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kiss-me-cill-me · 4 months

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Gravity Wins

Pairing: Robert Capa x Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: The walls around here are too thin, and Capa can't seem to mind his own business.

Warnings: Smut, changes to several minor aspects of canon, alcohol/drinking (not related to the smut), mentions of vibrators, sexual frustration, masturbation (f), slight voyeurism, teasing, biting, quiet sex, and my obvious fixation on Capa's arms

A/N: In the words of Jayne Cobb... I'll be in my bunk. This was the winner of my "Bad Summary WIPs" poll. I had originally intended for "Gravity Wins" to be a working title that I would change later, but uh, it did win, so I'm keeping it lol. Happy Capa Month! 🥰

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

Life aboard Icarus II had its charms. The views were unlike anything else; the oxygen garden was truly breathtaking; and the ship itself was pleasantly quaint, in a close-knit kind of way. Most of the time, at least. Sometimes, that same pleasant quaintness had a habit of dissolving into claustrophobia; the tight quarters and lack of privacy suddenly surrounding you on all sides.

That’s why it was important to find small moments of joy where you could, to pass the time. And that’s why you were currently in the canteen, with Cassie and Corazon squeezed in on either side of you, passing around a bottle of contraband vodka.

It was cheap stuff; strawberry flavored. Not necessarily what you would have picked to drink, but beggars couldn’t be choosers and Cassie - god love her - had always had terrible taste in booze. Still, it got the job done. And getting to spend a night gossiping and getting a little tipsy every once in a while was just enough to break up the daily routine and keep the three of you from going mad.

Only three months into the mission, and your one bottle was already two-thirds empty. It was going to be a long flight.

“Y’know what I miss?” Cassie sighed, shoulders loose as she passed the bottle over to you. “Pizza.”

You took a swig - the cheap, artificial taste of fruit mixing terribly with the burn of alcohol - and passed the bottle on. Corazon slouched forward on the table.

“Don’t talk about food, Cassie. Please,” she whined.

It wasn’t as if you were starving, but the bare-bones, monotonous rotation of meals you all ate while onboard the ship left a lot to be desired. You could feel your mouth watering just at the thought of something besides the same old efficient, nutritionally-dense meals you’d been eating for weeks now.

“I miss ice cream,” you jumped in.

Corazon groaned and took a sip of the vodka, rubbing her head.

“Enough already,” she begged.

“Fine then, Cora - what do you miss?” asked Cassie, reaching across your little circle to take the bottle back. She tipped it against her lips, taking a quick sip.

“My vibrator,” answered the biologist.

You and Cassie burst into laughter; high-pitched giggles bouncing off the walls of the cramped space.

“I’m serious,” laughed Cora, nudging your shoulder.

“Oh, I believe you - I miss mine, too,” Cassie admitted.

You hummed in agreement. It was a long journey, and until you’d stepped foot on the ship, you really hadn’t anticipated all the small comforts of home you would miss. If getting off could be considered a comfort.

“Here’s the real question though,” said Cassie, pointing the bottle at each of you in turn. “Would you fuck any of the guys?”

“On the ship?” you asked.

“You see any other guys around?” Cassie laughed.

You joined her, feeling the hot flush of alcohol rise on your cheeks.

“What about Mace?” Cora offered.

“Too angry.” Cassie scrunched her nose.

“Sure, he’s hot-headed - but with guys, sometimes that means he’s a good fuck.”

Another round of laughter echoed after Corazon’s remark.

“Harvey?” you suggested, narrowing your eyes. Watching to see if either of the other women’s faces betrayed a genuine reaction.

“Kind of stuck-up,” Cora commented.

The group agreed, and lapsed into silence. The bottle made another round, and you felt yourself starting to tip past the point of a slight buzz.

“How ‘bout Capa?” Cassie asked.

“Maybe if he wasn’t such a dick,” Cora scoffed.

You snorted, then scrambled to control your expression.

“I think he’s kinda hot,” Cassie ventured.

A chorus of oooohs made their way around the table; Cassie waving them off.

“But I wouldn’t sleep with him,” she insisted. “Seems like the kind of guy to make himself come and then roll over.”

Corazon laughed sharply and then turned to face you.

“What about you, huh?” she asked, voice lowering. “Would you let Capa teach you all about physics and where he can stick ‘em?”

Before you had a chance to tease Cora about being so buzzed that she couldn’t even come up with a half-sensical sex joke about physics, the party was broken up by the arrival of a fourth person. Speak of the devil himself.

Capa glanced over at the three of you as he walked in, pausing to quietly open a cupboard and pull something out. Cora ignored him. Cassie took a swig of the vodka. And you quickly averted your eyes, looking down at your lap as your face burned.

“What are you all giggling about?” Capa droned.

“Nothing,” Cora snapped, a little harsher than was necessary.

Capa’s eyes narrowed, landing on the vodka. There was a moment of rigid silence.

“You know there’d be trouble if the captain found out about that,” he commented.

It wasn’t exactly a threat, but it wasn’t exactly a harmless observation either. Cassie stood up and slouched over to him, pressing the bottle against his chest. You were watching out of the corner of your eye, still too embarrassed to meet anyone’s gaze.

“But you wouldn’t tell on us - right, Capa?” Cassie asked sweetly.

She was a little too drunk for her own good, and you felt a quick bolt of tension in your stomach. Capa gave each of you a questioning look, impossible to tell what he was thinking as he backed off and walked out the way he’d come in.

“Just keep it down in here,” he muttered.

Once he was out of earshot, Cassie sat down, and the three of you shared a shy laugh of relief. Corazon instantly broke the tension.

“See? What’d I say? He’s a dick.”

The next morning, you woke up groggier than you should have. After Capa’s interruption, the vodka bottle was quickly put away, hidden in Cassie’s bunk for another night. You hadn’t really had too much to drink, but the minor shame of getting caught mixed with the shitty vodka was enough to make you feel thrown off.

You shuffled out of bed, slipping into a pair of sandals after pulling on your pants. You shrugged into a shirt and ran a tired hand over your face.

On your way to the bathroom, Harvey stopped you. You only had the energy to listen to about half of what he was saying, still feeling grumpy and with a sour taste in your mouth. He was talking to you about some report; asking why it hadn’t been submitted in triplicate. You clenched your jaw, really not having the patience to deal with him right now.

You promised Harvey you’d re-file your report, and walked away before he could rope you into any more conversation. Cora’s assessment of him was accurate, you thought. Stuck-up.

As you walked, your thoughts wandered back to how the night had ended. Or, more accurately, to what had happened just before you’d been interrupted by the very topic of your conversation. Capa. You had been about to open your mouth to answer Cora’s question about him… or, not answer. You had actually been planning to make a joke and shift the attention away from yourself, specifically so that you wouldn’t have to give a straight yes or no. Because, of course, you didn’t want either of the other girls to know-

“Hey, wait up!”

A voice behind you caused you to jump. You turned to see Cassie, already catching up behind you, oddly chipper considering that she’d been the one drinking more of the vodka than anybody last night.

“Hey, Cas.”

She fell into step beside you, easily keeping up with your sluggish pace. You tried to straighten up and match her energy, but it was hard to when all you wanted to do was crawl back in bed.

“Harvey just stopped me in the hallway,” Cassie told you. “Said something about getting you to file a report? I just wanted to warn you; he seemed pissed.”

Great - now Harvey was sending your friends after you.

“Yeah, we already talked about it,” you muttered.

“You okay?” Cassie asked. “You look miserable.”

You felt miserable. And not just because of last night. For the past few weeks, you’d felt off. Moody. Unfocused. You'd been trying to push through it, but you felt yourself losing ground, and you were frustrated.

It was partly to be expected - at least according to Searle, the ship’s de facto therapist, who you had talked to about your problems a few days ago. Space travel was taxing on the body, and sometimes doubly so on the mind. You felt cooped up, and getting mildly drunk with Cassie and Corazon only provided a temporary distraction.

“Cabin fever?” Cassie guessed.

“Something like that,” you agreed.

Cassie sighed. “Cora was right. We all really need to get laid.”

“Cassie!”

You hissed her name, spinning around to check that no one was behind you eavesdropping. The last thing you needed was a repeat of last night.

“Relax - I’m not saying I’ll fuck you, so don’t get all excited,” Cassie joked. “But she is right. It gets to you, after a while.”

It certainly did, and you could attest to that fact. Last night it had seemed almost funny; giggling with your friends over missing your vibrators. But the truth was, three long months into your journey, you were already starting to go stir crazy from a life of near-celibacy.

“Maybe you just need to blow off some steam.” Cassie prodded, not letting up.

“Cas, no offense, but can we not discuss my sex life until I've been awake for at least twenty minutes?”

“What sex life?” Cassie laughed, a little too loudly, and you hurried to shush her again. “I'll shut up,” she promised, continuing on, “but all I'm saying is you look like you could use it.”

With one more conspiratorial giggle, she left, walking ahead of you down the bright hallway. You groaned inwardly, knowing she was right but also that there was nothing you could do about it.

You went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on your face.

The day seemed to drag on worse than it ever had. You tried to remind yourself to be grateful; that you were lucky enough to have been selected as a member of the small crew in the first place, and that your mission was important to the fate of mankind. But it all felt so trivial when you couldn't focus on anything other than the building feeling of dissatisfaction that ached between your legs.

Talking about Capa last night really hadn't helped things. He was all you could think about as you tried in vain to get your work done. Twice, you caught yourself making mistakes in your calculations as your mind started to drift elsewhere.

What gave him the right to walk around in those tank tops, showing off his perfect arms and chiseled shoulders - that's what you wanted to know. And why did he even have such sexy arms to begin with? He was a physicist, for god's sake. He sat in his lab all day doing nothing that should have given him such infuriatingly noticeable forearm definition.

Capa had a habit of putting his hands on his hips or in his pockets while he talked, and of running his fingers over his lips when he was thinking. Somehow, everything he did seemed to make a couple of thin veins poke just below his skin, as if to tease you into thinking what he'd look like holding you up against a wall. These were all little things you had noticed - found it impossible not to, actually - and they drove you crazy. Being cooped up was one thing, but being cooped up with Robert Capa was a whole other problem.

Cora was right, though. He was unapproachable at best and actively self-isolating at worst. Capa was the pariah of the crew, and whether or not he intended to be, acting that way made him come across as kind of rude. But to you, that only added to the appeal. The idea of getting with a guy who was so aloof made your fantasies run wild.

That night, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You slipped into your small room, dimmed the lights to thirty percent power, and shrugged out of your shirt and pants.

This was nothing you hadn't done before; it wasn't exactly groundbreaking stuff to masturbate when you were horny. For weeks now, though, it hadn’t really been enough to scratch the itch that seemed to grab hold of you whenever you were around Capa. But it dulled the ache, and for now that was the best you could hope for.

Your bed was more of a bunk, recessed partially into the wall. You laid down on the springy mattress and sighed as your fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear. You were still in your panties and bra, feeling self conscious about stripping all the way down even though you were alone in your room.

It felt like everybody was living right on top of each other, although luckily your dorm was at the very end of a row, so you only had a neighbor on one side. Unfortunately, that one neighbor just so happened to be Capa.

Knowing that he was so physically close only added to your frustration as your fingers swept over your clit. But still, it wasn’t like you had a choice about Capa being in the room next to you, and you certainly didn't have anywhere else to do this. Your fingers trailed lower, over your core, and you gasped.

You were already wet. Of course you were; after doing nothing but daydreaming about Capa for practically the entire day, how could you not be? You pictured his face from last night; how he had briefly looked at each one of you as you’d sat around the table with your two friends. The rush that it sent through your veins was electric. Your cheeks felt hot as you imagined him, his eyes holding slight disappointment while he looked at you.

You weren't sure why that turned you on, but it did. You wanted him to look at you with that soft little frown; his blue eyes piercing through you as if they could see every dirty fantasy that played out behind your own eyelids.

You sped up, using your fingers to collect some of the wetness that eagerly pooled between your legs, and then bringing them back up to rub at your clit. Slow circles at first, and then desperate with more pressure. Your mattress squeaked, and you hissed, bringing the hand that wasn't touching yourself down to grab at the cotton sheets.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, careful to stay as quiet as you could.

The only sound in the room aside from your moans was the wet noise that greeted you as you stuck two fingers into yourself, not bothering to warm up with just one. You needed this. You needed more, but this was the best you were getting. You curled your fingers, arching your back and daring to let a whisper of his name cross your lips.

A few seconds later, you were stopped by a knock at your door.

You barely had time to pull your fingers out, scrambling to sit up and cover yourself with a blanket as your door slid open. There were no locks, which usually wasn't a problem, except of course at times like this when it really reminded you that you had absolutely no privacy.

You were expecting Cassie - she had a habit of barging in, instead of waiting for you to answer her knock. But instead, you were greeted again by the very face you had been picturing only seconds ago.

“Capa?”

Your voice felt strangely small in the cramped space. Capa stepped through the door, letting it hiss closed behind him. His face was expressionless, except for the barest hint of that pout that drove you so crazy.

He didn’t answer right away, but took a step closer and leaned up against the wall that separated his room from yours. Then, his lips curled into a smile.

“You really don’t realize how thin these walls are, do you?”

The implication of his words crept up on you, until finally your face was frozen in a look of sheer horror.

“How much did you hear?” you asked, voice just barely above a whisper.

“Enough.” Capa shifted his weight, pushing himself off of the wall to stand up. “Enough to figure out the answer to that question Corazon asked you last night.”

“You heard that, too?” you groaned.

Capa walked over and sat down on the edge of your bed. Not touching you yet or getting too close, but hovering just out of reach in a way that made your skin tingle and your heart do flips. You had no clue if he was torturing you or inviting you to make the next move.

“D’you always think about me when you touch yourself?” Capa asked, bringing the volume of his voice down to match yours.

He sounded so sexy like that. He must have known what he was doing to you; his eyes were practically glowing with mirth and his lips were still curled into that smile. You shifted uncomfortably.

“I’d… rather not answer that,” you choked out.

Capa’s eyes darkened. No answer was as much of an affirmation as admitting it.

“You should have just asked for my help,” Capa teased. “You obviously need something. And it’s not like I’m twiddling my thumbs over there. Cumming into my own hand got old weeks ago.”

Your whole face burned hot with embarrassment at what he was admitting. And yet, at the same time, you shivered. The blanket you’d haphazardly thrown over yourself only covered your waist, and your bare shoulders were suddenly prickled with goosebumps.

Finally, Capa reached out and put a warm hand on your shoulder, then dragged it down the side of your arm, taking your bra strap with it.

“Want me to touch you?” he asked.

His voice was low, and you could feel yourself getting pulled down with it. You knew that it would be stupid to do this; sleeping with Capa could only open a Pandora’s box. If it was good, you wouldn’t be able to get off on your own fingers for the rest of your time on the ship. If it was bad, you still had years to spend cramped up together. Your room right next to his in the already-tight quarters. It wasn’t as if you’d be able to avoid him after an awkward hook-up.

Suddenly, though, you realized that you were thinking way too much.

“Yes,” you whispered.

Capa’s hand trailed farther down your arm; grabbed your wrist. You bit your cheek, wary of making any more noises after his earlier comment. All the crew’s quarters were laid out close together; if you were too loud, the whole ship would hear.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” Capa hummed, bringing you close as he leaned in, his lips practically brushing against yours. That seemed like a good enough place to start as any.

“K-kiss me - please,” you whimpered.

Capa’s lips found yours, and the rush that surged through you was almost overwhelming. It had been months since you’d kissed anyone, and the press of his slightly chapped lips against yours was doing more to you than it should have.

Your mouth opened, and his tongue instantly pushed in. He was moving slow, but with a hunger that sent your mind racing with thoughts of what he could do to you if you asked. You felt Capa’s breath against your face; heard the low moan that vibrated through both of you as it came from the depths of his chest.

“What else?” Capa urged, pulling away. “We both know that’s not all you want.”

You could hardly think straight, much less put together a sentence. Instead, you guided his hand to your chest, and felt as his fingers squeezed. As he did, he leaned back in for another kiss.

You had put Capa’s hand over your bra, but he quickly slipped it under the fabric to rake over your bare skin. His fingers pressed into you, kneading at delicate flesh. You moaned, opening your mouth against his kiss again, and he bit hungrily at your lips.

“So soft,” he murmured, flicking a thumb over your nipple. “But that’s not where you really want me to touch…”

His voice was airy, even as he gripped at you with an intensity that almost hurt. He lowered his rough hand from your breast, and pushed past the blanket still draped over your legs. Teasing at the hem of your panties for only a second, he deepened the kiss as his fingers pushed lower and lower. Finally, he reached the wetness that was still pooling between your legs.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he groaned. You felt your cheeks heat up again. “You really want it that badly?”

“Fuck, Capa,” you whined.

“Want me to touch you like this?” he teased, voice still husky as he pressed one finger into you.

He had barely pushed in the pad of his fingertip, and you were already sinking into the mattress, unable to hold yourself up. Capa added a second finger, then repositioned himself, squeezing into the too-small bed with you to hover over your frame as his fingers roamed deeper.

