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[corvidsindia]

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[sw5w]

Typho Rushes to the Wreckage

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:03:37

[camryn-haitani]

Old man, huh?

Bang Chan x Reader smut

you overhear stray kids joke about how bang chan is “getting sooo old” and you decide to join in. you’re sooo gonna regret that later (no you’re not)

TW: SMUT, age gap (chan is 28 and reader is 24), cursing, established relationship (the others don’t know but they think you’re best friends), ATEEZ mentioned (wooyoung), reader calls him channie, unprotected sex, chans spanking, names (baby, doll, sweetheart, love, pretty girl, good girl), cervix hitting, teasing, fingering (fem receiving), a lil slapping, creampie, chan calling himself “old man”, oral (male receiving), slight deep throating, aftercare

BARK BARK BARK WOOF BARK WOOF WOOF i love bang chan

you’re sitting in the corner, mindlessly scrolling tiktok looking at edits of bang chan, of stray kids practice room and the sound of han’s voice catches your attention.

“oh my gooood, he’s getting old.” han drags out. “it’s sad to think my fellow aussie is climbing up the age ladder.” felix wipes his fake tears. han notices your sitting in the corner and he gestures for you to join them in teasing chan. you get up to walk over to them and stand next to lee know.

“i can’t believe im gonna be planning his funeral soon.” you say dramatically. “i could’ve swore he was complaining about his hip yesterday.” said changbin. hyunjin nodded, “a couple days ago, it was his back. i heard him crack it at least 10 times when he bent down.” he added. yall almost fell on the floor from laughing.

all of you are laughing too much to even notice chan walking up behind you. you jump slightly when you feel a hand on your shoulder gently gripping more and more to get your attention.

“who’a complaining about a hip?” chan calmly asked, “and who’s funeral are you planning, y/n?” he gave a closed eyed smile. “uhhhh, oh what’s that, han? you need help with something?” you say as han catches your drift. “yeah yeah uhm it’s over here!” he says as yall both run out of the room. chan slowly look over at changbin and hyunjin, they know they’re next so they scramble for excuses. “oh my phones ringing,” changbin rushes to pull his not ringing phone out, “ah damn it’s wooyoung, i gotta take this.” he awkwardly laughs as he speed walks out. “uhm… uhhh… i’ll go help binnie with his phone call.” hyunjin panics. lee know and I.N just raise their hands innocently and back away.

some time passes where you completely forget about the events that happened. *knock* *knock* *KNOCK* the knocks got louder as they went. you’re kinda scared to open the door. before you can even exit your bedroom, keys jingle in the door knob. your heart rate quickens as they unlock the door and slam it open. before you can even comprehend that it’s chan, he’s all over you. big and veiny hands grip your chin and force your eyes into his.

“you want me to show you old man, huh?” chans voice deepens. you stayed silent, not knowing what to say as your panties get wetter and wetter knowing that you’re in trouble. “oh come on, pretty girl. you were talking such a big game when i was gone. speak up.” you still stayed silent, mind boggled as he continued to grip your chin. “fine you don’t wanna talk? i’ll make you talk.” chan pulls you to your couch and tugs your shorts and panties down.

your ass is now in full display for chan as your practically dripping on his pants. *SLAP* a red handprint already forming on the curve of your ass. “you wanna talk now, doll?” when you don’t answer quick enough, another slap was planted on you. chan was nice enough to rub the mark after. you were about to speak up when you felt his fingertips graze your wet pussy. you let out a weak and whiny moan. “that’s not the answer i was looking for. try again.” he retracts his fingers. you start to whine when another harsh slap was landed on your ass. “i- i was just joking, channie. please forgive me.” you plead.

“hmm, i’ll think about it.” his fingers go back to grazing your wet hole. you push back into his fingers but he immediately pulls them back. “nuh ah ahh, sweetheart. this is your punishment,” he teases, “every time you disobey me, i’ll make more handprints on this ass of mine.” chan says as he soothes where he’s already hit.

his cold rings brushing your inner thigh send a cold chill up your spine. chan puts his fingertips back to your heat and brushes them up and down, basically torturing you.

chan pulls you up after those tortured minutes and stands up. he unbuckles his belt and motions for you to do the rest. you crawl over to him and finish undoing his pants to free his achy cock. you look up at him through your lashes. “don’t look at me like that, you’re still in trouble,” he says, “i don’t care if your jaw hurts or you can’t do it anymore. you’re gonna suck my cock until i’m satisfied, got it?” he demands. you quickly nod and get to work.

you kitten lick the vein that trails along the side of his cock, putting more and more pressure the further you go up. chan lightly slaps your cheek, “no teasing me, doll, or it’s gonna get worse for ya.”

you stop teasing knowing he’s serious and finally take his tip on your tongue. he sucks his teeth and puts a hand behind your head. the further you go, the further he’s pushing your head. tears prick your eyes as his tip hits the back of your throat but you’re a trooper. you focus you’re breathing to your nose and take chan deeper. his moans get more whiny and faster as his hips move with your head. drool seeping down your chin and into the floor.

chan pulls your head back to stop him from cumming. he grips your chin again, he doesn’t care if your drool gets on his hands. “wanna see if if this ‘old man’ can fuck this pussy?” he asks as you nod your head vigorously. “i need words, sweet girl.” he said. “y-yes.” you stutter.

his ring covered fingers fall to your waist as he sets you over the armrest of the couch. he slaps your ass a couple times before molding his fingers in between the fat. his hand falls on your spine as he lines himself between you. chan coats his tip with your arousal as he purposefully bumps your clit with it just to tease you.

“chaaaaannie pleeeease.” you whine as you slightly kick your feet. “be patient, doll. the more you whine, the longer i’ll take.” he whispers in the shell of your ear. you let out a ‘hmph’ as he finally pushes himself more and more into you.

the way he’s moving is agonizing, you start to push back into him again but he gives you a slight slap. “what’d i say, baby. next time you do that, i’ll pull out and tease you more. you better be thankful i’m fucking you or else i’d leave you here to deal with this yourself. since i’m being so kind, you should thank me.”

and before you could even muster out a word, with one push he was all the way in you. your back now arched as far as it went, nails scratching the cushion, the whiniest moan drew from your lips. “i’m waiting for that thank you, doll.” he says as he trails his hand down to your ass. “tha-… thank youuuu, channieee.” you try and at least get some composure.

“such a good girl for me. since im feeling nice, ill start to move.” he draws his hips back and gently pushes back in sooo slow just to torment you.

he finally pick up the pace after you beg for a while. his tip kissing ever so roughly against your cervix to make you see white. the armrest of the couch is pressing against your stomach just enough for you to feel chan even more.

his hands land more harsh slaps against your ass and it feels so painfully good. every brush of your cervix brings you closer and closer to the edge. chan knows you and your body so well that you don’t even have to say your close, so he keeps his pace as his orgasm soon builds.

“cha-n i-im..”

“i know, pretty girl. just wait for me.”

the waves of pleasure crash down on both of you as he continues to ride his own. of course he’s an aftercare king, he cleans you with a warm rag, kisses your cheek, and puts your pants back on for you since your legs feel like jelly.

*brrt brrt brrt* you pick up the phone to answer the facetime.

han was calling.

and chan was shirtless behind you

“wait!” chan yells.

han gasps as he sees the sight of chan shirtless and your face flushed from the recent events “OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. DID YOU?” he points to you. “AND DID YOU?!” he points to chan through your screen. “EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE NOW.” han yells.

“haaaaaan, don’t tell anyone. we don’t want this to get out.” you plead. “of course, soldier.” he playfully salutes. “i’ll call you later, han.” you tell him. “youuuu better tell me everythi-“ you hang up before he finishes.

“well there goes us telling them. also, i’m gonna order some food. what’d do ya want, love?” chan asks as he leans against the counter, still shirtless. “burgers sound good.” you roll over to face him. “burgahs it is.”

“just make sure there no pineapple on them.” you joke. he gives you a playful glare.

chan accidentally drops his phone that startled you since you were on your phone. yall both laugh it off when he bends down to pick it up, you hear faint little pops. you slowly turn your head to look at him with slightly widened eyes.

“ugh i swear, my hip has been in so much pain recently. i wonder what… happened.” he realizes what he’s saying. you cover your mouth in shock. “did you just say what i think you just said.”

“not a word of this to anyone.” he threatens.

“nono of course noooot.” you sarcastically say as you discreetly pull out your phone to text your secret group chat with the others minus bang chan.

Me: guys you will never believe what i heard channie say

Seungmin: girl what happened

ayen: tell us everything

- - - - -

i love bang chan so much

sorry if it’s short :(

ateez and stray kids requests are open along with my other writings

[returnofeternity]

Heyy can you make a oneshot with Lottie in the wildness preferably in season 2 after Shauna beats her and Lottie needs someone to care for her??

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you're the first to check up on lottie after shauna storms out of the cabin, holding her frail and beaten body up as she chokes out chunks of her own blood. her skin is an ugly purple, and your heart sinks at how close to death she looks.

you mutter out frantically as the rest of the girls kneel down to help her stand up, trying to let them know that you need to take her up to the attic. you let mari and nat hold her as you rush over to the ladder first, climbing up and waiting anxiously as they carry her limp body up the stairs. you hold her under her armpits and drag her up the rest of the way and gently place her on shauna's bedding. how ironic.

mari, nat, and the rest of them soon pile into the attic, surrounding lottie with worried looks and frantic words.

"we should clean her up first. misty, or whoever the fuck, get me a rag and a bucket." you don't know when you decide to be in charge around here, but for a second, it's nice seeing half of them scramble down the stairs and following your orders.

as you wait for them to return, you hold onto lottie and try to get her blood-stained hair out of her eyes, your face grimacing at how quickly her face is swelling up. jesus, shauna went all in. you feel rage boil in your stomach as you think about how she only came out of this with some bruised knuckles.

lottie coughs up blood again, some of it splattering onto your face. your heart stops when she quits moving after her coughing fit, unnerving still and seemingly not breathing.

"lott?" you shake her. "lottie? hey, c'mon."

everything is quiet for a moment as you hold your breath and analyze her face, looking for any sign of life in her. you grow desperate and clutch her chest where her heart is, something she did to travis when he was having his panic attack. you feel something, a very faint and very weak beat, and you release your breath shakily as you prop her to sit up.

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when she's all cleaned up, her deep purple face now a pale-reddish one, you still stay by her side.

you've been up half the night just watching over her and making sure that she's still breathing. you helped her up to pee, the disgusting smell of copper still in your nostrils as you play mindlessly with the fur on her coat. you helped her drink some water, telling her over and over again how sorry you are because she was in so much pain trying to swallow it down. you blushed brightly after she mumbled out what you thought was a "thank you" before she succumbed back into her sleep.

you think this is the most you've interacted with lottie since you met her.

it's funny how it took all this for you to finally crack your shell and talk to her. well, not funny at all, actually, she almost died. maybe is dying.

her small mumbles break you out of your thoughts, and you retract your hand in embarrassment as she grunts and rolls over, her hand clawing at her fur coat. her right eye, the only one that isn't swollen shut, opens, and she looks at you.

"off..." she mutters weakly, fingers fumbling with her zipper.

you nod and unzip her coat, carefully helping her out of it and placing it to the side. your hands hover over her second sweater, wondering if you should unbutton it for her too. she did feel burning hot a while ago, maybe she needs some cooling off?

you decide on it, and you unbutton her sweater before leaning over and grabbing the rag, dipping it in the lukewarm water. "do you need anything else?" you wipe her face, carefully dragging the rag over her swollen cheeks as you dab off some dried blood.

she shakes her head, slumping back onto the bed of blankets and pillows, and letting out a ragged breath. you feel your heart spike at how rough it sounds, nervousness settling in your bones.

you continue cooling her off with the rag, watching her very closely.

she speaks up again after a few moments. "you should... be down with the others where it's warm."

"i'm fine." you lie, shaking your head at her. you're freezing cold up here. you're pretty sure your toes have fallen off, or at least it feels like it. "i'm more worried about you. we're worried about you, i mean."

"even shauna," you continue, cheeks heating up at your little slip-up. "she came up here last night. i don't know if you heard her, but she was worried."

"i want you to put my body to use." she tells you, reaching out to hold your hand. you pull away in shock, but she grabs it again and holds as tightly as she can. "promise me."

you frown. "no. you're not gonna die, lottie. i'm not gonna let that happen. you'll be okay." you hate how considerate she always is. it's probably the thing you love most about her.

"promise me." she repeats.

you don't say anything for a while. you just avoid looking into her eyes and mess with the rag.

"you probably wouldn't taste that good, considering you might have a kidney infection." you mumble, glancing up at her face to gauge her reaction.

she smiles, or at least attempts to with her face all sore and swollen, and releases your hand. it makes you feel good that you got her to be happy, and you drop the rag back into the bucket of water.

"do you wanna try walking around again? you can almost walk without my help. you're getting better." you get on your knees, holding your hand out for her.

she sits up slowly, having a little trouble with the pain, and grabs onto your hand. "thank you for taking care of me. you're really good at it."

[mind-intheclouds342]

A new ladder - Reader x Curly

Previous - Part 4 - Next

"I really hope Lin doesn't come to check on you, she'll kill me."

You said, sighing and gently applying cream to Curly's face, neck, and collarbone, as it was red from sun exposure after you had fallen asleep in the meadow until a light drizzle woke you up to return to the house. 

Curly: "I don't think so... She'll understand."

"Pfft, yeah right, I'm going to be horribly scolded by her if she finds out, she was always strict with me." 

Curly: "It seems like we're not talking about the same person."

"Of course we don't, you talk about the one who was your fiancée, I talk about my older sister."

Those words lingered in his mind, unwilling to understand that the woman he had met could be so different with him than with her own family. 

