybe not idea but she had to know who Peter was or else she wouldn’t have reacted like that.

Y/n figured she should talk to Tony. She was going to train with him tomorrow, if he didn’t cancel like he did last week. He out of everyone was the better placed to tell her something. Apart from Peter of course but Peter wasn’t talking to her enough for her to just walk up to him and ask him about his internship. Although, if Tony’s answer wasn’t satisfying, Y/n wouldn’t hesitate to do it.

Or she would. She wasn’t that shy of a person, but she could tell Peter was and if she wanted to be friends with him, she didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable around her. So she decided that she was going to play it cool.

The next morning Y/n was disappointed to see that it was raining cats and dogs. Her mother had had to leave for work around six, which meant she didn’t have a lift to school and would need to walk alone in the rain.

As usual, Y/n took a cold shower to wake herself up and then she made herself some toasts as she went through her Instagram feed. MJ posted all of her drawings on Instagram (except the ones of people in crisis which were the best if Y/n was honest) and she had posted a skyline of New York City. Y/n liked the picture and moved on to a picture Ned had posted of the Death Star he had built with Peter for what seemed to be the thousandth time (if MJ wasn’t exaggerating and she didn’t seem to be).

Once Y/n was finally done eating breakfast, she brushed her teeth and quickly braided her hair before walking out in the rain. The cold ass rain. She grit her teeth and she hated herself for not thinking about an umbrella but it was already too late and the school wasn’t a long way from home. So she lowered her head and started walking faster, echoing the pace of mostly everyone in NYC.

Her walls were thick around her mind, so thick she didn’t notice someone approaching her.

“Good morning”, Peter said a little too loud and Y/n jumped.

“Oh fuck”, Y/n yelped. “I didn’t see you coming.”

Peter chuckled. “Oh sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He had an umbrella so he put it over Y/n’s head. “You should have brought an umbrella.”

“Oh Christ I never would have guessed, thanks for pointing that out”, Y/n said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Always there to help my friends”, Peter laughed and Y/n nudged him on the shoulder.

There was a moment of silence as they walked and Y/n suddenly was very aware that Peter’s shoulder was touching hers as they walked and her breathing hitched in her throat. She turned her head to get a look at his face and noticed he had a bruise on his cheek.

“Hey, what’s that you’ve got there?” she enquired.

Peter grazed his finger on his cheek, barely touching it. “Oh that? That’s nothing.”

A lie. He was lying and Y/n knew it.

“Seems more than nothing”, Y/n stated as her mind went miles an hour to figure out what this could mean.

Was he staying in an abusive household? Nah, Y/n remembered Ned talking about Aunt May and that woman seemed to be the sweetest person in the whole world.

“I swear, don’t worry about it”, Peter reaffirmed. He sent her a small smile. “So, it seems we live in the same apartment building.”

Y/n hated the change of subject but she didn’t have the choice to roll with it. After all, it was the first time she really got to speak to Peter alone and it was also the first time he wasn’t acting so shy around her.

“It seems”, she smiled. “I’m living there with my mother, we’ve moved recently actually.”

“Oh you did? From where?” he asked.

“Brooklyn.”

Peter nodded slightly. “You’ve got to say that Queens’s better though.”

He had a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips but his attention remained on the back of the head of the person walking in front of them.

“Mmmmh not quite sure about that, Pete”, Y/n laughed. She realized right after having said it that she had shortened Peter’s name. “Uh Peter.”

Her cheeks started to burn and she wondered if their colour was the same as Peter’s.

“You can call me Pete, I don’t mind”, Peter said and his cheeks turned a darker shade of red.

Y/n took a deep breath as she tried to slow down the rhythm of her heart. What was going on? Why was Peter making her feel like that right now?

“Okay, Pete”, she smiled and felt the heat radiating from her face.

But it felt good calling him Pete. They walked in silence for a moment and each time Peter’s shoulder brushed against hers Y/n’s heart did a flip in her chest. And she hated it. She had never been one to have a crush on someone and here she was crushing on Peter. If one could call that crushing. Actually she had no idea what crushing on someone was like.

“So, ready for movie night tomorrow”, Peter asked and he glanced at her before resuming his attention in front of him.

“Yeah, yeah I am”, Y/n said. “Although, according to what MJ said, your movie nights are a mess.”

Peter chuckled. “We could say that, yeah. But it’s fun.”

A smile graced Y/n’s lips and Peter swore his heart had never missed a beat like that. Yes, he had fought his count of bad guys, yes, he had crushed on Liz for almost a year, but this was different. Ever since he had seen her on Monday, his thoughts had kept going back to her. There was something about her that made her stand out in a crowd. It’s not that she was pretty even though, yes she definitely was, it was more a vibe that she had. Like she was different. She was giving a mysterious vibe, like she was hiding something. Or maybe not hiding something, but there definitely was something about her that he quite liked.

He felt stupid. A week ago he had went to Delmar’s with MJ and he had sworn it was the best day of his life. Not that there was something between MJ and him. Was there something? Would he want there to be something?

Peter took a deep breath and tried to solely concentrate on the world around him. He didn’t have to start stressing over something like that, especially not when he was walking with Y/n.

“Can’t wait to see”, Y/n finally said.

They were almost at school and Y/n figured it was now or never. If she wanted to ask him about his internship there was no better time. Especially since he was so opened to talk to her right now.

“Hey”, she gently said as the school appeared in front of them. “Ned mentioned something the other day and I was wondering what he was talking about.”

The rhythm of Peter’s heart doubled up and he took a deep breath to calm down. “Mmh yeah, what did he say?”

“He said you had a Stark internship or something?” Y/n said. “Was wondering what that was about.”

Peter’s eyes widened as he searched for something to say. But he didn’t find anything for a whole ten seconds, long enough for Y/n to know that there was something suspicious in all of that.

“Uh yeah so I got it uh a year ago”, Peter finally said. “Won it because of my outstanding grades or something.”

“It’s funny cause my mom works for Miss Potts and I spend lots of time at the facility just out of town and I haven’t seen you around.”

Peter’s mind went blank. What was he supposed to say to that?

Y/n knew she was onto something but what? What was Peter hiding?

“Oh actually I usually go to Stark’s labs at uh at the tower downtown?” Peter lied.

He hated lying. He was bad at lying but what was he supposed to tell her?

“I’ve been there too, still haven’t seen you?” Y/n asked. “And Mr. Stark sold the tower in June, didn’t he?”

She didn’t know how far she could go without Peter asking questions and she hoped she hadn’t gone too far.

Now Peter didn’t know what to say. At all.

“Hey, good morning lads”, Ned said from behind them.

Peter sighed in relief.

“Morning”, Y/n said.

She cursed Ned mentally but smiled nonetheless. She would have to talk to Peter another time and she didn’t know when she would get the chance to talk to him alone again. Maybe she could walk with him again tomorrow? She’d have to find an excuse for her mother who usually insisted to drive her to school when she could.

When they finally walked in, Peter stepped a little farther away from Y/n and their shoulders stopped touching. Y/n missed the contact the moment it was gone but she tried to ignore it.

Peter and Ned were talking about something she didn’t quite understand and instead of staying and listening to their conversation, which probably would have only been weird, Y/n decided to look for MJ.

In Midtown, the buzzing in Y/n’s head always seemed to be worse. She didn’t know if it was because of the number of people there was in here or rather the fact that they were all teens, but the buzzing was loud and she hated it.

She tried to make her walls thicker, imagining a wall of bricks getting thicker around her mind, and it seemed to work for a while, but only if she truly focused on that and that only. So she let it go and just stopped paying attention to the buzzing.

She found MJ at her locker where she was reading a book. That girl always seemed to either be reading or drawing and it was somehow comforting.

“Hey there”, Y/n said and MJ smiled. “The drawing you put on Insta last night was really great.”

“Thanks!” MJ closed her book and put it in her locker. “I’ve been working on it for a whole week. It isn’t my usual type of drawing but it turned out fine I guess.”

“Fine? It was awesome, I swear.”

MJ chuckled. “Hey, I’ve been reading this book on Joan of Arc and she was such a bad ass.”

“Oh I know, she rocked”, Y/n said.

MJ laughed as they continued talking about Joan of Arc. The conversation was easy for the two and it was something MJ found unexpected. She didn’t usually have long conversations with people, they mostly didn’t really pay attention to her. But ever since Y/n had started school on Monday, MJ had realized that not all girls were bitches who thought they were too good to talk to her.

Well, not all girls had been this way. The girls on the decathlon team weren’t like that but ever since Liz had left for Oregon things had been different. But it was okay because MJ had Peter and Ned. And now she had Y/n and it was more than enough people to keep her happy.

The bell rang and another day at Midtown started, a day just like the rest of the week, with the only difference being that Y/n couldn’t stop thinking about Peter. When she sat at their usual places in the cafeteria, Y/n was hit with flashes of a building collapsing and she stopped breathing for a moment.

She didn’t know where it was coming from but it was strong. She looked around her but she was sat alone and she couldn’t tell who was the source of it. But it wasn’t the first time that she was hit with that same memory and it was the strongest thing she had ever seen. I mean, she barely was able to grasp Pepper and Rhodes’s memories but whoever had had a building crashing over them was deeply scarred.

MJ was the first to sit next to Y/n, followed by Ned but Peter was nowhere to be seen.

“I can’t wait till Christmas”, Ned said. “This school year is so long.”

“We’re barely halfway through November”, MJ laughed.

“You know, it’s still the longest school year ever”, Ned insisted. “2018’s been the weirdest year ever.”

MJ nodded but stayed silent and Y/n didn’t know what to say so she focused on her food. The three of them fell in a comfortable silence and Y/n couldn’t stop looking at the empty place in front of her. Peter’s place.

“Hey Ned, where’s Peter?” she eventually asked.

Ned raised his head, an alarmed look on his face. “He threw up and had to go home.”

Y/n furrowed her brows. “He seemed just fine this morning.”

Ned was lying. He was clearly lying and Y/n knew it was about the internship. Or rather what the internship actually was, but she didn’t dare to ask. She didn’t want her friends to think that she was weird. Not after what happened at her old school.

“Oh well, he threw up between first class and second class so…” Ned trailed off.

“Hope he’s going to be fine”, Y/n said as a way of dropping the conversation.

She resumed her attention on her empty plate before taking a book from her backpack.

“Game of Thrones?” MJ said. “I didn’t think you were one to read Game of Thrones.”

“Jon Snow is me in another life”, Y/n smirked and MJ chuckled.

“I would have thought you were more of a Margaery”, Ned interjected.

“Uh, Margaery’s dead and I’m not, therefore, I’m no Margaery.”

“That’s the fourth book, Margaery’s still alive in the fourth book”, Ned stated.

“Fair enough”, Y/n laughed. “But why Margaery?”

Y/n noticed Ned’s cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Uhhhh, Nathalie Dormer’s pretty.”

MJ chuckled. “Are you serious? You can’t flirt even if your life depends on it, Ned.”

Ned shook his head. “Me? Flirting? I ain’t flirting, MJ, I’m just saying the truth.”

“Thanks, Ned, but I think you’ve dug your hole already, ain’t no trying to escape it”, Y/n joked.

MJ burst out laughing and the two girls high-fived as Ned pretended to be hurt.

“I was trying to compliment you but I’m taking a note not to do that ever again”, he said as he laughed too.

“Wasn’t there something between you and Betty?” MJ asked.

Now to say Ned turned red was an understatement. “Betty? Uh I… I… I don’t know, uh…”

The two girls laughed again at Ned’s embarrassment.

“Who’s Betty?” Y/n enquired, a smirk on her lips.

“Blonde girl two tables on our left”, MJ replied, her own little smirk forming on her lips.

“She’s beautiful”, Y/n stated. “She’s clearly a Daenerys.”

Now a soft smile tugged at the corner of Ned’s lips. “Yeah, she definitely is.”

“Homeboy is hooked”, Y/n smirked.

Ned chuckled lightly. “Oops.”

This was all so natural Y/n felt as if she had been friends with them forever. Even though Peter wasn’t there, she felt at ease with Ned and MJ and she wished things could stay like that forever.

But things had been great at her old school. She had made friends but then… She stopped her train of thoughts. No, she wasn’t going to think about that, not when she was having fun with her two friends.

But something was missing, and that something was Peter. Where was he and what was he doing? The boy seemed to be surrounded in a cloud of questions that only got thicker as the days went by and Y/n liked it a little too much. That boy’s going to be the end of me.

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Ballsy

An idea from @starfruitspice about Rhys and Vasquez being in a meeting with Handsome Jack, only for there to be no seat for Rhys. So he plops his butt right down in Jack’s lap instead xD

Also on my ao3 here. :) My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here. 

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It had been one year, sixteen days, three hours, and forty-seven minutes since Rhys had first met Handsome Jack in the flesh.

Four months, eighteen days, and forty-five minutes after that first meeting, Jack had asked Rhys out to dinner.

And last night, laying underneath Jack after sating their need, Rhys laughed and brushed sweat-damp hair from his face, stress relieved and worries comforted as Jack patted his ass and told him he’d take care of everything.

There was a meeting tomorrow for his department heads, and it wasn’t good.

He’d been pulling a lot of late nights to handle the excess problems that had been piled upon him by middle-management, or specifically, his arch-nemesis Vasquez. Work that had been necessary-- high-priority even- and neglected by those who should have delegated the issues better.

Jack was… Well, livid didn’t quite cut it, but he was definitely upset by the vulnerabilities that Helios had had for far longer than they should have. Stuff that could have easily been exploited by anyone with a decent set of hacking skills and the time to do so.

Luckily, no such thing had happened as of yet, and Helios was still flying high in the sky, safe and sound as Rhys worked himself ragged trying to apply the equivalent of a bandaid to patch the gaping holes in basic security.

It was far more than one man could do alone, and much too late. And to make matters worse, he was given an impossible deadline with the caveat that should he not finish in time, it would be on his head.

Basically, Vasquez was taking advantage of his higher position and trying to-- at the very least- get Rhys fired… possibly from a cannon.

The bastard had taken the position that should have been Rhys’ several months back, due to a few coincidences and plain-out ill-timing, and not only was the bearded man incompetent, but apparently he could hold a pretty solid grudge as well, even if he’d gotten what he wanted.

Vasquez had been baiting Rhys for weeks, trying to set him up for failure only for the other man to already head him off with upper management. But this, though… This was gross incompetence at its finest.

Rhys had maybe had a little undignified breakdown on his comm with Jack, the older man asking where he was when he missed their movie date, and Rhys was still at the office far later than anyone who valued their sanity and sleep should have been. And that’s when everything had come to a head, and he rambled about deadlines and grudges and wanting to perform well, and Jack had told him to leave it all and meet him at his penthouse.