“Yes - just like that,” you begged. “Don't stop.”

Capa curled his fingers inside you, and you opened your mouth in a silent gasp. Your eyes had squeezed shut, and when you opened them again, you saw him looking pleased with himself, gazing down at you as you lost your mind over his touch.

“Bet you've thought about me doing this,” he whispered. “Isn't that right?”

“Yes-” Your voice hitched. “Yes- ah- thought about- cumming on your fingers.”

Capa smirked and brought his lips to your ear.

“You're not gonna cum on my fingers.”

He pulled them out of you, and you groaned at the loss. You felt his stubble scrape your cheek as he got up off of you, and you watched, half in a trance, as he took off his boxers. You hadn't even noticed until now, but he was just in his underwear and a t-shirt. He pulled the shirt off, too, and then went about removing the last of your clothes.

You suddenly had the urge to cover yourself; like you now had too much on display even though Capa had already been watching your face twist in pleasure while he was knuckle-deep in you. You brought your arms up to cover your chest, but Capa gently brushed them away.

“Don't be shy; it's nothing I haven't already imagined,” he winked.

Again, the implications had you almost slack-jawed. You had no idea if it was true or if he was just teasing you, but you really didn't care.

“Let me show you what I've thought about,” Capa went on.

He took your hand and brought it to his hard cock, wrapping your fingers around it. He sighed a little as you touched him, softly, and the sound sent another shiver down your spine.

“C’mon - wanna feel you,” Capa said, his eyes half-hooded. “Use your hand. Squeeze me.”

Your heart fluttered as you followed his instructions; tightening your grip on his shaft until he was groaning above you. You gave him a few tentative pumps.

“So good,” Capa groaned.

The dull ache had returned between your legs; you were still missing the touch of his fingers. Even though you were happy to touch him as well, you needed the friction. You started to squirm, rubbing your legs together.

“Impatient,” Capa laughed. “Don't worry - m’not gonna tease you too much longer.”

His mouth dipped to your neck, pressing a kiss along your collarbone. Your hand flexed, and Capa groaned deeply again. The sound was enough to send you reeling; you thought you might come from his voice alone if he didn't hurry up.

“Stop teasing,” you begged. Breathless, and fully aware of just how desperate you sounded.

“I guess we've both waited long enough, huh?” Capa chuckled.

Your hand relaxed, and Capa’s came up to guide himself, hovering right at the space where you wanted him, but not pushing in just yet.

“Be quiet now,” Capa reminded you, and he kissed you as he started to press in. “Wouldn’t want anybody to hear you.”

You would have cried out, not caring who heard you or how loud you were, had Capa's lips not been pressed roughly against yours, swallowing your muffled moan as he bottomed out. He pulled back to watch you, panting like a dog beneath him, and smirked again.

“Fuck, this is so much better than my hand,” he said, breathing a little heavy himself. “M’not gonna last long.”

The idea sent your head spinning all over again, and your legs squeezed his hips a little tighter. The thought of Capa, coming too quick as he buried himself inside you, turned you on so much that you moaned out loud, and Capa quickly slapped a hand over your mouth. His palm was rougher than you'd imagined it.

“Told you to be quiet,” he warned.

When he started to move, you were grateful for the hand covering your lips, because without it you certainly would have woken the whole crew. As it was, Capa had to press his palm a little harder to muffle the moans that escaped. You were shameless; couldn't think about anything but the way his cock was stretching you out and spearing into you. It was more than enough to make you forget where you were.

“Not that I don't normally love hearing you get off,” Capa whispered, “but if you keep doing that, we're gonna get caught.”

Had he heard you the other times you'd touched yourself? You thought of him, silently palming his cock in the next room over, listening to your soft moans and breathy sighs as you tried - and failed - to stay quiet.

Capa, unlike you, still had control of his voice; never letting it rise above a whisper. You wished you could hear him - how you were really making him feel. You bet he would make the prettiest noises if he'd let himself.

“Gonna be good?” Capa asked as he sped up.

You nodded, and he removed his hand. Instantly, the way his cock hit a spot deep inside of you made you hiss with pleasure, teeth clenched as you fought to stay quiet.

“Fuck, Capa - driving me crazy,” you breathed.

“I know,” he agreed. “Feels good, doesn't it?”

“Mm-hmm…”

“If you can stay quiet, then you can cum on my cock.”

The way it felt like he was giving you permission sent another wave of heat through your whole body. You wanted to come for him. The feeling that had been steadily building now felt like it was nearly about to flow out of you; you could so easily let yourself fall over into oblivion.

“Can’t stay quiet,” you whined. “God, you feel so- ah!”

You gasped as Capa’s cock twitched inside of you, his hips continuing to swirl against yours. He was almost there, too; you could feel it. And the realization only pushed you closer.

“Shit,” Capa swore.

He was clearly at odds with himself, over whether to cover your mouth again so that the two of you wouldn’t get caught, or give in and let you scream for him. His hips faltered, and you moaned again. He was running out of time to make a decision.

“Bite down on my shoulder,” he said, finally. “Fuck - I’m gonna come.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You had thought very often about what it would be like to sink your teeth into his skin. Seeing even an inch of it peeking out from behind the collar of his shirt or on display in one of those fucking tank tops was enough to drive you crazy. You bit down, just in time as you finally let yourself give in to the building pressure.

As you bit him, Capa swore again, and scrambled to pull out of you, as best he could with your bodies still pressed together. He was coming, white ropes painting your stomach as you came down from your own high.

You wished you had gotten to squeeze him more. The idea of him emptying into you as you milked his cock was almost too good to imagine. As your senses returned, you realized that Capa was speaking to you.

“So… Did you enjoy me teaching you about physics?” He was panting, but there was still light in his voice as he teased you, echoing Cora’s words from last night.

“Stooop,” you protested.

“If you didn’t, we don’t have to do this again,” Capa teased.

“Noo,” you mewled, voice still weak from your orgasm. “Can’t go back to fucking my fingers now…”

“Yeah,” Capa agreed, bringing his lips down for another rough kiss. “Me neither.”

The next night, Cassie proposed taking out the vodka again, and the three of you met in the canteen, as usual. Prepared for another late night of gossiping.

“You seem brighter today,” Cassie noticed, facing you.

“Yeah,” you replied. “I’m feeling a little better.”

You left it at that. You weren’t sure how long you and Capa could keep your new arrangement a secret, but you also weren’t rushing to tell the girls. The bottle of vodka made its first round, and the three of you started to speculate about which member of your small crew was most likely using up all the hot water. You’d all been taking freezing cold showers for weeks.

Only a few minutes passed before Capa came sauntering into the room again. Just like last time, he glanced at your group before reaching up to get something out of a cabinet.

“You three never learn, do you?” he commented.

You felt your cheeks start to heat up again. His eyes focused on you, briefly, and then moved on to something else. Cassie puffed up, straightening in her seat as she faced him.

“Go away, Capa,” she huffed. “This is a private conversation.”

Capa came over to lean on the table, glaring down at your small group.

“Oh yeah, I’m so interested in your riveting conversations about how I get off and roll over.”

Cassie’s face turned red. Corazon glared at him. And you felt your soul fully exit your body.

“You were eavesdropping on us?” Cassie shrieked.

“No - you just weren’t being quiet,” Capa corrected.

“The walls here are too damn thin,” Cora muttered.

Capa had a small smile as he straightened up and walked off, pausing just before he exited the room. He turned around, staring blankly at Cassie as he spoke.

“I’m not upset or anything,” he said. “And besides, your friend over there knows it’s not true, so…”

He left, taking with him all the air in the room. Cassie and Cora stared at each other, eyes wide in disbelief, and then pointed their gaze at you.

“You fucked Capa?!” Cassie shouted.

“Cassie, hush,” Cora snapped. She leaned in. “But seriously, we need all the details. Spill.”

You buried your face in your hands, trying in vain to hide your embarrassment. Your two friends badgered you relentlessly, begging for the whole story behind how it happened.

Somewhere else in the ship, Capa smirked.

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kenny-the-ken · 1 year

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Mary Jane

Yes you seen the GIF right... but he is gonna touch them.

Sorry, I couldn't help myself!

This is a smut, so if you're a minor, STOP READING PLEASE!!

Enjoy guys, I really put a lot of work into this fic, I was TW//SA//TW when I was 16 and I still struggle with it so I hope you guys like it, I really worked hard on it. ALL AGED UP

The sound of bubbling echoed around the room as you inhaled the dense cloud of smoke that was contained in the glass, lifting the bowl and firing tube out of the glass bong and inhaling the smoke in one long breath.

You were sitting on Kenny's bed in his cold, damp bedroom, coughing as you exhaled the smoke, your boyfriend laughing at you.

"Hey! You coughed when you hit it too!" You exclaimed, waving your hands as you spoke.

You felt a pair of arms wrap lazily around your waist, a mop of blonde hair resting against your shoulder, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your neck.

"You know... sex always feels better when you're stoned." Kenny whispered into your ear, his teeth nipping at your lobe.

"Hmm, I do know that, you tell me every time we smoke up." You tease, leaning against his subtle touches.

"I just can't help myself babe, you're sitting here in nothing but one of my band shirts and your panties, which I bet are dripping for me already. Plus... we've got the whole place to ourselves, so you can be as loud as you want, Princess." His voice was husky, his hand moving under the hem of your shirt, cold, calloused hands cupping your breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling over your nipple. And your gasp was audible, which made Kenny smirk.

"You like that, huh?" His mouth was now attached against your neck once more, this time rougher, he licked and then began sucking and nipping at your sweet spot, a few breathy moans catching in the back of your throat.

"Kenny!" You gasped once more as his hands wrapped around you once more, flipping you over on your back as he hovered over you.

"So flustered already, baby." He cooed, standing tall above you before leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, he wanted you, and you were so eager to please him, seeing as he pleased you all the time.

Your hands were tangled in his soft locks of hair, tugging gently making Kenny let out a small moan, both your tongues fighting desperately for dominance, Kenny would always win, but it was fun to make him work for it.

You knew every inch and turn of your boyfriends body, and he knew yours, you had started off as friends, then one drunken night when you were both sixteen you both hooked up, it was the talk of the school, then you both became friends with benefits, till neither of you could deny your feelings any longer, and you became a couple.

You both broke away for air, as Kenny winked at you, a smirk plastered on his face, as he began moving down your body, taking his band shirt off your small frame. You lay beneath him, his mouth all over your breasts, from teasing and nipping at your nipples, to leaving dark bruises for only him to see, he loved every second, your moans and whines feeding his growing erection.

"P-please, Kenny." You whispered, as he detached his mouth from your breast with an audible pop noise.

"Use your words, baby. If you want me to touch you, you only have to ask." He replied, and you felt dizzy, he really knew how to get you hot and bothered and by god did he love it.

"Please, Kenny. Touch me please." You pleaded with him, your eyes wide and doe like as he stared down at you.

"That's all you needed to say, Princess." Kenny replied and in only swift motion pulled your pink lace panties down your legs, throwing them to an unknown corner of the room, his head now between your legs.

"Open wider for me, baby." He said with a smirk, his hands on your legs as he spread them wider, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you down the bed towards him, his tongue getting to work on you.

"Fuck, Kenny!" You moaned out, he was good, and he knew he was, his tongue circled your clit at a steady pace, sucking gently to increase your pleasure as your back arched, hands desperately gripping the bed sheets beneath you, your head bent back as the moans shamelessly escaped your mouth.

"Hmm, so pretty." Kenny said, his tongue meeting your entrance as he pushed his tongue as far as he could inside you, it was electric, your senses heightened, and you craved more of him, you craved all of him.

"I need you, Ken." And that was all he needed to hear, he stripped quickly, his cock rock solid against and dripping with pre cum.

It was now your time to tease, you rose from where you were lay, your legs shaky and weak as you got off the bed.

"It's only fair that I return the favour." And Kenny knew exactly what you meant.

"You're just so needy for my cock, aren't you baby?" He growled pushing you to the floor on your knees in front of him.

"Such a good girl. You can take it all, right?" He teased, and you cut his flirting dead, kitten licking the pre cum from the tip of his dick, your cheeks hollowing as you took him almost fully in your mouth, the sounds your mouth was making were obscene, and Kenny's eyes were fixed on you, watching you bob up on down obediently on his cock, and fuck your mouth felt incredible.

"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna speed it up a little, that okay?" Kenny asked, rising from the bed to stand towered above you, you hummed in response, that being all the conformation he needed, his hands groping your hair, tugging your head back and forward a bit quicker than you were going, your hands placed on his thighs to steady yourself as he began fucking your face, the moans slipping from his lips.

Then Kenny moved away from you, a smirk on his face.

"Get on the bed, Princess, let me fuck you like a whore." And his wish was your command, you quickly sat on the edge of the bed, awaiting his instructions.

He sat down next to you, pulling you on top of his lap as he gripped the base of his cock, a groan and a gasp escaping both of you as you began to sink down on his cock.

"K-Kenny." Your moans were breathy, and Kenny swore he'd never heard a better noise in all his life, he loved knowing that he could pleasure you, that he was the one who made you moan that way.

You were fully seated on his lap, his cock buried within you as you began to slowly ride him, your arms wrapped round his neck, his hands on your hips, his nails digging into your soft skin.

"Show me how much you love riding me. How much you enjoy taking me." And you were happy to oblige. You were riding him as best as you could, his own hips now moving to meet yours in perfect sync, pushing himself in harder, faster.

"Fuck, Kenny!" You moaned as he landed a hard spark on your ass, greedily kneading your ass cheek as he continued to plough his way into you.

"K-Ken, getting close." Was all you managed to pant out, your moans loud, your hands tugging at Kenny's hair, making him moan too in response.

"Me too, baby. We'll cum together, okay?" He managed, moans of your name escaping his parted lips.

You were both close, as Kenny flipped you over, you were on all fours, your face buried in the soft sheets as he slammed harder and faster into you, spanking your ass harder this time.

"I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, slut." Kenny whispered, feeling your walls tightening around his cock which was beginning to twitch.

You came hard, and you swore you seen stars, you moaned Kenny's name as if his he was a god that you were praising to in the most sinful way imaginable.

"F-Fuck, y/n!" And with that Kenny's thrusts became sloppy as he pushed in deeply once more, his load painting your insides as he came with a long moan of your name.

He pulled out, panting as he lay beside you, pressing gentle kisses all over your face, before kissing you gently, lovingly.

"That was fucking incredible." You whispered, a smile on both your faces as you both gasped for air, your heartbeats beginning to slow.

"I love you, y/n."

"I love you too, Kenny."

And with that you both lay together, arms and legs wrapped round one another.

"I'm gonna jump in the shower, is that okay babe?" You asked Kenny, his grip on you tightening.

"You know, we could always shower together, saving water, helping the planet, I mean, it's our duty to protect it." He flirted, as he hit him playfully on the chest.

"We're only done fucking and you already want a round two?" You giggled, placing a kiss on your boyfriends lips, both of you smiling against each others lips.

"Babe, if I could be inside you all day, everyday, I would be! Is that even a question?" He teased further, both his hands coming up to grab your breasts, one in each hand as he hummed contentedly.

"You having fun?" You giggled, a blush on your cheeks at the attention he was giving you.

"Hmm, you know it, baby. Now hurry up and get into that shower, I'll remind you what it's like when I take you to orgasm more than once. I reckon you could handle another few, couldn't you?"

"Yes, Kenny." You replied, your cheeks scarlet red as he got up, slapping you on the ass.

"Now get in there so we can be dirty while we get clean."

And who were you to say no to your man?

#kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick smut #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny south park #stan south park #kyle south park #eric cartman #sp fanart #kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #kenny x reader #sp kenny #kenny

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icewolfcherry · 2 years

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Everone in Empires S2!!!

First we have Lizzie. She's 100% a human, totally not an anthropomorphic cat, posing as a human.... Totally not that.... Why are you looking at me like that?! Stop it! STOP SAYING SHE'S A CAT, SHE'S NOT-

She's the mayor of an animal empire and just a little warning don't scare her indoors, otherwise she'll get stuck on the ceiling.

Next we have Joel. He's a human who jumped into a magical fountain that turned him into an 11ft tall, sexy god. He's become a villain and the only one who keeps him sane is Hermes. He loves his son more than gold. Hermes is currently with Lizzie due to his war with a pirate. He's gonna get his ass sued by a sheriff, but more of that later. He's fine! Completely sane- (Scott: Why are you lying?) Shhhhhh

Sausage is a human. He's the ex husband of the god Joel. The two were in love but due to Joel's egotistical ways, it sadly didn't last. The two share custody over Hermes. He's also the wood master. Sausage the Wood King! (Scott: Wooooo! Go Wood King!) Are you done breaking the 4th wall? (Scott: *destroying the 4th wall* Nope!)

Speaking of the child, he's a precious angel. Hermes loves both of his dads and his aunt Lizzie. He's made of magic and is one of the strongest in the entire land.