Curly: "...How have she been?"

"Mm... She has two children, Mike and Agatha, aged 20 and 15, they are good kids, she is married to Jake, he isn't home much because of his job, but he earns well, they all seem to be happy. Mike left home at 15 anyway, but he keep in contact" 

It certainly hit him hard to know the age of the eldest son, thinking there was an extraordinary chance.

Curly: "Let's say... Mike, how does it look?"

It piqued your curiosity when he asked that, until you put the pieces together. 

"Mike isn't yours, don't worry, he's an exact copy of Jake, even with the same allergies. Trust me"

Curly: "Then I should have been in cryostasis a bit longer... Isn't that right?"

"Didn't those capsules only last 20 years? They found you before the energy ran out."

Curly: "Maybe there was a miscalculation-"

"Lin said you had 2 months left in that capsule, if they found you later you would be dead." 

Curly: "Maybe someone-!"

You were startled when he suddenly approached you, you could see the nerves and desperation in his eye, along with his agitated breathing.

Curly: "If the boy is 20... That means she..."

"...I'm very sorry that... The person you thought you knew wasn't really as perfect as you thought..." 

You shrugged, looking at the ground, not knowing how to console him upon learning that his fiancée, while he was doing his delivery job, had been cheating on him with someone else, with whom she later married after he didn't return. 

In that instant, Curly realized something: all the effort, everything he had achieved, the ladder that had cost him so much to climb to the top, simply crumbled in a second.

You heard him start to laugh, or maybe sob, it was a strange mix of sounds he was producing. 

Curly: "I have nothing left... I can start over-"

"Okay, you're scaring me— I don't know if you're happy or sad—" 

Curly: "I don't know either!" he said, letting out a laugh. 

"I'll go get your pills and water." 

You got up from your seat to go get that, but you stopped when you heard someone knock on the door. 

You sighed, running your hand over your face. 

"It's like she have an alarm and it knows when I do something..." 

You knew very well that he was waiting behind the door, so you went to open it trying to put on your best face. 

Mike: "Hey, aunty" 

What a surprise you got when you saw your nephew with his mother; the boy took a step forward to give you a hug, which you reciprocated. 

"What are you doing here?"

Mike: "Mom told me you were back in town, so I came to see you, can I come in?"

Linda: "Come on, remember there's someone else here, I have to talk to (Y/n)"

The boy rolled his eyes without looking at his mother, as if to say "I didn't ask you" while he walked into the house. 

Linda: "I hope you're not doing the same thing Dad used to do and giving him his pills with chocolate."

You crossed your arms, looking at her in silence, you weren't going to admit that you almost did it once, but then you retracted and you gave him all his medications with a glass of water and maybe a candy if it felt too bitter in his mouth. 

Linda: "Of course," she ran her hand over her face, "You love giving people placebos, you always do the same thing."

"Just so you know, that's how your children learned to swallow pills without fear." 

Linda: "Don't you think what you're doing is horrible? The medications are wasted in your hands."

"I'm not stupid! I haven't done that in years! Stop treating me like a child!"

Linda: "Stop acting like one then!" 

She took you by the arm to pull you outside so you could continue arguing, closing the door so nothing could be heard from inside. 

Curly: "...I had never heard her scream..."

He mentioned sitting in the dining room with the boy in front of him. 

Mike: "That's how she is, she has a nice personality with people outside, but when it comes to family, she scolds you a lot." 

They both stared at each other for a moment, until the boy rested his face in his hand, smiling at him.

Mike: "So you are the famous Curly, it's a pleasure to meet you." 

Curly: "You must be Mike"

Mike: "The same, my mom used to tell me about you, saying that I was your son, that was a great story until I started having suspicions, and at 15 I found out I was the biological son of the man she is married to."

Curly: "Why would she lie about something like that?"

Mike: "Why? So they don't think she was slut, that she got married because she got pregnant, she lied to everyone saying it was your baby, and they believed her. When I was born and you didn't come back, then she could do and say whatever she wanted." 

The man fell silent, thinking about what kind of person he was going to marry, and how he couldn't see through her and notice her deceit. 

Curly: "I was... Used to seeing the image in general..." 

Mike: "At least you got saved, and I'm glad my aunt is taking care of you, she's great, right?" 

Curly: "She is... extravagant, to say the least." 

Both were startled when they heard the door slam open.

Linda: "Mike! We should leave now, darling." 

"Get out of here already! Don't even think about coming back!"

The difference in voices was very striking, one so calm and the other so agitated.

The boy said goodbye to Curly by waving his hand side to side and got up to leave with his mother, despite not liking the idea. 

Once again, the door slammed shut, and a muffled scream was heard; you had taken a pillow from the couch to scream into it and not make too much noise. 

Curly sat there, not knowing what to do or say about it, until he heard footsteps approaching the kitchen, leaving a glass of water and the pills for that schedule. 

You were standing next to him, your head turned in another direction, wanting to leave but knowing he couldn't take the pills on his own. 

You sighed, taking a seat and helping him take the pills. Then he could see it, the red mark on your cheek. 

"You just need to continue with some medications for a couple more months and then you won't have to keep taking all these horrible things." 

Curly: "When I am self-sufficient... What will happen?"

"I guess I'll leave," you shrugged. 

Curly; "Oh"

It was the only thing he said, he wanted to say many more things but, he couldn't, so he just decided to accept the solitary fate that sheltered him. 

[mooishbeam]

Early mornings ran most peaceful for you. The distant chirp of rising birds, the lone Starskiff’s bumbling motor as it soars across the sky, a comforting breeze wafting through your hair. The pinkish rosy sky sent the midnight clouds to sleep, pouring the Xianzhou’s roofs in shimmering dawn light. 

It was one of the perks of being General Jing Yuan’s unofficial assistant. You committed to the activities you enjoyed all while working in the General’s own residence. His home hung above the rest, suspended in the throes of the galaxy, marking its existence in time and space. 

It’s so much more than you could ask for, and way more than you thought you’d ever receive. Truthfully, you believed your “house-sitting” business to be reaching a standstill. You hardly imagined it’d be the General requesting your expertise with a confident candor and dopey grin. 

The Dozing General conducted himself with pride and dignity, sacrificing his own life over the will of his cloud knights. You saw within him power only kings bore, possessing the ability to command a crowd. 

You saw more than just that, though. Dark bags, the few moments where his eyes flitted for half of a second, the armor weighing heavy on his back, silent mornings taught with tension and dread. The overworked, exhausting nature of never-ending paperwork and battle scars would naturally leave little room for housekeeping. Therefore, you did your best to make the bitter evenings pleasant. 

Your favorites were the lazy days, where you got to spend extra time with Mimi. Or wave-treading snow lion, as he liked to call her. The General isn’t good with names. 

The second mimi sees you, she’d roll on her stomach with the cutest doe-eyes you’ve ever seen from lion. Enticing you, you can't resist petting her. It’s like she knows the impact her cuteness has on you. Loafing in the courtyard, ripe with overgrown vines that wrap around the pillars and crimson pagoda roofs. You lazed the mornings away, digging in her fur as she purred and purred. The vibrations traveled through your hands often. Ivory fur filling the space between your fingers, puffing fits of lion hair on your cleaning clothes. A brighter white than the General’s hair, though rougher. You hoped his was softer. 

The General showed his face on occasion, when the sun’s radiance demanded attention. Never beyond mannerly greetings. Never beyond simple small-talk wrapped in a dainty bow of professionalism. Sometimes he’d appear with tea in hand, discussing the lengthy schedule in store. Other times, you existed in the quiet together. You wanted to ask about his preferred tea, how he met Mimi, why he didn’t sleep in on days off. 

Why he didn’t ask for help. 

Yet, you couldn’t manage to break the carefully built barriers separating you from the nonchalant facade. It was usually the ladder. 

Today was one of those days, using Mimi as a lower back rest as you corded your hands through her fur. She knows her strength, big, fluffy paws pressing gingerly on your knee as she attempts to make biscuits, careful to retract her claws. Her purring travels like an engine, and you use the other hand to provide the chin scratches she deserves. She curls around you, lovingly flicking her tufted tail on your thigh, and you laugh at her ability to behave like a kitten in the body of a 300-pound animal. 

The opposite door slides open, releasing a draft along the bonsai. 

Jing Yuan leans against the side wall. It’s apparent he’s exhausted, or he wouldn’t have approached you in this harrowing state. The long embroidered robe he wears to bed is in disarray, one side slumped from his shoulder to expose the hearty physique befitting of a General of his caliber. Satin pants hang dangerously low on his hips, one leg caught on the heel of his foot. 

He doesn’t seem to realize, however, as his hair nearly obscures his eyes, serving as a makeshift sleeping mask for the dreams he rarely has. Snow white curls spill down his back, hints of a red satin tie holding on between the strands. 

You wait for him to respond, but he doesn’t. In fact, he doesn’t seem to realize you’re there in the first place. He’s already nodding off, wind passing through his bangs to expose his lidded eyes. 

“Good morning, General.” His head snaps up, and he tries to be discreet about peering through his hair to no avail. 

Jing Yuan tangles his fingers to pull the hair back from his face. Blearily blinking the sleep from his eyes, he adjusts to the morning glow. 

“Mhm, a fine morning, indeed.” He doesn’t mean it. It sounds rehearsed, noncommittal within the chain of grunts and deep whirrs of fatigue. The creases in his smile are shallow today. 

“Would you like me to prepare some tea?” 

“No need” he utters, pinching the bridge of his nose as if to stave off the inevitable. “I’ll be leaving shortly.” 

“Any business you must tend to today?” 

“Not necessarily, but it would do me best to return to the Seat of Divine Foresight just in case.” You’re unaware of the frown forming on your face. Even on days off he worries about the state of the loufu in his absence. It’s hard to imagine the amount of responsibility. 

“If you must” you respond, cagey words laced with worry. It’s better not to pry for your sake. 

“I see you’re having fun with wave-treader” he drawls. 

“Shes been good all morning.” You pet her head and she leans into your palm. 

“I’m glad.” 

“She loves just laying here like this, such a well-behaved kitty.” Mimi stands, stretching on her hind legs with a sturdy yawn. 

You fight back the smile peeking at the corners of your lips when the General yawns right after her. He rubs the back of his head, “She’ll start to think she’s a kitty if you coo at her this often.” 

“I can’t help it, you should see the way she gets me. She’s doing it on purpose!” 

He releases a breathy laugh caught in the chambers of his restless body. “You’re easily swindled.” 

“I guess so.” You open and close your hand, bearing the feeling of losing your hand in her mountains of fur, “petting her calms me down.” 

“That’s why you pet her?” he asks, and you’re knotted in thought at the question. You remember the first time you saw her; how friendly she was as she immediately coiled over your frame and nudged her immense skull into you. 

“Mm, part of the reason. Her hair’s beautiful too, it shines like tassel silk in the sun.” You barely recognize you’re rambling on. 

“It reminds me of yours, General.” 

You pause. Stuck for what feels like an eternity. The embarrassment within you blooms in a sudden, almost paralyzing moment. You’ve shared an inside thought, and you can't bring yourself to look up at him. You suck in your lips, lost for words from your sudden mishap. 

Slowly dragging your eyes up his disheveled state, he’s already staring at you. Crescent moons—mirth plays at the creases on his eyes. 

“My apologies, General, that was unmannerly.” 

His half-baked gaze is fixed on you, gentle eyes spurred by golden sunrise, flecks of nutmeg and honey. A gaze so encompassing and sweet your ears burn like the summer heatwaves on Amphoreus. Even Amphoreus can’t compete with the heat collecting in your stuttering breaths. 

“I-“ 

“Would you like to try?” 

“…I’m sorry?” 

“I said, would you like to touch my hair? Perhaps you’ll receive the same calming energy.” 

You’ve imagined it pacing back in forth in your room, conversing with yourself on the logistics of asking your employer for a potential head pat. It’s been a reoccurring thought since you’ve met him. Soft, almost feathery in appearance as they curled around his chiseled jawline and kind laugh lines. 

You’ve weighed the pros and cons of even asking such a question, If you could reach beyond the rigid professionalism. And now it’s being handed to you with no consequence. It’s practically a trap. Though, you wouldn’t mind going down for the reward. 

You’re tumbling over your sentence, “Y-yes. I mean, yes please.” 

With confirmation he sways to you, stiff and unrefined, unknown qualities of your general. His bare feet slap the stone pathway, robe tie gone to the wind. 

The closer he gets, the more anxious you become. Jing Yuan coming to you for a head massage is like a dream you would’ve repeated in the dead of night, kicking your feet in the air. Now that he’s stopped in front of you, you can’t contain your excitement, buzzing in your kneeling position. He kneels down with you, satin bunching on the floor, leaving little to the imagination. He brings his arms to his sides, waiting. You gladly hold your palms out and he drops his head. 

As if he were in a trance, his forehead meets your shoulder and remains there. A flurry drapes onto your torso and you flinch, face submerged by the thick, untamed mane. No longer Mimi, but the General himself. 

You’re extra timid. You steadily brush your knuckles against his locks. The way you imagined, downy and dense like low lying clouds in a deadened fog. Only luxury products could produce his healthy texture. Hibiscus? Mint? You can’t tell, but it sure smells like it. A fresh, slightly floral scent envelops your nose. You nudge a bit closer, far from tactful. Fluorescent hibiscus haunted by a rainstorm. You inhale deeply, savoring the aroma, when you hear his husky snicker buried underneath. 

“I appreciate the compliment.” 

“Sorry.” 

You move towards the top. Thick from root to tip, curls forming in every which angle. You test the waters and gently scratch his scalp. When he doesn’t react, you continue to trace your nails along it, light pressure, similar to the movements provided for the lion's care. You slowly move from the beginning of his hairline to the end of his scalp, guided by the curve of your fingertips. 