One enthusiastic round of sex later, and the younger man was feeling way better about things.

“Why don’t you just let me handle that douchebag, babe?” Jack said as he kissed about the younger man’s neck, getting pleased little huffs from Rhys.

“I told you from the start that I didn’t want special treatment,” Rhys said as he looked over his shoulder, meeting the arched eyebrow on Jack’s face. The older man’s unimpressed expression made him chuckle. “I want to get ahead by my skills, not my connections, Jack.”

“Yeah, I’ve got a few connections for ya right here,” Jack laughed, pressing his hips into Rhys’ ass and making the younger man chuckle. It was too soon to go again, but didn’t mean Jack couldn’t make jokes or rub his soft cock against him. “...maybe in like ten minutes.”

“Just ten? That’s a little ambitious.”

“You little shit,” Jack said fondly, turning him over to kiss him properly. After he had the younger man sighing and humming in his throat, Jack broke to look down at him again. “Seriously though, kitten. Old wallethead has been begging to be taken down a peg or five. I thought you said that office should be yours.”

“Well, yeah…”

“Rhysie…” Jack sort of chuckled, though it was ill-spirited. “When they stop playing fair, you stop playing fair.” That got a smirk out of the younger man at least, and Jack grinned. “Want me to feed him to the lab animals in R&D?”

The idea made a smile play about Rhys’ lips. “No, maybe not that.”

“I can make an accident happen,” the older man proposed with a wicked grin. “Something involving life support systems… but more fun.”

The idea made Rhys chuckle, tempting as it was. But his ego wouldn’t allow for something so simple. “I don’t want to take the position the same way he did, Jack.”

“Aw, baby, you want the peons who work for you to trust you? Love you?” That got a roll of the eyes and a huff from the younger man. But Jack wasn’t deterred. “We could always go public, buttercup. No one would think twice about crossing you if they know you’re with me. Not to mention all the mid-day office sex we could be having.”

Rhys snorted. “More than we already have now?”

“Hey now cupcake, it’s been, like, weeks since I last bent you over a desk.”

“Well I’ve been busy cleaning up that security issue.”

“And I told you I can make it all right. Vent the idiot that’s pushed this all on you and give you his office. I could even do it right now. Whaddya say, Rhysie?”

The temptation was real, but it was important to the younger man he accomplish this on his own.

He’d never said it aloud, and he didn’t think Jack didn’t know, but the older man was still his hero. Even if they were fucking, and spending quality time together-- and Rhys had gotten to know the man behind the image- he still looked up to Jack; still wanted to be like him. Jack had taken what he wanted, yes, but he’d fended off Dahl on his own. He’d proven his skill and worth to the company, not only to take the position he had now, but to keep it. And regardless of how much Jack told him his worth, he needed to prove it to himself through his own trial of obstacles.

Vasquez was his Dahl; he needed to know he could achieve things through his own means. It was harder than employing dirty tricks, yeah, but much more satisfying.

“That’s really sweet, Jack.” Rhys’ voice was soft, touched by the sentiments. But no, he still didn’t want to ride the CEO’s coattails. “But I just-- I want to know I’m good enough.”

“Aw baby, you’re definitely good enough. Just ask my dick.”

“Jack.”

The stern tone warned the older man against pushing his luck, and though it was frustrating, he got it. “Fine, have it your way. Keep up all this unnecessary secrecy bullshit and make it all harder. Not including my--”

“Finish that sentence and I’m going to sleep.”

“My uh, my work productivity,” Jack amended playfully. He dropped the subject all together at the smile and roll of eyes that garnered him, and instead decided to kiss the frown from the younger man’s face. “What do you say to round two, pumpkin?”

“I’d say, has it really been ten minutes?”

Jack couldn’t help the ugly snort of laughter that left him, muttering about how he could get his dick up just fine, and he’d make the younger man regret his words.

And at the very least, it did help to make Rhys feel better. He slept more soundly that night than all the weeks previous, not knowing more problems awaited him tomorrow.

--

“Theeeeere you are, cupcake. Finally chose to grace us with your presence, huh?”

Jack’s booming voice made Rhys inwardly roll his eyes as he finally made it to the CEO’s office.

Rhys hadn’t been told he was going to be a part of this meeting, and the smirk on Vasquez’ face told him it was every bit as intentional as he suspected.

Apparently, everyone in the department knew about the personnel change except for Rhys. Upper-management were busy scrambling against a minor data hack that required their attentions and clearance, and Rhys was stuck on the roster in their place with Vasquez. Over three hours ago.

Part of him wondered why Jack hadn’t messaged him about this some time in the past hour, and the other part wondered if the CEO had even known about the change. Certainly he would have said something; let Rhys know about the brewing storm since it was, after all, his decision to keep their relationship a secret, and he’d be in the man’s office as an employee, not his lover.

Then again, judging by the shit-eating grin on Vasquez’ face, this was yet another attempt on his job, and Jack was probably just as surprised as Rhys.

The glare Rhys shot Vasquez was nothing short of venomous as he strode into the office, the click of his heeled boots echoing off the marble floors while Jack’s grin only grew.

“We’ve been having a nice long conversation about you, kitten. A nice, involved conversation,” Jack told him as the younger man brought up to stand before Jack’s desk, somewhere near Vasquez.

“Is that so?” Rhys said quietly, shooting a look at Vasquez’ smug face as the bearded man looked far too pleased for someone responsible for leaving Helios and Hyperion open to attack.

“You’re over an hour late, Rhys,” Vasquez self-important voice drawled, a look in his eyes that was giddy with anticipation as he more or less threw his underling under the bus. He turned back to face the CEO, a look that seemed to say ‘see what I mean?’ on his face. “His work ethic is usually better than this, sir. Though I wish I could say the incompetence is new.”

Rhys could feel his face heat with fury. This was more than laziness, more than plain old competition and a grudge. Vasquez was actively trying to get him killed here. And had he not been secure in his relationship with Jack, he might’ve been scared he would’ve.

But no, Jack knew what was happening. He knew the situation. And furthermore, he knew that Rhys wanted to handle this on his own. It was the only reason the older man hadn’t sent this dirtbag down the corpse hatch his chair was halfway hovering over.

“Rude, too,” Jack added to Vasquez with a smirk aimed at Rhys. “Been in this meeting a full five minutes and still standing. Have a seat, buttercup.”

Rhys minorly frowned in confusion, wondering what Jack was up to and where he intended for Rhys to go.

There was only the one chair in front of Jack’s desk, clearly taken from a set further to the right where a couch and matching chair were set up as a kind of inner-office lounge. There were normally no chairs in front of the CEO’s desk, this he knew well. Did Jack want him to fetch his own? No, more likely he was trying to push Rhys into taking Vasquez’ seat, if not testing him to see if he’d sit on the floor. Or maybe kill the man right there in what would have been a poetic homage to Jack’s own snatch of power.

Well, Rhys chose to do none of those things, but he did choose his plan of action.

The surprise on Vasquez’ face quickly turned to cold panic as Rhys approached the CEO’s own desk, a look of surprised confusion on Jack’s face before he realized what it was the younger man intended to do. Jack leaned back in his chair, barely able to keep the smirk from his face as Rhys rounded the desk only to plop himself right in the CEO’s lap.

Jack wasn’t ashamed to admit the little demonstration gave him a boner right there and then, because the sheer brass balls on Rhys to make such a power move in front of his boss impressed the shit out of the CEO. He didn’t know what kind of game this was, or how the younger man wanted to play it, but boy was he ever game.

Jack huffed a little laugh, placing a hand on Rhys’ thigh as the younger man met his eyes before turning his gaze away. Never before was the temptation to fuck the younger man over a desk so alluring-- present company an audience or not- but Jack pushed the impulse back, turning his own smirking grin on the pallor of the bearded man sat down before them.

“And here I thought you said he wasn’t a team player,” Jack said with utter amusement, his hand giving Rhys’ thigh an appreciative squeeze.

“I- I ah- I-I-”

Jack chuckled as Vasquez stuttered, his face looking all the more white and bloodless against the black of his beard. Again, he felt a surge of pride for Rhys… or maybe that was just his dick. He was sure Rhys could feel him hard beneath that lovely ass parked in his lap. Oooh the things he wanted to do to the younger man… but it would have to wait.

He lazily stroked Rhys’ thigh, getting close enough to his crotch that Rhys shot the older man a warning look, but Jack only chuckled. Not like wallethead could see anything from where he was sitting anyways.

“Anyway, now that we’re all seated,” Jack said with a gleeful little smirk, “Care to explain to me how your department let a gaping frickin’ hole develop in our security protocols?”

Vasquez’ eyes shot to Rhys’ face before looking at the CEO and back. He was clearly out of his element here. Every possible way he’d imagined this meeting could have gone, and not once did something like this even enter his wildest dreams.

“The uh… t-the vulnerability was small when we--”

“Small, huh?” Jack asked, his hand stilling on Rhys’ thigh as his eyes narrowed at the bearded man. “You could drive a friggin’ truck through the size of the hole in our security!”

“B-but it was--” Vasquez’ eyes went to Rhys, full of fear and lacking the bravado of one who would pull such a stunt on him. He immediately tried to shift the blame. “The problem was small when Rhys here was assigned to--”

“When were you assigned to this problem, buttercup?” Jack immediately asked, turning his attention on the man in his lap.

Though his tone was soft, Rhys wasn’t dumb. Jack was furious, and the question was serious, vital to the livelihood of everyone on the station. Rhys wrapped his hand around the one Jack had on his thigh, and gave his hand a squeeze. “Three weeks ago, sir.”

“Three weeks, huh?” Jack turned his attention back to Vasquez, who was visibly sweating now. “Didn’t you say you had your team working on it since last month?”

“I-I- I uh, there’s-- I-It’s been a busy month, sir,” Vasquez sputtered out.

Jack’s hand left Rhys’ thigh to lean forward, grabbing an echotablet on his desk that had the details of the hole in security that was currently being exploited. He exhaled through his nose as he read over details, and Rhys raised a brow at Vasquez, as if to really let it sink in that he was alone in this matter, and Rhys wouldn’t be helping him. “Hm… and yet right here is the memo from one of our engineers letting your department know about the problem… Two months ago.”

“H-Handsome Jack, sir, please, there’s-- There’s clearly some, ah, miscommunication here-- Rhys--”

“Oh reeeeeally now, wallethead?” Jack threw the tablet back on the desk, leaning forward enough that Rhys had to lean back to get out of his way. The CEO chuckled dangerously, his hand back on Rhys’ thigh just a bit too tightly. “Because the way it looks to me, is that your incompetence-“

“T-The problem was supposed to be solved by Rhys--”

“And whose piss-poor management left a gaping freaking hole in the entirety of my goddamn space station?!” Jack’s snarl filled the whole of the office, not only outraged at being interrupted but also at the weak explanations he was being offered.

Rhys felt no small sense of satisfaction in the way Vasquez’ lip quivered, what little blood was left in his face now totally gone, leaving him whiter than a sheet. The grip Jack had on his thigh was bordering on pain, and his own heart was beating quickly with the adrenaline in the room, as well as with excitement and a small sense of accomplishment.

He didn’t even have to do much. Vasquez had incriminated himself plenty, and Jack apparently had all the evidence he needed of his inadequacy. No back-stabbing, no blackmail. It wasn’t at all too early to congratulate himself. If Vasquez started begging on his knees, it would only be the icing on top of the cake.

“H-Handsome Jack-- sir, please--”

Jack’s voice was dark with laughter, leaning back into his chair. “You don’t have anything better to say for yourself?”

His voice was far softer, and somehow it was so much more effective than any yelling the CEO could have done. Rhys squirmed under the hand he had on the younger man’s thigh, and Jack released his grip to resume slowly petting the younger man as he watched Vasquez sputter and stammer and make the same exact face everyone facing Jack’s wrath usually did.

Jack turned his attention back on Rhys, a dangerous grin on his face mixed with a sort of dark amusement. “Rhysie-- do you mind if I call ya Rhysie, buttercup?- What do you think I should do with this guy?”

Something pleased and self-assured unfurled inside the younger man, and-- burning and victorious in the satisfaction of it all- Rhys turned his attention to Vasquez before he looked back at Jack. “Well, sir, considering the absolute mess of things, and the seriousness of Helios’ life-support systems connected with our security--”

“Ah! Say no more, cupcake. Airlocking it is!”

“N-no Handsome Jack, sir! Please I-- Rhys! Rhys please--”

“Shut up you idiot, smart and handsome guys talking here,” Jack said, his hand again creeping up Rhys’ thigh to delve fingertips just between.

“I was going to say,” Rhys spoke up again, squeezing his legs together to stop Jack’s further exploration, “that since he created this mess, he should be the one to clean it up.”

Jack frowned a bit, not understanding as he looked at the pretty younger man in his lap. Vasquez was hardly skilled enough to patch everything, let alone on his own. He didn’t quite get how Rhys thought old wallethead could fix this mess. “IIIII’m not really followin’ ya, kiddo.”

Rhys moved his gaze back on Vasquez, relishing in the irony of it all as he couldn’t help the smirk that stretched over his face. “I heard janitorial had an opening.”

“What?!” Vasquez’ voice was indignant at the very idea, minor color coming back to his cheeks as Jack began to chuckle, totally ignoring the bearded man in favor of the one sitting in his lap.

“Janitorial, huh?” the CEO grinned, his hand moving further between Rhys’ legs before sliding all the way to his crotch. “Interesting. And I guess that would leave his job position vacant, wouldn’t it kitten?” Jack’s thumb rested just above Rhys’ cock in his pants, the older man cupping him with a wicked grin. Rhys gasped just a little at the pressure there, his attention from Jack’s hand only taken by the weak objection from Vasquez’ in his seat.

“B-but I’m not--”

“What was that?” Jack asked, a sharp look at Vasquez. A smile flashed across Jack’s face, gone as soon as it appeared. “That almost sounded like someone was ungrateful for not becoming the newest tourist to Helios’ orbit.”

“N-no sir, I just--”

“Good. Excellent. All settled then. Now get the hell out.” Vasquez frowed, sputtering as he looked at Jack helplessly. The CEO snarled at him, his hand giving Rhys a squeeze that made the younger man jump. “Do you have a death wish or something wallethead?!”

Vasquez jumped from his seat and ran, and Jack’s pleased cackles shook Rhys in his lap as they watched the bearded man flee.

“Damn, did you see the look on his face, pumpkin? Priceless.”

“Jack…” Rhys’ shaky laugh drew the older man’s eyes to his own, Rhys’ cheeks a little flushed as he grinned. “Your hand.”