Next we have Katherine. A sweet princess, eventhohervillagersthinksshe'scursed- She's a bounty hunting princess who has a bisexual pirate trying to win her heart. He literally stole a giant golden orb from a god to win her heart.

The bisexual pirate Joey is trying (and failing) to win Katherine's heart. He's pissed off a god at the moment and will probably have a storm hanging over his empire for all of eternity. Might resolve to kidnapping Hermes and holding him ransom at some point-

Then we have Shelby, a sweet swamp witch who was 100%, not kicked out of magic school and had to hide in a dense swamp from her powerful witch teachers. Noooooo. Not at all. She has a ton of trauma and her swamp is plotting against her. Please leave the little witch alone. She's precious!

Next we got False. A human filed with trauma. She stole her clothes from a corpse- Don't ask why. She a little ball of trauma. Please protect her!

We have another princess, Gem! She's the bee princess, a pure bean! Just don't hurt a bee, otherwise she'll pounce on you like an angry cat. She learnt that from Lizzie- (You: Didn't you just say that Lizzie's human?) SHE IS!!!

Fwip was human until he ate some pork and now is a small, scrunkly goblin. He loves Snort. The two are besties. He's built an entire tunnel system to all empires, so if you see his head, poking out of the ground, don't hit him on the head with a shovel- (Scott: *hits Fwip with a shovel*) What did I just say? (Scott: *looks over, grins as the shovel is behind his back before darting off screen*)

Scott is a gay, flower boy. He was once a traveller but due to losing an eye to a magic skull, he slowly went insane and passed out in the land where Chromia is built upon. Nature saves him from his isnanity of finding a wizard! He currently flirting with both Sausage and a sheriff. He'll make both of them his boyfriend's. You can't stop him. He will go exploring soon..... Hopefully..... Maybe...........

Now onto the Sheriff! His names Jimmy. 100% human, not a toy like the "rumours" from a certain god. He's gonna be suing the god soon. His deputies are a cat and a goblin. He has a shotgun that he uses to scare off a god. He's also writing a book called "How to kill an 11ft god". He's a good boy! (Sausage: YOU JUST SAID HE FIRES A GUN AT JOEL! PLUS HE HATES HERMES!!!) Don't start smashing down the 4th wall too, Sausage. It's already falling apart. (Scott: *nervous laughter*)

Pix is a traveller, preserving history. (Scott: *places down a magic artifact that he stole as Pix glares at him* What?) Not much is known about him but he seems nice! He's also the Frog Keeper.

And finally! There's Ollie. A guy, trapped in a cage by a goblin. He just wants to go home! Don't stare at him for too long though. He will cry. (Ollie: *starts to cry*) WHAT DID I JUST SAY?! *Ahem* he has an angelic singing voice and wants to know what happened to his friends. Why don't they know him?! Poor Ollie *hugs him*

Hopefully none of them will go through an emotionally scarring backstory- Wait! Scott, put down the magic scroll. (Scott: *smirks*) No! Don't you dare. (Scott: *writes "Make it cannon" on the Scroll of Emotionally Scarring Backstory For All Empires*) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Hope you enjoyed this! I hope that it's accurate enough. I've only seen Jimmy's, Joel's and Scott's POVs and found bits and pieces about the others on here, so if any parts are inaccurate, let me know!

#empires season 2 #dangthatsalongname #jimmy solidarity #Fwip #pixlriffs #katherine elizabeth #false symmetry #theorionsound #ldshadowlady #smallishbeans #mythical sausage #joey graceffa #shubble #geminitay

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yanderepuck · 1 year

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Catboy Cafe AU- Will

Make sure to read the following chapters before reading this:

Chapter 1

Another fluffy catboy is just what you need. He looks almost like Leonardo, not in terms of actual looks, but his fur. His tail seems to be as big as his body, and fluffy. The fur on his ears is short and dense. You could scratch his ears all day but you can't admit that as the boss.

You knew immediately that you were going to put him on the floor, and he loved it. He's such a people person and love to chat, but there is one thing you weren't expecting, a flirt.

But now that you know you should have seen it coming. Something about his voice is soothing. Is that weird to say? His tail never stops swaying back and forth. You definitely have a few regulars who come just for him.

At this point he knows exactly who comes in wanting to be served by him.

"Go no further, darling. Journeys end in lovers’ meeting." You hear that line often, usually when someone comes in.

If he isn't serving too many tables at once he will sit with the customers and talk to them. By that you mean he flirts with them and gets them wrapped around his finger.

"You have witchcraft in your lips," he purrs and reaches over the table to wipe whip cream off of a customer's lips.

You don't think you've ever seen a girl swoon so much in your life.

Once or twice it looked like Will was starting to get carried away and Theo will walk by to pick him up. Theo will put him over his shoulder and carry him away so that he finally stops and leaves the person to eat in peace.

“I hope I’ll be pursued by you," he winks or waves at the customer and to mess with Theo he makes sure to put his tail in his face.

Then Arthur started and it seems like the two try to out do each other everyday. You aren't sure if you're running a cafe or a host club some days.

Once the majority of the floor staff started wearing collars, Will did too. He thought it was cute. He over hears Arthur saying that he's hoping one of the customers will give it a tug and now he's secretly hoping for that too.

Will loves to brush his tail against others, and he really loves when you pet it, or scratch his ears. His purrs are so loud that you are pretty sure the whole cafe can hear him once he starts.

You are also pretty sure some of the guys are in a competition to see who can win over your heart. Arthur tries every time he sees you. Will doesn't try everyday but it's close. Charles seems to be in on it too.

“I do love nothing in the world so well as you," at this rate you think that's just how Will says hello.

You found out that Will writes poetry and short stories and then it all made sense. You ask if you could read any of his work and he seemed to get nervous about it.

He said that if you can find it he doesn't have an issue with you reading it, but he doesn't want to just hand it over.

Well now you're curious and go digging through the internet to find a blog or wherever he could be publishing these. You haven't found it yet but you're not giving up.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp shakespeare #catboy cafe au

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votestaynight · 1 year

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15th day "Utopia" (scene 4)

How should I spend the remaining hours? I thought about it, but this is where I ended up.

"This place does not change. I like the quiet of the living room, but this place suits me better."

"Yeah. You like to sit Japanese-style even though you're a knight, and the shinai looked pretty good on you as well. It might have been fun having a match with armors on."

"Armor? You should have said so. I could have worn my armor, and you could have put pads on. …We really should have done that. If you had mentioned it earlier, I could have fought you more seriously."

"Uh…" Saber is so cute even when she's annoyed. She's cute, but her words are pretty scary.

"Are you serious about being serious? I wouldn't be able to get up for a week if we did that."

"No, that is not true. You underestimate yourself. You have really improved these past few days. It might even be possible for you to take a match from me." "Really?"

Even if that's flattery, I'm really happy. I really respect Saber when it comes to swords. Being able to beat her even once is like being accepted by her.

"For real…? So, I could even win a match against you if chance favored me…?" "Yes. You have vastly improved. You can be proud of that, and I am really happy about it as well."

"―――――" Saber replies with a full smile. …That expression makes my determination vanish. After this. We won't be able to come back. If we can just run away instead of going into an unwinnable battle――

"Shirou? Why have you stopped? …Does your wound hurt? If that is the case, please rest in your room and――" "――No, I'm fine now. Nothing hurts anymore."

――I cut off all hesitations. I can't run away, and I really don't want our final time together to be like this.

"Hey Saber. Since we're here, do you want to spar lightly? Not a match, but more like playing around." I hide my emotions and bluff as much as I can.

"All right. Then I shall fight you using my style. You can fight me in your style as well."

She must have understood my intentions as she gladly accepts my idea. …Yes. It's more like us to be fighting than talking.

For a short while, we forget about everything and feel each other's shinai.

――The moon is distant. The clouds have cleared and the darkness has a dim blue glow. Daybreak is close. The long night is about to end.

――This is the final moment. Going through the night, Saber and I have reached our final destination.

"――Shirou, this is…" Saber sounds tense. I feel the same way. As I nod, I can feel sweat dripping down my neck.

…The mountain feels like one big living thing. The wind coming down from the mountain gate is warm, and the shaking trees seem like breathing lungs. Chills and pressure assail me every time I take a step. No――the air really is thick and wet.

"…Mana is dense here. This is just like ten years ago. I expect…" …The summoning of the Holy Grail has begun or it's already over. Either way, that must mean that Lancer has fallen to Gilgamesh.

"――I'm going to make sure, Saber. After we reach the top, all that's left is to fight. You take care of Gilgamesh, so I'll take care of his Master――Kotomine. We won't assist each other. …We just have to beat one of our opponents."

"Yes. I will concentrate on my own fight this time. And Kotomine is an enemy you must defeat." "…Yeah. Leave him to me. You too Saber. Don't let that guy beat you."

"…Yes. I will swear on my pride that he will not defeat me. Not as a Servant, but as a heroic spirit, I cannot allow him to beat me."

Saber says so strongly without hesitation or distress. So there's nothing more to say. We will go to battle and determine the winner as the last remaining Masters. ――Even if in the process… If one of us dies, the other need only defeat their enemy.

Even if I die, if Saber beats Gilgamesh, Kotomine won't be able to obtain the Holy Grail. At the same time, even if Saber dies――if I defeat Kotomine, Gilgamesh won't be able to stay in this world. …So there's no need to help each other. Our battles have already gone their separate ways.

Red light fills the mountaintop. The blowing wind is getting stronger and it seems the source of it is that light――coming from the back of the grounds. The red phosphorescence scatters on the wind, and the grounds is too bright for nighttime.

Stagnant air filled with the presence of death. ―――――This is… Like the fire back then.

"―――――" But it isn't like that. Within all this red light, something is about to emerge.

…From the back of the building. A black darkness oozing in the bright red. If this clearing is like a clear lake, that mud is like an oil spill.

"――You are finally here. I have been waiting for you, Saber." He is there, within all the rich colors. Ignoring the blood red and the death-stained black. The Servant clad in gold is waiting for us――no, for Saber in the middle of this place.

"And the time is about right. The Holy Grail has finally moved into action and the void has just opened. This curse is the contents of the Holy Grail, the Third Element which keeps us Servants in this world. ――This is what you splashed me with ten years ago."

Gilgamesh is only looking at Saber. It goes the same for Saber. She takes a step forward and points her sword at the knight in front of her.

"――That is good spirit. That strong spirit, even though you know you cannot defeat me. It is indeed suitable to end this party, but――"

"I do not want any intrusions. You lowlife, disappear right now if you want to see Kotomine. He is waiting for you at the altar."

"――!" Kotomine is waiting.

…I glance at Saber. She nods while looking at Gilgamesh. Her figure tells me… That she is wishing me her best.

――I turn around. The one I need to face isn't here. Behind me. As I run, I hear the battle start.

At the back of the building. Behind the main temple is a large lake. Untouched by humans, the lake is holy as if a dragon king lives in it. The clear blue water is pure and the lake isn't even murky.

But that's all in the past. The lake now has none of these characteristics. The red light is in front of my eyes. And the sea of black tar. ――And――

The "void" created in the air and the girl presented as a sacrifice.

"――Koto… mine…!" My calm mind instantly goes over the limit. I stop and glare at my enemy.

"Welcome, Emiya Shirou. The last surviving Master." He smiles sarcastically and opens his arms to welcome me. …This is the site of our battle. This is the altar of the summoning in this Holy Grail War.

"――Let Ilya down. I'll beat you up after that." I glare at Kotomine. …There's about ten meters between us. The fight will begin if I move another step. …Once the fight starts, I'll have to run straight at him and stab him in the chest. But before that, I have to do something about Ilya――

"Hey. Didn't you hear me? I told you to let Ilya down. What's so fun about torturing a kid?"

"I understand your feelings, but I cannot do that. The Holy Grail has appeared, but the void is yet unstable. My wish will not come true unless she bears this until she dies." Until she dies――then Ilya is still alive…!

"…I see. If you have no intention of letting her down, I'll just have to use force. I'll stop your wish――that black mud, right now."

"…Oh. So this must appear to be my wish to you. ――As expected from the son of Kiritsugu. I did not expect two generations to make the same mistake." "Wh――at?"

"There is no reason to explain things to someone who does not understand the Holy Grail. You may fulfill your role as the last Master with that misunderstanding." "――!"

I jump. There's about ten meters between us. Keeping that distance, I jump sideways. "―――――" This is the result of my instincts of not wanting to die… …Surpassing my desire to kill him.

"――!" I roll sideways onto the ground. I stop instantly and look up.

"That's――!" I look at the place I was running over. A sound of burning. The burning sound is coming from the black mud, stretching out from the lake. …It's like a black carpet. The mud slashed like a whip, attacking me as I went after Kotomine, and left a mark on the ground.

"I forgot to tell you, but you are already within my range. And to add, this thing is sensitive to living beings. ――I do not mind you moving, but you will die if you move carelessly."

"――!" I jump to avoid the black mud mercilessly attacking me. Screw moving carelessly. He's ready to kill me…!

"Damn――you fake priest…!" I stand up, still keeping watch over the lake. …The distance to Kotomine hasn't changed. That means this ten meters is as near as he wants me to get. …But that tentacle of mud stretches without limit. It will come after me if he wants it to, and I'm sure there are more than one――

"Oh, so you are ready to fight. That pleases me. I could not kill you if you were to run away, but there will be no problem if you attack me. I serve God, so I cannot kill someone who is pleading for their life."

…The tentacle whips out. The quivering mud coming from the lake is like a black snake.

"―――――" …I bite my lip. This is the worst situation as I thought. The number of snakes continues to increase without end. I don't know how long I can survive, let alone how I can get close to him――

"It is only natural for you to be unable to win. There is a large difference in the years we have lived. It is a difference you cannot overcome unless you have something major."

The priest raises his hands. He glares at the heavens as if he is conducting an orchestra.

"――Put your life on the line. You might be able to reach me if you do so―――!"

He releases the black snakes.

"Guh――!" I kick away the mucus around my ankle. My clothes are burnt away and my skin is exposed.

"――Guh, uh――!" I jump back from the striking tentacle. I can't feel my right ankle and I can't even tell if it's there, but I jump into the open field in front of me.

"Ha――Haa, ha, ah――!" I check my body as I roll. Ankle. All right, it's still there. I just can't feel it. If it's there, I should be able to run.

"Ah――haa, haa, ah――!" I jump in a different direction again to avoid the striking mud. I hear a splashing sound right next to me. The smell of the ground burning forces my dizzy head awake and――

"――!!!!!!" Fire runs up my back. "Ha, guh, guh――!" I shake it off and jump to an empty space. That must have been the end of this attack. The black mud that was surrounding me has disappeared from view for now――

"Ha――aa…Ah." …I bite my lip. I ran so much, but in the end… I'm pushed back to here again.

"Ha―――― haa, haa, ha――" I breathe hard and look at him so as not to lose in spirit. …Kotomine has not moved at all. He has just watched me run around.

"Haa… haa, haa, haa, haa――" …No matter how hard I breathe, my heart won't calm down. It's saying it's at its limits and it needs rest. It's about to go out on its own if I don't let it rest.

"Kuh――ha, haa, ha, ah――" I can't do anything. I can't get near Kotomine nor get through that black mud. …I'm not going to hold back on using the 'projection' magic.

If I can't move forward, I can reproduce Saber's sword again. It'll surely be able to slice through that black mud and I can go straight for Kotomine.

"Hm? Is that all? Tell me if you have given up." The instant he speaks…[r] "Haa――ah, ha――!?" Lots of mud comes splashing toward me, telling me I cannot let myself stop.

"Kuh――!" I raise myself and barely dodge the mud. …The mud itself isn't too bad. It's slow compared to Saber's shinai, and it only comes where it's aimed, so it's easy to dodge.

But that's only true when there's only one of them. I can't deal with tens of mud attacks, the ones that come from behind me the instant I dodge them. As a result, I can only move around. Even then, mud covers me bit by bit.

"Guh, damn――!" There's no time to rest. I can't reproduce a sword like this. "Projection" magic tracing a weapon from the beginning requires at least one minute of concentration. If I show such an opening, I'll be melted down to my bones.

"Haa――ha, ha, ha, ah――!" The parts of my body covered with mud have lost sensation. The only good thing is that I don't feel any pain, but I won't know if I'm dead or not when that mud covers my whole body. I'm finished when that happens, and most of all――I'll have melted away by then.

"Haa――ha, ha, ha, ah――!" For now, all I can do is run. If there's any chance of getting near him, it'll be when I do something about this mud―― "Ow――damn, oh――!?"

"―――――!" I-I can't believe it…! Who on earth would trip at a time like this!?

"―――――" Kotomine looks down at me like trash. He points his finger at me, and many snakes show their veins.

"…!" I get up. I try to get up, but fall again. "――Eh?"

I fall. I fall. The snakes are coming.

But I still fall. Why? Why? Why? Black mud comes for my neck. Why? Oh, I see why. My right ankle is unbelievably black――

"――Ah." Black mud rains down. It spills onto my body like a rainstorm, melts it, and drowns my despair――

TIGER DOJO

Taiga: Not having a weapon when it's needed. This is the place to help such people, the Tiger Dojo. Well. It is the prevailing view that the outcome of battle is decided before it even starts. What does it mean, student!?