A deep, guttural hum escapes his lips, rumbling in his chest. It travels against your skin. You’re beginning to see more parallels between him and Mimi than you’d like to admit. His arms relax, lowered like cinder blocks at his sides, and you slowly begin to feel the full pressure of this heavy man resting on your shoulder. 

The weight of his burdens is released by your touch, and you feel it dissipating within the pleased sighs and breathy murmurs, eyes shut in pure surrender. Even his lashes curl beautifully, kissing the highs of his cheekbones, blessed by the gift of basking amber. You knead and press at the wispy strands on his temples with scrunches of snow. 

“Mm. That’s good” he says, whisper-light. 

You massage his scalp between your fingers. Taking breaks to smooth the entwined curls. Mimi rests her head on the garden stones, with the rest of the space being furnished with comfortable, safe silence. Picking at the red ribbon until it pulls loose, more hair spills like a blizzard against his fair back. 

“General?” 

He doesn’t reply. The heaving rise and fall of his chest challenges your balance, but no response. “General, are you awake?” You say it quieter this time. If he were to drift asleep, let it be the fate of Lan. 

“Hmm?” he mumbles. 

“Would you like me to tie your hair for you?” 

“That would be nice. Thank you.” 

Your greed gets the better of you, pretending to reach a strand intended for the ponytail just to immerse your fingers in the soft bearings of his nape. An indistinct hum in response is enough for you to keep going. The hairs gentle here, and you’re unhurried sweeping your hands over it. You grab a small bundle of hair at the back of his head and collect it in the neatest ponytail you can manage in this spot. You fold the ribbon around it and pull tight in an acceptable bow. 

Absent-minded touches tuck the stragglers behind his ears. His face warmed, you’d check his temperature if you weren’t also burning up. With his hair tied properly, you can see the hair on his muscles, leading further to the tufts peeping over the waistband. You quickly avert your gaze. 

“I am done.” 

It takes a minute for him to register. “Thank you” he sighs. He’s finding the strength to pull himself out of sleep, raising his head when your hands suddenly ghost behind his back. Not pressuring, but reassuring. There’s a red patch spread across is forehead. 

“However, if you are still tired, I would be honored to stay here while you rest.” He regards you, mischievous grin tugging on his mouth. A laugh puffs from his nose, and he turns his cheek to lay on your shoulder again. He relaxes into your embrace, to which he closes his eyes. 

“Then 5 more minutes wouldn’t hurt.” 

© mooishbeam - please don't steal, copy, or post my work to other platforms :)

[unsoundedcomic]

Whumptober 2024 - 13 - "Team As A Family"

Quigley loathed the stink of Uaid. The great green albatross around his neck assaulted him from a myriad of directions: his mildewed mud flesh, the stagnant water sloshing in his bowels, the rotten table scraps wedged in all his crevices, and even the heap of dirty laundry that Matty had been supposed to wash before all their small world had gone even more to shit.

There it sat still in a moist lump, and Quigley could smell it with impossible acuity, suddenly. The laundry, the mildew, the rot. He could smell it. It hurt his eyes.

Then the fucking zombie came down from the cockpit and Quigley could smell him too. Would that he could rip free the entirety of his sinuses in one long, greasy strip.

"We add a pinch of sugar to you," Adelier said in his tinny voice with its pretentious academic accent that Quigley swore he played up even more around him, "Add the result to a cool pitcher of water, and you'd be a refreshing draught to market to the spectators outside a summer duelling ring."

Quigley didn't look up from his newspaper.

"What?"

Adelier was undeterred. "SOUR," he clarified, perching primly on Matty's travel trunk. How did the corpse sit properly without an ass? No way to know. He picked a beetle from inside his left glove, crushed it, and flicked it down into Uaid's lower levels. "You seem sour as a lemon. Sour as a lemon." His hood tilted away for a fraction of a fraction, as if in thought, then it was gone. "Reading something disastrous there in the daily decree? I understand not how a son of the Six Rings tolerates a Crescian periodical. It is all- all inked in the Queen's befouled bathwater. You'd find more truth in a Sharteshanian courtroom."

Quigley did look up now - just the barest slash of evil eyes between his white fringe and the top of the paper.

"What?"

Adelier went cross inside his hood. Quigley felt a little better.

"A sour parrot then!" the zombie said stiffly. "What what? What what?" He leaned closer to make out the headline. "Litriya Shrine? This year the Bitch-Queen Cannibal orders her Tirnasday take-away from Litriya Shrine, hm?"

"NO!" corrected Matty from below. Quigley heard him rattle the ladder as he began to climb. "That is not how you say it, Mr Adelier! You say it: The twin sacrifice this year will march in a beautiful procession from Litriya Shrine, and go to Queen Sonorie for Tirnasday, and the world will have good fortune until next feast day!"

Duane chortled drily. "Someone do report to the Silver Eel it is nearly out of time to menace the country; Cutter must not have a subscription."

"Providing the sacrifice to the Queen is a heck of an honour," said Jivi, following Matty up onto Uaid's central platform. He turned to rummage in his pack before realising, with a jolt: "Litriya Shrine! Isn't that where we're going?"

Matty gasped and grabbed his arm. "I wonder if we'll meet the twin!"

"Meet the meat!" mocked Duane. Quigley wondered if the man that had murdered him ever thought back on the deed fondly. "I hope that we do. I will speak God's words to the poor wretch and tell them there is another way."

"You will NOT," hissed the Plat, finally folding the paper. He put himself nose to nose with the bastard - or would have, if a nose were yet extant. "You will not embarrass me at this shrine. I need the facility there to mend Uaid and unless you would like me to press you into his broken fucking leg like a wad of fucking chewing gum, you will keep your rotten yawp well shut until it's done."

"SOUR!" barked Duane, not retracting a word nor an inch, "What cloud is this you shrink beneath this day, hethllot?"

Jivi blinked at the Alds, and offered: "That's just Quigley." Matty shook his head and plunked down on the floor.

"No, Papa is vexed 'beyond all light and life' because Uaid is dirty."

Giving the Plat a gentle shove that rocked him back into his seat, Duane stood magnanimously, spreading his fleshless arms. "I did not realise you were so particular! Let us have a harrowing out then. Put the brute over onto the bank for a scrubbing and a scouring. And I say, methinks our caravan far enough from civilisation that a large Core Leech of our more… fragrant passengers will not overly offend friend khert."

From the dark underneath, Sette wailed: "Don't Core Leech me, ya freaks!"

Jivi leaned over the railing. "He means the trash, you trash! I knew you knew that you stink! How do you even stand it when you have a magic smelling nose! Take a bath!"

"I'm assertin' dominence o'er the atmosphere. There ain't one inch of this construct that I ain't put me mark on."

Duane pressed his fingertips together with some concern. "Sette, have you urinated on the walls?"

Little girl cackling bounced around like bats in the blackness. "Figure it out, Materials Master!"

Matty laughed, and Quigley felt a little better. He liked when Matty laughed. But then the zombie slapped his knee, and between that undead contact and the thought of Sharteshanian piss on half his possessions, he wished suddenly and desperately to bathe. He had always been a tidy sort, sensitive to smells and clutter. Vienne had never called him neurotic to his face, but they had fought whenever her forge gubbins intruded upon the rest of the house. Matty knew that, too. He should have been keeping Uaid tidier.

Thinking about it, now Quigley was cross again. He looked away from Duane's questing gaze. The zombie didn't let him. "You must forgive me," he said, leaning into his field of view, "I, of course, can smell nothing. Do I, myself, offend also? Shall I also Core Leech my-"

"Aye," Quigley affirmed. Matty grabbed at the zombie's hands to stop him wiping himself from existence.

"No, Mr Adelier! Only your clothes! And maybe the old crusts and wrappers and fuzzy parts of Uaid's bum crack!"

Duane smiled at him kindly. "'Twould have to be only those, young master. The rest of me is well-warded and cannot possibly create an odour. But I do forget my clothing, and these have been strange days spent among strange - and apparently odoriferous - substances. With all humility, I apologise if I am the cause of anyone's distemper."

The zombie bowed his hooded head and Quigley could not dismiss the sincerity of the gesture.

It wasn't much, but he felt a little better. Matty threw his arms around his neck and wasn't immediately shrugged off.

"Papa, if we're going to stop, let's picnic! I'll make food and everyone can swim in the river while Mr Adelier cleans Uaid!" Matty dove for the sack of provisions Iori had gifted them in Ethelmik. "UAAAAID! <Find a grassy bank! No bugs!>"

Sette's brown and bedraggled mop popped up through the floor. "S'gonna be sammiches again? Why couldn't that large woman pack us any pies? Pies don't go stale but all the bread's gone hard as Jivi's head."

"Eat your putrid canned fish," Jivi shot back, "More for us. You don't friggin' know what hard is 'til you've had nothin' but hardtack for two weeks, landsman."

"I'd never be stoopid enough t'be in that situation," answered the Sharte with supreme smarm, "UAAAID! Find a stoppin' point near a town and I'll go nick us some proper food!"

"Like you robbed that chapel yesterday?" hissed Quigley, grabbing at her hair. He missed, of course, but then Sette turned and did the oddest thing. Deep into her voluminous britches she punched her right hand, and from the depths there she produced a small and sealed jar of pickled and peppered quail eggs.

"AYE. Like I robbed that chapel yesterday and came up with these pickled abominotions I know Plats love. Here."

Quigley caught the sparkling wee jar deftly. Ooh, Main Noire brand, from Valyne. He hadn't even seen the brand in years, with its gold foil label and curling vliegeng logo. Shrewd eyes darted to the Sharte. "What's the catch?"

"Givin' me flesh protector and me a ride, ain'tcha? Just stop castin' murder looks at everyone; makes me homesick."

Jivi gave the jar a once-over, then jutted his chin out.

"Whatcha brought me?"

"Look here-" Sette reached into her shirt and Jivi crowded forward to see. He was thrown off-balance when she suddenly hooked a naked foot into the back of his knee and shoved him hard in the chest. Arms wheeling for purchase, he fell back, towards the edge of the platform, but found nothing to grab but his attacker. Sette called him everything but a gentleman and they both toppled down into darkness. A splash reported their landing, then the sputtering jabber of a Crescian and a Sharte trying to outcurse each other.

"How much of that is piss down there?" asked Quigley, popping the seal on the eggs and laughing and laughing. Matty ooh'd and reached for one. Quigley felt a little better.

[missterious-figure]

In wine and scales au, how the boys flirt?? We know about the dewlaps already but, they try other ways to flirt??

Well, it really depends on context and what's happening at that moment. Sometimes the boys like to sing love songs for y/n or whisper sweet nothings into their ear. The boys also like to tease or physically torment them. Picking them up, hugging or cuddling them, or rubbing/pushing against them as the boys walk by(gently, of course. Kinda like a large dog would).

The boys also enjoy taking y/n for a quick dance...

...

A bead of sweat slithered it's way down your face as you finally finished your task. You had just screwed in a new light bulb for the last heat lamp that needed maintenance. It wasn't any normal heat lamp, though. It was quite large, bigger than any you had ever seen. Fitting for the reptile that it belonged to. You stepped down the ladder and folded it up before putting it away in a hidden compartment in the wall. You looked about the big room you had just finished cleaning and smiled proudly. This was none other then Eclipse's room, the largest of the Celestial Iguana Brothers. He was truly a sight to see. But, luckily, he was not here, as he had a show to finish up on his designated louge for designated patrons.

The very last thing you needed to do was refill his personal pond. It wasn't empty or anything, it just needed to be topped off real quick. Luckily, there was a retractable hose on the wall for easy access to water for things like this. You grabbed the nozzle, the body of the hose following, and dragged it to the edge of the water. You dropped it in, making your way back to the tap to turn it on. You watched as the hose began to make a current under the surface of the pond. You would have to wait a couple minutes, but that didn't bother you much. You had finished Sun and Moon's rooms before hand, and after this was done, you would be off for the rest of the night.

The creaking of the door snapped you from your thoughts. Standing in the door frame was Eclipse in all his impressive glory. Shoot! He must have finished early you thought as you braised yourself for the inevitable. As soon as his eyes landed on you, his face lit up. Not in a friendly innocent way. No, he had a smug smile and a flirtatious look in his eyes.

"Darling, how good it is to see you~"

You tried to hide your face best as you could as he approached you.

"H-hey, Eclipse."

It was the only thing you could bring yourself to stutter as your face heated uncontrollably. You dared not look up to meet his gaze, or even look at him, in case your eyes strayed too long on places they probably shouldn't. Eclipse was certainly and thoroughly amused by this. Suddenly, with one massive, gloved hand, he grabbed one of yours. With his free arm, he wrapped it around your lower back and squeezed you close to his body. He effortlessly lifted you from the ground. That's when you realized he had you in a waltz position. You tried to squirm free but it was no use.

"Aww~ Feeling shy today are we, little firework?"

You where now almost face to face with him. Nowhere to hide. And, with the choice of staring awkwardly into his chest or staring awkwardly at his face, you reluctantly turned your neck up, forcing your eyes to meet his. He chuckled teasingly, but also with a strange kind of warmth. Taking a step way from the wall, he began to sway. Then he started his dance, you having no choice but to tag along, your feet dangling below you. He waltzed around his slowly filling pond, occasionally twirling and dipping you to the non-existent rhythm of a some silent song. For such a huge, bulking creature, he was oh-so graceful. It seemed almost unreal and unnatural how smoothly his feet flowed across the ground. His tail followed behind him, like a ribbon blowing peacefully in the wind.