The older man smirked. “What, this?” He gave the younger man’s stiffening cock a squeeze in his pants, chuckling. “Someone likes a little vengeance, doesn’t he?”

Rhys chuckled, ducking his face into Jack’s neck. Jack pressed a kiss to his neck, feeling Rhys’ smile in his own. “We really don’t have time for this, Jack,” Rhys said, though he pressed a kiss to the older man’s neck. “My department was fighting that breach of our systems when I left… and my patches will only hold for so long.”

Jack chuckled, shaking his head, and Rhys pulled away to look at him with both confusion and lust. “That was my little attack there, sweetheart.” Jack reached over Rhys again to fetch the tablet he’d thrown earlier. “Just a little something to make those asshats down there actually do their friggin’ jobs,” he said with a grin, fingers quickly dancing over the screen to pull up his own programming. “I’ve got a job for you too, sweetheart.”

“Mmm...Vasquez’ job?”

Jack snorted. “Well clearly, baby. But right now I was thinking something a little more hands on and more immediate.” Rhys gasped as Jack’s hand worked him through his pants, a little moan going through him as Jack chuckled. “Heh, that was a ballsy move there, pumpkin. Ballsy as hell. Sittin’ that tight ass down in the boss man’s lap right in front of that idiot… Christ that got me hard.”

Rhys only snickered, spreading his legs a little so Jack could further grope at him. A grin split his face thinking of the look that had been on Vasquez’ face as he’d fled the office. “Yeah, well… It seemed like the best thing to do.”

“Best damn decision anyone ever made,” Jack told him, kissing him and working the button at his fly. “He probably thinks you’re nuts, cupcake.” Jack stopped the hand he was working down Rhys’ pants, shaking with sudden laughter. “Can you imagine how that looked to him, baby? Holy crap, his face… Mmm you’re still full of surprises and I love it,” Jack finished with a kiss to Rhys’ jaw, delving his hand once again only to bring the younger man’s cock out.

“Mm Jack…” Rhys sighed out, pushing his forehead into Jack’s neck as his cock flexed in the older man’s hand.

“How’d you like to be bent over the boss man’s desk, buttercup?”

Jack’s voice was deep and lust-filled in his ear, the smile on his face apparent in his voice, and Rhys moaned as his thumb brushed over his cockhead. Didn’t sound like a bad idea to him, honestly. “It’s definitely been a while.”

“Been a while?” Jack’s hand stopped stroking him, and Rhys pulled back to give him a frown. “What do you call last night?”

Rhys snorted and rolled his eyes, a smile on his face. “I mean the desk part in particular, Jack.”

“Oooh gotcha!” The older man chuckled and pressed a kiss to the younger man’s cheek. He patted Rhys’ thigh. “Up, kitten.”

Rhys scrambled off his lap only for Jack to stand and embrace him from behind. His breathy snickers on the back of Rhys’ neck sent a pleasurable shiver up the younger man’s spine. The front of his thighs were pressed against the edge of Jack’s desk as the older man crowded him, and Rhys held Jack’s hands to his front fondly, sighing as the older man moved to again take his cock in hand.

“Seriously sweetheart, that was so friggin’ sexy the way you just sat right down,” Jack told him, pressing his own clothed cock into Rhys’ ass. “No one’s ever done that before. I’m gonna be thinkin’ about that for a long time.”

Rhys snickered and pressed backwards into the hardness Jack was grinding against him, moaning as the older man’s hand stroked him. “Jack come on.”

“I plan to, Rhysie,” he said with a laugh, nibbling Rhys’ ear and removing his hand from his cock to get his own pants down. He chuckled as Rhys looked over his shoulder in judgment over Jack’s hand off his cock in order to free his own. “That’s quite a pout on that cute face.”

“You’re taking forever,” Rhys whined, cock leaking and closer than he wanted to admit already, the high of Vasquez running from the office still surging through him.

“Mouthy, too,” Jack said with a grin, not at all put-off as he spread the younger man’s cheeks. Rhys properly bent over the desk, trying to urge Jack to fuck him already. Jack grinned as he rubbed his cock back and forth over the cleft of Rhys’ ass, wrenching impatient moans from the younger man. He fetched the lube from a drawer and dribbled a liberal amount over the younger man’s ass, lubing up his cock at the same time while a shiver went over Rhys.

A breathy laugh escaped Jack as his thumb skirted the younger man’s still-loose hole. “Someone fuck you within an inch of your life last night, baby?” Rhys moaned as Jack pressed his thumb in. “Someone handsome I bet…”

Rhys laughed, a lusty, breathy sound. “Jack please.” He pressed backwards, trying to get more of the older man’s thumb into him.

“Mmm eager, sweetheart? Let daddy take care of you.”

Jack was a little ashamed at how on-edge he already was, his desire to keep playing with Rhys warring with the desire to get his rocks off. He gave the younger man a smack to the ass that stole a sound from Rhys’ lips that made Jack chuckle. He then slicked up his cock and worked the tip in, wrenching a satisfied moan from the man under him. He pulled back only to work himself further, inch by inch as Rhys sighed in pleasure.

“Ahh yes yes yes,” Rhys spoke quickly, pressing back to get Jack deeper faster.

Jack bit his lip, the eagerness of the younger man and the novelty of fucking him over his desk for the first time in ages making him closer than he would have liked. He took Rhys’ cock back up in his hand, the short thrusts he gave moving deeper as he already felt his peak rising.

“Ah! Jack that’s so-- mmm….” He was going to come. He was going to come, and embarrassment and the fact that Jack would most likely poke fun at him did not deter his orgasm.

“What, close already?” Jack huffed, his thrusts becoming haphazard as he was quickly reaching his peak. His hand sped up on Rhys’ cock. “It’s like no one’s-- ah-- no one’s been giving you the good stuff-- ah yeah--”

At Jack’s next thrust, Rhys was gripping Jack’s desk for purchase as he was coming in spurts over the hand stroking his cock. The older man was groaning hard as he ground himself against Rhys’ ass, shaking as he released into the younger man.

Rhys laid boneless against the desk as Jack laid heavily upon him, kissing his neck and chuckling. Jack wiped his hand on Rhys’ pants, the younger man murmuring his name in annoyance, but he returned the squeeze Jack gave one of his hands. Jack pulled out with a groan to sit back in his chair, tugging Rhys with him with little mind for his release still leaking out of him.

“Mm a good desk-fuck was just what the boss ordered.”

“We’re a mess, Jack,” Rhys pointed out, though he chuckled and leaned into the older man’s chest. He tucked his soft cock back into his pants, sighing with so much satisfaction it wasn’t even funny.

“Don’t worry about it, kiddo. No one’s gonna see it from your big new office anyways.”

Rhys snorted. “If you think I’m walking back in these pants, think again.”

Jack snickered and pressed a kiss to his neck. “Well, guess you can just hang out with me and patch this damn hole in my space station.”

A grin took Rhys as he leaned his head back on Jack’s shoulder, exposing an amount of his neck the older man decided to worry with his teeth. It made his voice light with extra satisfaction. “It’s too big just for us, Jack.”

“Excuse you, baby, but just who do you think you’re sitting on top of?” Rhys chuckled, and Jack gave his thigh a pat. “If those idiots in upper management don’t start pulling their weight, we’ll just give you a bigger office and a bigger raise.” Jack huffed under his breath with annoyance. “Those morons better have gotten something done since this morning.”

“...I wouldn’t call the morning a complete waste,” Rhys said, self-pleased with how everything had gone.

“Yeah, well, honeymoon is over, sweetheart. Get that ass up and let’s fix this shit.”

There’d be time for cuddling and all the sweet-shit Rhys knew Jack secretly loved after the security issue was better dealt with. For now though, they had serious work to do.

Rhys rolled his eyes at the quick way Jack was shunting him off, but got himself up with an optimistic smirk.

kofi | ao3

[belladonnaandulriched]

the artist | chapter thirty-three

“call me whenever, i’ll do whatever: i’m feeling alive tonight.” -”1-900″, joey belladonna

I had a little trouble when it came to carrying out simple tasks such as sitting at the table or on the couch, and it didn't help matters that I liked to draw while lounging on the couch, either. I would have to lay down on my back and rest my feet up on the arm of the couch, but it was tricky given the whole digital aspect of my art. My mom had to lug in my computer for me, or I would have to lay in bed and have it at my side, and I often went with the latter because it wasn't as much of a headache for the both of us. There came a moment it felt as though I might as well have become bed ridden, given I couldn't hardly sit up correctly and I had to have things brought to me. The very second I had to be escorted to the bathroom and brought a tray of lunch was the second I realized I was bed ridden.

I lay in bed on afternoon with my eyes closed and my arms lain down by my sides, outside of the covers.  I thought about the hallucinations I had had following the bike crash. The bright bold colors which made me think of oil painting: a painting of Joey at his hottest and brightest, a sun shining bright despite the darkness of the dead of night. There was in fact a brush set on my drawing app that mimicked oil paints, so I wouldn't have to resort to exposing myself to turpentine while laying in bed, and yet I rarely used them prior to then.

Just the thought of Joey there with me... by my side and keeping me company all the way.

I could still picture him there above me, with his hair dangling down from his head like a curtain. The sun wasn't hitting him then, but I wish that it did: the afternoon light could hit those tendrils, those black curls, and make them sparkle and glimmer in the the light as if he had glitter embedded within those strands of hair. My own personal sun.

but then there was Chris, the man on the moon. The way in which his curls cascaded around his head to make me think of the moon at night. Lars, to light the way.

The three of them to come along with me in the dead of night.

It was such an image to think about that I wanted to draw it down. I wanted to put those glimmers in Joey's hair and draw his hair in all of its rich blackness, and I wanted Chris to resemble the fullest of moons against the blackest of backgrounds.

And then I realized something and it made me open my eyes and stare up at the ceiling. I couldn't pull the Artist on either of them again, at least not until the fractures healed up anyway. And I had no idea if it could be even so much as pleasurable again even if they had healed: such a sturdy spot of the human body, now taken out by breaks as wide as the edge of a dime. And I wondered about healing with their love and their touches.

But then again, these were bones inside of my body. The one way I could feel it again at that point was if I imposed upon myself. I had to meet up with my own inner again. To perform the Artist upon myself.

It felt like such an eternity since I had last slipped my fingers down in between my legs to feel what was there. Granted, it had everything going for it before the accident, but it had been some time before I worked and used my fingers on my own. Three boys to turn the dial the right way, and nothing left to drink up on my own.

I slipped my left hand under the covers and lay it on the waist band of my panties. I knew I either had to sit up or roll over onto my side, and the former was out of the question, while the latter would be more painful than enjoyable. Every time I rolled over my left side and cocked out my hips, I had to roll back to where I lay flat on my back because it was too much pressure on my pelvis.

I inched down the mattress a bit and spread out my legs at the same time. My fingers caressed further down: I inched some more to where the crown of my head poked out from under the blankets. The only thing separating my fingers from my lips was a single piece of fabric. I nibbled on my bottom lip as I prepared myself, and I stuck my fingers down inside. The skin was warm and I could feel my lips split open enough by my opened legs.

I thougth about Chris in all of his glory, with his shirt hung off of his body and the sun about to kiss his skin for me. I needed to kiss that skin myself, to have him show his colors and bleed them onto my canvas. Let me be his canvas, even with my broken ass and my body lain out before him. Nothing to cover me. All there for him, and all of him there for me. Every caress of that delicate skin made me think of his own lips: his own lips to kiss me this way and that.

This way brought me to Joey, in all of his gentle softness and that upstate humble charm. Those dark eyes swallowed me whole. His body was soft and delicate, one perfect for the gesture. Where I wanted Chris to bleed like the watercolors I used to play around with, I wanted Joey to drink me down. To let him take me within him. To feel him from within. He had already felt me from the inside: it only made sense that I do the same for him. And I wanted to drink him down, to feel him within me, to experience him. The both of us like water.

Meanwhile, that way had a dead stop right before Lars: a pathway that led me right square into his bare chest. His long soft smooth hair caressed me down once he had me down on my back. That incoming fuzz on his face tickled the soft spots on the inside of my thighs.

All three of these boys, my animals. Who needed a boyfriend when there were three different kinds of paint brushes to color this canvas with?

While my own caresses proved wonderful and delicate to where it made me think of the heads of paint brushes, all coated in big bright colors, the pulses from my lips hit the fracture in my back to the point it ached. My wonderful illusions vaporized and subsided to make way for the pain, and I finally had to stop. It also didn't help matters that my left foot hit the cold wall and my right foot hung over the edge of the bed.

I took my hand out from under the covers and examined my fingers. The skin was clean and without a smudging of juice on it. I didn't even come yet!

I fetched up a sigh and lay my hand on top of the covers and fetched up a sigh. I also didn't feel like plugging in my drawing pad and my stylus to draw either, at least not until the pain subsided.

My parents had gone out so the house was quiet.

And then I realized the house was quiet.

I pushed myself back up towards the head board, and I lay my head back down on my pillows. My laptop was right there next to me on a TV tray: I reached out for the legs underneath and dragged the tray towards me. I could lay on my back and have the table level with me so I could draw without having to get up. I also could to Joey and Chris with ease, even though they would be at an angle. In fact the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of it: I was in my bed, in my underwear, and I needed some relief of some sort.

I brought up the app and typed in Joey's name. I put in my ear buds and let it ring. He never picked up, and so I tried again.

Nothing. I hung up. My phone, however, was on the nightstand next to me. I reached back and picked it up, and I dialed his number.

That time it rang once, twice.

“Hello, hello?” His voice sounded so crisp, like he had just woken up.

“Hi.” I couldn't resist the smile on my face.

“Oh, hey,” he breathed out as if I had flustered him. “I, uh—I was just thinkin' about you. How ya doin'?”

“Just thinkin' about you, too.”

“Aw, that's too kind of you! Um, I should ask you—are you alone right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.” He cleared his throat. “Well, I ask 'cause I got a li'l sump'n for you and I dunno if I can give it to you if the door's lahcked.”

“What is it?” I asked him.

“It's two things, actually. One's a dream catcher, the other is a li'l more specific to my family and the tribe we hail from.”

He coughed and I heard him take a drink of something. Something rustled in the background on his end.

“What's—going on right now?” I asked him.

“Just takin' a li'l walk. I was goin' up Capitol Hill a ways and so I ran out of breath a li'l bit. Y'know, you walk up a slope or sump'n and it kicks up shit in yer chest an' yer throat?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“And you know, I not only sprained my wrist, but I fucked up my ankle, too.”

“Really?” I raised my eyebrows at that even though he couldn't see me.