Ilya: Um, I guess you shouldn't start a fight until you have a weapon or a plan?

Taiga: Yes! The enemy is the unfair Servant that prepared the strongest force with his money. So you should at least prepare one weapon that lets you turn things around.

Ilya: Then Taiga, are you saying you should restart from the night before the fight and prepare a new weapon? What can you do in such a short time?

Taiga: You can do this! Saber-chan originally had three Noble Phantasms. You should be able to do something if you prepare the last one.

Ilya: I see. You just have to give it back to her, right?

Taiga: Yup. Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's. It's something too valuable to lose, but you have to give back what you found.

Ilya: Oh, you said something good, by your standards. I guess you're a school teacher even if you're a bad one at that.

Taiga: Ahahahaha! Praise me, praise me!

Ilya: Yeah, yeah. Then while Taiga is in a good mood, we will make a major announcement. This corner has continued modestly as a side to the main story, but this is the final episode! We will use a different outlook and start "Tiger Dojo Part II: Taiga One Hundred Million Yen Debt"!! We're going to move the setting to my castle and update our standing pics, music, and even hardware! Production budgets will double and it will be so rich that you won't even think this is a bonus corner!

Taiga: Gahahaha, so many wonderful things! I don't quite understand, but is it like getting a totally new graphic designer!?

Ilya: That's right, master! We will be freed from this rough art! Osu!

Taiga: Marvelous! In that case, let us get away from this dojo right away! Listen, everyone. The key to the second route is on the third day! Once you see an ending, there should be a choice that wasn't there before on the third night. Then hit, hit, hit! Use whatever you can including your Command Spell to stop the raging lion!

Ilya: That's right. Then everyone, I'll be waiting for you in the renewed Tiger Dojo!

ARIA CORNER

Well folks, you managed to get the last Dead End on this route! Well done, everybody. Worth noting that Taiga's advice about starting the second route has technically been rendered false by our format - the choice to get on route two was there, since I oh-so-generously kept all the choices open. Anyways, have fun with the next couple scenes, all 13 of you!

#votestaynight #fate #fate stay/night #fate route #DEAD END

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Genshin Boys With A Dense Crush (Part 2)

Here is part 2~ so, the reason why I didn't include Bennett and Razor is the fact that I can never write for them, like IDK why but its just very hard for me. So yeah, sorry about that. Part 1 (Albedo, Childe and Diluc)

Chongyun

Dense + Dense = more dense

It was painfully obvious that Chongyun likes you but for some reason, he can’t quite figure that out for himself

But everyone around them knows

Xingqiu is actually on the road to writing a book about the two of you

Xiangling, Xinyan, Hu Tao, and Yan Fei are betting on how long until Chongyun realizes his feelings

Chongyun doesn’t know why he likes to see you every day, wants to have meals with you, and why he gets uncomfortable when he sees you with another person and smiling at them

Maybe it was the work of g-

“Oh I like them” -Chongyun one day when he woke up

He consulted his best friend Xingqiu about this and Xingqiu just placed his books down and said “dear archons finally, it was getting very painful to watch”

So the two started planning a cute little confession scenario

Somewhere Xinyan and Yan Fei are crying because they lost the best but Yan Fei is arguing that betting was illegal and has no ground in the law… Yan Fei, you betted with your conscience please stop

Anyway!

The pair of best friends decided to go with a simple type of confession because less is more in Xingqiu’s books

It was going so well, a cute dinner and all of that

“I like you Y/N, can we be more than that?”

Oh is that Xingqiu, Xiangling, Xinyan, Hu Tao, and Yan Fei spying on both of you from the bushes? Why, yes indeed.

“You want to be best friends Chongyun? But don’t you have Xingqiu as your best friend already?” - you with your ever so innocent voice and expression

Chongyun is frozen in place

Xingqiu, Xiangling, Xinyan, Hu Tao and Yan Fei are betting again this time how many times will Chongyun get a friendzone

Kaeya

Someone revive him

He can’t take your dense nature anymore

This is Kaeya after all everything he does allude to something so WHY WON'T YOU GET IT STILL

“Oh, Kaeya? You like someone!? Can you introduce me to them?” - you asking excitedly upon hearing his and Rosaria’s conversation

Kaeya was pretty sure he was describing you

Rosaria is holding back her laugh, she can't breathe… SOMEONE SAVE HER

“I love them but this dense attitude is too much!” - Kaeya as he slams his fist on top of Diluc’s bar

“Have you tried wooing them?” - Diluc as his wiping a glass down, he's so nonchalant about this situation LMAO

“HAVE I TRIED?” - Kaeya sounding very offended

“How about getting a white bed sheet and painting “will you marry me Y/N” on it?” - Rosaria

“Yeah, they leave me no ch-”

“Sit down, don’t embarrass yourself like a child” - Diluc pushing his brother down to sit

“HOW WILL I GET MY FEELINGS ACROSS THOUGH!”

“Just confess, normally… like… a normal person” - Diluc

Kaeya decided that in two days time he was going to confess to you, two days because he needed to make sure it was perfect

But the moment he saw you laughing with some random guy all the planning was thrown out the window

“Meet me in front of the church when the sun rises” - Kaeya to you when he passes by you at the corridor of the headquarters

When you arrived, he made you stand at the flight of stairs in front of the church while he went down

He kneeled with his right knee touching the ground and he pulled a very neatly folded white sheet from his pocket

He unraveled it and wrote, “WILL YOU MARRY ME Y/N?”

But even before you can react a thunderous shouting can be heard and a chuckle

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? I SAID CONFESS NORMALLY!” -Diluc

Thoma

I’m going to try but still little info on this new pyro husband

Thoma is a very understanding boy

He likes you so much that he's willing to wait

But damn has he been waiting long

He decided he was going to confess to you today as well!

“Y/N! I like you!” - Thoma

“I like you too! You are like my best friend!” - you

Every time this happens Thoma stress eats.

Ayaka is giggling because he has never seen her friend like this

He's trying his best for you to like him, he cooks for you, takes care of you, guards you, protects you…

WHAT IS HE DOING WRONG!?

“You know the festival is ongoing” -Ayato as he watches his sister’s friend mop around like a puppy who has been kicked. “Why don’t you try confessing properly and straight-forwardly there?”

That gave him an idea

He dragged to the talisman-wishing thing and told you that you two should make one

When the both of you were done, you should each other what you made and to your surprise, Thoma made a drawing of the both of you holding hands

“It’s not us being best friends forever” - he clarified

“It’s me hoping to spend many more years beside you as your lover.”

Venti

Barbatos aka Venti the Bard has been singing a lot of love songs lately

Especially when you were in the audience watching

He always likes your smile especially when you were watching him

So when the two of you were strolling around near the church of Monstad

He decided that he was going to confess today

Years of being alone and he finally get what Vanessa told him about meeting the right person

“Y/N, I love you-”

“Aww, Venti, I love you too!”

“Really?!” - Venti very excitedly

“Yeah! I love you as a friend! We’re like besties!”

Dvalin felt that

Andrius felt that

Hell even Vanessa felt that from Celestia

“Oh I got to go, bestie, I have something to do! See you tomorrow!”

Lately, the winds of Monstad have been depressing?

“I don’t understand! I thought they liked me back!” Venti his chugging his alcohol while Diluc looked at him in irritation

Diluc wants to kick him out but Venti is Monstad’s archon so he decided against it

“Venti! There you are!” - you

Venti hears your voice and because his drunk his happy instead of upset

He throws himself at you in an attempt of a sloppy hug

“Y/N! I love you~”

“I love you too, we are fr-”

“NO! I LOVE YOU LIKE A SIGNIFICANT OTHER I LOVE YOU! THAT TYPE OF LOVE THAT IF YOU ASK ME TO FIGHT MORAX I WOULD!”

Xiao

When Xiao first had these feelings he was confused

He lived a long life and this was the first time in his life where when he sees someone his chest becomes constricted and warm

“Xiao! Do you like traveler!?” - you excitedly

Xiao felt a tightening in his chest not that good type but am i being stab right now type of tightening

His answer would usually be along the lines of no and he can’t have relationships with mortals

He usually has a lot more patience with you compared to others but hearing you say that he looks good with someone else just made something in him snap

He didn’t mean to shout at you nor did he mean it when he said you should leave him alone

That’s why he's waiting for you at Wangshun Inn, his loneliness grew into worry when after 2 days you weren’t back yet

Upon eavesdropping around he also found out that no one has seen you and your last known location was Mt. Hulao and he immediately began to worry because that place was prohibited to humans

“Are you looking for someone?” - Mountain Sharper appeared behind Xiao as he reached the top of Mt. Hulao. “Are you looking for a mortal perhaps?”

“How did-”

“-That mortal is pretty noisy, they don’t stop talking and they know you.”

Oh, the warm feeling in his chest is back because they were talking about him which means that they weren’t angry at him!

“Where are they!?” Xiao would realize and I swear to you his ready to break every amber rock around Mt.Hulao

“Calm down, they are currently collecting Qingxin flowers”

Right on cue, “XIAO!? IS THAT YOU!?” he heard your voice from behind him, when he saw you, he immediately rushes to you and hugs you

“What are you doing here!?” Xiao would ask, his voice was raised only because of relief

“Oh, I got lost! And Moon Sharper here saw me, we ended up chatting and I guess I forgot the time, he shared so many stories about y- WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT ARE YOU HURT!?”

“I’m alright… I just… I m-miss…”

Moon Sharper is just looking at this scene and he knows he's about to spill the hottest tea next time the adeptus (idk plural form okay) have a dinner party

Xingqiu

At first glance, it might look like that he isn’t affected at all

But internal his boiling

WHY WERE YOU SO DENSE

IF IT WEREN’T FOR HIS CLAN'S TEACHING AND WHAT NOT HIS PROBABLY ABOUT TO ASK YOU FOR A FIGHT

“You’ll make a great husband someday Xingqiu, I know it! Your future wife would be so happy!”

“I want you to be my wife though”

“What was that?”

“NOTHING!”

He knows he needs to move so he can win your heart but how can he when you were dodging every advance he makes

What is more frustrating is that YOU ARE NOT EVEN DOING IT ON PURPOSE

As an author he wants to experience romance first hand, so he tries to be romantic about it but this was frustrating

He decided to pull his last technique from his sleeves

He lent you a very romantic book and between one of the pages he inserted a paper that read “I wish for you to be my muse.”

If that doesn’t work Xingqiu is going to ask you to fight him

Zhongli

Zhongli, Rex Lapis aka Morax has lived thousands of years

Yet this is the first time he encountered someone so dense at first he taught you were just kidding and pretending but when he described what he likes in someone which was pertaining to you

You simply said “WOW THEY SOUND WONDERFUL AND YOU MUST REALLY LIKE THEM BECAUSE YOU SOUND SO IN LOVE” at his face with genuine awe, there was no sign of you being flustered and whatnot

Hu Tao was there to witness this and the younger female had a good laugh when she witnessed this

Zhongli is now praying to Guizhong for help and patience

He first wondered if the reason for such behavior was because you dislike him but it wasn’t the case because you would always smile when you see him

Which makes his knees very weak

In heaven, all the dead gods are laughing at him

He has lived for so many years and yet he doesn’t know what to do because he wants to spend years with you

But a part of him says this isn’t right because his an immortal and you were a mortal, someday him being a former god would drive an enigma in the future

That’s why he was also hesitating on his part

“Zhongli, look-look! A merchant from Monstad gave me a Cecilia!” - you snapping him from his thought, he's a tall man so you had to tip-toe to put the flower in his hair

“There you look even prettier now!” - you smiling up to him

As you were withdrawing your hand, Zhongli grabs it and places it in front of his lips

“I love you Y/N”

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hyperbole-smut · 3 years

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A just reward

We were at his place, playing games as usual. I had always been a quite boyish girl and always hung around with guys, but it always ended up with them not treating me like one in the gang, obviously treating me differently because of my gender.

This guy though had never even made it an issue. He never even spoke about it, and over the years we had become good friends, I'd even go so far as to say we're best friends.

It was getting quite hot. It was in the middle of the summer and his game room was in the attic. We were sweating, both of us, but we kept going; we were used to this.

"Hey," he said suddenly. "You borrowed that hoodie from me, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Could I have it back? I actually thought I had lost it."

"Sure, I'll give it back." I returned to playing, thinking I'd give it to him later.

"Could we do it now? So we don't forget, I'm gonna wear it tomorrow."

"Oh, sure. I'll just go change." I rose, he chuckled in response.

"Hey, don't worry." He pulled me down again to the bed we sat on. "Just change here."

"But I'm not wearing anything under." I blushed, he simply laughed as a response.

"Don't be shy with me! We're friends, right? It's so hot in here anyway so losing some clothing isn't such a bad idea." He pulled his shirt off, remained seated wearing nothing but his sweatpants now.

I wasn’t sure if he was trying to hit on me, or if he actually didn’t mind it. He had never treated me any different than his other friends, so I decided I'd just go with it.

I pulled it off, revealing my small and perky breast before him, blushing as I sat topless next to him. He stared, in awe, and his jaw almost fell to the floor, and he just couldn't take his eyes off me. Nervously I grabbed the controller, and he followed suit.

We kept playing, but I quickly noticed he wasn’t paying attention as he kept peeking at my breasts all the time.

Had he not actually realized I was a girl? That would explain the way he had treated me, though could he really be so dense? No matter how stupid the idea felt everything he did from what he had said, how he was reacting, hinted that it was actually the case.

"M... Man..." He stuttered. "It really is hot in here." He was visibly sweating, and there was no way I could miss the boner peeking up in his sweatpants.

"Y... Yeah."

Now it was me who couldn't help but peek at his boner. As time went on, he seemed more at ease with my nudity, not peeking as much at me, but his boner remained, and I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Damn, I was getting horny.

"I win!" He cheered, bumping into me, like he always did, seemingly already forgetting I was naked. Unprepared at his assault I countered my fall, too much so that I fell down over him.

My breasts pushed against his arm and as my head landed in his lap, I felt his boner right against my face, twitching as it pushed against my cheek.

Silence for what felt like eternity followed and I felt his dick twitch again against my lips as my breath hit it.

Fuck, can't hold back any longer!

"Congratulations." I rose my head just enough to meet his gaze. "Guess you deserve a reward."

With my teeth I grabbed his sweatpants and boxers in one go and slowly pulled them off, his eager cock pushing hard against my face.

My tongue moved from its base up to the tip and I carefully put my lips around it, letting my tongue move in circles around the head.

I could taste the sweet pre-cum as I heard him moan softly in response. He put his hand on my head, carefully holding my hair out of the way, and I moved my lips down his shaft.

His fingers tingled around my ears and neck and I moaned straight into his dick as it moved further back my throat. I reached the base and let the tip of my tongue lick his balls as the rest of my tongue rolled around his cock.

He grabbed my head with his hand and a moan let me know he was close, but before I could react I felt his dick twitch in my mouth and soon I felt his warm cum pour down into my throat. He let go of me, and carefully and thoroughly I made sure to swallow every last drop.

"There you go." I smiled at him. "Should we continue playing?"

He simply nodded in response, still naked, as he grabbed the controller.

#Kinda like a 'Small and Perky 2'#Smut #Fluff #Leading girl

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straydawg-writing · 3 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦.

- 𝓚. 𝙯𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙮𝙘𝙠

• hunter x hunter series

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Chapter 3—

"Don't they have anything at least a LITTLE flattering? I get they're like hippie-extremists, but not all of us want to look like a sack of potatoes," you complained, swiping through their clothing racks that screamed no-potential-whatsoever.

You'd finally arrived at NGL headquarters, only for them to make the three of you throw out your phones and clothes. It's like they were still living in the 18th century.

"It's only clothes. Just pick whatever," Killua replied while browsing through the selection, though he looked equally as aggravated and bored. He did have at least some style that he wanted to upkeep.

Gon on the other hand didn't seem to care.

"You think they have anything green?" He wondered out loud.

You pulled out a set of white pants with a blue long sleeves top.

"Hey Killua."

"Yeah?"

You shoved the set into his arms, giving him a bright smile.

"Try this on, I think it would match your eyes well."

"Idiot. The Chimera Ants won't be looking at my eyes when we're fighting them." Pink dusted his cheeks as he looked to the side, avoiding eye contact.

He bought the outfit without even trying it on.

Gon pouted. "Wait, what about me?"

You pulled out two more similar sets. One was a pair of green pants and a white tank top, while the other was burgundy pants with a black top. That one was yours.

"We can all match!" You grinned, relieved you finally found something that wouldn't make you all look like homeless children. "Well, sort of." The sets were still different colors, but they retained the same general style.

"Oh, great idea Y/N! I'll go change into it now," Gon beamed, nearly skipping all the way to the changing room with his brand new green pants. It was about time he put on something different for a change, you inwardly joked.

Killua was already walking back from the stalls when Gon ran past him.

"Wow Killua, look at that drip~" You whistled, checking out his new outfit.