Round and round the pond the two of you went, Eclipse not missing a beat. As the dance progressed he began to hum. You could feel the deep vibrations shaking your whole being. He lazily flashed his dewlap at you as you as he continued his beautiful humming. At the climax of your dance (which felt like it had gone on for hours, though it had only been a couple minutes) Eclipse made a very low dip. His face was inching closer and closer to yours. He slowly closed his eyes and his lips began to pucker. Before you could properly process what was going on, he caught you in a tender kiss. You could barely breath as the sensation off his lips on yours made your brain fry. Finally, almost unvoluntarily, you kissed him back. You pulled your hand from his and hugged both arms around his neck, pushing your lips harder into his. Eclipse could now use both his arms to wrap around you, which he did.

For... who knows how long, it felt as if you were on fire... but in such a good way. You where becoming dizzy and dazed (maybe due to lack of oxygen). Eclipse could probably sense that you needed air, because a second or two later he pulled away from you. Opening your eyes, you were met by his warm gaze. He had to pry you from his neck before he could place you on the ground. You legs were a little wobbly, but nothing too bad. You were quickly able to regained your balance. Before standing to his full height he leaned in and whispered into your ear,

"Little firework, the hose."

It took you a bit to understand what he said. After standing there clueless for a bit, everything came back to you. You rushed to the tap and turned it off. You looked at pond. Good. It was right at the perfect amount. You turned back to Eclipse. He was laying on his sunbathing rock. It was as if nothing happened at all. You quietly made your way to the door. You twisted the handle. As you were walking out, you heard Eclipse call after you.

"Goodnight, darling."

You mumbled in response and shut the door without looking back at him. What... just... happened? You were so confused. You stood there leaning against the door, contemplating everything. Finally finding some energy to leave, you pushed yourself off the door. You walked down the hall on your way to clock out, knowing at least this much: your dreams were probably going to be wild tonight.

[beeshoesometimesdraws]

Buddy pal friend, show Tumblrrrrrrr your arttttt

Show them the L u n a r ™️

Ramble about them p l e a s e

Hehehehe alien Lunar rambling time >:) including art for visuals

(note: this is just my interpretation/au of the “lunar is technically an alien” thing and it’s very self-indulgent, as all the stuff I create usually is also this may or may not end up becoming canon to the Icarus au, we’ll see)

So starting off, Lunar has a lot of features that are indicators of him being an alien/star-hybrid (my interpretation of the stars is also different though I won’t focus on that here-)

These features are (but not limited to):

Lunar, similar to Toothless from httyd, has retractable teeth (his teeth can retract on command into little pockets in his “gums” aka the silicone alternative of gums that he has)

His teeth are also sharper with much more prominent canines

(also yes he has used this ability to scare/surprise kids as well as family before)

This isn’t exactly something entirely specific to him but he also has padded hands and feet and retractable claws

The thing that is more so specific to him though is that he is really good at climbing walls as well as other usually hard to climb places as the pads themselves act as natural suction cups

Lunar and the others are semi-organic (which means they can do things such as properly ingest and digest food and drinks amongst many other things) HOWEVER, Lunar is different in ways than the others

One of these ways being that he doesn’t bleed oil but instead actual blood though it is still of course different from normal human and animal blood

Lunar can be injured much easier than the others due to this though something about his biology allows him to heal quickly, though how long it really takes depends on how severe the wound is

Lunar also has a form that is much more alien-like though they often don’t use it as they’re still getting used to it (the most they use it is during training as its easier to use their abilities then)

This other form gives them other physical traits such as soft and squishy feelers/nubs around their head and along their body that are very sensitive to changes in the air and vibrations as well as touch (he is able to pick up the faintest of sounds and movements using them so it can be very overwhelming)

Being semi-organic also comes with other abilities (both for Lunar and the others): giving them equipment like tongues as well as other things

This means that any of the cast who are semi-organic are technically able to have kids due to their biology, including Lunar (though due to being part alien their methods are slightly different from the others coughs)

Anyways✨

Along their face and body are star/constellation-like patterns that, while barley visible in the light, glow in the dark/at night

Lunar’s eyes also glow at night and he has amazing night vision (though the ladder is a thing others like Moon and Eclipse possess as well due to coding)

Going back to the patterns; they can technically communicate using them (they just don’t know how to yet-), kind of like how seawings use their bioluminescent markings to communicate in wof, by pulsing and flickering the lights (which Lunar sometimes unintentionally does when they are startled/flustered/upset)

Two versions of Lunar with markings (without light and with)

I see Eclipse given four arms all the time so why not Lunar? He’s part of Eclipse’s code after all (and part alien now sooooo 4 arms :) )

Moving onto behavior:

Alien Lunar’s behavior is more feral (ex: growling/hissing and baring his teeth when upset or scared)

He is not a complete wild animal or anything like that but he does possess animal-like behaviors such as the one listed above and more (he can get really feral though when he’s super upset or scared or just experiencing other really high emotions)

Other behaviors include:

Zoomies when super excited or happy

Kneading like a cat when sleepy

Other vocalizations like purring (which is more like a rumbly whirr than an actual purr but still) and clicking/chirping and cooing like a dove/pigeon

Lunar tries not to let things like that slip much though they still do and they get embarrassed by it (again they’re still very much getting used to everything)

That’s all I have rn, again this is very self-indulgent and also I’m going into depth about a lot of stuff and being detailed (even with the more “below deck” stuff if you know what I mean even though can’t really say much about that here coughs) cuz I like doing that when creating any kind of biology for species/character stuff, it’s fun and helps build an interesting and complex thing I think

Imma stop rambling now-

[e-vay]

The Sonnet of Domino & Phlox - Ch2

[A/N: Click here to read the previous chapter. This story is also available to read on AO3]

“Aren’t they something?” an older gentleman asked with a sigh, adjusting the glasses on the edge of his long snout.

Domino continued affixing a spray nozzle to a hose but shifted her eyes in the direction of the shrew’s gaze. “Uhh…” she hesitated, unsure what to make of the orange, mechanical bipeds that stomped down the street. With each weighty step, the ground trembled and rattled the ladder the hedgehog was standing on. “What exactly are they, Mr. Mayor?”

“Our ticket to the future, that’s what!” The politician boasted. “Two months ago this eccentric human rides into town on a floating caravan! He requests a meeting with me, claiming he’s some kind of genius inventor who wants to help this great city reach its full potential,” He adjusted his vest with pride. “That’s when he showed me the blueprints for these beauties.”

Hedgehog and shrew watched as the two large robots paused in the middle of a large patch of untouched earth. With a metallic groan, the crude “hand” of one of the machines retracted into its arm and was replaced with a long drill head. It stiffly bent forwards and began boring into the ground. The bots were impressive but noticeably rough in their assembly, including large clunky bolts and bright orange paint hastily splashed onto the metal framework. The designs didn’t have the polish and finesse that one would normally find on something like a car, but perhaps that was to be expected from a budding inventor. Domino certainly didn’t know any better. Still, something about the eerie “smiley-face” logo that was stamped on each mech didn’t sit right with her…

“He told us these were cutting edge technology, that they would put us centuries ahead of neighboring towns, and golly was he right. They were only delivered a few days ago but they’ve already streamlined our building processes and made huge improvements to the city.” The mayor’s speech was interrupted by the sound of townspeople cheering as the two robots completed their construction – a well with a hand pump – in record time. Young children ran towards the well, heedless of the metal giants, and used the pump to draw up fresh water that they then splashed at one another. 

“Huh…” Domino mused. She returned her attention to the hose in her hand and sprayed a steady stream of water in the freshly cleared gutter that hung along the roof she was leaning against. She tilted her head either way, making sure no drips escaped from the seams of the gutter, before looking down at the rain spout and assuring that the water ran clear without any blockage. Satisfied with her work, she turned off the hose and descended down the ladder. “Gutter’s clean. You should be set for the winter.”

“They might be a little crude now, but with our investment, he promised the models will only get better,” The shrew said more to himself than the girl next to him. “Soon enough there’ll be smaller models, capable of doing just about anything!” He suddenly turned to the girl with a wide smile. “Just think! You’ll never have to be bothered with odd jobs ever again. It’s like he told me: ‘The Botniks are here for you!’”

Domino did her best to force a smile but couldn’t help but rock on her feet from discomfort. Odd jobs were how she got by. What was she meant to do if these “Botniks” started popping up everywhere? Well, best not to fret about it now.

“Um… Mr. Mayor?” the teal hedgehog hinted awkwardly. “I finished clearing the gutters.”

“Ah! Right, your payment!” The shrew took out his wallet and began counting the contents before hesitating with a pained smile. “Uh… You’ll have to forgive me… The salary posted on the job board is… outdated. We used most of the city’s annual budget investing in our ‘little’ robot helpers here so I can only give you half of what was originally offered.”

Domino’s quills bristled. HALF?! She nearly screamed out loud. Gee, would’ve been nice to know that BEFORE I scaled this blasted roof! She bit her tongue and took a deep breath in. This meant she’d need to take on more gigs than planned, and letting loose some snarky remarks to the mayor of all people would definitely get her kicked out of town before she’d made enough money. She forced a tight smile and politely pocketed the payment handed to her. 

“Nooooooo sweat…  If there’s anything else ya need that your big bots are too bulky for, just holler!” 

She turned on her heel before she said something stupid. 

Glancing up at the town clock, Domino’s grimace was quickly replaced with an excited grin. She sprinted towards the city gate with glee. After all, it was difficult to stay glum when she was promised an adventure with a charming purple hedgehog.

—

“Did those ‘very important duties’ of yours involve drinking 8 cups of coffee?” Phlox teased. He briefly took his attention away from the instructions in his notepad to look up, noticing the teal hedgehog jumping from tree to tree above him. 

Domino seated herself onto a branch and swung backwards into a knee hang so she could lock eyes with Phlox. 

“What makes you say that?” she winked. 

Phlox trepidatiously hopped over several large rocks to meet up with the girl who had gotten far ahead of him. “Oh, I don’t know-” he shrugged as he squeezed his way through some dense bushes. “-all the running and leaping about like a grasshopper could have something to do with it!”

Domino giggled. Phlox may have called himself a nature photographer, but it seemed he had the enthusiasm (or lack thereof) of a city dweller. Escaping the city walls and going on an escapade–however small–always filled Domino with energy. She simply couldn’t keep it in! The lady hedgehog laced her fingers behind her head and closed her eyes, swinging casually from the branch as she waited for her hiking partner to catch up. “I’m just in my element. Besides, I’m itchin’ to see this hidden treasure of yours. You need to keep up!”

If her eyes were open, she’d see a devilish spark light up in Phlox’s eyes. He might have been the quiet type, but he was extremely competitive and loved a challenge. He secured his camera tightly to his side and took off in a sprint. Keep up? Oh, he’d show her. 

“Like this?”

Domino’s eyes jolted open as she felt Phlox’s breath tickle her nose. She let out a high pitched squeak upon realizing the guy she thought was several yards away was nose-to-nose with her. The shock made her loosen her grip on the branch and she was in for a quick plummet to the ground. 

“Whoa!” The indigo male threw his arms out and caught her, holding her securely to his chest. He was strong! Of course, her transient lifestyle and meager diet left her on the smaller side, but Phlox held her as if she were weightless. The muscles in his arms were dense and firm against her slight body.

“I didn’t think you’d startle so easily,” he teased.

“Yyyeah, well-” Domino began to excuse herself, but couldn’t find the words. Geez, what was it about this guy that made her so tongue-tied? Sure he was plenty sweet, certainly nicer than most people she’d ever met. And yeah he was good-looking—she couldn’t deny that. Now she noticed how nice he smelled, too; something woody, earthy, almost sweet, like sandalwood. And his fur, so warm and soft…

Her fingers combed through the shaggy, wheat-colored fur of Phlox’s chest, sending a shiver up his entire being. His heartbeat quickened against her fingertips and she swiftly withdrew her hand realizing what she’d done. Domino looked up to find his muzzle as scarlet as hers surely was. “Uh…”

Phlox felt the urge to say something, but his shyness got the better of him. He instead cleared his throat and set the young woman back on her feet. “Sorry for scaring you…”

“Nah,” Domino replied. She twirled the tuft of fur near her cheek bashfully as she ruminated over what just happened. She shouldn’t be getting close to someone like this. Letting someone in only led to betrayal or disappointment. Besides, what did she have to offer him? She had no home, no money. Relax. She reminded herself. It’s okay to have a little fun…

“Besides, you just gave me an opening.”

Phlox’s eyes went wide. With his voice barely above a whisper, he asked, “To do what?” 

“To do… this!” Domino snatched the notepad from Phlox’s hands and bolted away.

“H-HEY!” The boy shouted before swiftly chasing after her. He was not nearly as graceful navigating the woods as she was, especially with a camera slung over his shoulder, but he managed to stay close on her tail. 

Domino cackled over her shoulder. “I thought you said we needed to see this grotto at a certain time of day! So hurry it up! Or are those cool jeans of yours slowin’ ya down?!”

“These pants provide full mobility!” he shouted. The two laughed as they weaved their way through the forest, Domino skimming the instructions in the notepad and leading them the rest of the way to their destination. 

She abruptly stopped in front of a wall of weeping katsura trees and Phlox had to clumsily skid to a halt to keep from crashing into her. Domino looked back and forth between the green palisades and handwritten notes. “I’m pretty sure this is it,” she confirmed. She returned the booklet to Phlox before presenting an arm to the curtain of emerald leaves. “This was your goal. After you.”

Phlox shook his head with a smile. “Together.”

A little taken aback, Domino simply nodded in agreement and squared herself up beside Phlox. Both hedgehogs drew back the partition of leaves and stepped forth.