“Yeah. I woke up the day after th' crash an' my ankle was just killin' me. The nurse who treated me said I compressed one of the ligaments there—” I gasped and brought a hand to my mouth. “—but she told me to keep walkin' and don't overdo it so—here I am.”

He paused for a second.

“So what were ya thinkin' about?” he asked me in a low voice.

“With you?”

“Yeah.”

“Just wanting to drink you down and having you use me as your canvas.”

He paused again.

“Oh, so those types of thoughts, I see. Well, remember: yer the one holdin' the paint brush.”

“All of the colors of the rainbow, too?” I added with a grin on my mask.

“Every color that makes up every crease and every fold of your sex, baby doll. Oh, wait, hang on—I'm getting another call comin' in—” Click.

I was met with momentary silence when I got one, too. I pressed the button.

“Hello?” I said in a low voice.

“Hi,” Chris' voice whispered through the microphone.

“Oh, hello,” I lowered my voice to a husky tone.

“How's my darling Hollywood doing?”

“Wanting a back rub and a nap—what's up witchu?”

“You know, I was thinkin' about a little slumber party with you at some point.”

“It won't be much of a party, though, 'cause—you know—” Click. “—oh, wait, sit tight. I'm getting another call.” I pressed the button.

“Joey?” I said.

“Yeah, what happened?”

“It's funny. I got another call myself.”

“Ah. Anyways, uh—that was just Lars. He's got a li'l sump'n for ya, too. You got his number, right?”

“Right!”

“Aight, so get on back to that other line. I might swing by soon, too.” I heard him pucker his lips to blow me a kiss.

“Okay! See ya soon, Joey.”

We hung up at the same time and I returned to Chris.

“Slumber party, right?” I followed up.

“Yeah. Just you and me. I'll come in through the window if I must.”

“You'll do anything to watch me draw and paint and do stuff, won't ya?” I teased him.

“I really will,” he vowed, “i really, truly will. And you know, I just think about laying in your bed next to you, letting you sleep...”

“And then you wake me up with a little something special?”

“You know me well, my sweet Hollywood.” His words felt like the slither of snakes, the cold dark venom of a king cobra that managed to invite me inside to the coziest spot there on his velvet tongue.

“So what time you wanna come on over?” I asked him as I heard the front door open.

“Tonight.”

“Tonight?” I echoed.

“Let me come close to you. Let me hold and touch and heal you. Let me experience you the way in which you experience me.”

I opened my mouth to reply but there was a knock on the door.

“I'll call you later,” I told him to put up a front right before I hung up. I couldn't I did that but he and I needed to remain a secret, even with my broken body. Even my being bed ridden at the moment.

[noelacciari]

Mission: Climb The Ranks

guess what I added on to that Castle AU like a year later so yeah

Relationship: Nursey/Dex

Tags: Castle AU, author nursey, detective dex,K-I-S-S-I-N-G

Read Nurse Series on AO3 | Part 1 On Tumblr 

6 Months Earlier

“Let me get this straight.”

Derek bites back the ‘good luck with that’ that’s on the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to remember that Lardo isn’t a free spirited art major anymore. No, she’s a sergeant in the NYPD who carries a gun and probably would not hesitate to shoot his toe or something to prove a point.

“You are working on a new series, and instead of just doing research like a normal fucking person, you want to shadow one of my detectives?” Lardo rubs at her temple, giving Derek a look like she’s totally over his bull shit.

“This detective,” Derek clarifies, tapping the newspaper article sitting between them on Lardo’s desk. “He’s the one.”

“Derek…” Lardo squints at him, her mouth tilting up in a sideways smirk. “I’m not going to burden my best detective with your distracting ass if this is just about your thing for gingers in uniform.”

Derek lets out an undignified squawk of protest. “This is serious Lards!” He yelps, throwing his hands up in the air. “I want this series to have that grit to them, that real life feel, and I can’t do that without being immersed in a case!”

They stare at each other for a tense moment, Lardo’s dark brown eyes undoubtedly trying to set him on fire or something terrible. He’s not being dramatic okay, Larissa Duan can be fucking scary when she wants to be.

“Fine.” Lardo reaches for her desk phone, pressing a few buttons and cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder. Derek can hear the tinny sound of a greeting on the other end. “Poindexter,” Lardo snaps in her I’m In Charge voice. “Can you come on in to my office, I have an assignment for you.” She hangs up before the voice on the other end can even respond.

A silence descends over the office, and Derek can’t help but start to get jittery. Because the thing is… the thing is that he was being truthful with Lardo, he definitely needs this, and Poindexter’s the best detective in the City, but like also… he’s hot as fuck. So like, Derek might be a little bit nervous about this, is all. After another moment he jumps up out of his chair, pacing around for a few seconds before settling awkwardly on the corner of Lardo’s desk.

“What the fuck, Nursey?” She whispers, but Derek isn’t about to look at her. He’s focusing deeply on maintaining that cool, collected, charming exterior he’s perfected over the years, ever since his publisher insisted on putting his photo on the book jacket for Blood on the Beach. Luckily a knock on the door interrupts any further harassment from Lardo. And then the door swings open, and Derek realizes that this was a terrible, terrible idea.

Present Day

Derek sighs and rolls over for what feels like the hundredth time in half an hour. This was probably all part of Shay’s plan to make his life miserable. Or well, she’s not doing it in a malicious way, she undoubtedly thinks it’s for his own good, but god dammit this is fucking torture.

He can still see it clearly in his mind, the first time he saw Dex in the flesh. It was like some kind of wet dream, Dex’s hair slightly damp, his stiff blue button up shirt hanging open to reveal a thin white undershirt beneath. That white fabric was tight and translucent and Derek swore he could see the outline of Dex’s pecs from across the room. Dex had darted a glance at him, eyes widening just barely, a slight flush rising on his cheeks, and Derek had kind of wanted to die. Dex said something about coming back from the gym to Lardo, but all Derek could think about was how he wanted to get his mouth all over that.

And now, thanks to his evil ex-wife, he has gotten his mouth all up on that. Or well, they’ve kissed, twice. And the second kiss was definitely not something he would be forgetting about soon. He knew the fake boyfriends thing was a terrible idea, but Derek has never claimed to have good ideas, especially when it comes to pretty boys.

Closing his eyes, he breathes in deeply, starting to count down from one hundred. He makes it all the way to seventy five before the numbers in his head are replaced with the image of Angela pouncing on Dex, giggling as Dex fakes his own death with over the top dramatics. Dex is laughing too, his chin tilted back and his eyes sparkling, and Derek’s stomach hurts with how much he wants. From there it’s only natural to replay the kiss, starting with Dex’s big hands curled around his forearms. He can almost taste Dex’s lips, warm and soft and sweet with wine. He can still hear Dex calling him Buttercup, can still see the way Dex’s pupils were blown wide when they broke the kiss, can still feel the tingle from Dex’s stubble dragging against his own.

Derek sighs and starts counting again. It’s going to be a long night.  

The next morning, he considers not going in to the station. It’s not his actual job or anything, and like, he could always claim that he needed to take a day to work on some actual writing instead of following Poindexter around like lost puppy. (And yes, in the daylight it’s Poindexter, not Dex). But he knows what that will look like to Poindexter, and he doesn’t have it in him to leave Poindexter to deal with Birkholtz and Chow’s harassment all by himself. It’ll be fine, he reasons. He can act like last night was all a great and amazing joke, like he can’t still feel the ghost of Poindexter’s lips against his own.

“Not fucking cool,” Derek whispers to himself as he pushes apart the elevator doors, eyes going immediately to Poindexter. Over the past six months, Derek had gotten fairly used to Poindexter and all of his ridiculousness. He doesn’t laugh awkwardly at Poindexter’s jokes anymore, didn’t stare too long at his biceps or anything weird. But Poindexter had the nerve to wear a god damn sweater today, and for some reason all Derek can think about is getting his hands all over it. Which is just… not fucking cool.

“Hey Poindexter, your boyfriend’s here!” Birkholtz bellows, his chuckle bordering on obnoxious. Derek considers hitting him, because the dude can be annoying as fuck, but he gets distracted by the bright flush spreading from Poindexter’s oversized ears to his cheeks. A grown ass man blushing shouldn’t do anything for Derek, but it has his chest feeling tight and an urge to press kisses all across that pink skin rising up inside him regardless.

“Hey babe,” Derek says, shooting finger guns at Poindexter for good measure. It makes Chow laugh, and Poindexter rolls his eyes, but Derek can’t stop staring at Poindexter’s mouth. He doesn’t even have good lips, is the fucking thing. They’re thin and always grimacing or frowning, and really, not ideal for kissing. But last night… last night Derek just wanted those stupid lips all over his entire body.

“Fingerprints came back on our vic,” Poindexter starts as Derek half falls into his chair, setting the tray of coffees down beside him. “Ryanne Combs, nineteen, worked as a go-go dancer at a nightclub, lives at home with her mother in Queens.” Poindexter is all business, though it doesn’t really go with that indecently soft looking blue sweater or the faint blush still covering his cheeks. Derek is staring, and he knows it, but he can’t quite bring himself to stop. “You two,” Poindexter continues, pointing at Chow and Birkholtz, “Go visit the mother. She’s already been notified of her daughter’s death. See if she knows what Ryanne was doing in Greenwich Village. Nurse and I are going to take her place of employment.”

“Spending some more quality time together, huh?” Birkholtz adds, waggling his eyebrows. Nurse would flip him off, but Poindexter’s already glaring, so he figures he should try not to add more fuel to the fire.

“As if you and Chow want to be split up,” Poindexter shoots back easily, standing up in one smooth motion. Derek can’t help but watch as Poindexter holsters his gun and pins on his badge, his NYPD jacket pulling tight across his broad shoulders. It’s a powerful image, something full of serious responsibility and just a tinge of raw sexuality that Derek has been trying to capture in writing Detective Wilder for months now. Grabbing his pen, he hastily scribbles down as few sentences in his notepad, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he can trick his readers into falling in love with Wilder, the same way he accidently fell in love with Poindexter.

It takes Derek a moment to realize he just thought the love word to himself, about Poindexter, and he kind of wants to bleach out his brain. This was not part of the plan, this cannot be happening, there is a big difference between lust and love and Derek did not realize he was so close to that dangerous line.

“Coming Nurse? Or you gonna hang out and write weird metaphors all day?” Poindexter smirks at him, that smug little grin that shows off his teeth and makes Derek’s skin feel too hot.

“I must follow the detective with hair the color of a taco bell hot sauce packet – mild, of course,” Derek half sings. Poindexter laughs, and not for the first time, Derek thanks his parents for skin that doesn’t easily flush. He is so, so, fucked.

The Grind is exactly the kind of place Derek would have as a backdrop for one of his more cheesy mystery novels. In the light of day the place is almost eerie, all those blank walls and velvet couches lit up with sunlight. In the dark with colored lights and fog machines going, it probably seems more… sensual, but for now, it’s just kind of strange. Of course it doesn’t help that Poindexter would be out of place here no matter the time of day, clearly uncomfortable with the atmosphere judging by the stiffness of his movements. It would probably be comical, if Derek could stop thinking about the good time he’d show Poindexter at one of the clubs he likes to frequent. He can just imagine Poindexter with glitter sticking to his sweaty skin, smiling easier with a beer in his hand, pupils blown wide as he watches Derek dance.

“Yeah I know Ryanne,” the club manager huffs, wiping a cloth across the sticky top of one of the VIP tables. “She’s missed three shifts now, what kind of trouble has she gotten into this time?” The manager seems tired, her violet braids tied up in a big bun on top of her head. She looks like what Derek imagines Aphrodite to be, with her deep brown eyes and darker skin, her body full of soft curves, from her lips to her hips and waist. He knows instantly that he’ll be writing a character around her at some point, almost captivated with the way her lips part in shock when Poindexter breaks the news to her.

“Well now that I think of it,” she’s saying as Derek brings himself back to reality. “There was a guy, he showed up here several times, always on Ryanne’s nights… he’d just stand there and stare at her while she danced. It was creepy as hell. I don’t think he was here during the shifts she missed either.”

Poindexter nods seriously, scribbling something down in his notebook. “Could you help us identify this man? We need to track him down.”

“He was here just a few days ago, I can have someone in security pull the footage from the front door and send it over.”

“That would be great, thanks Olivia.” Poindexter hands her his card, shoving his notebook back in his pocket. “Give me a call when you find the footage, or if you think of anything else.”

Derek follows Poindexter out of the club in a haze, mind working overtime as he thinks about how he will add Olivia to his book. Perhaps as Detective Wilder’s best friend, who he has unmistakable UST with. Or maybe as a rival FBI agent, always showing up to take over Wilder’s cases before he can solve them. There’s so many possibilities here, and it feels good to add a character that’s outside of Wilder’s core group of fellow detectives that the story is built around.  

“So,” Poindexter says, his voice catching in his throat. Derek blinks and forces himself to the present, only to realize that they’re in Poindexter’s SUV, and have been driving for a few minutes at least. “About last night…” Derek swallows hard. He has no idea where Poindexter is going with this, but he’s pretty sure he’s not going to like it. “When we… um… kissed… I just uh, wanted to make sure that I didn’t like over step or anything… you know, we didn’t really talk about it.”

Derek can’t help but grin. Poindexter’s actually being almost chivalrous. It’s ridiculous, is what it is, but god dammit, it’s kind of cute. “Dude, you’re all good, don’t worry about it,” Derek pats absently at Poindexter’s arm. “That was like, top five material anyways bro, so thanks for that.”

Poindexter lets out a choking sound, and when Derek looks at him, his entire face has gone bright red. Derek replays that last sentence in his head.

“Uh…” he starts, wracking his brain for some sort of explanation that isn’t totally humiliating but also doesn’t totally wreck his chances of getting to kiss Poindexter again.

“Top five material,” Poindexter asks, his voice jumping an octave. “Only top five, seriously?”

And that isn’t exactly where Derek thought this was going. He shifts sideways in his seat so that he can smirk at Poindexter head on. “Where do you rank our kiss, Poindexter?”

“This isn’t about my experiences,” Poindexter scowls, full flush returning to his ears and neck. “It’s just not acceptable to me to be any lower than third place.” He sets his jaw, defiant, as they pull into the precinct lot, and Derek has to tamp down on the sudden urge to set his teeth on the sharp edge of Poindexter’s jawbone.

“Well you’re sitting solidly in fifth place,” Derek lies, purposefully not moving from his seat as Poindexter parks the SUV. He can feel his heart pounding in his fingertips, blood racing hot through his veins. “Moving up in the ranks is all up to you, dude.”