"You're so hopeless," he sighed, bonking the top of your head.

You rubbed where he had hit and stuck out your tongue, pretending to be hurt. It was the truth though, he looked really good in the outfit you had picked out. Peeking at him while he wasn't looking, you discovered that the tight-skinned long sleeves accentuated his arms in a way you'd never noticed before, hugging his lean muscles. You were right about the royal-colored shirt bringing out his pretty blue eyes. And the way his pale skin and white hair contrasted them even looked a little heavenly...

God, what were you thinking? If Killua heard you right now he'd hit you over the head another 20 times over. You looked to the floor, hoping he wouldn't see your growing blush.

After all three of you had changed into your new clothes, the hunt for the Chimera Ants began. Kite was on his own horse, while the rest of you fit on the second one due to your small frames. You were holding onto Gon's torso as he took control of the reins.

He was like a natural, his whole body moving in sync with the horse in strong determination. You trusted him, knowing that wouldn't just let you topple over. You weren't really used to horses, as they weren't typically found roaming around the jungle.

Then there was Killua, who was standing stick-straight on the horse like it was nothing.

"How do you even do that?!" You called out over the sound of galloping hooves.

"Huh, Do what? You mean this?" Killua smirked, doing a handstand.

You couldn't believe him. The boy had no fear at all.

"You're crazy," you stated, turning around to face Killua and leisurely leaning your back against Gon.

You had finally mastered balancing on the horse without having to hold onto him— but you had nowhere as near the skill Killua did.

"Maybe I am, but you love it," he teased, still upside-down. Temptingly enough, his white locks of hair were hanging upside-down too.

Slowly, you leaned forward on the palm of your hands, steadily closing in the distance between you two.

"Sure, I do. You got me there," you cooed, catching him off guard.

"Huh.." He sweatdropped, turning bright red. Killua's balance was starting to wobble.

Then, exploiting his moment of weakness, you tugged on his hair knocking him over.

Satisfied, you rested against Gon again. Thankfully the boy didn't seem to mind.

"Show off," You said, sticking your nose in the air.

"Man, that was so unfair!" Killua whined, sitting back down on the horse and dragging his hands down his face.

You crossed your arms, ready to deliver some witty comeback, when you noticed some bees in the distance that looked like they were carrying something. Squinting your eyes, you saw that they were flying in closer.

"Hey guys, look at that," you pointed out. The horses stopped as one of the bees dropped the paper in Kite's hand.

Help!!

Chimera Ant Nest, Rocky Area

Notify Hunter Association!!

An SOS? And it appeared to be written in blood.

You cast a worried glance at Gon, who looked disturbed.

"It's Ponzu..."

Ponzu...? The name wasn't familiar to you at all. That must be somebody Killua and Gon knew from before you had met them.

The bee fluttered defeatedly around you before making its landing on your ring finger. Kite made the decision to leave the horses, with a message for the Hunter Association.

Even though they ran faster on foot, it didn't take much time until you came across an unsettling scene.

Or, what was left of Ponzu.

Blood soaked the ground. Articles of ripped-up clothing scattered the dirt, and there was not even a bone in sight. The putrid smell of iron overwhelmed your nostrils.

It was fresh blood.

If you had arrived even 15 minutes earlier, maybe Gon and Killua's friend would not have so barbarically killed. You felt sick to your stomach.

'This wasn't done by a human'

"This was done by a Chimera Ant," Kite finished your thought.

The look on Gon's face scared you. Most of the time, Gon was a sweet boy on a journey to find his father. But sometimes, you could spot a festering darkness threatening to take over his very being. You knew he would never tolerate his friends getting hurt, but you couldn't help but wonder if Gon was self-sacrificing, or perhaps selfish?

"I hate to consider the possibility, but it's possible that NGL's underground rulers have already been fed to the queen. What will happen if Chimera Ants are born with their genes..?" Kite trailed off, studying one of the bullet casings in the murder scene.

An unprecedented biohazard never seen before in human history, is what that meant. The worst-case scenario had just happened.

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That wasn't the last disturbing scene the four of you came across. In front of you now were three decaying horses, each speared through the stomach by its own tree. They resembled grilled chicken and steak kebabs.

The scent was even worse than the last incident. This time, they were rotting. Killua and you both covered your noses, in an attempt to block out the stench.

"It's like a morning sacrifice," Gon stated.

You remembered what that was. Back at home, sometimes birds would impale their prey on sharp objects like branches. It wasn't a pretty sight, but it was the circle of life. What kind of monster could do this to not just one, but three 1,000 ton horses?

Your question was answered quicker than you had hoped.

"Trash. Those are mine!" The monster in question growled as he stepped foot out of the dense forest.

He looked like an overgrown bunny, with wings of a bird, thick-ass thighs, and seaweed green hair. And as for the vibe he gave off? You could safely assume he was just a stupid man-child.

"Wow. You're ugly," you deadpanned.

"You wanna say that again little brat?" He snarled, making the first move and charging right after you.

You quickly dodged his attack, but not before he came in contact with your arm. That was gonna leave a bruise.

Kite activated his aura, temporarily distracting the bunny-monster. It seemed to have noticed the change in atmosphere.

No way...was it possible? Had it already learned about the power of nen?

"Y/N, Gon, Killua... You three must deal with him yourselves. We'll be encountering more Chimera Ant soldiers like him. I won't be able to help you during combat, so if you can't defeat him, you will have to leave." Kite stepped back from the fight.

You nodded, Gon and Killua mirroring you. The three of you understood what hung in the fate of this fight.

"We told you before Kite, we're pros, not just kids!"

In sync, you all activated your nen together.

"Did you hear that bunny? I'm about to blow off those weird speedos of yours into the next dimension." You raised your hand in front of you, manipulating the wind to blow him away with every step that you advanced.

Killua was already in the air, prepared to test his thunder-bolt. In a flash of blue, dozens of lightning strikes were being zapped into the ant, immobilizing him. Gon's charged punch was enough to send him flying across the sky.

You saw his tail-puff shrink and sparkle in the distance as he was about to disappear, until something fast and unidentifiable swept him away.

Someone had been watching.

"He let his soldier do the fighting so that he could learn our abilities," Kite explained while walking towards the three of you again.

Gon and Killua looked disappointed. You hadn't even gotten a chance to use much of your powers during that fight. If you had finished it off, would that have been enough to prove yourselves?

"Are you coming?"

You looked up at Kite.

"There's no need to feel down, your attacks weren't that bad. You just need experience now. If you wish to become stronger, this is a perfect opportunity... But if you aren't prepared, you won't be able to endure it. Whether we win or lose, hell lies ahead of us." Kite finished off, looking at each one of you in the eye with a resolute stare.

You knew that. Gon and Killua knew that also.

Even so, all three of you were prepared and eager to do whatever it takes to strengthen yourselves and help Kite save NGL.

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Kite looked serene as the light of the small campfire lit up his features. He and Gon had caught some fish for dinner earlier, while Killua and you set up camp. Now, you sat brushing arms with Killua, who was sitting next to Gon, who was huddled up close to Kite. The night was quiet, except for the cicadas singing in the trees and the thoughts running through you and your friend's minds.

There was a lot to think about.

Gon and Killua hadn't even been given the time to grieve over the loss of their past acquaintance, before being hit with the hard-hitting truth that the Ants were already evolving at a nightmarish rate. Nobody knew how many had gone missing or even more so been eaten. Yet everyone knew that the death count had already surpassed comprehensible numbers. Most likely, not everybody here would make it out alive.

But, the three of you consistently have proven the odds wrong. You held onto that fact like you held onto your pendant.

It reassured you.

It was obvious that the three of you had become inseparable over the past two years.

After you met Gon and Killua at Heaven's Arena, you'd never left each other's side.

Nobody would be going home without the other, because you had all found home within each other.

"Hey, Kite? What was your dad like?" Gon asked.

Kite looked up at the boy, surprised by the sudden question. Turning his eyes to the starry night sky, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

"I didn't know him. He disappeared when I was a child."

Gon hummed, waiting for Kite to continue. He knew that feeling too. It was an icy and empty feeling, not having a father figure in your life to guide you, praise you.

"I have very few memories of him, but they've all muddled together by now. Sometimes I can't tell if they're real or if I've convinced myself they are."

"....I think Ging would thank you."

This brought Kite's attention back to Gon.

"Thank me for what?"

"Well... You've been like a sort of mentor for me ever since we met, back on Whale Island. If it weren't for you, I would never have even become a hunter. Maybe I'm just a kid, but the past month it felt like I.. like I had a dad."

Your heart ached for Gon, who had been searching this whole time for his father in everyone he met and everything he saw. Gently, you placed your hand over his and squeezed it, wishing you could be of more comfort to him. Wishing you could turn back time and bring Ging back to his home, to Gon.

Kite's eyes softened as he looked at the boy, who offered a wobbly smile.

"Ging would be proud of you," he said, ruffling Gon's spiky hair.

That night, the glimmering moonlight had brought out your most vulnerable selves. You felt a honey-like warmth grow inside of you— a new member had just been added to your family. Killua seemed content, happy that his friend was smiling. And Gon's eyes matched the twinkling stars as he looked up to Kite like he was the most wonderful thing.

It was a special night. You knew deep down that you would treasure it, for a long time to come.

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#hunter x hunter fanfiction #killua x reader #killua zoldyck x reader #hxh #hxh fanfic

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ramblingaboutthings · 4 years

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The stars | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Word count: 2.7k (the longest I've ever written UwU)

Warnings: curse words because my Italian self doesn't have self control in this kind of things lmao. Also a little amount of angst and FLUFFFFFFFF.

A/N: I'm actually alive and I'm so proud of this, I hope you'll like it too!!

Summary: you think you could never stand a chance with James Potter but little do you know, he's just oblivious to the fact that he has stronger feelings than simple friendly love toward you.

The day had begun in the best way, you’d gotten an excellent mark in divination that you somehow found really difficult and boring. Then you went to have lunch, like, you were absolutely starving.

You’d usually sit with the marauders but today you weren’t in the mood. You sat with your group of friends instead.

You sat right beside Lily and you were talking about something you weren't really interested in, she giggled as she muttered something about Severus and blushed lightly.

You smiled widely when you realized that maybe she was starting to develop feelings.

Then your eyes traveled around the table only to find James already staring in your direction, well in Lily's direction actually. A piece of your heart shuttered.

"Y/n! Are you even listening?" Lily laughed and you shook your head.

"Sorry Lils I got caught up in my thoughts" you answered, suddenly feeling awkward.

"You like that idiot" she pointed out, smiling softly.

Your eyes widened at her statement, you looked back between her and James before looking away, suddenly finding the slytherin table interesting. You tried to change the subject, starting with the homework you had to do but Lily wouldn't budge.

"You like him don't you?" She asked again gaining a huff from you.

"Maybe, I mean he's cute, he's funny but he likes you not me. Who'd even like me? Look at me!" You said, feeling the tears that managed to escape from your eyes, on your face.

Lily smiled sadly.

"You'll never quit with that low self esteem, will you? You're beautiful, clever and if he doesn't like you for who you are then fuck him Y/n/n" she reassured you.

You looked again towards James, this time he was actually staring at you and as soon as he met your gaze he smiled mouthing a "why aren't you sitting with us?".

You shrugged "I'll see you later" you mouthed back.

Meanwhile Lily's beautiful smile now became a playful smirk." I think at least one time he has thought about the fact that he likes you, and not me" you gave her a small shake of your head, signaling her to stop. She just tilted her head to the side while you went back to your staring session. Eyes still watery.

“hey.” Sirius hit Remus lightly in the chest. “Look at Y/n.”

Remus followed his friend’s gaze, and his eyes widened when he saw you staring at James, furiously wiping at the tears rolling down your cheeks. You try to avoid their gaze, but they'd already noticed you “y/n, what happened?” Sirius mouthed, brown eyes searching yours with concern.

"Nothing" you answered.

“whats up?" James asked his two friends, noticing the worry in their faces. Then he met your gaze and crossed his arms, looking away, with an angry expression. Angry? Why would he be angry at you? You frowned.

You saw Sirius come up to you “Who do I need to beat up?” he asked.

You sniffled and rolled your eyes up to the ceiling, laughing dryly. “No one.”

“it's Prongs. Isn't it?”

"I said I'm fine Black!" you spatted.

“Hang on, (y/n), firstly you never said tha–”

“Y/n!” James’ cheerful voice called from behind you, and your eyes widened in surprise. “What’s up?” he asked, stopping next to you with a grin. That grin fell, however, when he noticed your red eyes and wet cheeks. He reached for you and inquires in a soft voice: “y/n, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. I’ll see you guys later.” And, with that, you stepped past the two boys and disappear.

James’ wide eyes found Sirius’s. “Who do I need to beat down?” he asks gravely.

Sirius shook his head, lips pressed into a thin line. “Prongs, you are that stupid, you could fail a test on yourself.” He walked past James, bumping his shoulder against his as he went, and stormed off in the opposite direction you ran away to.

“James Potter!”

Despite his now sad mood, James’s head couldn't help but lift at the sound of Lily’s angry voice coming from beside him. “Ah, Lily” He smiled broadly and spun around, only to meet a hard slap to his left shoulder.“Ow–hey! What the fuck was that for?” he asked placing a hand on the spot she'd slapped him.

Lily gritted her teeth and poked a finger on his chest. “You, James Potter, are a real asshole.”

“What did I–”

“You need to stop chasing after me, I don't like you and I never will and think about the real girl you're in love with instead! Everyone has noticed James” the redhead hissed before running after you. Leaving James quite confused.

She found you on your bed, staring at the many sky maps you hung on your wall. She knew you'd been crying again.

"Y/n, he'll realize how good you are sooner or later" she whispered approaching you.

You rolled your eyes.

"As if" you laughed darkly.

Lily giggled "y/n, do you realize that with all those protective manners toward you, he can't see you only as a friend?"

"Can you stay with me? We don't have classes this afternoon, we could just chill here" you almost pleaded changing the subject of the discussion.

Lily smiled softly and nodded before jumping on your bed.

One hour later, the marauders were all reunited in their own dorm room. James was thinking about what Lily had said some moments before, but actually the real thing he couldn't bring himself to stop thinking about was your sad face. This image was like printed inside of his mind.

"Prongs, we're heading off to Y/n and Lily's room, do you want to come?" Remus asked suddenly.

James slowly nodded his head, now all he wanted to do was comfort you, all he wanted was to look into your eyes and make you smile, because it was like his favourite pastime, making you smile was like recieving a gift. You were a gift, a gift that the world decide to give him.

"James?" Remus snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah coming"

They sneakily made their way to the girls dorm, and when they finally got inside, you were done crying and was laughing at something that Lily'd said. James smiled at the scene.

"Hey girls! Y/n was in a bad mood so we decided to lift your spirits" Sirius exclaimed.

You gasped, as you didn't even hear the door open. Then your eyes met James' hazel ones.

"hey Y/n/n, is everything alright?" He asked you as he made his way to your bed.

"Yup, much better now" you instinctively hugged him, even though he was the cause of her previous sadness.

He smiled inhaling your scent and you did the same thing.

He sat on the bed and you laid on his lap.

The rest of the people smiled at each other with knowing looks.

You, oblivious to the many glances, quickly fell asleep lulled by James' heartbeat.

Lily rolls her eyes to the ceiling. “Merlin’s beard! You like her! Leave me the hell alone!" Lily whisper yelled.

"What are you talking about, Evans?" He asked, genuine confusion covering his face.

"You like your best friend, we've all noticed except you. Open your eyes, Prongs” And, with one last groan of frustration, Sirius knocked some sense into James

It hit him like a train, he liked you! Of course he did, how could've he been so dense? He'd actually liked you for a long time, every time you blushed, he smiled. Every time you would kiss him on the cheek, he'd even lightly blush.

Did you like him? He asked himself as his gaze settled on your graceful sleeping face. He would have never thought about it if Sirius hadn’t literally knocked the fact into his head. He finds himself going through all of his memories of you. You even gave him, -your crush- advice on how to win another girl over.

Oh, he really was stupid.

"Fuck, does she even like me back?" He whispered, gaining weird looks from Lily and Sirius which were seriously questioning his intelligence.

"Why do you think she was mad? She saw you staring in my direction, and all her hopes went down really quick" Lily explained with a hint of exasperation in her voice.

"I wasn't staring at you Lily, I was making sure she was okay, I didn't even notice the tears but I somehow knew something was off" James admitted.

Sirius giggled followed by Remus.

"I told you, you are some new kind of stupid" James stuck out his tongue at Sirius.

"I'm not stupid, just quite oblivious"

They continued to talk, not about you, but they kept whispering things to each other, trying not to wake you up.

Your cat -that you named Rigel after the star in your favorite constellation, Orion- jumped on the bed and curled up beside James. He liked him just as much as you did, and it made the boy laugh everytime you told him. But even that thing now made sense, you really loved him, like in the actual meaning of the word.

He slowly started to get uncomfortable in the position he was in, but he couldn't risk to wake you up, so he just stayed still, cuddling Rigel and still chatting with the others.