The grotto was truly a sight to behold. Dozens of large trees stretched and twisted amongst each other as if embracing in a circular huddle, leaving a medium-sized clearing in the center. Fountains of leaves and vines draped about the branches, painting the enclosure every shade of green. Tiny sprigs of yellow and white wildflowers dotted the forest floor, their blooms diminutive and modest but still serving as a beautiful compliment to the rich viridescence of the grass they sprouted from. Silky, golden rays of sunshine poured through the canopy in beams so crisp, they looked as though one could reach out and touch them. The early autumn breeze glided along the treetops and the soft pitter-patter of the leaves tickling each other echoed down into the grove. The willowing trees all made for a perfect shelter, completely cloaking this little slice of heaven from the rest of the world. It was only the two hedgehogs and a sparse flight of fluttering insects that were privy to this space.

Domino’s breath wavered in awe. She silently stepped deeper into the natural arbor and sat down with her knees pulled to her chest. Even though she spent the entirety of her life out on the road, the planet never ceased to amaze her in new and spectacular ways. She folded her arms over her knees and rested her head on them, sighing with a soft smile.

Phlox took a deep breath, letting his lungs expand entirely with the crisp fresh air before releasing it and setting to work on adjusting his camera. As he delicately fiddled with the device, he couldn’t help but notice Domino’s silent reverie in the corner of his eye. His heart filled with pride knowing the young lady seemed just as touched by the setting as he was. He walked over to her, whispering as not to break her daydream.

“This is why the timing was so crucial,” Phlox said softly. “I’m sure this spot is beautiful all the time, but at this exact moment, at this exact time of day? It’s-”

“Heavenly,” Domino concluded. It was true. The sunbeams filtering through the trees managed to diffuse the light to give the space an ethereal glow. Anything that was lucky enough to catch the direct sunlight appeared to have a soft, colorful halo as the light bounced off its surface. Phlox nodded and headed off to document the scene.

Meanwhile, Domino reached forward and let her arm glow in a sunbeam as she let all the worries that normally plagued her mind dissipate. Here in this cove, she didn’t have to concern herself with the upcoming winter. She didn’t have to think about how–or when–she’d find her next meal. Even the looming threat of “Botnik workers” that would soon replace her managed to escape her mind. Right now, she could just be. Her eyes studied every leaf, every blade of grass, every sway of the branches that hung above her head so that even on the bad days, she could look back at this moment and feel peace.

Eventually, her attention shifted to the indigo photographer at work. He walked so carefully and quietly it was as if his boots weren’t even making contact with the ground. At one point, the boy managed to approach a flutter of blue butterflies that didn’t seem phased by his company, shining and dancing in the late-afternoon sun like fairies. She wondered if it was possible to capture the serenity of this moment in a photo. It would be nice to see if he succeeded, but he likely wouldn’t develop his roll of film any time soon. She’d be long gone before those photos would come to light. The thought caused a strange weight in her chest, a sinking feeling she shouldn’t allow herself to feel. She diverted her attention to some of the wildflowers beside her.

Neither were sure how much time passed as they each quietly enjoyed the space, together but individually in their own ways. Once satisfied, Phlox walked over and took a seat next to Domino. “I didn’t get to ask you earlier...” he broke the silence, but his soft, honey-smooth voice was so reposeful it might as well have been part of the ambient melody of the forest.

“Hm?” Domino hummed, looking over to the boy beside her.

“What’s your dream?”

The girl leaned back with her palms behind her and surveyed the shelter of leaves above them as she pondered. Her dream. Such a big question. What should she make up this time? What would impress this guy the most? ‘To conquer a mighty dragon’? ‘To soar among the stars’?

“I want to make a difference,” she found the truth slipping from her lips. She shook her head and shrugged with defeat as if that goal was too ambitious for someone like herself. “Even if I can do just one good thing.”

Her words were so simple but there was such a bitter heaviness to them. Did she really think she was of such little significance? Phlox hardly knew her, yet he sensed something positively great about her. The brief hours spent in her company were already changing him, encouraging him to become more of the person he was striving to be. What or who made her think so little of herself? He wanted to ask, but wisdom told him if he did, she’d likely withdraw even further.

Instead, he placed his hand on hers and gave it a firm squeeze. 

“You will.”

Domino turned to Phlox with a soft gasp. His words sounded so genuine. Oh, how he looked at her, too. The way those green eyes surveyed her made her feel like she was the only thing in the world. It was intimidating. It was exciting.

Though her heartbeat grew louder in her ears, she still managed to pick up a faint assortment of sounds off in the distance. Chattering? Shrieking? She wasn’t sure but it was quickly growing louder. At the same time, she and Phlox looked towards the barrier of trees and noticed the branches and leaves beginning to tremble. Something was rushing through the forest and rapidly making its way towards the grotto. The tops of the trees shook and the roar of what sounded like a crowd was quickly upon them. Domino only briefly saw a flash of color burst through the curtain of leaves before closing her eyes and throwing herself on top of Phlox to shield him from whatever threat found their hiding spot.

The roaring now completely surrounded them, making its way over their heads and echoing all around them in the grotto. Domino tried to flatten herself and Phlox as close to the ground so they wouldn’t be hit. But despite the overwhelming noise, nothing struck them. She heard Phlox gasp. “Minnie, look!”

Domino opened one eye to see Phlox looking skyward, a wondrous smile on his face. She hesitantly turned just enough to peek over her shoulder and gasped as well. Hundreds–no, thousands of colorful birds were flying in mass above the canopy. Despite their numbers, they all moved together in perfect harmony, creating a magnificent, undulating patchwork of color in the sky. Domino rolled onto her back and the two hedgehogs watched in awe. She knew that birds were likely to migrate before the winter months hit, but she never witnessed something quite like this. The setting sunlight shone through their wings as they fluttered above, painting the entirety of the sky with a brilliant rainbow. Just as quickly as they had approached, the last of the birds flew past and the grotto returned to the peaceful silence once again.

Phlox and Domino both blinked. The moment had come and gone so quickly, it was almost as if it didn’t happen at all. They turned to each other, Domino’s head still resting on Phlox’s arm, and at once they both giggled in breathless bewilderment. 

“What are the odds of that?” Domino grinned, placing a hand on her forehead in disbelief.

Phlox smirked confidently. “Right place, right time.”

“Ah yes, your ‘super power’,” the girl rolled her eyes and began to shove herself away. However, Phlox quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight to him. She squealed with laughter and fought against him in protest.

“Don’t mock my talent,” he chuckled while Domino squirmed in his grasp.

“Lemme go, you brute!” The teal hedgehog shoved her palm into Phlox’s face, making him laugh even harder. Still, he held her close.

“Naht ‘til you apahlagizsh,” he muttered under the pressure of her hand. 

Domino removed her palm and leaned in with a playful scowl. “Never.”

Phlox met her smug glare. “Then I’ll never let you go.”

Domino stopped struggling and her smile faltered a bit. She knew he was joking; after all, she started this game, but something about those words… Something inside her wanted them to be true. She enjoyed the feel of his embrace. She wanted him to hold onto her endlessly, and the thought made her curse to herself. ‘Wants’ were stupid, frivolous. Her lifestyle only allowed for ‘needs’: shelter and sustenance.

Domino was beginning to realize that Phlox’s presence caused an entirely different kind of hunger within her.

The male’s chuckles diminished as Domino stared at him quietly. His cheeks and chest grew warm as he suddenly registered just how tightly she was pressed against him. Phlox searched her cyan eyes, wondering what she was thinking. Was she upset? He was inexperienced with flirting; had he gone too far? She wasn’t pulling away, though. Her gaze briefly flickered to his lips and his heart raced faster and his purple fur prickled up. 

“...Do… you realize what that was?” Domino whispered.

Phlox’s eyes widened. Was she asking about his sudden shiver or the display of birds they just witnessed? He hoped it was the latter.

“Uhh… a… murmuration…?” 

“A-K-A…?” she nodded expectantly and a smile began to curl on her lips.

Phlox’s eyelids dropped with realization and he sneered, “Don’t. You. Dare.”

Domino sat up and poked at Phlox’s chest to punctuate her words. “Those were FLOCKS of BIRDS!”

“That’s it!” He went to snatch her again, but Domino was too quick for him this time. She sprinted to the edge of the grotto and giggled while she waited for him. Phlox hurriedly packed up his gear and threw his camera strap over his shoulder. “You’re in for it now!”

The girl squealed and darted away as Phlox chased her all the way back to the village.

—

Domino let out a long yawn after collecting payment from her most recent task. Despite completing her fourth odd-job of the morning, she still found herself struggling to stay awake. Then again, she did have a hard time falling asleep last night…

It wasn’t the cold that kept her awake. No, she was plenty used to sleeping outside in all manner of harsh weather conditions. What kept her up were thoughts about that damn boy. That quiet, dazzling boy. 

She didn’t recognize herself when she was around Phlox. Talking to him either led to embarrassing, truthful slip-ups (she still couldn’t believe she’d told him her “dream.” How stupid!) or left her unable to speak at all! And that stunt she pulled in the grotto to try and save him… What was that?! She’d lived her whole life looking out for herself. Her entire existence was all about self preservation. So why did she throw herself on top of him when she thought they were in danger? Domino was annoyed with how quickly her priorities were shifting. And even more annoyed by how good it felt to care about somebody other than herself for once. 

Tossing and turning over all these thoughts left her with little shut-eye last night. 

An idea came to her suddenly. Perhaps a cold dip would wake her up! Besides, after doing all the dirty jobs that the townspeople didn’t enjoy and the “Botniks” were too clunky to complete, she could use a bath. 

She exited the city and headed downhill. Her years traversing the wilderness trained her to easily find rivers, and after carefully listening for running water and taking note of the ways the trees leaned, she found what she was looking for.

It was a serene creek with blue-green water that was clear enough to see the bottom of the river bed. It would be plenty deep enough for a proper swim. A medium-sized stack of boulders allowed for a steady flow of water to gently trickle down into the larger body of the creek. On days where the weather was more severe, she imagined the waterfall would crash into the river with a thunderous roar. But on this mellow autumn morning, the water was calm and tranquil. 

It made her think of Phlox. 

“Chaos,” she cursed to herself. The Domino she knew would have just shrugged it off and gone about her business. But this new, thoughtful Domino realized this was the exact kind of scene Phlox would love to photograph. The idea of gifting him with this little treasure and seeing the look of excitement on his face was too much to resist. “So much for ‘priorities’ huh?”

She convinced herself that this would be her way of repaying him for the grotto trip yesterday, nothing more. Satisfied with that reasoning, she hurried back to town in hopes to find that photographer that seemed to be making a home in her mind’s eye. It didn’t take long for her to spot him. The young man was sitting under a shade tree, writing in his notepad. Butterflies filled her stomach at the width of his smile upon hearing her call his name. The feeling intensified with how quickly he agreed to go with her. 

“I’m telling ya, you’re gonna make this place THE travel destination once the world sees all your photos. Especially of this spot I found!”

“Had I known you were a location scout, I’d have hired you sooner.”

“You can’t afford me. Heiress, remember?” Domino teased with a wink. “I’m offering you this location on the house.” Phlox laughed his mischievous laugh as he followed the young woman. Once they reached the creek, Domino raised her arms into the air and spun around with a triumphant, “Ta-daaaa~!”

The purple hedgehog placed his hands on his hips and his grin was brighter than the sun. His reaction was even better than she had pictured.

“So, whaddya think?”

“I think,” Phlox chuckled, lowering the camera from his shoulder and placing it on the ground. Domino blinked as he kicked off his boots. “This is going to be so cold!”

“What?” Domino scoffed while Phlox removed his beloved pair of jeans and pried off his gloves. “You’re really gonna jump in there?”

“Like you aren’t?” Phlox raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile plastered on his sandy muzzle. “That’s why you came out here in the first place, right?”

“I-” she scratched her quills and shrugged, “I guess I just took you for the prissy, hot-shower type.”

The boy turned to face the girl while walking backwards and used his fist to make a stabbing motion into his heart. “Minnie, you wound me!” He spun on his heel with a laugh and ran towards the creek before leaping into the air, curling into a spinning ball, and crashing into the water with a mighty splash. 

Just as quickly as he had jumped in, he resurfaced and his voice cracked as he shrieked. “I WAS ᴿᴵGᴴᵀ! SO CₒᴸD!”

“PFFTT!” Domino burst into a fit of laughter, doubling over and holding her stomach. “Gaia! I had no idea your voice could reach that high!”

“Shu-shu-shushhhh up and guh-get in here!” Phlox demanded through chattering teeth. He swam to face the other way so Domino could strip down to her undergarments without him watching. 

Domino shook out her hands to mentally prepare herself for the cold plunge before jumping into the water, wailing. She resurfaced with a gasp. Well, she certainly wasn’t tired anymore. 

“Whu-whu-whyyy duh-duh-did we d-do thissss?!” 

Phlox’s ears were pinned flat to his head. “‘Cuz wuh-we’re young and sssss-stupid!” 

“C-c’mon Young, ssswim with Stupid,” Domino laughed despite her shivering and waved him over to follow her as she began to swim. “The mmmore ya move the w-warmer you’ll be.”

The two hedgehogs made a game of who could swim the fastest from one edge of the creek to the other, and before long they had quickly adjusted to the temperature of the water. It turned out that Phlox was an excellent swimmer, capable of doing laps around Domino. The girl rolled her eyes as he gloated over his many wins.

“Ya know, I think I liked you more when you talked LESS!” She startled him with a tackle and dunked him under water.

He sprang back up and shook off his quills. “You opened this Pandora’s Box, there’s no putting it back now.”

“Oh yeah?” She went for another tackle, but now that he was onto her, he dodged and left her rolling face-first into the water. Domino made several more attempts, but Phlox would either stay so still it was like slamming into a brick wall, or he would use her momentum against her to make her plunge face first into the water. 