The tension in the car is palpable, like electricity zipping back and forth between Derek and Poindexter as they stare at each other across the center console. Poindexter’s eyes flick down to Derek’s lips and back up again, and Derek feels like he’s suddenly back at sixteen and kissing Tiffany Brown for the very first time. “Yeah, okay,” Poindexter breathes, his voice low and thick and full of determination. Derek’s not ready for Poindexter to reach for him, one big, calloused hand curling around the back of his neck, dragging him gently forward. He’s not ready for the slow drag of Poindexter’s upturned nose up the length of his throat, the shivery heat of his breath against his ear. He is ready by the time their eyes lock though, ready for Dex’s lips on his, ready for anything Dex could throw at him.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” Dex asks, and it’s cliché and annoying, and the answer is obviously yes, and Derek clearly shouldn’t be swooning, but he is. Oh he is.

“Yeah,” Derek breathes, already starting to close the distance between them. This kiss is different than the last, rougher, hotter. Their lips slot together for only a moment before Dex’s teeth are involved, nipping and tugging, soothing the sting with his tongue. Derek thinks he might be dying, possibly, when he pushes his fingers into Dex’s hair and Dex straight up whines. He’s uncomfortably aware of how hard his dick is all of a sudden, but he can’t really bring himself to care, when Dex’s teeth tug gently at his ear. “Jesus Dex,” he sighs, tilting his head to the side in an effort to offer up more skin.

Dex hums, pressing chaste kisses all along Derek’s jaw as he works his way back to his mouth. When their lips meet again it’s clearly with the distinct purpose of reducing Derek to a puddle in the passenger seat of this SUV. It’s the perfect combination of tongue and teeth and lips, like Dex somehow got his hands on a Kissing Derek Nurse: For Dummies book and memorized it word for word. Derek wants to take off Dex’s shirt, wants to take off his own shirt, wants to move this to the backseat and take Dex apart piece by piece. He wants to take Dex home, wants him in his bed and in his kitchen and wants to watch him read Harry Potter to Angela at bed time.

And that… that is scary as fuck, but he’s pretty sure he’s passed the point of no return on this one.

“So,” Dex whispers, pressing a kiss to the corner of Derek’s lips. “Where do I rank now?” Derek blinks at him, for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to play this.

“Solid third,” he says finally, watching a smirk lift Dex’s lips. “Can’t give you any higher than that though.” Dex’s eyes narrow momentarily, before a smug (insanely hot) grin takes over his face.

“We’ll see about that.” Dex has the audacity to wink at him before turning and climbing out of the SUV, an irritating swagger evident as he heads towards the precinct. Derek hurries after him, praying that he doesn’t look freshly ravaged and beyond annoyed that it’s still daylight and he’s reverted to referring to him as Dex in his head instead of Poindexter.

Dex holds the door for him, which is completely out of character, but Derek isn’t going to complain about getting to enjoy a tension filled elevator ride with the guy he apparently wants to get all domestic with. “You know,” Dex says, as the elevator passes the second floor. “You’re probably like, a solid fifth for me.” It’s a lie, Derek thinks, judging by the vaguely guilty look on Dex’s face.

Derek can’t help but grin as the elevator opens on the third floor, more than happy to watch the flex of Dex’s shoulders as he shoves the doors all the way open. “We’ll see about that.”

Dex flips him the bird over his shoulder, but it’s totally worth it.    

[smolpyromaniacpirate]

RWBY GF Scenarios

She Confesses and First Kiss        

Ruby    

You can totally do this. You got this!       Ruby thought. Her hands fidgeting nervously around the hem of her sleeves. “Ruby calm down, we’ve seen the way she looks at you.” Yang encouraged. “Yes, she seems to feel the same way.” Weiss added, pushing the smaller girl forwards. Ruby feeling a bit more hopeful, glanced at Blake. “Remember June and Lillian.” The faunus smirked, and Ruby couldn’t help but sigh dreamily at the couple in the book. She wanted everything to go perfectly, like in the book. Finally, the rest of team RWBY left with mutters of good luck as Ruby stepped inside her own room.

As soon as she closed the door you glanced at her from the desk. “Finally came back huh? How was class?” You turned back to the computer, continuing to write as you waited for a response. Ruby stepped carefully and shyly towards you.

“We didn’t have class.” Ruby replied. You confusedly turned back towards her and then eyed the room. “Is that why no one else came?” Ruby stammered a nod before sitting on the bed. You, now a bit more concerned, stood up and sat next to Ruby. “Is everything okay?” You asked, your hand finding hers before giving it a squeeze. Ruby gazed you in the eyes, trying to find comfort that you would feel the same way.

She gave a tempting smile and you returned, but still, you could feel her shivering. “Ruby… Are you cold?” She shook her head, then scooted herself closer and hugged your arm. “Promise that you won’t hate me?” She asked, making you cringe a bit. “Did you do something bad?” “No no. Nothing like that.” You eyed her, rubbing circles with your thumb on the back of her hand.

“I promise that I will never hate you Ruby.” You softly replied. She met your eyes again and you swear you saw hearts in her eyes. She suddenly hugged you tighter, as if she was scared for something. And then, with a small leap, she kissed you. Her lips pecking your own quite quickly as she gazed at you with a blush so deep it put her cape to shame. She smiled nevertheless.

“R-Ruby… I- what-“ You were confused, but mentally screaming. Your cheeks felt warmer and you were sure you were blushing like crazy. “I like you (Y/n).” A silence. “Like-like you.” She added, a childish grin on her face. Still, she shivered. Ruby was terrified, her eyes were shaking, her hold on you was stronger and stronger.

“I… I like you too Ruby.” The words came so naturally, they might’ve been there all this time, waiting to pounce immediately. Ruby sighed so loudly that it startled you, she might’ve been holding that breath for quite a while. “Oh my god! I was so scared you might hate me and never talk to me again. I’m so glad you feel the same way!” Ruby almost jumped in her seat, her hold on you relaxing in inches.

You found her so cute, so adorable. You were also really glad you both got the same feelings across.

Weiss    

“You idiotic brat!” A slap and a push, it was all it took to put Weiss at the brink of tears. She couldn’t do anything like always. She was sick of her cruel father, she just wanted to be with (Y/n) again. “How many times do I have to tell you to not disgrace this family! If you mention being a huntress any more, I will lock you in your room.” She wanted to cry so much. “Father please-” “Go to your room!” Weiss didn’t need him to tell her twice, she ran as fast her heels could manage, closing the door quickly and throwing herself to her bed. She cried, she cried like she couldn’t bear it.

She needed someone so badly. She had told her father for the fifth time that she wanted to study to become a huntress. Like her sister, she wanted to use her semblance to help people. She wanted to help the name of her family, not bring it down, why can’t her father see that?

“Pssst! Miss Schnee.” Klein was at the door, opening it slightly and peeking inside. Weiss stopped her crying abruptly and sat up to look at him. He gave her a smile before opening the door fully. Weiss’s breath got stuck in her throat. (Y/n) entered the room, a nervous but worried smile making its way across her lips. Klein gave both of them a reassuring smile before leaving them with the door shut.

“Hey Weiss…” She greeted, and Weiss couldn’t help herself. She quickly left the bed and ran to hug the girl. She didn’t care that they were never this touchy before, Weiss needed comfort, she needed (Y/n). The other girl understood that, and embraced the girl, she just wanted Weiss to be happy and her bitchy self. “I’m sorry (Y/n). You came here at a bad time and I just needed…” “A hug?” Weiss hesitated, but she pulled back and wanted to tear up again. How would she tell this girl that she loved her? (Y/n) would find it disgusting, she bet. “I-I needed…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, she just wanted to kiss her so bad. (Y/n) could see Weiss’s eyes gazing at her lips hungrily. And (Y/n) smiled affectionately.

She wiped a tear from Weiss’s cheek, resting her warm hand on the girl’s cold but bruised skin. “Me?” She asked, and Weiss let out a whimper. Yes, Weiss needed her, she needed her to stay with her, she needed her to herself.

(Y/n) was the first to lean her head, to gaze at her eyes with the same passion Weiss did. Weiss tilted forwards as well, her eyes flickering from (Y/n)’s eyes to her lips. And the touch of both lips, igniting a passion that was waiting to be lit. It felt like fire and ice had clashed, the warmth of one’s lips while her hand pulled the cold one’s face closer.

“I need you (Y/n).” Weiss breathed through the kiss. “I need you to stay with me.” And (Y/n) smiled against the heiress’s lips, nodding shortly before taking her lips again. “I love you (Y/n).” Weiss muttered, grasping the girl’s waist closer. “I love you too Weiss.” She sighed.

Blake    

Blake only had bad experiences with love. She fell in love with Adam and at first it was fine, but then he changed and became abusive, Blake’s love was snuffed out. Then Ilia was amazing, Blake had fallen head over heels for her, but Ilia cared more for the White Fang than her. When Blake left the White Fang, Ilia spat at her feet, betrayed her, told Adam about her plan… And then there was (Y/n).

Not a bad experience because it still didn’t happen. But it still could, yet Blake couldn’t image hating the shy girl, or any sort of vile action. Then again, she didn’t for Adam or Ilia either. But they were from the White Fang, (Y/n) wasn’t. She was just a human who liked books as much as Blake did.

“Just go and tell her. No biggie.” Blake muttered to herself. Her arms folding awkwardly in front of her. She stepped inside the library, and for the short distance that the hall was, Blake reminisced the first time they met.

It was right at that table. She had a plan and everything, such a dork.       Blake thought, smiling at the memory. And at the end of the hall, in a hidden sofa around the bookshelves, sat (Y/n). So comfortably and normal, that Blake forgot how nervous she was.

“Hey (Y/n).” Blake greeted, a tinge of redness covering her cheeks. The girl, in surprise, looked directly at Blake, smiling nervously before sitting upright. “H-Hey.” “So, this is where you usually hang out?” Blake asked, sitting right next to the girl, anxiously close. Blake gazed around the small area, there was no doubt that almost no one came around. There was only on small gap, which was where Blake had come from, but either way, this area was at the farthest place in the library.

“Yup. It’s very… quiet.” (Y/n) replied, putting her book down as she turned to Blake. The act of proximity made Blake twitch. She almost forgot what she had come here to do. “(Y/n).” “Y-Yes Blake?” “Do you… like anyone?” (Y/n) almost choked on her own breath. She fidgeted in her seat, staring at Blake for a few flabbergasted seconds before avoiding her eyes at all. Blake couldn’t help but smile at her antics. “I-I guess… I mean, it’s not like it matters. B-But- why are you asking me this?” Blake’s ears twitched again.

“Who is it?” Blake asked, far more hurried than she intended. What if (Y/n) liked someone else? Blake’s feelings wouldn’t be returned. “Oh, just a girl. She’s very quiet and mysterious, but pretty and kind at the same time.” (Y/n)’s mood had certainly lifted. She was more comfortable, like the girl she was thinking about had threw her insecurities right out of the window.

“Oh.” Blake smiled sadly, and (Y/n) didn’t pretend she didn’t see. “Who do you like?” She tried, an affectionate smile, a contagious one. Blake shifted closer to the girl. “She’s shy. Very nervous too, but adorable no matter what she does.” (Y/n)’s face grew red. “D-Do I know her?” “Do I know yours?” They both grew silent, staring at each other for eternity. Blake reached to cup the girl’s face, in hopes that it would establish something. (Y/n) leaned on her touch accidently, but nothing made her want to pull back. And so, Blake didn’t either.

“C-Can I ask you something?” Blake nodded at the girl. “Do you… like me?” (Y/n) asked and Blake trembled a bit, the Faunus’s hand caressing the girl’s cheek. “Yeah-“ Before Blake could even finish replying, (Y/n) leaned so fast, you could barely see it. She had kissed her, almost too quickly. The girl had jumped to the opportunity and Blake couldn’t complain. Blake just pulled the girl closer, she had wanted this for so long. Their lips danced with each other before pulling away, and both their eyes made contact, the spark that was always there, made itself brighter and stronger.

“I like you too.”

Yang    

Yang has always been forwards, rather blunt even. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous as hell about this. The girl she liked, had a crush on, – dare she say – loves, is standing a few feet from her. (Y/n) was never a complex girl, Yang understood that, but Yang has always had a bad timing. In class! What the fuck is wrong with me?! Yang mentally cursed. The other girl was lazily looking at the board, undoubtedly not paying attention as Professor Port retold his tales.

But (Y/n) was a second-year, after this class Yang wouldn’t see her until tomorrow. And Yang had no idea how she would sleep with this much stress and tension inside her. It had to be now, today.  

Pyrrha sat beside her, the redhead was closely paying attention and taking the few notes she cared for. And Yang couldn’t hide how much she needed assistance. “Yang? Are you okay?” Pyrrha whispered. Yang shook her head rather viciously. Ruby perked from the seat behind her.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?” The older sister shook her head again, scared that if she used her voice, she would certainly shout. Ruby and Pyrrha exchanged looks, concerned ones, and Yang didn’t fail to see Jaune and Blake peer at her from the front seats.

Yang was always an impatient girl, so while Port talked about his adventures Yang quickly tore a paper from Pyrrha’s notebook. The red-head a bit insulted, muttered a ‘hey’, but not before seeing what Yang was scribbling rapidly. Ruby peeked, leaning her body forward as the teacher failed to recognize any of this.

“What? Now?” Ruby asked, whispering surprise. Blake and Jaune from the front blinked in worry, and Pyrrha pointed discreetly at the girl beside the duo. (Y/n) was still almost dozing off. Blake was the first to put the pieces together when Ruby did a heart shaped movement with her hands, and soon Jaune had understood what it was when he saw Yang’s genuine and familiar anxiety.

“In class?” Yang could hear Jaune whisper to Blake, and the faunus simply shrugged indifferent. Pyrrha had a sudden idea. She tore another piece of paper and wrote rather quickly, but still it was legible. Yang peeked at the gladiator girl and almost let out a shriek.

But Ruby was too fast, she took the paper, folded it messily and with a big throw, it landed on Jaune’s head. Yang was about to scold the younger one but let out a silent cry when Jaune tried throwing it at (Y/n).

It landed instead on Weiss. The girl sitting right next to the real target. Jaune winced in attempt but was glad when Weiss opened the paper and glanced at Yang over her shoulder. Blake scolded Jaune silently, inquiring why he hadn’t seen it first. And Yang was mentally dying.

But it only got worse. Weiss, with an all-knowing smirk, leaned towards the girl beside her and whispered words that Yang couldn’t hear. But she registered the twitch (Y/n)’s head did, and the sudden vigour. Yang pressed her palms into her eyes, as if punishing herself for ever trying to confess her feelings now. Why couldn’t she just wait?