You woke up only two hours later, your hair sticking to your face. When you looked up as you rubbed your eyes, you blushed as the realization of who you had fallen asleep on, hit you.

“y/n?”

James’s grip around you tightened but you got up and took a few steps away from him. The sun now shone right on you, like it was some kind of sign for James, as if for the first time, he realized the fascinating way in which your eyes sparkled in the warm sunlight. “hey guys” you whispered.

The boy shakes his head and his eyes traveled around the room before setting back on you “I think we need to talk Y/n". You slightly panicked.

The others in the room smiled "we're going uhm- see you later" Remus announced awkwardly before they quickly walked out of the room.

“Then what do you want?” you ask, finally turning to face him. Your eyes were tired when they meet his and, even though they were still red from crying, at that moment, their beautiful e/c finally managed to make him fully realize the amount of love he felt for you. “Because if you’re here to tell me you are in love with Lily again, I don’t want to hear it.”

James shook his head. “I’m not here to say that.”

You blink in surprise. “Then what are you here to say?” you whisper.

James takes a deep breath and looks out of the small window. “Honestly, if it wasn't for Remus, Sirius and Lily I would've never realized but I like you Y/n/n. And I know you like me too” You studied him for a moment, not able to read his expression, and after a few moments of trying, you gave up with a sigh and looked away just before he spoke “I know I’ve hurt you, and I’m sorry.”

You closed your eyes and shook your head. “Jam–”

“No, let me talk please.” He took my hand and shifted his body so he was facing you. “I’ve been so hung up on Lily that I haven't realized it was you I was only staring at, you're the only girl I give a fuck about. And I know I have been oblivious lately but I hope you’ll still give me a chance.”

The awkward silence nearly caused James a heart attack, and he sighed in relief when you looked up at him shyly. You'dnever been embarrassed in front of him but your feelings were now too exposed.

“I don’t want you to do this just because you found out. I don’t want a pity-date, James” you admitted quietly.

He shook his head. "It’s a you-are-my-best-friend-and-i-have-liked-you-since-4th-year date love.” you shivered at the nickname.

You pursed your lips and stared at him him intensely. His eyes shone through his glasses with nothing but honesty, and your heart fluttered in your chest. He was just offering you something with no tricks...Well that's new.

“Alright, Potter.” you smiled at him, still not fully realizing he liked you back.

James grinned sheepishly as he took your hand in his. “after dinner, I'll pick you up and the rest is a surprise”

You nodded and snuck closer to him, feeling his breath on your forehead. You liked the feeling he gave you, staying this close together. You felt his heart beating at a rate -a really fast rate- that matched yours.

"We should go to the others" James broke the silence, and you nodded in agreement.

You walked hand in hand through the halls of the school until you found the rest of the marauders and Lily sitting on the grass of the middle courtyard.

"Hey guys " Remus grinned at you two and when they noticed your intertwined hands. they all smirked.

"Have you got something to say?" Lily asked.

You blushed brightly and buried your face in James' chest while he wore his signature smirk.

"I asked her on a date" Lily squealed in response.

"Oh Merlin! I have to get you ready! When is it?" She asked excitedly.

James took that as a further confirmation of his dead feelings for the redhead, and he kissed your forehead as if he wanted to reassure you.

"Tonight and It's a surprise actually" James announced.

He held you like you were some kind of rare thing that could break at any moment, and you loved it.

You stayed like that untill it was time to go to dinner.

The great hall was already full of students and you decided, along with Lily, to sit with the marauders, so you could stay with James.

You sat across from him and you really tried not to stare at him, but you couldn't, it was stronger than you, and he of course noticed.

"Like what you see y/l/n?" You gasped at his sudden question, but still mimicked his smirk.

"Actually, yes"

The marauders started to fake their disgust while Lily laughed.

"Since when are you that bold Y/n?" Lily asked.

"I don't know, he just gets on my nerves sometimes" you answered grinning widely.

And you spent all dinner exchanging looks and bold remarks from you that left almost everytime James speechless.

"Go put something comfortable, I'm taking you somewhere you'll like" James said at the end, placing a kiss on your nose "be ready in 10, I'll pick you up from your room" he finished.

As soon as you got to your dorm, you suddenly felt nervous and started to search for something to put on, and you opted for a gryffindor hoodie and leggings just in time.

"Are you ready?" James asked after knocking at the door, in response you opened it.

"Let's go then" he took your hand as you walked toward the highest tower of the castle, you couldn't hide your smile as you walked up the stairs of the astronomy tower.

"Is this too simple? I mean I know you love space and all but maybe-"

"This is perfect Jamie, this is the idea I had of my first date, I love it" you interrupted him.

You sat on the floor and looked up.

"That is Orion, and there is Rigel, my cat" you chuckled as you explained pointing to the star.

"Right on the horizon you can spot Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky" James smiled while your eyes lightened up, they'd always sparkle when you started talking about space, and he could listen to you for hours.

"What star is that?" He asked pointing to a very bright spot in the sky.

"That's Venus James" you laughed playfully.

"How was I supposed to know?" He pouted.

When you looked at him you noticed how close you were, you could feel his breath on your lips.

His gaze traveled from your eyes to your lips and before you could even think straight he kissed you putting his hands on your waist he held you closer and closer until he lost his balance and fell on the ground, you on top of him.

He laughed breathlessly as you just laid your head on his chest.

"I think I'm in love with you" you suddenly said, as a bright blush crept onto your face.

"I know I'm love with you Y/n".

#james potter x reader #james potter #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #marauders era #marauders fic #sirius #sirius black #remus #remus lupin #lily evans

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loserkusen · 5 years

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A Change of Heart

It’s 20-BiTeen bitches!!! In celebration the girl in this fic is bi, like yours truly, cause representation matters and if you don’t like it block me. Anyways the anticipated Julian fic.

Oh yeees 😍 can you write a jealous Julian blurb ?♥️

Based off FACE by BROCKHAMPTON 🧡

Word Count: 2,179

She never though she’ll end up in the same position again. After how hard she had worked to convince herself that love wasn’t for her and that it was okay, she found herself stuck in the same spot as always. Wishing she hadn’t started anything to begin with.

(Y/N) had been seeing Julian for a couple of months now. Due to the amount of men and women that had broken her heart, she hated admitting the feelings he evoked in her. The deep connection they had formed was nothing she had felt before which exited her, but made her fearful of the unknown emotions. So she remained guarded and made their relationship as informal as possible. No titles. No commitments. Simply two people getting along and having casual sex.

What she didn’t expect was for her to be sitting in Julian’s kitchen at 2am debating whether to return to bed with the boy she was falling for or to gather her belongings as quickly as possible and walk away from him like she had done many times before. She always felt horrible after the latter, but it was the only thing she could think of doing whenever she laid wrapped up in his arms wondering how she was going to save herself the heartbreak this time.

The sudden hand on her waist startled her causing her to jump off the kitchen stool. Luckily, the familiar arms held her up saving her the pain and embarrassment of hitting the floor.

"What are you doing up right now?" He held her closer, his feathery hair brushing against her cheek.

"I um- I couldn't sleep" she sat back down turning in the seat to face him. His sleep clouded face and shirtless body stood illuminated by the dim light peaking in through the windows. "I have a headache and was wondering if you had pain killers. I thought they'll be in the kitchen, but I couldn't find them."

"They're in the bathroom angel. You should've asked me."

“I didn’t want to wake you.” Your gaze diverted away from him. Doing anything to avoid his eyes hoping he wouldn't see your watery ones.

"You okay?" He stepped closer, his fingers caressing your cheek as he lifted your chin. Silence followed his words. She wasn't. She was quickly realizing she was far from okay. Falling for someone who seemed too good for her. Unable to accept the possibly that he could be the one exception. Slowly slipping into a state she promised she would never come close to again.

"I'm just tired Julian." He starred into her eyes for a moment before nodding and reaching for her hand. She followed him back to his room, silently getting under the covers as he searched his bathroom cabinet for the pills. Julian returned with a glass of water and a crewneck sweatshirt too.

"You should put this on. Being cold is probably going to make it worse." You pulled on his soft sweater which happened to smell like his favorite cologne. The familiar scent worked to calm you down and soon enough your stress induced headache settled down. Not much later, you felt Julian's grip on your waist tightening. His arm pulling you close to his chest was becoming a routine whenever you slept over. He held on throughout the night up until the morning. Almost as if trying to make you stay forever.

The next morning, Julian was awakened by the sound of your feet shuffling around his room. He took a deep breath not wanting to open his eyes and see you rushing to leave him once again. His sad reality hit him at the feeling of the empty spot next to him on the bed. Hesitantly, he sat up catching your attention from across the room.

"Hey Julian." She looked caught off guard as she stumbled trying to step into her boots as quickly as possible. "I didn't think you'll be up this early." She looked tense. The quiet room heightened her uneasiness as Julian remained quiet simply gazing at her. It took a couple of minutes for Julian to break the dense silence eating away at both of them.

"Do you have to leave?" His voice was faint making her feel worse for trying to leave unnoticed once again. She turned around searching for her bag trying to avoid his stare. The truth was, she did have to leave. She had to leave before she did something she regretted. Running away from him temporarily allowed her to breathe. She felt like one more moment with him would reveal the inescapable fact she had been trying to avoid for months now; she was in love with him. She was afraid her brain would win over her heart and she'll break whatever relationship they had out of fear of being mistreated again. Julian had stood up now. His hair laid flat against his forehead and various purple marks scattered around his neck. "We could go get breakfast if you want. I would cook for you, but that wouldn't be really smart." He tried to ease the tension sensing your anxious state.

"I actually promised Rachel she could meet me at my place this morning." You turned around finding him closer to you than before. "I'm probably running late at this point." Your hands searched through your bag making sure you weren’t leaving anything behind. His hand reached forward lifting your chin while his other arm wrapped around your waist. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips just hoovering over yours. unable to resist the urge, you leaned forward pressing your lips to his. He pulled you closer, the kiss quickly escalating. After a minute that felt simultaneously like just a second and an eternity, he pulled back but remained close to you.

"Why cant you just stay? At least one time." He stood over you, his eyes trying to read the true emotions hiding behind yours. You stood quietly allowing yourself to lean into his touch. "You always leave (Y/N). I don't understand why." The frustration in his calm voice pulled at your heartstrings.

"Julian I have to go. I'm not doing this right now." You turned on your heel making your way out of his room and straight towards his front door. It was impossible to stop the tears as you walked outside towards your car. Knowing Julian wouldn't follow you, you remained inside your car taking deep breaths to calm your heavy breathing before starting the car on your way to your house.

"I don't know what to do Rachel!" You had been arguing with your best friend over your situation for over an hour at this point. It was all pointless. The conversation just kept going in circles.

"Just admit that you're in love with him and let him know! He wants you (Y/N). I don't understand how you can't see that." She sat on your couch nonchalantly causing your irritation to rise.

"You just don't understand Rachel. How many times did someone else seem to want me before? And how many times did that not end up with me crying over them to you?" You ran your hands through your hair in utter exasperation at the inability to do anything to help yourself. "I don't want to get hurt again. I promised this wouldn't happen to me again, Rachel."

"Just give him a chance (Y/N). He's Julian! Not some trashy guy I warned you about before. He's just as fucked over by the fact that you're not together yet as you are." Tears you thought you couldn't have anymore began to stream down your face again for what seemed like the hundredth time in just a couple hours. "Come here." You slowly walked to your best friend who sat waiting with open arms. You buried your face into her neck silently letting it all out. She knew how much this was hurting you even if you were the only one overthinking the situation. You sat with her for a couple minutes, her hand soothingly running up and down your back. The quiet moment was interrupted by the front door opening revealing a distressed Julian who just stared at the both of you. Quickly you wiped your tears standing up feeling the lump in your throat returning.

"Julian, what are you doing here?" The tension you felt before had returned, only this time it was worse. You saw Rachel shifting behind you probably just uncomfortable as you were.

"I wanted to talk to you. I didn't know I was intruding I'm sorry. I'll leave." His voice was higher than normal hinting that he was trying his hardest to hold back. You stayed quiet simply staring back at Julian who still stood in your living room despite his words.

"You're not intruding. I was about to go." Rachel broke the silence quickly grabbing her phone and walking out the house before you could stop her. Julian remained quiet even with Rachel gone which left you no other option but to start the inevitable conversation you had been dreading.

"What do you want to talk about Julian." You sat back down hoping he would follow.

"You know why I'm here (Y/N)." Tip toeing around the subject wasn't going to help either of you.

"Don't be ambiguous Julian. Please get to the point." He took a deep breath before unleashing everything he had been holding in.

“What are you waiting for?” His words instantly jab at your heart. “Do you just want to sleep around with me for eternity? Do you just want someone to not be alone?” You kept quiet knowing he had every right to complain. “What do you want us to be?” He turned his body towards you now hoping to get a response from you.

"It’s not that easy, Julian.” You knew that's not what he wanted to hear, but that was sadly the only thing you could come up with without completely breaking down.

“Do you even really want to be with me? Do you want to be with somebody else? Do you want to be with Rachel?” The comment instantly caused you to snap your head towards him.

“What are you talking about?” Out of everything he could have said this was the last thing you could've thought about.

“I just don’t understand what you want! We spend every second possible together. We talk about everything. And no matter how much closer I think I get to you, you always walk away. You walk back to her. And if that's what you want, then that's okay. Just tell me. Talk to me. Don't ignore whats going on.” You shook your head not knowing how to express every single thought that was currently running through your mind.

"Julian it is definitely not what you think. I don't want to be with Rachel. She's just my best friend and the only one I've been able to talk to about this whole mess. She's not part of it." You instantly shut down his suspicion moving on to the painful part. "And I don't blame you, okay? Not even I know what I want at this point." The tears unwillingly resurfaced. "I just want to be happy." You gave up all composure you had, immediately slumping forward dropping your face into your hands. Not two seconds passed before Julian was next to you holding you close to him.

"I'm sorry." You shook your head.

"No Julian. This isn't on you. It's on me. We're in this mess because I don't trust myself to be in a relationship again. Every time I try, everything goes wrong. I don't want that again." You finally looked up to see him. His eyes soft and empathetic. “You have no idea how many times I’ve been fucked over Julian. How many times I’ve been lied to.”

“I would never lie to you.” You smiled reaching for his hand, squeezing it softly.

"I know. And that's why I don't want to fuck this up for us." Julian pulled his hand back placing both of them on your shoulders now.

"Listen. I know people have treated you wrong, okay? I can see it. You’re hurt. You don’t trust that we'll work out. You don't believe I can love you. But you’re wrong this time, baby.” He smiled looking at you wishfully. "You're completely wrong."

“I’m being cautious Julian.” The more he spoke the less your argument seemed valid.

“You’re being cautious with the wrong person. I just want to love you." You sat up moving towards him now, his arms instantly on your waist pulling you onto his lap. He pressed kisses against your face as he held you tightly. You held his cheek, your fingers ghosting over the light stubble, as Julian moved forward capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

"Good thing I already love you, Julian." You felt his lips forming a smile as you mumbled the words into the kiss.

"I know you do." He pressed his lips against yours once more. "Because I do too."

#pls pay attention to her i love this one #ALSO I CANT PUT THE PAGE BREAK UNTIL I GET MY LAPTOP TOMRW IM SORRY #julian brandt #bayer leverkusen #football imagine #julian brandt imagine #germany nt

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a-heart-in-spades · 2 years

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"By the way, the Light Eater said 'Hi."

Ayla smiled at him, her eyes sharp. Wraith knew she had been the one to take down the bloodthirsty Valus. He also knew she knew he had failed to kill him in Mars. Fuck. He refused to show any indication of just how much the mocking hurt his pride.

"Well, he said, and I quote: 'The last Guardian that dared to approach me failed miserable, crushed under his own shortcomings, what makes you believe this will go any different?'" She continued, not bothering to fake any warm in her tone, just like he had talked to her the last time she failed a bounty. "One Shadowshot to his head was my answer. You are getting slower, Titan. Might need to check for any signs of rusting."

Wraith knew very well that the best way to survive in the Wilds was to know yourself and to know your enemy, identify the weakness and strengths each had and adapt from that.

So he admitted, at least to himself, that Ayla was improving scarily fast. Her stealth and agility made her unpredictable- deadly.

And Wraith was losing to her.

He just shrugged and said, "You got one lucky shot. I'm surprised you didn't completely missed his big head." Wait. Oh, no, bad phrase. She probably thought he meant the other thing.

The air between them turned dense with her Void light.

"My aim is true." Ayla said between clenched teeth. "Shooting a Cabal is no different than shooting a Titan."

He wanted to apologize, even if the words felt like sandpaper against his throat. But then she opened her mouth again-

"Specially one with flimsy shields."

-And just like that, all his sympathy was gone.

"I could crush you, little Hunter."

"You could try, big guy. Try to butt-head me and find I'm covered in knives."

Oh, he knew what she's doing.

They had actually joked about that a few months ago, while they were forced to work together on a bounty-turned-rescue mission. Their fighting styles complemented each other almost perfectly, and it had been easy to fall into an almost friendly conversation.