Her most recent effort left her clinging to Phlox’s side, trying to push his face into the water with no success. “Grrrrr why won’t you go down?!”

Phlox laughed and pried the girl off him with ease. “I love your enthusiasm. But you won’t beat me in a battle of brawn.” He tapped his temple. “You’ve got to assess the situation and play to your strengths.”

The teal hedgehog let her head fall back and groaned with frustration. “You said it yourself: I’ve got no strength.”

“I meant ‘do what you’re best at,’” Phlox scratched the fluff of his muzzle as he pondered for a moment. His green eyes suddenly lit up and he snapped his fingers. “I know a game we could play!” He swam a distance away to make room between the two hedgehogs. “I’m going to guard this end of the creek. If you get passed me and make it to the bank, you earn a point.”

Domino’s shoulders sank. “You’re the better swimmer and you’re bigger than me. I’m never getting through you.”

Phlox smiled with encouragement. “Assess the situation, Minnie. You’re smaller, but that makes you faster and more slippery. Use that to your advantage to get around me.”

“Hmm,” Domino considered, her pout turning into a genuine smile. “Okay, I’ll give it a shot!”

“But!” Phlox held up a finger. “To prove that I’m not going to just let you win, let’s raise the stakes. If I catch you, you have to answer a question. Truthfully.”

“Pfft,” Domino sputtered. “That’s not much of a reward.”

“It is to me,” Phlox grinned. He stretched his arms out to either side. “Now show me what you’ve got!”

Domino’s eyes twinkled with determination and she rushed forward. She originally tried swimming to the side of Phlox’s reach, but he was able to quickly catch up to her. She panicked at the last minute and tried to charge him, but he caught her and she went limp in his arms in frustration. 

“Next time, don’t give up so fast. There’s still a chance to break free.” Phlox shifted the girl in his arms so he carried her bridal style and swam them back over to Domino’s side of the river. “So, how many siblings do you have?”

“70.” She moped. 

“Hey, I won my prize. The truth. How many do you really have?”

Domino rolled her eyes and shoved herself off him. She muttered quietly, “It’s just me.” Her answer was guarded, but Phlox couldn’t help but pick up the loneliness in her tone. He tried to lighten the mood with his own response as he made his way back to start-position. 

“Wow, the center of attention, huh? We’ve got two litters in my family. 3 brothers and 1 sister. I’m right in the middle.”

“5 guys in one house? I bet the place stinks!” Domino teased, finding her sense of humor again. “Ugh, you have no idea!” Phlox joked and rubbed his nose. “When I first started out on the road, I felt like I could breathe for the first time in my life!” The girl attempted to swim by him again. Phlox grappled for her and though he did briefly get his arms around her, she was able to wiggle through his forearms and kick off his back to propel herself to the creek bank. Domino couldn’t help but dance along the shore at her win. 

“See that’s it!” Phlox threw a fist into the air. “Show me what else you can do. Besides those sick dance moves.”

Domino hurried over to her side again and strategized. She knew he would just keep catching her if she tried to swim around him, and though she could wiggle free, she’d get exhausted in no time. She looked down and noticed how similar the blue-green shade of the water was in comparison to her own fur. 

She squeaked as she was suddenly rushed and held tightly in Phlox’s grip. 

“What the HELL?!” she squirmed. This time he locked her forearms across her chest and she couldn’t wiggle loose. 

“Who said I couldn’t leave my post? You were taking too long and I have questions!” 

Domino slumped against Phlox’s furry chest, defeated. Her voice was monotone, “What is your question, O devilish Phlox?”

“If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

Domino giggled before her eyes went wide. “Ohhh, those hash browns from yesterday!”

“That’s it? Hash browns?” Phlox cocked an eyebrow. Domino shoved off him so he could return to his position. 

“I’m not a picky eater and those were good! Why, what would yours be?”

“Chili. The spicier, the better!” Phlox answered before whispering under his breath, “Hmm. I could learn to make hash browns,” Meanwhile, Domino returned to her plan that she was formulating before she was last captured. She took a deep breath and submerged herself completely underwater. 

“Uh-oh,” Phlox panicked. The only patches of Domino’s fur that weren’t teal blue were her cheeks, stomach, and the inside of her ears, and while she was underwater, she was just about invisible. His eyes searched frantically, trying to figure out which side she would attempt to get around him. He yelped when he felt something brush the undersides of his paws. Once he realized it was Domino swimming below him, it was already too late and she was on his side of the river. 

“HaHA!!” She cheered and shimmied her shoulders in a victory dance. 

“Very clever,” Phlox grinned. “I’m onto you now.”

Their game went on for several more rounds, with Domino taking the lead by a substantial amount. Still, Phlox was determined and managed to get a few more answers out of her before their game was through:

“What’s your biggest pet-peeve?”

“When people are snooty. Get outta here with that crap!”

“Morning-bird or night-owl?”

“Of course you’d ask a ‘bird’ question, ‘Flocks.’ I always start the day bright and early.”

“What’s your favorite thing about yourself?”

“Oiiiii… Hmmm. My resourcefulness.”

“Excellent choice. I’ve never seen anyone wield a roll of tape better than you.”

“And you never will~” 

“Would you ever want to have kids one day?”

She had to think about that one for a moment. Logistically, her lifestyle wouldn’t allow for that kind of thing. It wasn’t responsible. But Phlox did ask her to answer honestly. A soft smile formed on her lips. 

“Yeah. I would.”

Phlox bit the inside of his cheek in hopes to suppress his smile and the blush creeping up his neck.

Domino attempted one more round, but at this point she was drained and Phlox caught her without much struggle. 

“Okay, okay,” she panted and the young man released her. “You win. I’ve had enough.” The girl huffed and puffed, struggling to tread water with the amount of energy she’d exerted. 

The boy chuckled and took her hands into his. “Here, catch your breath.” He was surprised that instead of merely holding onto his hands, Domino pulled herself close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She rested her chin on his shoulder and closed her eyes as she attempted to regulate her breathing.

Phlox was certain she could feel the pounding of his heartbeat, but surprisingly he wasn’t all that ashamed this time. Domino had a way of making him feel excited and calm all at once. It encouraged him to be bolder, braver, more accepting of his quirks. 

“I can tell you wanna ask me another question,” the girl teased. 

“I do,” Phlox admitted, his voice much softer and reserved, like the first time they met. “But it’s not part of the game.”

“C’mon, you caught me so you earned it,” Domino leaned back enough so she could look Phlox eye-to-eye. Her mouth curved up into a smile at how red his face was. “What?”

Be bold. He told himself. Be like her.

“Can I kiss you?”

Domino’s jaw dropped with a soft gasp. Of all the things he could’ve asked, this was the last thing she expected. Before these last two days, nobody even bothered looking her way. Now not only did she have the undivided attention of this dashing young man, but he wanted to kiss her? Phlox could easily have any girl he wanted, so why would he waste his time with somebody like her?

Well, she thought, probably because he doesn’t actually know me. If he did, he’d leave. 

It would be smart to say no. But when would she ever have this opportunity again? She’d be gone by tomorrow, having never kissed a boy. A beautiful, kind, lovely boy.

“…Yes.”

As soon as the word left her lips, Phlox took her face into his hands and kissed her. She was alarmed at how quickly his mouth was on hers considering how shy he’d been just a moment ago, but it was a welcome surprise. Her arms remained wrapped around his neck and she closed her eyes as she returned his kiss. 

Phlox sighed happily into her lips, his thumbs stroking her cheeks as he cupped her face. He’d never kissed anyone before, but from the moment he first laid eyes on this young lady it was all he could think about. She was so unique and adventurous and funny! Oh, how she made him laugh like he was a little kid again. He was generally in good-spirits most of the time, but he hadn’t felt happiness like this for a long while. Being in her company was like floating in the clouds. The kiss broke just briefly as his mouth subconsciously curved into a smile, but he did his best to force it down and match his lips to hers once more. 

One of Phlox’s hands gently combed down Domino’s long cyan quills and that burning hunger flared up in her lower belly once again. His lips were too lovely, his touch too wonderful. This was dangerous. 

Regrettably, Domino broke away and rested her forehead against his as they both attempted to catch their breath. “I’m not so good at multitasking… We should probably get outta the water now,” the lady hedgehog suggested. 

“Yeah, okay,” Phlox chuckled breathlessly. The two swam to the edge of the creek and Domino pulled a towel out from her backpack. She dried herself off as much as possible before tossing it to Phlox while she got dressed. He pulled on his pants and boots then laid in the grass next to the girl and quietly admired the clouds with a smile on his face. 

Domino was grateful for the silence, trying to make sense of all the weird thoughts and feelings swimming around her mind. She knew it was a bad idea to let somebody in like this. The closer Phlox got, the sooner he’d realize what a joke she was. She knew she would need to leave before that happened. So why, why did she feel this constant urge to let him in? She chewed on her lip but silently cursed to herself as she could still taste him. 

“Hey, so…” she started, despite her better judgment. Phlox turned his full attention to her. “I’m no chef, but… I make a pretty good stew. And you said you like chili, so, uh… I was wondering if you’d…” she clapped a hand over her face and sighed. “-If you’d let me make you something. You know, to pay you back for… everything.”

“Pay me back?” Phlox asked, his brows furrowed.

“For breakfast, and the grotto,” she threw her hands into the air, “and all the tactical combat lessons you just gave me!”

“Hey, I did those things because I wanted to. You don’t owe me anything,” he did his best to reassure the girl. He propped his head up with his hand and gave a mischievous smirk. “But if it’s a date you’re suggesting…”

“Chaos,” Domino muttered. Still, she couldn’t help but smile. 

“You have to ask me proper. I’m old-fashioned like that.”

“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes before turning to face the boy who was all but wiggling with anticipation. “Phlox. May I make you dinner? As a date.”

“Yes.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek before rolling over to grab his camera. His face was bright red, but his smile was confident as he removed the lens and adjusted the settings. “Now, to capture this little gem you found me!”

Domino packed up her bag before swinging it over her shoulder. “I’ll meet you at the inn you’re staying at, yeah?”

“Okay!” He snapped a few photos. “What’re you up to today?”

Oh, just buying a cheap jacket and a bunch of nonperishables so I don’t starve this winter. Impressive, right?

“More business meetings. I heard the mayor’s a big-time investor. I’m gonna see if he will fund the latest board game I’m developing.”

Phlox slowly lowered the viewfinder from his eyes. Why was she telling stories again? He thought after what just happened… Why couldn’t she just tell him the truth? He closed his eyes and sighed. Who was he to tell her what to do? Besides, it was like he told her: she didn’t owe him anything. All he could do was hope that she’d learn to trust him eventually. 

“Knock ‘em dead, Minnie. I believe in you.”

The girl gave him a playful salute before heading back into town, leaving the boy alone to his thoughts. 

Domino hadn’t even made it to the market before hearing a thunderous crash and the screams of several townspeople. People sprinted away from the townsquare in a panic. The old Domino might have followed their lead and scampered away as well. But over these last couple of days, she found herself evolving. Even more important than self-preservation, she felt a stronger urge growing in her heart: the need to protect. Without hesitation, she raced towards the sound of the commotion.

[Next: CHAPTER 3]

[A/N: I used the art of Nathan Fowkes as visual inspiration for many of the scenes in this chapter. If you aren't familiar with his work, I highly recommend checking it out!]

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Comparing the Cost of Multipurpose Ladders with Task-Specific Tools

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Conclusion: 

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Sword Swallower - Part 2

LA!BuggyxYou

You're left feeling confused, heartbroken, and needy but before you can go to port to 'blow off some steam' there's something nagging at you. And that something hasn't spoken to you since kissing you in front of the whole crew.

NSFW under cut.

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You hadn’t seen Buggy in almost two days. After he had left the party you had drunk everything in sight. Leading to a very hefty hangover the following day. Thankfully for you, and most of the other crew, Buggy had deemed the day at sea as a rest day, something that he did as an unspoken praise to the crew for a raid well done. You had spent about 90% of that rest day heaving over the side of the ship, unable to keep any food down.

Thankfully that was a few days ago and today you were feeling better, still only able to keep small things down and even the smell of beer caused you to gag. You had spent the better half of the day preparing the ship to be docked at a pirate island to restock and gather information, also giving the crew some time on land to blow off steam as they put it.

You had been feeling antsy since that kiss, taking any opportunity to try to satiate your sexual urges yourself. But by the third underwhelming orgasm in the shower you realized you were probably going to have to join the crew at port and find someone who can help you out.

You threw on a pair of plain black underwear, with a matching bralette, something easy to take off and throw back on to avoid that awkward post sex dynamic. On top of that you pulled on a long black flowy skirt and a black and white striped tank top, carrying your boots with you as you headed out to the deck. The sun was just beginning to dip, and the air was cooler than you expected. Just as you were about to climb the ladder to the dock you threw a look over your shoulder and noticed a light coming from the captain’s quarters.

Something tugged at you, telling you you should at least go tell him you’re popping out for a bit. Even though he had been held up there since the party, not even coming out for meals and specifically requesting Cabaji bring him food. You drop your boots on the deck and pad to his door, knocking and half expecting him not to answer.

To your surprise, the door is pulled open by a detached hand, retracting back to the wrist of its owner without so much as a glance in your direction. You step inside his office, closing the door with your foot and taking him in. You missed him, you weren’t going to tell him that but the sight of him felt the same as seeing land for the first time after weeks on the sea. His jacket and hat were thrown on a chair in the corner of the room leaving him in his striped vest, gloves and his hair was tied up in a loose, low bun.