“Professor Port. May I go to the bathroom?” (Y/n) had her hand up, and the professor gently stopped his story to record what she said. The squad that tried helping, staring intensely anxious at the action. “Of course you can!” Port laughed. And the girl was already standing up. Yang was scared to face her, mortified at the rejection.

But as (Y/n) turned to look at her, she could see her eyeing her curiously, an excited smile dancing in her lips. (Y/n) was trotting through the stairs to the door, but once she passed through Yang’s row, the girl pulled her quickly and pecked her lips, tossing the same paper to her table before continuing on her way to the bathroom.

Everyone looked in confusion at Yang, and the blonde simply blew into a glow of yellow air and red face. Pyrrha unfolded the paper and saw ‘I like you too.’ In (Y/n)’s handwriting. “And that’s what you call subtlety!” Professor Port laughed loudly.

Nora    

Nora, you got this! You goooot this. You so got this…       Nora couldn’t cope with this. (Y/n) was cooking. It sort of reminded her of Ren, but different. No, actually (Y/n) was nothing like Ren. The girl was humming a tune, her body moving according to the pan she held, the apron she wore tightly wrapped around her waist. Ren would silently stand frigid while cooking, thinking mentally instead of feeling. (Y/n) felt through instinct.  

Her team had left to eat at the canteen, but Nora couldn’t deny when (Y/n) suggested to cook something for her. The small kitchen was something Ozpin had provided for team JNPR, given the passion Ren had for cooking. No wonder (Y/n) liked cooking as well, they were childhood friends, best friends even. Ren had told Nora countless times that back at the village (Y/n) was the one that cooked for Ren when his mother was busy, that’s why Ren liked cooking so much.

But (Y/n) disappeared when the attack happened, she was a very protected child, her family was rich so (Y/n) wasn’t allowed outside. Ren had thought she had died. And when they entered Beacon, (Y/n) was there.

“Nora. Food is almost ready.” Nora could hear the smile in her voice. Something she wasn’t used to yet, you could hear (Y/n)’s facial expressions, even when she wasn’t looking at you. Nora stood up from the couch, she dreaded that something would go wrong, but at the same time, she wanted something to go wrong, so she had an excuse to back down.

She dragged herself closer to the taller girl, and with a brave breath she nestled her arms around the girl’s waist, taking in her scent. She smelled like forest and cooking batter, a weird combination. (Y/n) had tensed up, Nora could feel it. But she was stubborn, she didn’t want to pull away.

“Nora… what are-“ “(Y/n)… I really like you.” “Nora, where is this coming from?” “I’ve liked you for quite a while.” The other girl grew silent, she had rested the pan away from the stove and had turned off the stove before Nora had attempted anything. “Nora…” The girl’s voice was soft, and Nora could hear a smile. The ginger only wanted to hide, curl in a hole. Her face was pressed frightenedly into the curve of (Y/n)’s back.

The taller one turned, facing Nora rather gently. Her hands finding Nora’s face and pulling her closer. Nora was shocked. Or better yet, confused. “(Y/n)… do you like me the same way I do?” Nora tempted childishly, finally looking up at (Y/n)’s face. The girl’s eyes twinkled, smiling in adoration at the smaller girl, and Nora couldn’t hide the sudden intake of breath.

“Of course I do silly.” She laughed, pulling the girl closer and kissing her softly, smiling as their lips met. Nora hesitated to kiss back, more to surprise than denial of this reality. And as the pancakes cooled down, the two girls recognized each other’s longings.

Pyrrha    

“Pyrrha! Just do it girl!” Nora encouraged. Jaune confidently sat beside Ren, the two boys looking at the door in hopes, one more anxious than the other. “But I’m not ready! I’ll scare her away.” The redhead mumbled, pacing around the room. Ren rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hide a smile. “You won’t. She likes you too.” He muttered, peeking at Jaune as the boy nodded ecstatically. Pyrrha hesitatingly shook her head.

She had thought about it. Maybe everything would go well, maybe (Y/n) liked her the same way she liked the girl. Or maybe she would run away and never talk to her again. That was also a possibility.

“Pyrrha, whether you’re ready or not, she’s coming here. And you have to say something.” Jaune added to her worries and Pyrrha swore she almost started to hyperventilate. Nora let out a small gasp from her seat, hugging the pillow closer she glanced apprehensively at the door. And everyone’s eyes followed.

(Y/n) stood at the door, more nervous than any time the redhead had seen. Maybe it was because her team was here, (Y/n) didn’t like people that much. “(Y/n)! H-Hello, please come in.” Pyrrha requested, approaching the girl and leading her inside. (Y/n) seemed mortified as soon as Pyrrha had pushed her to the centre of the room.

And for a few seconds they all exchanged looks. “(Y/n), I’m sorry I had to call you here but there’s something I need to tell you.” Pyrrha began, earning approving nods from her team. The smaller girl glanced at Pyrrha with fear in her eyes, and something rather sinister snapped inside Pyrrha. She turned away. “I can’t do this.” The gladiator left the room in a worry, and her teammates – as well as (Y/n) – were too shocked and worried to do something.

“(Y/n). She really cares about you.” Nora said, and the girl glanced her way, still unfamiliar with Pyrrha’s team. Then she looked at Jaune, who gave her a nod. “Go after her.” And (Y/n) didn’t need to be told twice, she ran as fast as she could.

Hallways, empty and dull. (Y/n) was secretly glad that it was so late, students would be in their dorms, and she didn’t have to deal with crowds. But she was focused on finding the tall champion.

Turn after turn, she encountered teachers who asked to go to her dorm, but the girl waved them aside and continued her search. Finally, she went to the roof, something she was fearing to not go to. Because if Pyrrha was here, there could only be a few explanations, and most of them (Y/n) hated.

The redhead was there, sitting uncomfortably in the ground, and it didn’t take a genius to notice the jolts of crying and the whimpers that escaped. “Pyrrha…” The girl muttered, one of her favourite words. Pyrrha, hearing the girl’s soft voice, lifted her head. Though (Y/n) preferred she hadn’t, the sight of Pyrrha defeated was heart-breaking. (Y/n) simply kneeled in front of her and wiped her tears away. “I’m sorry.” Pyrrha muttered, chuckling sadly at the end. “I’m a mess.”

(Y/n) caressed the girl’s cheeks, like Pyrrha had once done before, and Pyrrha couldn’t fail to hide the satisfaction in her face.  “Why are you crying?” Pyrrha glanced at the floor. She was an honest woman, she always had been. “I like you (Y/n).” Pyrrha could feel the girl’s hands twitch and stop stroking, Pyrrha hated it. Hated that she might have scared the girl. “But it’s fine. I don’t need you to like me, I just couldn’t stay with you anymore while I carried these feelings. I’m sorry if I scared you, I completely understand if you don’t want to stay with me anymo-“ Pyrrha was so suddenly taken back when (Y/n) had smashed their lips together, so shyly but so full of passion. Pyrrha was scared that the girl might’ve been terrified of her, that’s what made her cry, but now… She realized she was being a fool, how could she not consider the other outcomes. She could feel the love that seeped through every embrace of their lips. And Pyrrha pulled her closer, the other girl cradling the redhead’s face.

They pulled away and (Y/n) laughed embarrassedly. “I like you too Pyrrha.”

Coco    

“On live TV?!” Velvet shrieked. The beret-wearing female gave her a mischievous grin and nodded proudly. Maybe she hadn’t thought of this properly, maybe she had rushed everything. The makeup artists attacking her face with powder and lipstick told her that she had other things to worry about. Her team, agreed more promptly. Though Coco was sure they didn’t disagree to confess her feelings to (Y/n), just that they were anxious about the way she was going to do it. On an interview.

Coco wasn’t famous per say, she was well known in Vale… and a bit in Vacuo.  But besides that, she wasn’t very special. Only her good looks, her charisma and her skills with her gun made her appear on the public eye as a celebrity. Which she regarded as bullshit.

“Coco. Think this properly…” Velvet tried. Fox stepped closer and rested a hand on his faunus teammate’s shoulder, shaking his head in a way of saying ‘she won’t change her mind.’, which Velvet knew pretty well. “Don’t worry bunny, I totally got this.” Coco confidently assured.

Yatsuhashi finally entered the room, his arms crossed and his expression serious. “(Y/n) is in the audience. I checked.” He then glanced at Coco whom smirked assuredly, and frowned only slightly. “Coco are you sure about this? If she feels pressured on live TV she… might turn you away.” He warned. “Yatsuhashi… I’m sure about this.” Coco’s smile was wiped off her face as she furrowed her brows, now with a stern expression.

The three teammates glanced at each other before sighing worriedly. “Coco Adel. The shooting is going to start in 5 minutes.” A crew member spoke, loudly and clearly pointing at the stage.

Coco glanced away and just for a second, she let out a shaky breath. “Wish me luck.” She pointed out to her friends as she stood from her chair. “Good luck Coco.” Fox replied, sending a weak smile to the leader. The girl nodded determinedly before walking on stage.

The man, sat on the other side of the stage, smiled encouragingly at her. Coco returned the smile, a bit more anxiously before sitting in the chair offered to her.

“I take it you’re nervous…” The man spoke quietly. Coco gazed at the audience, most of them weren’t paying attention since they weren’t shooting yet, but there was a familiar girl who sent her a small wave. And Coco couldn’t help it but gulp nervously. “Yes.” She replied, her eyes still on the girl.

“Is it your first time on live television?” Once again, Coco nodded. “Don’t fret about it kid, it happens to the best of us.” He chortled, and Coco clenched her hands as soon as the crew gathered around. “We’ll be live in 3-“ “Look sharp kid.” The man crossed his legs politely. “2-“ Coco saw (Y/n) jump in excitement. “1-“ She heard Velvet intake a big gulp of breath. “And we’re live!”

“Welcome everyone, I’m your everyday host Fimmy Jallon, and this is the Everyday Show!” The host presented. A loud cheer from the audience made Coco realize how real this was. “Today we have a very special guest from Beacon Academy. She’s a young girl, renowned throughout Vale as the leader of team CFVY, please welcome… Coco Adel!” Fimmy threw an open arm in her direction and as if a button had been pressed Coco’s confidence lifted only slightly. She waved and smiled.

“So, Coco you’ve recently finished a mission in the outskirts of town, am I right?” He asked, turning fully to the girl and sending her a soft nod. “Ah yes! Yes, we cleaned the area of infesting Grimms… Now the place is just like any other town.” Coco replied. Fimmy nodded happily as the crowd whooped at the good news. “And might I ask… how can you have such good teamwork and still not tell each other some secrets.” The host asked. And Coco took a while to stand confused.

“Excuse me?” The crowd then laughed in good-humour. Fimmy gave her a wink and turned to the audience. “Yatsuhashi… is your teammate, am I correct?” Coco hesitated to nod, peering at said boy backstage. The swordsman smirked at her roguishly and the girl jolted. “He told me something before we started shooting.” This time Finny spoke while glancing discretely at a certain girl. The girl was as confused as Coco, though everyone in the crowd seemed to know what was going on.

“Is (Y/n) (L/n) in the audience?” The man stood up, peeking between guests. (Y/n) slowly stood up, her hand lifting curiously up to her chest. Both Coco and (Y/n) exchanged looks, though Coco’s was more of an anxious one. “Could you come down here please?” The host fit his hands in his suit-pants’ pockets before sitting back down. As (Y/n) slowly went down the stairs, the audience cheered and shouted words of encouragement. The staff pulled another chair for the now timid girl.

“Please have a seat.” Fimmy spoke assuredly, tossing another of his grins to Coco. Her team seemed to be apprehensive but excited at the same time. The other girl hesitantly sat down at the presented chair… right next to Coco. “Nice to meet you.” The host shook the girl’s hand gently before facing the cameras.

“This is a very important moment to us here in the Everyday Show… as we constantly fight to express equality to everyone, this month we’re working on Pride.” At this, (Y/n) flinched. And the crowd applauded again. “Coco…” Fimmy turned maliciously towards the leader. “Do you have something to say to our young guest (Y/n)?” He asked, and all eyes were on Coco. The girl’s eyes shook, hands and lips trembling, but once she turned towards her die-hard fan her heart thumped and suddenly all her muscles relaxed. “(Y/n)… there’s something I need to tell you.” She started. And her team held their breaths. “For quite a while… since you first bumped into me…” The host literally had hearts in his eyes. “And we practiced with our guns… our common passion.” The audience couldn’t stand still, giddy with excitement. “I…” (Y/n)’s face scarlet, hands fidgeting around her lap as she gazed hopefully into Coco’s eyes.

“I love you.” Coco quickly squinted, hands cringing into fear as everything turned silent… even the universe. She peeked… and fully opened her eyes as soon as the other huntress-in-training stood up. She followed the girl’s figure until she stood in front of her, smile wide and red face.

The host did an intake of breath and her team jumped in delight. (Y/n) leaned down and crashed her lips into the leader. The crowd went wild with enthusiasm. “Oh my heaven!” Fimmy beamed at the camera. And as soon as the girl’s parted, both red in the face, the smaller girl grinned and touched Coco slightly on the arm. “I love you too.” She replied quietly.

No other interview went more viral than this one, as people jumped in joy and her team crowded around them for a group hug.

(Bonus: “Holy shit! This ain’t happening!” Yang screamed as she couldn’t even finish her burrito. Team RWBY crowded around the small television before gasping in unison. “She isn’t-“ “I can’t believe it.” “Yes! I knew it!” And in the other room RWBY could hear JNPR freaking out louder.)    

Velvet    

Velvet was always sure that her friends knew more about her than she knew herself. And this was one of those times… “Velvet, darling. Everyone already knows… except her. You got to tell her today.” Coco yawned tiredly. It was night, the time where most teams were asleep. Though, team RWBY, JNPR, CFVY and SSSN – who they were going to meet later –, were actually going to help out (Y/n). Today was the day of her hearing, or interrogation as you would call it. After the events that happened, the local police were very concerned.

It wasn’t a big deal, but Velvet insisted that (Y/n) would appreciate the help.

“I don’t know…” Velvet timidly shook her head. Fox approached the duo before sighing. “Not all of us are going to come. Yatsu and Coco have to go to sleep since they have an important mission tomorrow.” Fox pointed out. Velvet nodded thoughtfully, since Coco had told her this already, but she was thinking more about the rest of the teams. Who was going to come? It was late after all…

“Thanks for coming with me Fox.” Velvet smiled at the blind teammate. “I’m (Y/n)’s friend too.” He replied. “Okay you two, time to go. The meeting is going to be soon, you don’t want to be late.” Yatsuhashi spoke, already in his pyjamas as he glanced at Coco. The leader nodded and threw herself into her bed. Yatsuhashi joining the girl in the same bed.