Then they failed.

A fireteam and civilians died even when they'd tried their best to save them. He said she wasn't cut to be a Guardian, she told him he was too weak to protect anyone, and their usually snappy banter became straight up venomous.

After that, he no longer he cared about winning a bounty just for the bragging rights, he wanted to see her lose and break.

The Arc energy wrapped around his hands with malice, just one snap away from unleashing it against this pathetic hunter-

"Ayla. Guardian. Fireteam Full House is calling. They found a lead for that thing you all have been talking about." The little Ghost rematerialized himself in front of Ayla, forcing her to look at him and not Wraith.

"I- we should leave too, Uncl- Wraith." Bee appeared at his side, her Light warming the fist he had closed on a death grip, and just now he noticed her distress over the connection they shared.

A feeling of deep shame washed over him. He knew confrontations like this always made her deeply uncomfortable, but he struggled to keep his temper on check when the hunter in front of him was involved.

Ayla looked at her own Ghost, at the trembling Bee, and frowned. Wraith thought it looked like she might say something, but with one last look of disdain towards him, she just transmatted out in a burst of light.

And Wraith felt his anger raise once more.

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"Please," Spectre begged, "Please. You need to speak with him and find a way to stop this. This is not healthy for either of you."

Ayla didn't answer him. She just kept on walking, ignoring the memories of a dying fireteam, of Wraith's despair when his shield hadn't been strong enough, of her shaking hands missing a crucial shot with her bow, and pretended there was nothing they needed to talk about or heal from.

Holy fuck. There is so much animosity, so much tension, so much UST that I can't deny I have an urge to write a thing to follow this up because god damn this was such a good read.

I can't thank you enough for sharing that with me and just akjbhfsadfgadg i love it.

#ayla #wraith #wrayla #ayla x wraith #ask #anon

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itswhatimreallythinking · 6 years

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My boyfriend can't be this cute (guidelines to dating Lance McClain)

My gift to @tamaraneankori. Merry Christmas to you girl (hope it’s still christmas at you place). You ask for a fluffy fic and this is the sweetest thing I ever written. It came out longer than I expected (happens to all my fic actually) but I had so much fun writing this. Hope it lives up to your expectation.

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AO3

Summary: Keith have a cute boyfriend

A.K.A Keith’s constant dilemma of battling his raging hormones while his boyfriend remain oblivious

A.K.A Keith is doomed

From the first moment, he laid eyes on the blue-eyed boy across the campus ground Keith knows he was doomed. From tantalizing caramel skin to a dazzling smile, and sparkling eyes that he wants to keep looking into for the rest of his life, Keith had fallen hard.

And the worst part is the boy, Lance McClain, have no freaking idea.

Despite his flirty words and affectionate behavior, Lance is actually very dense when it comes to people’s affection towards himself.

Many times, Keith just want to forgo all the courting (that all went unnoticed) and kiss the Cuban till he gets the memo. If Hunk didn’t constantly remind him that Lance like romantic gesture he might do just that. It’s not easy though. From the number of times Pidge came close to ripping her hair off, he guessed that she too is close to saying fuck it and shove both of them into a locked room.

So, it’s understandable when he believes that Hunk is sent from heaven to be his impulse control and the best wingman ever. Without him Keith would have bombed this a long time ago.

But he didn’t.

After months of pining and extreme courting, (he once brave a snowstorm to get Lance McDonald’s because he happens to mention in the group text that he have a sudden craving, even Pidge was impressed) Lance finally get the message and reciprocate his feelings.

It was the best day of his life.

Yes, Shiro, it’s better than the day the papers finally went through and they really became a real family. Stop looking at him like that. Go complain to someone who cares. Who? Oh, he don’t know, Allura maybe? Of course, he’s still mad. His ‘brother’ decide to ditched his birthday party because he rather ‘Netflix and chill’ with his girlfriend for god sake. DON’T TOUCH ME!

Anyway, that day was the best day of his life, but also the start of his unending dilemma. He’s not sure he’s going to live past 50 if this continues. Not with the constant spike in blood pressure and head trauma.

Being friends allow Keith to spent time with the Cuban, while this is good it’s not enough. Keith always wants more. They said to be careful of what you wish for and only now did he come to fully understands that saying. Because, if he thought Lance was cute while being his friend he is so not ready for the level that is of the boyfriend.

He can’t count how many times he bangs his head against hard surface just to keep his emotions under control.

Thus to save himself from early demise he constructs up a list of guidelines that will (somewhat) make his life as Lance’s boyfriend (and to be the best boyfriend ever) a little easier.

#1 Be more open-minded

He had said this many times. Lance is gorgeous. Anyone who disagrees can fight him on that. Even Pidge once admit it to them in secret (and also threaten them with a lifetime of suffering if anyone as much as hint it to the Cuban). So it’s quite understandable when someone tries to make a move on his boyfriend.

More than once that Lance’s friendliness got taken out of context as an invitation to sweep the Cuban off his feet. Now that will not do. Sweeping Lance off his feet, literally and figuratively, is Keith’s job.

He’d hold his tongue when they were still friends but now he’s not going to let it slide. Many times it became a fist fight (if they’re a guy and of course he always wins) because talking doesn’t work with these people.

Lance always gave him an earful while tending to the cuts and bruises, asking why he feels the need to start a fight, that he was never like this before. He keeps mum during all of it but after months of coaxing and disappointed looks, he cracked.

“Because you’re you and I’m me that’s why.” The answer rendered the brunette speechless and Keith to gather himself for a bit to soldier on.

“Lance do you realized how amazing you are? You… you’re beautiful and smart and friendly and hundreds of other positive traits. I’m unsocial and hot-headed and…and I still don’t understand why you agreed to go out with me.” Lance stared at him with a blank look on his face, Keith turned his head away. “When I saw those guys, with their slick hair and perfect teeth…and money to spoil you the way you deserved. I just felt so threatened, so scared, that you would suddenly realize that you can do a lot better than me and-”

“Leave?”

Even if that what he’s about to say hearing it coming from Lance’s mouth made his heart dropped to his feet. He heard the brunette heave a tired sigh and he grinds his teeth. He really shouldn’t say all that, now Lance will know what a loser he is. A sharp flick to his forehead made him yelp in surprise. Looking up he was met with a murderous glare. Lance is furious.

“I could not believe what you just said,” the words were drawn out in a snarl that reminds Keith of a predator. The Cuban got right up in his face, their nose touching, “you see me that shallow? That a pocket full of money and a few nice words could lure me away?”

“NO! I would never. It’s just that…”

Lance pinched the bridge of his nose, muttered a few words in Spanish, and if Keith has ears they’d be drooping right now.

He didn’t hear Lance take a huge calming breath but he did feel it when two warm hands cradled his face and then he’s looking into a pair of deep azure eyes.

“Now you listen to me Keith,” gone were the terrifying snarl replace with a voice so soft his heart shuddered in his chest. “To me, you’re the most passionate and loyal person I’ve ever met. You’re kind-hearted and so strong, and may God have mercy on those who dared lay a finger on any of us because I know you will do whatever it takes to protect us. You have no idea how happy I am when I know you love me too.” Keith’s breath hitched when Lance lay his forehead against his, looking at him so adoringly it makes him want to cry.

“I love you so much, Keith. I want us to be together for the rest of my life and I hope you feel the same way.”

Instead of a verbal answer, Keith pulled Lance in for a kiss, desperate and sweet and full of promises. When they part Lance give him a soft smile before gaining a serious look. “I don’t know where you get those silly notions about yourself from. So, I need you to write down all the names of every person who ever made you feel that way so that I can have a private chat with each of them.”

Keith burst out laughing.

After that, whenever he saw someone flirting with his boyfriend he would step up beside the brunette and laced their fingers together. If that is not enough to drive them away the kiss (tongue included) usually does.

#2 Accept that you will always come after Hunk

Halfway through the second year of college, they decide to move in together. By moving in he means moving into the recently available room across from Lance’s old one that he shared with Hunk. Shay is replacing Lance next semester when her contract expires.

They were in the middle of unpacking (mostly his stuff since Lance just has to carry his from across the hall) when the Cuban's phone rang. He was not paying attention but after hearing the sound of the phone hitting the floor and seeing Lance’s devastated face, Keith wished he did.

Hunk was involved in a hit and run case. Thank god the other party was a motorcycle. The Hawaiian got a concussion, twisted ankle, a broken arm and dozens of cuts and bruises. But he was fine. The smile he gave them the moment Lance burst into the room is proof enough. Lance has to refrain from jumping from sheer relief.

Hunk has to stay in the hospital for another 3-4 days to make sure that nothing is critical. Lance demand he be allowed to stay with him. Hunk also begs the doctor to let him stay.

He shared a look with Shay then. The large Samoan girl had known them longer than he does and was the one who constantly assured him that there is absolutely nothing going on between Hunk and Lance. They’re just really really close.

He looks at Lance smoothing down Hunk’s hair who’s giving a sweet smile and have to bite his tongue. Shay has been doing this far longer than him. If she can then he can too.

After Lance grabbed his stuff and leave for the hospital again, Keith is left alone to looked around at the messy room. More than half of the boxes were still unopened and he couldn’t be bothered to continue. It’s not moving in together if he’s the only one unpacking.

He has a quick late dinner and went to bed. Before he can drift off his phone rang.

“Hey, mi amore, you’re asleep yet?” Lance's face is illuminated by the light of the screen while Hunk snores softly in the background. Keith smile tiredly and they spent their first night together apart, talking till he fell asleep at the phone.

Lance called 5-7 time a day, once in the morning, once before going to bed and anytime in between. Whenever his thought drifted to the messy room (boxes still at the same place where he left them) his phone will be blowing up with messages from Lance saying how much he missed him. With the hospital visits, constant phone calls and text, Keith didn’t have the time to be lonely.

The day Hunk was released Keith came home to a candlelit room and homemade dinner. Seeing the brunette standing in their room again made everything right with the world. After dinner, Lance took him by the hand and led him to their bedroom.

The sight of caramel skin scantily clad in delicate white lace undergarment made it suddenly hard to breathe.

“How about we start breaking in the bed,” voice dripping like honey with kisses just as sweet, Keith lost himself in Lance.

Yes, he thought, that is an excellent idea.

#3 Ignore the morning complaints

With his sunny personality, one would think Lance is a morning person. Oh, how wrong they were. A morning Lance is a cranky Lance and you don’t want to approach him before he has his morning coffee.

Keith untangles himself from the bundle of blankets and clinging long limbs. He drowsily stretches out his body and drops a kiss on his still sleeping boyfriend’s cheek before making his way to the bathroom.

Lance was just stumbling into the bathroom when he got out of the shower. The other was wearing the same pair of sweatpants he was wearing yesterday. Well, he was wearing it before Keith decide that he look better without it. Bite and kiss marks littered tanned body, couple that with tousled hair and a slight limp in his steps, Lance looked thoroughly fucked.

“Wipe that smug look off your face Kogane”, Lance spit out venomously, “this is all because of you.”

If this was half a year ago Keith would have been hurt. Now, he took it in stride.

“You weren’t complaining last night”, he invaded Lance personal space, “or do I have to remind you.” He blew teasingly into the Cuban’s ear and quickly move away to avoid the other’s hand from swatting him like a fly.

“Get away from me!” The Korean barked out a laugh and walk out of the bathroom. He searched around in the closet with Lane still going on in the background.

“Look at all these marks, and after I told you to go lightly on the neck because I have a presentation today. I can’t cover all these with make-up. Now I have to wear a turtleneck, in summer. Who wears a freaking turtleneck in the summer? A douche that’s who. I’m going to look like Steve fucking Jobs trying to sell an iPhone.”

Keith laughs at the last comment. Pulling a shirt over his head he realized that Lance had gone quiet. He moved to a blind spot the mirror can’t reflect and peek inside.

Lance is staring at himself in the mirror with a soft smile on his lips. Fingers lightly tracing the marks Keith left behind from one to the other with a look of utter fondness in his eyes.

Is someone screaming? He’s definitely hearing screaming. Oh never mind, that’s just him. Screaming. Internally. BECAUSE HIS BOYFRIEND IS FUCKING ADORABLE!

Keith felt the blood rushing to his face…and the lower region.

Maybe if they’re real quick? No no no nope. Lance would kill him if his perfect attendance is ruined because Keith can’t keep it in his pants. He took a couple of calming breaths and announce that he’ll be outside making breakfast.

“Bacon and sunny side up for me, please. Love you.”

DAMMIT LANCE! YOU’RE MAKING THIS REALLY HARD.

#4 Always have an extra set of contacts at hand

“Aww, I’ve run out of contacts.”

That was the comment that turned Keith’s normal weekend into a nightmare. He poked his head into their bedroom to see Lance rummaging in his side of the bed nightstand drawer. He walked closer to see if there’s anything he could do to help.

“AH HAH!” Keith's mouth went dry when Lance plopped a pair of glasses on his nose. Of course, Lance has a pair of emergency glasses, anyone who wears contacts does, it’s only common sense. But, damn, why is it getting hot in here?

Since they planned to stay in and study for the upcoming exam week, they postponed the contact lens shopping to this evening when they go out for dinner instead of now. Sitting on opposite end of the dining table, books and pens scattered messily on the surface, they lost themselves in their reading.

Actually, it’s only Lance who’s reading.

Keith is busy gawking at his boyfriend.

The more he stared the wilder his imagination became.

Lance is an honored student who got roped into tutoring the delinquent Keith after class. They’re going over everything Keith learned that day. Lance was patient while Keith kept getting angrier at his own failure.

“This is useless. I’m never going to get it, you should stop wasting your time with me.” Keith sulked in his seat while Lance looks at him calculatingly. The honored student’s glasses flash as he got up and got right in Keith’s face. The Cuban’s arm was on either side of his chair caging him in. The sharp glint that Keith had never seen in the good-natured boy’s eyes before sent a jolt of electric down his spine.

“How about we try a different method,” Lance whispered against his lips before closing the distance. The kiss was hot and wild and ended quicker than he would have like. Chasing after the departing lips a finger stopped him in his track.

“Ah, ah,” the Cuban said in a sing-song voice, “only if you get the next question right.”

Lance sneezed and Keith snapped out of his daydream. Lance smile sheepishly at him and he quickly looks down not wanting him to see the blush on his face. Keith can only get a paragraph in when he turns the page and saw a picture of a team of doctors on the other side.

Lance is a doctor and the owner of a small clinic. Keith is a police officer who often comes in to have Lance take care of his wounds of the day.

It was after midnight when Keith stumble into the facility with blood down his arms. Lance's face paled and he orders the officer to sit down on the bed while he rushed around gathering supplies, mouth complaining all the while.

“He was holding a knife to the woman’s throat. What do you suggest me do then?”

“Not offering yourself as a substitute would be the first step.” The doctor bites out harshly and Keith let it slide because he knows Lance was only worried about him. He took off his shirt as instructed and shiver when the cold air made contact with his skin. He bites down the hiss at each pierced of the needle just to keep the doctor from frowning any deeper.

When the cut was stitched and wrapped up nicely Lance dip down to kiss tenderly at the bandages. Keith’s heart melts at the sight. His breath hitched when those lips glided up to mouthed at the old scar on his collarbone as he's pushed down onto the bed.

“That one and this too. All because you have to be a hero. Coming here with blood all over yourself, always threatening to kill me with a heart attack.”

“Sorry,” his take in a shuddering breath when the brunettes bite at his neck.

Lance climb on top on him and settle himself on his stomach, pants gone leaving him in only his briefs. Keith wants nothing more than to run his hands down those smooth thighs.

“Nope. It won’t heal if you keep moving it.” Lance hold down his wrist gently as he looks down at Keith. Hooded eyes from behind the glasses met his own hungry ones.

“Now be a good boy and lay still while I punished you for scaring me.”

The doctor grinds down on his crotch and Keith shiver in anticipation.

A sharp cold against his cheek abruptly ended his fantasy. Lance smiled at him cheekily eyes dancing with mirth from behind those damned glasses.

“Here”, the brunette hand him a can of soda before popping his own. Tanned fingers caressed his shirt, looking him up and down appreciatively. Lance did buy it for him after all.

“It suits you.”

Suits

Lance and Keith are high profile lawyers working for a different firm who often handle the same case. This time Keith is the defender while Lance is the prosecutor, both going neck-to-neck, not backing down an inch.

Keith can’t remember how he ends up sprawl on the bed underneath Lance but he’s not complaining.

The Cuban looks downright sexy in that form-fitting deep navy suits that accentuate his eyes behind those clear frames. One tanned hand combing through soft brown strands while another slowly pulled off the tie. Keith swallowed thickly. His eyes follow as pink tongue dart out to lick their owner’s lips seductively.

Lance give him a vicious grin promising one hell of a good time, “you’ve been a very naughty boy, Keith.”

Keith slammed his head on the table making Lance leaped away in surprised.

Shit

This is serious

Also, why the hell is he always the bad one in those scenarios? Is he developing a new kink? Fuck, he is, isn’t he?