You catch him glance up at you through his lashes before turning his focus back to the map he has covering his desk, a compass and a sexton sitting within reach. The silence stretches around you, making you fidget in the doorway. You walk towards him, leaning over the map to try and see the cluster of islands he’s got his eyes locked on. “Can you move those, they’re blocking my map,” He makes a swiping motion at your chest that had spilled a touch and was blocking a few of the islands he was looking at. You laugh, standing up so you’re not blocking anything.

“I’ve barely seen you lately. '' You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Someone has to get shit done on this ship.” He doesn’t look up at you.

“Nope, I’m not buying that,” You shake your head even though he’s not looking at you.

“Don’t care if you do or not.”

“Something’s got you acting weird.”

“Maybe it’s the fact I can’t get any peace and quiet ‘round here, ever think of that?”

“I don’t think that’s it,” You walk around the desk, wanting to get close to him, hoping you can read his vibe.

“I think I know what it is,” You stare at him, studying his every move. The way his gaze flicks from the compass to the cluster of islands, how his gloved finger tries to map a path from where you are to where you’re going, the way his biceps tense and relax as he shifts his weight.

“Don’t care.”

“We never talked about the other night.” If you hadn’t been watching him so intently you would have missed it. The way his whole body freezes for half a second before shifting his weight onto his hands that are planted firmly on the desk, his fingers digging into the wood just a bit more than before. You can see his painted jaw tighten and untighten, something you know he does when he’s thinking harder than normal.

“Didn’t think you’d want to, or that you’d even remember.” His words are cold, you’d only ever heard this tone when he brings up Shanks.

“Why wouldn’t I want to?”

“Dunno.’” He shrugs, eyes practically boring a hole through the map. “Didn’t want it to change things.” For a moment you let the words hang there. Let them solidify between the two of you. You nod, taking the statement in, accepting it. You wouldn’t risk your friendship over anything. You had been traveling together for years, bickering at each other like an old married couple but never crossing the unspoken line. Always returning to your own beds after nights of deep conversations when no one else was around, kisses only ever lasting a second and exclusively on noses, hands and cheeks. Anything more would be too intimate. Sure you thought he was handsome, he was practically oozing charisma. But you never let that thought linger, worried you would allow your attraction to evolve into something more. You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about how much easier it would be if you could just come to him rather than having to find someone at a port when your fingers are no longer enough to satisfy you. But you weren’t going to cross that line…you weren’t…

You force a smile, sling an arm around his neck and pull him close as you look down at his map. You feel him relax into your embrace, pulling the compass closer to him before he gives you a side glance. “Your big head is blocking my light,” His tone’s lighter than before.

“You’re very boring, you know, I came to you for entertainment and this is all I get?”

“You have an uncanny ability to bother me whenever I’m trying to do something.” You let your arm slip from his shoulder and you step around to the side of the desk so you can watch him,

“Come on, can’t this wait?” You pop up onto the edge of his desk, kicking your feet.

“Go bother someone else.” You grab your chest, wheezing out a gasp,

“Oh captain,” before laying back across the whole map, “you wound me so! I could be out on the town but instead I chose to come and spend my day with my very favourite clown on the high seas!” You grin up at him, seeing the corner of his lip upturned,

“We both know your ego is too big to be hurt by that,” He smiles with an eye roll. “But unless you want to stay at this port forever, I gotta figure out where we’re going next.” You gracefully roll off the desk, landing on the balls of your feet before shrugging at him,

“Guess I’ll just go to port early,” You say, smoothing down your skirt before turning and reaching for the door knob. You heard him scoff, almost as though he didn’t actually expect you to leave.

“You never go to port.”

“I go sometimes,” You say, looking over your shoulder at him.

“Not without me,” He’s looking up at you, still bent over his desk, a piece of hair dangling in front of his face.

“I just got something I gotta’ do,” You look away from him, knowing if you held his gaze much longer he’d know you were up to something. That was the only downside to being so close to him for so many years, he could read you like a book.

“Like?” You stay silent, hoping he’ll grow bored of this conversation and wave you off to go find someone in a tavern who can at least make you cum. “Oh hoho!” He almost giggled “Now I have to know!” You turn to face him, refusing to meet his gaze, opting to look everywhere else but him. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this,” He brings a hand to his chin, his eyes scanning you up and down. “Should I just start guessing?” You shift your weight from side to side, your skin feeling weirdly tight all of a sudden. You know your cheeks are burning and the longer you go without looking at him the guiltier you look.

“C’mon, don’t make me say it.” You finally meet his gaze through your eyelashes and watch the realization hit him.

“Oh…OOOOOOHHHHH!” His cheeks rouge and he looks away from you, rubbing his hand across his face. “Didn’t realize you…did that…” You can even see the tips of his ears are red.

“Have sex? Ya Buggy, most adults do. Only so long I can avoid it before it gets distracting.” You turn around, deciding this is more than enough embarrassment to last you a lifetime, you grab the knob and just before you can pull it over you hear him speak, his voice softer, more delicate.

“You know, I can always…” He trails off, probably hoping you can fill in the words he doesn’t want to say. You let go of the knob and turn back around to see him staring holes into his desk, his hands in tight fists on the map.

“Always… what?” You walk closer to him until you're across the desk from him. You bend down, trying to catch his eye line but he purposely avoids it by looking down at the forgotten compass. When he doesn’t look up at you or make any signs that he’s planning on finishing that sentence you reach out, tucking that piece of hair behind his ear, racking your nails behind his ear, the tips of your finger grazing his pierced lobe. You watched as a shiver passed through him before he was able to hide it.

“Forget I said anything.” He sighs heavily, “Go off and find some crab addled sailor.” He waves his hand at you, trying to shoo you away, “Have fun.” He’s trying to resume his jovial tone but you can hear it crack, which churns your stomach.

“What if I don’t want to forget what you said?” You snatch the compass just as he goes to pick it up and resume his charting.

“God, you’re a pain in the ass!” He finally looks and you smile at him.

“That may be, but you didn’t answer my question.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” He says calmly, sitting in his neglected desk chair. “You’re probably still hung over from the other night.” He pulls open one of the desk drawers and starts digging around in it, probably looking for a backup compass since you still have his in your hand.

“Come on Buggy,” you walk around his desk, grabbing the back of his chair and jerking it to face you, you lean it close to him, your forehead almost touching his. “I just want to hear you say it.”

“Are you just trying to make me look like a fool?” He accuses, browns knit together and a hard frown on his lips.

“Bugs, I’m being serious,” You reach out and touch that piece of hair behind his ear, “I just want to hear you say it.” His head drops so he’s looking down at his lap, your hand on his shoulder.

“If you wanted, I could…we could always…ha…have sex…just to avoid outside people, no strings just fun,” He roughly rubs the back of his neck, surely leaving red irritated skin.

“That’s quite the proposition, Captain.” You lean forward, pulling his chin up with a finger, smiling at him for a second before closing the space between your lips and his.

You had exchanged small pecks over the years in times of stress or drunken excitement, but never before had your lips slotted together in such a perfect way. His hands immediately found your hips as his mouth opens with a small moan, your tongue sliding along his. You can feel him very gently lead you forward, slowly inviting you to straddle his lap. Your knees fitting perfectly on either side of his thighs as your fingers tangle themselves in the hair at his neck. His hands move from your hips to your long skirt that’s constraining your thighs, pushing it up just high enough you can move freely without the chiffon digging into your thighs. His hands drag out from your thighs to the bottom of your tank top, pulling it up over your head, your lips parting for just long enough to get the shirt over your head and tossed somewhere else in the office. He pulls his lips away from yours, a small whimper leaving your lips before you can stop it.

“Damn,” He breathes out, barely loud enough for you to catch it as he looks at you. You were only wearing that simple bralette that did your chest very few favours. The longer he stares the more you want to make excuses about your choice in underwear, you bring your arms up to cover yourself.

“If I had known it was going to be you seeing me, I would have worn something nicer,” His hands come up to your arms, gently pushing them away.

Without realizing it, you relax your thighs that were growing a bit sore from holding yourself up in such an awkward position. Your full weight falling on his lap, feeling his bulge right against your wet core, only a few layers of fabric were separating you. His head leaned back a bit and a breathy moan fell from his open mouth. When he is composed enough to look back at you – his eyes lidded and full of lust – you reach behind you, unclasping your bra and letting it slip off your arms and onto the ground next to you.

“Holy shit,” He breathes, eyes glued to the small silver barbells that accent each of your nipples, catching the light in such a way that he swears they sparkle.

“Don’t start, I was 18 and felt rebellious,” You try to stop the jokes before they start but they never come. For once in all the years of knowing Buggy, the Flashy Fool, the Genius Jester, he was at a loss for words.

“Stop staring.” You’re suddenly very aware of your lack of clothes in comparison to him.

He blinks a few times, before pulling his gloves off and dropping them on the ground. You furrow your brow, trying to think if you’ve ever seen him without his token white gloves. Without much thought you grab his bare hand as he’s pulling his second glove off, looking at his black painted nails and feeling his calloused hands. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your gloves on,” After allowing you to inspect every part of his hand he reaches forward and cups your cheek, you allow yourself to push your face into his touch, looking up at him to see a gentle smile on his lips. You were both thinking the same thing, how nice it was to finally cross that line. He draws you in, kissing you softly, his hand moving to the back of your head to tangle his fingers in your mused hair. You break apart but just enough that he can speak, “Wanna’ move to my bed?” You nod but back peddle as you remember something.

“Do you mind if I shower first?” He nods, smiling that familiar smile.

“You’re telling me, you were going out planning to get laid and you didn’t shower? That’s gross, doll.” He helps you get up before adjusting himself so his aching erection isn’t quite as apparent, but it’s still very apparent. He stands up, looking you up and down before starting to roll the long forgotten map on his desk.

“I did shower, thank you very much! But it’s different when I’m with someone I actually care about.” You see him pause for a second before continuing to roll the map up and slip it into its bronze tube.

“Aw, I’m flattered,” He puts the tube into a locked chest next to his desk, your eyes trained on his every movement. “You can use my bathroom, if you want?” He says, going about cleaning his office as you stand there leaning against his desk, still topless.

“Now I’m the one who’s flattered. You don’t let anyone use that, I don’t think I’ve even seen it in all my years here.”

“Better get used to it ‘cuz you’re not using the crew shower anymore,” He says, seemingly pleased with his office and turning to you.

“What?” He clears the space between the two of you in a few steps before he pulls you close to him, his hands sliding up your sides, his thumbs grazing your nipples making you all but whine wishing he would give you more.

“I don’t want anyone else to see you like this,” He puts two fingers on either side of one of your barbells and tugs, forcing a breathy moan from your lips before you could stop it. His eyes meet yours and you can tell that for once he’s being serious. All you can do is nod, loving the way he’s seemingly possessive of you now.

He ducks his head just low enough to make you think he’s going in for a kiss but just as your eyes flutter closed his lips graze your’s before pulling away, an embarrassing whine leaving your throat. Your eyes open to see him smirking, which only widens when you grab the front of his vest and yank him down, hoping he’d get the message. But he expertly dodged your lips aiming for your neck instead, his lips latching onto your exposed skin, surely leaving a trail of hickies and red grease paint. You couldn’t stop the moan as he nipped at the crook of your neck, his hands sliding down to grope the meat of your ass. As his lips and tongue glide along your neck and his hands explore your bare skin you find yourself melting into his grasp, barely able to think clearly enough to string words into coherent sentences. “B-Buggs,” He hums into your skin, you can feel how hard he is against you. You crave him in a way you’ve never experienced. You don’t want him, you need him. You’ll take anything he offers and still beg for more.

“Don’t you want to go shower?” He asks smugly, lips never leaving your body.

“I do,” His arms fall away from you, no longer keeping you from leaving and yet you make no move to leave.

“Then go,” His lips drag up your neck, until they finally meet your own for a quick peck before pulling back just enough that you lean forward in search of them, your eyes meeting his sea green gaze.

“I-I don’t want to.” He smiles before wrapping his arms back around your waist, pulling you flush against him, his bulge pressing into your bare stomach, the heat radiating through his pants.

“Then don’t.” His words are simple and in that moment you know you’re caught. You lean forward enough to press your lips against his, feeling your lips become stained with his. A laugh barely leaves his throat as your hands greedily claw at his vest, trying to get any sort of contact as you nip at his lips until he parts them. In most circumstances you’d be embarrassed by the level of neediness in this kiss, but with Buggy you couldn’t care less. All you knew was that you had to have more of him.

It takes all your strength to pull away from his lips and push him back, hearing him groan a bit. But before he can complain more, you drop to your knees, guiding him to lean against the desk for extra support. You work his button and fly open, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough that you can fish out his cock. You had always avoided thinking about how big he could be, feeling like it was crossing a line and knowing that once you thought about it, it would plague your mind more than you were willing to admit to yourself. So you just avoided it.

But now that it was in front of you, you were forced to admit that you knew it was going to be big, but not like this. Buggy couldn’t help but smile as you wordlessly stared at his cock, and just as he was about to crack a joke it died in his throat as you licked a long strip along the underside from base to tip. You encircled the head in your mouth, sucking on it hard and smiling to yourself as you felt his hips jerk from the sudden overwhelming pleasure. You flick your gaze up to him to see his hands are on the desk, supporting himself, his head lolled back as you slowly take more of him into your mouth. Once you find your rhythm you bob your head, beginning to let your hands wander in hopes of getting him to be more vocal. Your hands slide up his covered thighs until they reach the warm bare skin of his lower stomach, slipping further under his vest then around to his lower back, dragging your nails along his skin. He isn’t even looking at you.

You pull off, gaining a whine from him but he still doesn’t look at you. “I want you to look at me, Bugs,” You say, dragging your mouth along the side of his shaft, sloppily licking as you go.