Velvet had yet to get used to her team’s relationship.  “Don’t take too long sweet-cheeks.” Coco winked at Fox and the boy smirked joyously. Their very amorous and more-than-two relationship.

Fox lead Velvet out as team RWBY and team JNPR were chatting up a storm. Or to be more precise, Yang and Blake, and Pyrrha and Jaune. “I just hope the police understand what happened.” Blake replied to something Jaune had said.

As the bunny-faunus and her blind teammate approached, both couples turned towards them. “What about the rest?” Velvet asked curiously with a tinge of worry. “Ruby and Weiss aren’t here today, they flew to Atlas a few minutes ago.” Yang explained. “Nora and Ren are too exhausted to move due to their cooking/fighting training.” Pyrrha embarrassedly replied. “Yeah, that wasn’t good.” Jaune added.

“Well… we should start heading for the police station. SSSN said they’ll meet us there.” Fox suggested, and as soon as they headed out, the broken moon lit up the streets.

The conversation between each duo turned from humorous to serious. Soon they were discussing about (Y/n)’s future, mental state and even worse… her background.

“I never heard her mention anything from where she came from.” Yang implied, her strong arm around her partner. Blake gave a ‘hmm’ before nodding to Velvet. “She didn’t, did she?” Blake asked, and Velvet, as they walked, shook her head sadly. She thought that maybe (Y/n) didn’t trust her enough to tell her this stuff, or maybe she just didn’t trust anyone…

“Don’t worry Velvet. I’m sure she’ll tell you one day.” Pyrrha assured the girl, which in return gave her a weak smile. More than anything, she was just terrified of what will become of the alcoholic girl. And if she this was really the time to confess.

“Oh my god!” Jaune screamed. “Get a room!” Yang laughed as Blake groaned. Once Velvet looked up again, she saw a flustered Sun and Neptune, discretely on an alley, probably making out before anyone had pointed out. “Wow! H-Hey everyone.” Sun scratched his cheek before leading Neptune to the group.

“We kinda got side tracked…” Neptune replied, blushing furiously. Velvet giggled quietly. “We noticed.” Fox muttered. And once again, they were on track. With Sun’s and Neptune’s company, the walk there was happier. The police station was only a few feet away, but Velvet could already see (Y/n) waiting patiently outside, a cigarette in her lips.

“Yo! (Y/n)!” Sun shouted, as Blake quieted him down due to how late it was. The girl looked up quickly and took the fag out of her mouth, flicking it to the side before walking towards them. “Hey guys. Thanks for coming.” She replied, her voice low and cold. Velvet couldn’t help but feel worried.

Fox was the first to catch up with the girl and the situation. And as so, (Y/n) explained what was going on. “So, you’ve done this before?” Jaune asked. “Yes, but… alone.” She nodded, eyeing the floor with more interest. The group exchanged worried glances as Velvet sent a soft smile towards the other girl. Who smiled back with a hinted sadness.

“Should we go then?” Velvet suggested as all of them agreed. As they walked inside, the warmth of the small station made Velvet feel strangely welcomed. “Hey kid…. You know you need to stop being a regular here.” The police guard joked, his partner sat on the desk with a notepad.

Almost everyone in the group took a hesitated step back as (Y/n) rolled her eyes. “Yeah… guess I like it here. It’s warmer.” She replied. Velvet saw the small tinge of worried look that the officer tried to hide, but she was more focused on the way that the other officer was scribbling madly.

“You know how this goes… The usual.” The one at the desk murmured, his voice raspy and uncomfortable. “No partner. This time she has friends to help her out, this will be faster than before.” The one standing up approached the group and sent them all a smile, which was returned only by a few.

“So… what did you do this time?” He asked and Velvet dreaded a bit. (Y/n) could have killed a person before and this would be normal again, or this could be her first and she would probably suffer a way worse punishment than she ever did before… Velvet didn’t know which was worse. “I… I killed someone.” At that, both guards’ gazes fell on the smoker. And by the look of everyone in the group, everyone was terrified of what would happen. “(Y/n)… You know last time-“ “I know what happened last time.” (Y/n) rudely interrupted the officer, who was far more worried than angry.

“If you need to talk to us…” The other officer trailed off, eyeing the girl as a father would. “I’m fine.” The girl once again rudely replied. “S-She was just trying to protect me. They were bad people.” Velvet desperately tried, and both the officers and the taller girl glanced her way. “Did they hurt you?” The officer who had first approached them asked. Velvet nodded slowly as she could feel Blake’s and Sun’s figure straightening slightly. The only other faunus in the group.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” The one who started writing down on the notepad asked, his eyes downcast and serious. “Velvet… Scarlatina.” He once again scribbled something down. “Could you two come with me?” He asked, standing up as he glanced from Velvet to (Y/n).

Both followed as the group was left behind with the other officer. The three entered a small room, with no windows and only a table with two chairs. The officer went back slightly, and brought another chair into the mix. When he closed the door, both girls sat down. Though Velvet saw how uncomfortable (Y/n) was, in a way, it felt like the girl had done this before and didn’t like it very much. Velvet wasn’t any better either.

“So, can you describe to me how did they hurt you Velvet?” The officer sat down, sympathetically looking over to the faunus girl. And as the events were retold, the officer took notes. (Y/n) replied with as few words as she could, lowering in her seat as she glared at the officer. Velvet on the other hand, was worriedly trying to remember everything, sending concerned glances at the girl and nervously sweating once the spotlight was on her again.

As time passed, Velvet yawned tiredly and the girl beside her sat upright, glimpsing at Velvet more attentively. The officer suggested going to grab a few cups of coffee, and with a nod from (Y/n), he was gone, door closed. This was Velvet’s chance.

“(Y/n).” Velvet called, but the girl was already looking over at her. The faunus blushed awkwardly at the attention as the taller smiled gently. “Tired huh?” Velvet nodded. “…Sorry to drag into this.” (Y/n) apologized, her gaze falling back to the greyish table. “N-No! You didn’t! I was the one who dragged into this, if you didn’t help me, none of this would’ve happened.” Velvet jumped, brandishing her hands around as if pushing away the excuses. “If I didn’t help you they would’ve hurt you.” (Y/n) replied, eyes turning back to the girl’s face.

“I would have done it all over again if it meant you were okay.” She continued. Velvet admired the girl’s face, scanning over every line, her bangs, her glaring eyes, her scarred lips… “I really like you (Y/n).” Velvet muttered, and the other girl’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “You like me?” She asked. And Velvet almost choked on her own breathing, realizing she had just said it all of a sudden. “Oh no, it was just the spur of the moment! I’m so sorry, It’s not like that, I mean… I do like you, and not the like way… But the like-like way. But it will never happen because you wouldn’t like someone like me-“ It was all it took. All it took for Velvet to shut up with her stuttering and adorable mess. A kiss, a small gentle meeting of lips. (Y/n) was quick to push way, considerate to Velvet’s feelings about it. But once they both locked eyes again, Velvet speechless, (Y/n) chuckled.

“Of course I like-like you.” She replied, and Velvet could feel her heart do a backflip.

Penny    

Penny was excited. She was never really a shy girl, rather bold even… but maybe that was her curiosity talking. But sometimes she wanted to be more human, and do more human stuff. That’s why she saw a ton of romance movies last night, she wanted to understand what this feeling was, and now that (Y/n) was spending the day with her, Penny couldn’t be happier.

“Yeah, now you just go up and there’s the secret room.” Penny instructed, pointing out to the screen as the soldier girl focused on the game. She did that adorable thing that some humans do, putting their tongue out when they were focused. Penny found it irresistible. “Ooooh! I can’t believe I missed that.” (Y/n) muttered impressed. She then glanced at Penny and smiled, turning back to the game while both sat crossed leg on the carpeted floor.

“(Y/n). Can I ask you something?” “Yeah sure Penny, what is it?” The girl still absorbed by the videogame. “Have you ever been in love?” (Y/n) jolted before stopping the game abruptly. “W-What?” “I asked if you have ever been in love.” Penny’s head tilted curiously. She was genuinely curious. “I-I think so… I mean, there is someone I like.” Penny’s eyes widened a bit. And before she could ask any more questions, the soldier quirked an eyebrow. “Why are you asking me this Penny? Are you in love?” Penny thoughtfully gazed into (Y/n)’s eyes, whose cheeks were turning redder by the minute. “I believe so.” Penny replied truthfully, hands grasping her own skirt. Was she nervous after all?

“Who?... If you don’t mind me asking.” (Y/n) bashfully gazed at the floor, hands fidgeting uncertainly. Penny couldn’t think as properly as she had before, maybe it was the sudden change of mood, maybe it was the urge to grab (Y/n)’s hands and kiss her… maybe it was the way Penny had nudged closer. “S-Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked… It’s your personal life.” (Y/n) mumbled, eyes peeking at Penny. The robot girl knew it was now or never, she had gotten this far, no way to back down.

“I’m only a soldier anyways…” “I’m in love with you (Y/n).” “Yeah, good for them… they must be lucky.” “No (Y/n). It’s you.” “Ugh, I’m really so-“ The soldier stopped, eyes darting back to find Penny’s. “Wait. Me?” Penny nodded, a wide smile in her face. They both stared at each other for a bit, comfortably close as their knees touched. Game forgotten, (Y/n) rubbed her own arm. “Can I kiss you?” She asked, and Penny laughed cutely before leaping to take the girl’s lips.

Both connected by mouth, Penny grasping the girl’s face as (Y/n) wrapped two arms around Penny’s waist. “Who do you love?” Penny broke the kiss quickly, eyes searching for something in the soldier girl’s expression. (Y/n) pulled Penny into another kiss before giggling between flutters of lips. “You, silly.”

Cinder    

Cinder was trying. For someone who hates practical work, Cinder was running around like a maniac, stressing over so quickly. Emerald and Mercury knew when not to ask, and this was one of those times, so they left Cinder to panic by herself. The woman was frantically trying to corner (Y/n). The pre-teacher who was trying her best to avoid her.

Cinder had to talk to her, had to tell her the truth, she couldn’t even fucking sleep due to the guilt. And after a few tries, Cinder was sure she looked like a mess. The weird glances she got from students meant she was right.

Cinder carefully stepped inside a bathroom, making sure no one was inside. Thankfully this was the bathroom at the end of the rumoured haunted hallway, so she was sure no one was going to interrupt her small little meltdown. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Cinder complained to herself, her voice echoing around the room. She carefully washed her face and retouched her make-up, fixing her uniform so she looked presentable.

A sudden open of the door startled Cinder, though she failed to admit it. Glancing up at the door, she almost gasped. (Y/n) stared at her in a mixture of anger and horror, ready to bolt outside and run. But Cinder reached her first, grasping her back as soon at the girl had turned. Pathetically, she buried her face into the girl’s warm body.

“Cinder. Let go of me.” (Y/n) was clutching the frame of the door, trying her best not to violently push Cinder off. The ex-criminal shook her head slowly, failing to even look up.

“Look. I just want you to listen to me.” She tried, and surprisingly Cinder could feel (Y/n) relax slightly. Cinder pulled back as the girl faced her, closing the door behind her. (Y/n) vulgarly avoided Cinder’s eyes.

“I know Roman. I was a criminal once, I’ve killed a lot of people.” Cinder confessed, though she was sure (Y/n) knew that. And as so the girl glowered at her, angered that she had the nerve to even mention that to her. “But I was forced to it.” (Y/n) scoffed rudely. “Yeah right.” She crossed her arms. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to be threaten to lose everything? To suffer something worse than death?!” Cinder quickly lost her temper, and another familiar glare from the other woman made her realize that.

“I just wanted to live. I didn’t want to kill anyone, but then I got used to it, and I thought that maybe this is what I was born to do. So, I just… pretended to enjoy it so at least I would enjoy my life.” Cinder fumbled with her next words, something she never thought would ever happen. “I met Emerald, then Mercury. I might not show it much but I do care about them. I didn’t want them to live what I did. So I ran, I ran away from the witch-“ “…Salem…” “I needed to find a way to live a normal life again, so I went back to work with Roman, doing the only thing I knew how to. After gaining some money to support the kids and me I managed to get into this school.” (Y/n) was now watching her, gaze softer and arms relaxed.

“You need to understand… I just wanted them to have a normal life. They suffered enough.” Cinder spoke, voice cracking slightly. (Y/n) silently approached the woman. “Why are you telling me all of this?” Her voice was low, and Cinder couldn’t meet her eyes. “Because I fucking like you!” Cinder failed to control the tone of her voice, sounding angry. The other tensed a bit, but still… she didn’t take a step back. “Geez… wasn’t I obvious enough?” Cinder clenched her hands, and (Y/n) stepped closer.

“I thought… you were just playing with me.” “Ah yes, because running around like a lunatic means I’m just ‘playing around’.” Cinder sarcastically replied, glancing up and seeing the half-smile the woman sent, along with a roll of eyes.

“Stop being so dramatic…” (Y/n) leaned so carefully that Cinder thought it was mistake. That was until their lips met and (Y/n) pulled her closer. It was almost like fire with fire, Cinder couldn’t help herself but fight for supremacy. (Y/n) wouldn’t quit too, how stubborn both were, that it quickly turned into an intense make out session.

“You know, I prefer when you’re feisty.” Cinder mumbled between the intimacy. (Y/n) snickered before dragging a finger along Cinder’s back. “I like you too.”

Emerald    

Emerald was smart, or at least she liked to think of herself as such. And (Y/n) was… not so smart. It was at these moments where Mercury stifled laughter and Emerald died of embarrassment, that she realized how dense (Y/n) actually was.

“You know… You’re not that bad. There’s plenty of other fishes in the sea.” Emerald encouraged the depressed girl. (Y/n) shook her head sadly before whimpering, pulling her knees closer to her chest. Mercury grinned at Emerald as soon as they locked eyes, but with a quick glare Mercury scowled at the smaller girl, sat in the corner of the room.

“Look. If they left you that means they’re a fucking asshole and they’re the ones losing.” Mercury brushed (Y/n)’s hair with a soft hand, the girl pouted but looked up at both of her friends, dry tears at the corner of her eyes.

“But why? I thought I was doing good…” Emerald frowned, hating to see (Y/n) like this. She took a deep breath and glanced at Mercury. They both exchanged a look before Mercury finally got it, nodding smugly and smiling at the sobbing girl. “I’m going to get some ice cream for you, just wait here.” He stood up and left, sending a subtle wink towards Emerald. One (Y/n) saw. There they go again… I wish I had a relationship like theirs. And she snivelled once again, in a mix of jealousy and sadness.