“What the hell Keith!? Are you alright?” Lance is frantically checking his forehead (ow that hurts, he shouldn’t have done that). The close proximity with Glasses Lance makes him take a sharp breath. Before his brain can conjure up another fantasy he quickly dragged Lance towards the door.

“Hey! What-where are we going? Keith!”

“Contacts shopping. NOW!”

#5 Endure the scratches

Lance is a scratcher. Whenever the Cuban is on the receiving end Keith will come out looking like he’s been in a fight with a vicious cat. Long thin red lines will adorn his back for days stinging irritatingly whenever he got sweaty.

So, for the sake of trying out new stuff, Lance suggests they use handcuffs.

Keith didn’t know he has a bondage kink until he saw his boyfriend naked and cuffed to the bedpost. The sight of the brunette writhing on the bed stir up something primal within him. That night he couldn’t get enough on Lance. Not that he ever had enough but that night was on a whole other level.

Keith went to sleep thoroughly satisfied not noticing that Lance was less vocal than normal.

He was eager to go again the next day. The thought of his restraint boyfriend plaguing him throughout the day. They barely made it to the bed before Keith was ripping off his clothes and Lance’s.

He let out a blissful groan when he finally gets to enter the Cuban, but somehow he couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was missing. A sniffle pulled him out of his thought and his heart dropped when he saw tears running down Lance’s face.

“No”, the brunette whimpered and fear grip at his heart.

He hurt Lance

He wants to die right now

Keith quickly gets off him and tears spring to his eyes when he sees Lance weakly tugging at the restraint.

“Lance,” he choked out past the lump in his throat, “baby, I’m so sorry.” He unlocked the cuffs and the brunette throw himself into Keith’s arms holding on tightly. Keith hugged back just as fierce, head burying in the crook of Lance’s shoulder, “I’m sorry I hurt you, Lance.”

He felt the brunette shook his head, “no, you didn’t hurt me. It just…” Lance pushed away from him but Keith holds on tight not allowing the brunette to go far. “When I have that thing on, I can’t touch you.” He nuzzled Keith’s nose, “you’re right there but I feel so far away. I don’t like that.”

“Then we’ll stop using it.” He kisses at the red mark on the brunette’s wrist apologetically.

“But you like those handcuffs.”

“Not enough to make you cry.” He lay the hand on his cheek nuzzling into it, “nothing is worth making you cry for.”

Lance’s tears come back anew and his heart clenched, “I’m sorry Lance, please stop crying.” He kissed away the tears at the corner of those blue eyes he loves so much, “I never know what to do when you cry.”

Their lips meet in a soft kiss, so sweet and loving and everything Keith wanted. When they joined together again as one, with Lance’s arms clinging to him, he finally understands what was missing. This is what missing. This connection, this intimacy, they always have when making love.

His back is full of scratches again, but with Lance laying soft kisses on each one as an apology, Keith realized he don’t mind.

#6 –

“KEITH!” The owner of the name came back to his senses and look at the boy sitting beside him. Oh, they’re on a date right now, aren’t they? Keith kicked himself mentally. Before he could apologize Lance was already resting his forehead against his, looking at him with worried eyes. His heart hammered in his chest.

“You’re a bit warm and you look kind of dazed. Let’s go home, we can do this another day.” The brunette tugged at his hand for him to stand up. Keith wants to protest, but after a bit of contemplation, decide against it. Who is he to say no to having Lance fuzzing over him. Also, if he plays his card right he’ll get to monopolized his boyfriend for the whole weekend. Now isn’t that a thought.

Making their way home Keith lift up their joint and to lay a kiss on the back of Lance’s. The Cuban looked back at him with a fond smile, soft red splayed across his face.

Keith fell in love all over again.

He understands long ago that Lance is dangerous. Deadly so. He’s a lethal weapon tailored to bring Keith to his knees with only a smile. Trapping Keith within his blue eyes with no means of escape and he loves it. Lance could ask him for the moon and he swears he’ll find a way to give it to the brunette.

Keith smiles happily as he watches his boyfriend flitted around the room, gathering blankets and pillows and piling it around him creating a comfortable nest on the sofa. He took hold of the bronzed wrist before its owner can disappear into the kitchen. He tugged lightly and Lance yelp as he falls into Keith’s waiting arms.

Their lips gravitate towards each other. Languid and soft, he carefully pours his feelings into the kiss, and the next, and the one after that as well. He scoots closer to the backrest and Lance climb in beside him without protest. Smiling exasperatedly the brunette open up his arms and Keith tuck himself into them. He breathes the smell of Lance in deeply into his lungs and felt himself relax.

“You’re spoilt. I’m spoiling you.” The Cuban lament half-heartedly as he lay soft kisses along the milky temple. Keith agreed by trailing kisses along the column of bronzed-colored throat, making pearls of laughter spill forth from Lance’s mouth.

Listening to that wonderful sound while being encased in Lance’s arms Keith wondered if this is what happiness feels like.

Yes

It definitely is

#voltron #klance2017secretsanta #klance #hunay #THESE TWO DORKS WILL BE THE END OF ME #dorks in love #Keith you need to calm the fuck down #stop being so cute lance #tooth rotting fluff #my attempt at humor #there's nothing christmasy about this at all #gift fic

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Prompt idea: Some guy tries to subtly flirt with Meena within earshot of some of the theater family. Meena has no clue she's being flirted no matter what the guy says, which is amusing to most of the theater group. It gets to the point where ash and Eddie are stopping the others from clueing her in cuz they find it funny and Mike can't believe how dense she is.

First prompt of the weekend! Here we go!!!!!

Oblivious

“Who’s that guy talking to Meena?” Eddie asked Ash who wasbusily sifting through the messy pile of her sheet music. She hadpacked it up in such a hurry that morning that when she had shoved themin her bag the music sheets had gotten mixed up in each other. At Eddie’squestion she looked up from the pile before her and examined her friend with acritical eye. Meena was checking the rigging and examining the tech panel whilea muscle bound moose strutted around after her.

“Oh that’s the goon Moon hired to help with back stage work. Meena wastraining him until you got back from lunch. That dumb idiot has been trying toget her attention all day.” She smirked and chuckled to herself as she watchedthe moose trying to flex as Meena directed him to test the stage lightsone by one.

“That’s hilarious.” Eddie snorted and started to slowly move closer,straining to hear what the moose was saying to their Meena. Ash looked down atthe mess that would probably take forever to sort through and then over towhere Eddie was casually leaning against the wall looking at his phone. It wasan easy decision to abandon her mess and hurry over to join Eddie. The closershe got the easier it was for her to hear the brute trying to hit on Meena.

She snickered at his pitiful efforts and she and Eddie exchanged anamused look, “This is even better than I imagined.” she snorted in an effort tohold back her laughter when the moose turned on the wrong lights because he wastoo distracted flexing for Meena while she checked off tasks on theclipboard. Meena gave him a slightly annoyed look before showing him where theright light switch was and went back to ignoring him.

“So how do you feel about raisins?” he suddenly asked, and Ash gaveEddie a questioning look but the sheep just shrugged and they turned back towatching the unfortunate interaction.

“Um… I guess they’re pretty good.” Meena gave the moose an odd look and turned backto her checklist, visibly confused.

“Then how do you feel about a date?” he asked and gave her what wassupposed to be a suave grin but just turned out to be creepy. Meena seemed toactually contemplate the question before looking at him innocently and givinghim a tentative smile.

“I prefer raisins to be perfectly honest. They’re easier to bake with.”With that she wandered back over to the rigging and checked all of the ropes,checking each one off of her checklist as she went.

Ash was laughing so hard that no noise was coming out of her mouth andshe was using Eddie to prop herself up. Eddie’s whole body was shaking with theeffort to keep his laughter inside but despite his efforts a few snortsescaped. These noises only made Ash laugh harder as she slumped down to theground and held her aching stomach.

“Oh my god she’s so oblivious.” Ash wheezed out as she desperatelygasped for air, “She is the most oblivious person on the face of the planet.”She finally took a deep breath and calmed down slightly just in time to catchthe shocked expression on the moose’s face. It sent her into another fit ofgiggles that finally seemed to attract some attention.

Gunter bounced up to them and plopped down on the ground next to Ash,his usual dopey grin plastered to his face. “Vat is habening here? Vat is zofunny?”

“Oh Gunter. My man Gunter. This dolt is trying to flirt with Meena. It’scomedy gold.” Ash grinned eagerly and wrapped her arm around his shoulders andpointed over towards where the tenacious moose was checking himself out in thereflective surface of a light. Gunter grinned eagerly and settled down on hisstomach to watch the spectacle before him.

Satisfied with his appearance and having regained his confidence, themoose turned around for another try, cornering Meena near the large controlpanel that controlled the lights, sound equipment, and everything else onstage.

“If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable.” He grinned and flexed hisarms slightly. Meena frowned uncomfortably and shuffled backwards and away fromher companion.

“Um, that’s nice, but I’m an elephant.” She mumbled and hurriedaway towards the scenery pieces that needed to be stored in the nearby storagecloset. Ash was practically rolling on the ground and this point and Eddie wasdesperately hiding his face in his jacket in an effort to conceal his uncontrollablelaughter. Gunter was laughing uncontrollably and holding his jiggling belly.

The moose looked confused for a second and seemed to go over his linesin his head before following her, flexing his muscles with every step. As hestrutted over to Meena, Mike strutted over to where the three of them weregathered, still chuckling over the latest flirtation attempt.

He stopped and sneered at the lot of them, twirling his stylish littlecane as he walked. “What the hell are you bozos laughing at?” he asked andwaited impatiently for them to calm down enough to answer him.

“The new guy is trying to flirt with Meena.” Eddie finally got outbetween chuckles and Mike immediately frowned. He had become very protective ofMeena since their first show and at the idea of anyone hitting on Meena he wasimmediately tense and ready for a fight.

“Alright who is he? I’ll teach him to mess with Meena that’s for sure.”He raised his tiny fists and looked around for his opponent. Ash rolled hereyes at his theatrics and sat up from where she had been slumped on the ground,her stomach aching with laughter.

“Relax ‘Tough Guy’. Meena doesn’t even know that he’s flirting with her.It’s hilarious.” She pointed to where the moose was making a fool of himselfonce more by trying to lift multiple set pieces at once. Meena was watching himworriedly, lugging her own set piece. There was a great clatter as the moosedropped one of the set pieces on the ground. Meena mustered up as much of aglare as she could, which resulted in her looking slightly perturbed. The newguy brushed off her annoyance with a charming grin and tried to pick up the setpiece once more. Despite Meena’s protests he picked it up once more and thistime he made it to the storage closet.

“Give it a minute I just know that he’s gonna try again.” Ash saidexcitedly, suddenly wishing that she had a bowl of popcorn to enjoy while shewatched the poor idiot struggle to win Meena’s affections.

Mike rolled his eyes but settled down somewhere where he could see thespectacle that was about to unfold before them. Eddie bounced inanticipation as the moose slicked back his hair and headed over to whereMeena was struggling with a particularly heavy set piece.

“Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?” he said smoothly andstruck a cheesy pose in front of Meena who just stared at him in confusion fora few seconds before shaking her head and gesturing towards the set piece thatshe had been struggling with while he had been checking himself out.

“I wish you would help me with this set piece, and then I wish you wouldmove the rest of those pieces into storage.” She said politely and then lookedat him pointedly until he bemusedly walked over to the other side of the setpiece and lifted it up. They moved it into the storage closet and then shedirected him to which pieces needed to be moved into there as well while shelowered the lights down to the stage and began checking the bulbs and therigging.

Meanwhile her friends were dying of laughter off to the side. Mike hadfallen on his back and was having difficulty getting back up because of theforce of his laughter. Ash was laughing so hard that the force of it had madesome of her quills shoot out into the floor of the stage. Eddie’s head wasfully buried in his read jacket where his muffled hysterics could be heardthrough the fabric. Even Gunter was rolling so much that he nearly rolled rightoff the stage before Ash grabbed his shiny gold jumpsuit and heaved him backaway from the edge.

“How can she possibly be so oblivious?” Mike asked as he finally got hislaughter under control and struggled back into an upright position.

“How can that idiot moose still think that he has a chance with her?She’s rejected him three times already!” Eddie peeked out from his jacket tothrow in his two cents, his grin so wide that it could barely contain thesnickers that snuck out of his mouth.

“Ve must get Rozita. She vill enchoy zis as vell!” Gunter scrambled uponto his feet and dashed off the stage before anyone could stop him.

“Oh great.” Ash groaned, her good mood suddenly stifled. “Whelp theparty is over now.” She stood up and shoved her hands in her pockets.

“What? Why?” Eddie frowned at her sudden mood change and pulled his headout of his jacket. Even Mike quieted down and stared at her, his grin slowlydying.

“Because Rosita is gonna get all protective and ruin the fun.” Ashgroaned and slumped against the wall, watching Meena tend to the lights with abored expression on her face. As if on cue Gunter appeared, dragging Rositaalong behind him. He was babbling so quickly that he was practically incoherentwith his heavy accent.

“Gunter wait-Woah!” Rosita exclaimed as she plopped down next to Gunteron the stage floor and looked around at everyone gathered around her.

“What’s going on?” She asked and everyone just turned to look at Ash whowas for lack of a better word pouting against the wall. She looked away fromwhere Meena was fussing with the lights and rolled her eyes when she foundeveryone looking at her for an explanation.

“Some muscle bound idiot is hitting on Meena and she’s oblivious toall of it. It’s pretty funny.” She smiled a little bit at the thought of anyoneflirting with Meena. To her utter shock Rosita’s face lit up with an eagersmile and she looked around eagerly.

“Really? I’ve got to see this. Where are they?” Ash pointed to whereMeena was standing checking off the last light as the aforementioned mooseapproached her from behind, his cocky strut undiminished by her previousrejections.

“Oh my gosh it’s starting again.” Ash said eagerly, forgetting her shockat Rosita’s positive response to their little experiment. She eagerly pointedto where Meena was standing, unsuspecting of what was about to happen to her.

They all leaned forward in anticipation as the moose swooped in for hisfinal attempt. He grabbed Meena by the shoulder and spun her around making herdrop her clipboard and pull her ears in closer to her head.

She recoiled from him in surprise and frowned when she heard thedistinct sounds of snickers coming from somewhere near her. She ignored thenoise as her companion forced his way in close to her face, startling her.

“If I could rearrange the alphabet I’d put ‘I’ and ‘U’ together.” Meenablinked in surprise, staring at him as he made an odd face that she didn’trecognize.

“Uhhh…” she looked at him blankly and tried to back up but ran into thelight fixtures. This odd moose had her trapped and was making her distinctlyuncomfortable. He had been speaking nonsense all day and she had no idea how torespond to it.

Thankfully she heard familiar footsteps approaching from behind and shefelt her whole body relax as a familiar hand slid onto her back to rest gentlyon her lower back. She was saved. Relief flowed through her body in a rush asshe turned to greet her boyfriend with a blinding smile.

Johnny smiled back at her and leaned in to gently kiss her cheek, herears opening up in happiness at his greeting.

“Wotcha love. Abaht ready ter go? Ya kna ‘a your mum gets if we’re latefer supper.” Johnny asked, completely ignoring the strange moose that hadcornered Meena when he arrived.

“Just about Johnny,” She said, blushing slightly, “I’m just finishing uphere with…I’m sorry what was your name again?”

Suddenly the attention was turned back to the stricken moose that wasstanding in front of them, his face frozen in surprise. “B-Brock.” he finallystuttered out and held out his hand to which was quickly enveloped in Johnny’sfirm grip.

“Nice ter meetcha Brock.” Johnny said, sounding friendly enough, but hisbrown eyes were hard and his smile was forced, not that Meena noticed. “Can yafinish up so I can get me girl ‘ere home in time fer dinner?”

Brock nodded dumbly and Johnny flashed him his teeth in a bright smile.“Thanks mate.” With that he led Meena away, his hand still resting on her lowerback, and her sweet smile still focused on him. Once they were out ofsight Brock slowly picked up the clipboard and slowly finished up what littleMeena had left for him to complete.

Ash turned to the others as they exchanged triumphant looks and a fewchuckles. Gunter and Eddie were mid high five when Buster’s voice rang outbehind them, making everyone jump.

“What exactly do you guys think you’re doing?” They all turned aroundsheepishly, looking down at the imposing figure of Buster Moon as he stoodthere with a frown on his face and his hands on his hips.

“Uh… I think I hear someone calling for me…” Ash said and quicklydisappeared, everyone else following her lead except for poor Eddie who didn’tquite make it in time. Buster grabbed him by the sleeve of his jacket andstarted pulling Eddie’s reluctant form up to his office.

“I think an explanation is in order.” He called out and Eddie groaned indespair, looking around for someone, anyone to save him, but they had allscattered as soon as Buster appeared.

Brock was just finishing up the last of the lighting work when hesuddenly found his path blocked by a smirking ash, her arms crossed over herchest.

“You never had a chance buddy.”

#send me prompts #fanfiction #meena x johnny #sing the movie #oblivious

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