Emerald rolled her eyes at Mercury’s antics before coming closer towards the broken-hearted girl. “You’re amazing, you know that right?” She muttered, resting a hand on the girl’s knee. (Y/n) softened her look, gazing at Emerald with a soft smile. “Thanks Em… Mercury is so lucky.” She replied. Emerald furrowed an eyebrow at this. “What do you mean?” She wished it wasn’t because (Y/n) was actually interest in Mercury, but it would make a lot of sense now that she thought about it.

“You’re so kind and gentle, and he’s lucky to have such an amazing girlfriend like you.” (Y/n) threw her eyes somewhere else, noticing how her cheeks flushed sheepishly. Emerald was still processing what she said and when she finally put the pieces together, she cringed from head to toe, red from the compliments and a bit green from disgust. “WHAT?! No- Me and Mercury are not- Oh god ew!” Emerald leaned on the smaller girl so she wouldn’t fall from laughter. “Jesus… (Y/n), me and Mercury are not a thing. He’s just a friend.” (Y/n) shocked and embarrassed glanced at the green-haired girl, her mouth in a shape of a surprised ‘O’. “B-But I thought with all that flirting-“ “That wasn’t flirting, he’s just teasing me, he loves irritating me.” “But the winks and the glances…?” “(Y/n). We’re not. He’s like a brother to me. Besides, I have my eyes on someone else.” Emerald flirted, winking at the smaller girl. And once again, (Y/n)’s eyes widened, cheeks flushed as she hid her face into her hands. “I’m so sorry Emerald. God, I’m so stupid…” She apologized. “But… who are you interested in then?” (Y/n) peeked, her face still scarlet. Emerald groaned annoyed and rolled her eyes, she impatiently grabbed (Y/n)’s hands and pushed them away from her face. It was too quick for anyone to be able to react, all (Y/n) could do was squeal like a little girl… that was before she was muted by a pair of lips. Emerald’s kiss was rough, full of desire, like she had waited to long for it to be fair. (Y/n) really didn’t know what to do, she was in a state of shock. The taller girl pulled away, sighing before glaring at (Y/n) playfully.

“Yes, you are an idiot sometimes… How can you not see when someone’s flirting with you?!” Emerald asked, still annoyed by all of this. Though she couldn’t hide the tug on her lips, making her smile quite a bit. Her lips were way softer than I expected. (Y/n) broke, she was still gazing at Emerald, but her mouth was still agape with the flavour of Emerald’s lips. She was as red as a tomato, and in a state of shock. “I-I-I-I-“ She was a stammering mess. “C-can we do that again…?” Emerald grinned haughtily before leaning in, this time softer.

Neopolitan    

Okay… One thing Neo enjoyed was horror movies, she absolutely loved those gory messes and generic jump-scares. One thing Neo did not like was a screaming Roman clinging onto you for dear life. Well, to be honest you weren’t any better, denying that you were scared was cute, but Neo was starting to get jealous of you hiding your face into Roman’s embrace.

Today was Friday, Friday the 13   th      to be exact. Where people celebrate some sort of Halloween-eve since it was so nearby, and Neo was all for it. So, the three of you grabbed a huddle of blankets and set it around the couch, compromising into a horror movie to watch. Neo had to admit, IT wasn’t that scary.

“Holy shit! I’m never going to look at a clown the same way ever again!” Roman shrieked, pulling you closer towards him as he wide-eyed gazed at the TV. Neo clicked her tongue mutely, this was getting ridiculous… She wanted to be the one that you hugged when you stubbornly denied the fear. “It’s not real. This is all really stupid.” Your voice broke mid-sentence, peeking ever so slightly at the TV before burying your face into Roman’s chest.

Another jump-scare came on as both of you squealed. Neo rolled her eyes before standing up. “Neo where you going? Don’t leave us alone!” Roman called, but Neo waved him off. “I’m just going to get a cup of water.” She replied. She could hear both of you screech once again as a loud sound from the TV echoed around the dark room. Damn it, why does Roman have to be such a cry-baby…

“Neo. Are you okay?” You asked. The kitchen was lighter in contrast with the dark living room, as she saw Roman shiver and hide his face in the arm of the sofa. She glanced at you, following her inside the kitchen while you pulled a large blanket closer to you. Neo smiled, recognized how cute you could be before opening the fridge for the water bottle.

She nodded as she grabbed a glass and poured the icy water inside. “Are you enjoying the movie?” You asked, cuddling with the blanket. Neo felt an urge to hug you but decided not to as she closed the fridge and drank the water. She leaned on the counter and gazed at you. “Yeah. It’s pretty good.” She replied. You gave her a soft chuckle that Neo almost melted upon and walked closer to her.

“Roman probably broke one or two of my ribs.” Neo laughed and took another gulp avoiding your eyes as soon as she remembered the way you both were embracing. “Though I figured you were one to not get scared by silly movies like these.” You muttered, pulling the blanket a bit down. Neo had a sudden chill, it was cold today. And due to a misbehaving heater, the house was quite cold. That’s why you all agreed to a bunch of blankets. She rubbed her arms and set the water down. Not to mention she had such a summery pyjama and was drinking ice cold water.

You noticed this, and with a hidden grin you approached the girl. “Cold, are we?” You asked, and before Neo could reply, you attacked her with a big hug as you wrapped her in your blanket. Neo couldn’t think for a second but decided to do what a normal person would and wrapped her smaller arms around your torso.

A sudden spark between you two, both of you could feel as you jolted ever so slightly and Neo’s shivers became more violent for other reasons. “Hey… how close are you and Roman?” Neo asked, gazing at the old-painted wall of the kitchen. Neo could feel your breath near her ear and she almost squealed in delight. “We’ve been friends since we were children. He’s like my younger brother…” You recounted and Neo felt relieved.

“But why are you asking? Are you feeling left out?” You continued, parting a bit so you could glance at Neo, whom avoided your gaze altogether. She did pull you closer though, hiding half of her face into your chest. Wow, she’s really small… how cute. “Do you like someone?” Neo asked, avoiding the question. You thought a bit about it and nodded indifferently. “Yeah.” You answered, teasingly brushing a bit of Neo’s hair away from the back of her neck, she shivered under your touch.

“Me too.” Neo blushed ever so slightly. You gazed more affectionately at her before leaning down a bit at her height, where she was forced to meet your eye. “Well, the person I like is being very jealous and shy. And I find it really cute.” You smirked, and she quirked an eyebrow at you. Her fingers seem to draw a line on your sides, your eyes turning darker and more seductive. You leaned ever so close, eyes peeking at her lips as she did the same.

“The person I like keeps teasing me and doesn’t just do it.” Neo replied, almost impatiently tilting her head towards you. You smiled and traced a hand around her chin, finally leading her forwards as both of your lips met. So softly as both of you experienced parting away and joining back together, each time more passionately. Roman’s sobs were drowned by the mix of both of your giggles and interrupted moans.

(Bonus: “Hey guys! Bring me a glass of water as well!” “…” “G-Guys?”)  

 Glynda    

Ozpin had told her that she was changing, for the better or for the worse Glynda didn’t know. Ironwood hadn’t noticed, but when Oz had mentioned it Ironwood immediately agreed. Glynda wasn’t so happy about that, although it might’ve been just her stubbornness talking.

“Yeah. They’re right… Something about you has changed.” You added, resting a finger to your chin in thought. Glynda huffed and wrinkled her nose, crossing her arms in a non-amused way. You let out a small chuckle before returning to cleaning your weapon. “But what is it? No one has told me yet what is different about me.” She familiarly glared at the morning sun, like she does every morning. You simply shrugged, polishing the remains of the dust.

“I wouldn’t know,” You then glanced at her, stuffing the handkerchief into your pocket. “but if I did… I don’t think I would tell you.” She looked insulated for a minute before she recollected herself, pouting only slightly. “And why not?” You brushed your hands in the texture of your clothing, taking then a few steps towards the teacher. “Well, you seem happier. If I did know what was causing this and then I told you what it was… I think that would reduce the effect.” “That’s preposterous.” “That’s a hypothesis.” She glared at you with a tinge of annoyance before groaning and turning away from your burning gaze.

“But I do wonder.” You laughed, following her slowly as she swaggered around the couch and sat down. “You wonder too much.” She grumbled, swinging a leg over the other. You stood behind her, feeling like you really wanted to wrap her in a hug. “That’s my nature.” “If I’m being honest, you’re the one who has changed.” “Oh?” You replied amused. “You’re showing a lot of expressions lately.” She leaned her head back so she could glance at you. To her surprise, you were rather close, a smirk dancing on your lips as you gazed at her flustered face. “Only with you.” You replied.

She bit her bottom lip. “Such honour…” She teased, her temperature betraying her confidence as she heated up. Your smile widened as you got closer. “Yes, it is an honour I don’t grant many.” Glynda hesitated, she frowned slightly before pulling her head back, glancing at the TV in front. You wondered if you did something bad… Maybe flirting wasn’t the best option.

“Hey…” You called, but Glynda simply rubbed her arms closer and looked away. “Is something wrong?” “No.” You peeked at her but all she did was avoid your line of sight. “Look. I need to talk to you.” She started, her shoulders turning stiff. You worriedly gulped before walking around the sofa and seating beside her. Something must be wrong.

She finally met you eye and smiled weakly. “Glynda… you’re scaring me.” She remained silent for a while and only took an audible breath once you reached for her hands, squeezing them in reassurance that you were listening. “Do you know why I’ve so happy lately?” She asked, and you furrowed your eyebrows at her. “Didn’t we establish this already… I really don’t know.” “(Y/n).” She warned you, and for some reason you zipped your mouth shut. Maybe I’m just supposed to listen. “I’ve been so happy because I found someone.” She turned her gaze at the floor, lips and hands trembling. “I’ve found someone who I cherish more than my own life.” She continued. “I’ve found someone who I love with all my heart.” She locked eyes with you, and they seemed to be screaming desperately. “Glynda I-“ “I found you. You (Y/n)! I fell in love with you.” She stopped, and you stood there, hands still in hers and eyes wide. “I know this is stupid,” She shivered before pulling her hands away. “and you probably hate me after how I treated you.” You quickly snapped out of your shock and grasped her running hands, pulling them close to your lap.

And you both met eyes again, her breath itched as she fought some sort of bitter tears. You shook your head, soft eyes gazing at her own as you rubbed circles on the back of her hand. “Not stupid at all. In fact,” You leaned closer, and her form tensed again. “I’m glad you told me first. I was kind of scared of telling you first and then you would slap me.” You laughed. She chuckled brokenly and short before throwing her arms around you and pulling you into a kiss. You really couldn’t think after that, but Glynda laughed uncharacteristically as she pecked your lips over and over. You struggled to keep up with her enthusiasm but soon you laughed with her as you exchanged sloppy but happy kisses.

Winter    

“James. She’s waking up!” Qrow called, his voice raspier than usual. Ironwood and his most trusted soldier Winter rushed inside the medical room. Ironwood quickly let out a sigh of relief as soon as your bright eyes opened. Winter did the same, but she kept her distance as she thought Ironwood should be the first to greet you, given how he was your father.

“Oh god, I’m so glad you’re alive.” Ironwood’s voice broke with fatigue and early grief. All three of them smiled as you took a deep breath after a big slumber. But even so, you winced once you felt your stomach hurt like it had been ripped open. “Careful there panther. You got really messed up and the stitches are still healing.” Qrow chuckled and you smiled at his tone. As soon as you glanced around at Winter you remembered what happened. “Oh…” You muttered, and Ironwood exchanged a look with Winter.

“I’m sorry guys.” “No no sweetie don’t apologize.” Your father pushed a messy strand of hair away from your face, affectionately caressing your cheek in the midst of it. “Yeah, it wasn’t your fault.” Qrow added. Winter thought of the pain you must have felt, the pain she herself felt as soon as the bullet lodged itself into your ribcage. She rubbed her arm in shame. I really couldn’t do anything.

“Everyone must think I’m a monster.” You met her eye and looked away. Winter frowned. “No one thinks you’re a monster.” Ironwood replied. Qrow glanced at the way Winter was behaving and nudged Ironwood. The general carefully analysed the scene, and sighed contently. “Look, me and Qrow are going to have a talk with the doctor.” He then glanced at Winter. “Winter, keep an eye on (Y/n).” “Yes sir.” She replied gloomily. And both left, leaving you alone with the Schnee.

Silence quickly overcame the room. She was the first to fixate on you. “I’m sorry.” She mumbled. You stared at her as she quickly turned away, continuously rubbing her arm. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.” You blinked at her before sitting upright, ignoring the pain in your stomach. “You can’t apologize,” She peeked at you before returning to peer at the same corner. “it’s my fault this happened. If I wasn’t so…” You trailed off and Winter swiftly snapped her head towards you, a look of guilt in her face. “It’s not-“ “Disgusting-“ “(Y/n), you’re not.” She bravely approached you, but you simply flinched. Her shoulders rose as she fought the urge to embrace you, she halted. “You’re amazing and beautiful.” You whimpered at her words and hugged yourself as you began sobbing. “I’m not Winter. I’m a creepy experiment.” “(Y/n)…” “I’m a monster that doesn’t deserve love.” You cried. “You are not-“ “I’M A GRIMM WINTER!” You roared, your eyes turning bright red before returning to their normal colour, tears dropping gently. Winter, with a hand levitating in mid-air, clenched her teeth. I want her to see how amazing she is, but I can’t seem to do anything again.

You sobbed, curling into a ball as the pain in your stomach was overpowered by the pain in your heart. Winter took a deep breath and gulped dryly. She approached you and sat near you, at the edge of the bed. “(Y/n), you’re not a Grimm. You’re a smart young girl capable of making anyone smile.” She reached for another strand of your hair and tucked it behind your ear. Your heart thumped as you peered at her. “Your father loves you so much. Qrow does too.” She gazed at you with so much affection that you thought you might be dreaming. Her fingers traced around your cheek, then your jaw. She finally stopped near your lips.

You swallowed. “I…” She tried, leaning in forwards. You breathed carefully before tilting your head towards her, you were sure you wanted this as much as her. “I love you so much it hurts.” She passionately gazed at your eyes, wavering as her finger pulled you more to her. And before you could reply, she lastly had the daring to crash her lips into yours, fervently kissing you as you returned the same emotion. “Winter… I’m sorry you had to fall in love with someone like me.” You spoke mid kiss. She pecked your lips again and smiled. “But I love you too.” You continued, kissing her again.

(Bonus: “Oh my god. They did it, they kissed.” Qrow yelled across the hallway. “I’m so proud of my baby girl!” James cheered. The doctor shook his head as he felt embarrassed at this two middle aged men’s outburst.)