“Don’t wanna-’” You pull back completely, shrugging even though he’s not looking at you.

“Guess I’ll just stop then.” He whines out a no, jerking his hips forward a bit. He finally looks down at you and you can see his painted smile is smeared all over. “I don’t want you to take your eyes off of me.”

“I won’t last,” He drags a hand over his face, smudging his makeup even more.

“Then don’t.” You watch him huff out a sorry excuse of a laugh at you using his own comeback against him. His hand reaches forward, carding through your hair before grabbing a handful, pulling a moan from your lips.

You watch his erection jump in your grasp, your grip on the base tightening before licking a long and painfully slow strip along the underside, playfully flicking your tongue on the head, all the while staring at him. You see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard, his jaw clenching and unclenching when you repeat the action.

“Buggs,” You whine, stroking his member slowly as you lick the head of his cock, repeating yourself when he doesn’t look at you. “Buggs, please.” You had never acted like this for anyone before, you’re sure you’ll overanalyze it later but all you could think about in this moment was how badly you needed him. “I need you,” Breathing deeply through your nose you swallowed as much of him as you could, pausing about half way to inhale again before pushing yourself to take all of him. Your eyes squeeze shut for a moment, just long enough to force your focus away from gagging and back to him, opening your eyes again to finally meet his. This gave you the fuel you didn’t even know you needed. Pulling off of him, the head of his cock resting heavy on your tongue before you swallowed him again, nose nestled in his neat blue curls. You pulled back but not off, deep throating him again, your heart pounding as a deep groan blesses your ears.

Before you can even start to pull off of him again you feel his detached hand leave your hair. He drags the tips of his fingers along your bare back, running along your hip before ducking under you to touch your belly just before you feel the fabric of your skirt getting tugged around. You pull off his cock as both your hands grab his just as it was pulling your panties to the side.

“Why,” Is all he says, his cock twitching at the sight of you half naked and kneeling between his legs.

“I…” Your cheeks burn hotter than they had this entire exchange. “I haven’t shaved in a few days…” Your grip on his hand loosens enough that he can squirm out of your clasped hands and it flies up to pull your chin up and force you to meet his eyes.

“Is that why you wanted to wait?” His voice is almost breathless, his lips parting and you can just barely see his tongue dart out from between his teeth as you nod. “Seriously?”

“Normally all I’m looking for is just a fuck, and not a fuck with my captain!” He starts to laugh, tossing his head back and grabbing his stomach. You grab the hand from your chin and throw it at him, standing up.

“Don’t be a dick!” He grabs his hand, gently leading it to his wrist before dramatically wiping fake tears from the corner of his eyes.

“You’re just so cute.”

“Oh, fuck off.” You start looking around for your tank top, doing anything to avoid looking at him. Before you can peek around his desk you hear his chair scrap against the floor and feel both his hands grabbing your waist, he presses his body against your back, feeling his warm breath on your neck as he speaks.

“I couldn’t give a shit if you shaved or not,” He presses open mouth kisses from the crook of your neck to just behind your ear. You could hear just the faintest snicker when you lean into him more, allowing him to hold you up when your knees falter. He takes his chance, leading you into the chair he was just sitting in and crouching between your knees like you had been just a few minutes ago.

He pushes your skirt up to your waist, sucking in a breath when he finally gets a glimpse of your plain black panties. It takes a lot of his self restraint not to comment on how boring those are, but he knows one more joke could be the difference between sex and no sex so the the joke dies in his throat. He glances up at you, waiting for you to give him permission. “Fine.” You say, looking away from him but scooting your butt forward on the chair to make it easier for him.

He runs his thumb over the fabric, humming as he feels the dampness against his skin. “God, I can’t wait to hear you moan my name,” He says, surprisingly without a shit eating grin. He applies just enough pressure on your covered clit for you to whine, bucking your hips up wordlessly trying to tell him to hurry up. With both hands he slowly pulls your panties off, tossing them over his shoulder before leaning forward, his nose nudging your clit in the perfect way, earning him a breathy moan from you already. “You’re so wet,” You can feel his breath on your core, and before you can say anything he licks a long strip along you, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit before watching as he slips his middle finger into you, his other hand grabbing your leg and guiding it over his shoulder allowing him to get closer.

Almost on instinct you tangle your fingers in his long hair, not moving him but silently encouraging him. He begins to obscenely lick at you, moaning as he stretches you out with one finger, then two, then slowly three.

You had never really thought about what Buggy would be like in any sexual situation, but you definitely had never thought about how his nose would nudge your clit in the best possible way, or how easy his hair would be to grab or how perfectly he would fit between your legs while being held in place by your thighs. “Wouldn’t it-“ He pulls his mouth away, still roughly fucking you with his fingers while now smiling up at you, “wouldn’t it be so funny if I stopped?”

“If you stop,” You whined as he flicked your bundle of nerve endings with his long tongue as you spoke. “If you stop I swear to god I'll never swallow another sword on your stage ever again.” You ball his hair in one hand, shoving him back down where he immediately went to town on you, you could feel him say something against you but you were so crazily close you couldn’t give a shit about some joke about swallowing his sword he couldn’t resist saying.

The wave of climax crashes into you so hard you can’t even consider controlling your moan. Your thighs lock around his head, your fingers contract roughly pulling at his blue strands harshly as you moan out his name accompanied by a string of profanities. He slows his minstraction but doesn’t stop until your body goes limp against your control and your vision spots. You barely register him moving from between your legs while peppering the insides of your thighs as you come down.

“Fuck,” You huff out, he has his gaze trained on your every breath, his chin glistening and his makeup smudged. “This is already better than anyone I’ve found at any port.” You push your hand through your surly wild hair as you tuck your legs in front of you. He sits back on his ass on the floor, wiping his face on the back of his hand,

”Glad I could help.” He pushes himself up, adjusting himself in his pants as he leans back against his desk. “So,” He looks down at his boots as though they’re the most interesting thing he’s seen all day. Clearly trying to act nonchalant. “Did you still wanna’?” You were surprised he managed to ask that without a waggle of his brows.

“Of course I do,” You wrap your arms around your legs, bringing them against your bare chest as if you were attempting to have some decency but you could tell by the way his eyes scan your legs that there’s no point.

“Wanna’ head to my room then?” He starts looking around for his discarded vest, clearly not wanting to walk across the ship in only his tented pants.

“God, yes,” The words left you the way air leaves your lungs after holding your breath.

[atimeofyourlife]

Sleeping in the light

Day 8 | rated: g | wc: 449 | prompts: SLEEP DEPRIVATION | Isolation Chamber | Forced to Stay Awake | "Leave the lights on." | ao3 Buck struggles as a lightning storm hits when he's spending the night at Tommy's.

Buck was just climbing into bed when he saw the flash of lightning through the gap in the blinds. Seconds later there was the clap of thunder, causing him to flinch violently. He reached out a hand looking for the battery operated nightlight he kept on his nightstand, only to remember he was staying the night at Tommy's when he came up empty.

Another flash made him jump as Tommy came out of the bathroom.

"Baby, are you okay?" Tommy asked as he joined Buck in bed.

"Yeah, fi-" He stuttered and flinched as the thunder rumbled. "Fine."

"Is it the lightning?"

Buck nodded, ducking his head. "It's stupid." He mumbled.

"You died, Evan. It's not stupid for you to be scared of something that could have- and did- kill you. Especially something as unpredictable as lightning." Tommy assured him, pulling Buck to his chest.

"But-"

"No buts." Tommy soothed, kissing Buck's curls. "Would you think it was stupid for someone who suffered life changing injuries in a car accident to be scared of getting back behind the wheel?"

"No."

"What about me? Do you think I'm stupid for still being wary of big dogs after I got attacked by one when I was a kid?"

"What? No. Of course not." Buck exclaimed, pushing himself up to look Tomm in the eyes. "Why would I think something like that?"

"Then why are you calling yourself stupid for having a natural response to a majorly traumatic event that nearly cost you your life? Both Howie and Eddie have mentioned that they're more cautious of lightning now, after seeing what it did to you." Tommy explained. "And what about the millions of other people who are scared of lightning? The ones who haven't had any other traumatic experience with it?"

"I guess I feel like I shouldn't be scared of anything."

"Everyone's scared of something."

"But there's everything else I've been through that hasn't left me with the same lasting fear. I was never scared of getting back on the ladder truck after the bombing. And I don't have any issues going back to the pier or getting back in the ocean after the tsunami. Two other times I could have died."

"Fear isn't rational. How about we settle down, I'll protect you from the storm." Tommy held Buck close and reached to turn the lights out.

"Can we leave the lights on?" Buck asked, his voice small. "It makes the flashes less bright and obvious, I sleep a bit better."

"Of course. Goodnight, Evan." Tommy retracted his hand and started running his fingers through Buck's curls.

"Goodnight, Tommy." Buck kissed Tommy softly, then cuddled into him to try to sleep.

[drefear]

Kitten Licks

Summary: You and Miguel have a little 'get-together' like usual, but something seems off. To make matters worse, Kingpin needs another favor.

part 1 - part 2

TW: penetrative sex, slight bits of rejection, fighting, alcohol

“Fuck!” You call out as Miguel thrusts into you, holding your waist in place as he panted from above you. Your nails dragged down his chest, making him hiss as his large hands tightened around your sides as he rutted harder. 

This was a normal occurrence between the two of you. Hard, fast sex on nights you both worked together, and then you’d quietly disappear before he woke up the next morning. 

Bowing his head into your neck, your coil finally snapped as he hit that one spot over and over, your legs winding around his hips and locking as he tensed in your hold and finished as well. You both groan as you bite his shoulder to stay quiet and shiver in his embrace. Miguel lifts his head and peppers kisses over your collar bone as you catch your breath, eyes closed as your head leans back against his pillow. 

The silence is loud in the room while you both regain composure and he leans down to get close to your lips, making you turn your head. This makes his expression turn sour and you avert your eyes as he pushes up to get off of you.

“Miguel-” 

“I know, I just- it was a lapse in my memory.” He sits up and turns his back as he sits on the edge of the bed, making you balance on your elbows and reach out to him. You quickly retract your hand before you can grab him and you look at the floor. “I’m gonna take a shower.” He mumbles and gets up, leaving you alone in his bedroom as he shuts the door. You sigh in guilt,  seeing him get so upset. 

You’d both agreed not to kiss, that kissing would lead to feelings and feelings would make things messy, which is something you both couldn’t afford. Miguel had a daughter, and this was just to blow off steam for him, while you were busy juggling being a nationally infamous thief when you weren’t trying to pay your rent and working at the restaurant. 

Tugging on your jeans, you heard the shower turn off and quickly jotted down a note. 

‘See ya Sunday.’ and signed with a nude lipstick mark, you left it on his nightstand and pulled on his t-shirt before hopping out of his window onto his fire escape. Climbing down the landings, you heard the clink of your shoes on each ladder step and sagged your shoulders as you thought about Miguel finding that note. It had to be this way, you couldn’t afford to get distracted or attached. What if you started to care about him and he got caught in the crossfire of your ‘nightly activities’? He could get hurt, or killed. Kingpin was a bag guy, he’d definitely find him and use him against you, and Spider-man might try to expose you. You didn’t need the extra headache of being in a relationship, and how would you even explain where you are every night? You can’t exactly say that you’re stealing some of the world's most precious artifacts and coveted items. 

Finally hitting the concrete, you heard someone yell your name and you looked up, seeing Miguel shirtless with wet hair calling after you. He looked angry, like he might come after you, and you just answered his call by blowing him a kiss and turning to walk away. 

Hours later and you were jumping from a window, flying into another building and hiding under a desk as police ran after you down the stairs of the place you were just in. A flash of red and blue made you look to the sky, seeing the mask you dreaded and loved rushing to you. As you flipped out of the way, your heel was caught by a glowing crimson web that jerked you back towards him. 

“Two nights in a row, Gatito. That’s bold, even for you.” 

“Don’t you ever take a damn day off, Spidey?” You retorted and felt his gloved had pulled at your ponytail, yanking your head backwards with a hiss, “Gentle there, bug boy, or else I might like it.” 

“Don’t be crass, I wouldn’t waste my time with a thief with you.” 

“Aw, no need to be so mean, I’m still a person with feelings.” You smiled and twisted around while being held, jumping off the side of the wall and wrapping your legs around his neck and sitting atop his shoulders. “And a flexible one at that.” Flipping to grab the light fixture above you both, you hung upside down from it and forced him to drop your arm in order to not break it. His angered eyes squinting through his mask made you laugh as you blew a small kiss, then making his eyes widen. Spider-man took a step backwards as you jumped to squat on a desk behind you and flip your hair from your face. 

“You-” He started to speak, but you heard a ring coming from your watch and saw the time. 

“Love to chat, but this kitty has places to be, money to acquire.” You added and stretched to open the sky-light on the ceiling and flipping to jump up and out. You balanced on the roof as you looked back down in the hole and caught a glimpse of him standing there, unmoving, which was quite out of character, but you didn’t have time for that. 

Two blocks and a few cop cars later, you arrive at Kingpin’s hideout, greeted with cigar smoke and men dressed in all black. You’re escorted in by a man with an eyebrow piercing and a metal arm who shoves you forward as you walk into the room. 

“Watch it, Captain Hook. I don’t like being shoved.” You hissed and heard a chuckle from a few feet away in a cloud of smoke, making you cough a bit. 

“Down, Kitty. He’s harmless.” 

“So am I, until I’m not.” You answered the large man sitting at the desk, “I have the stuff, so let’s trade and be done with this deal.” You reach into the secret pocket of your suit and pull out the gem with the newest artifact, a piece of paper with coordinates on it. 

“Well, there is one more thing I’ve decided I want, and you’re the only one who can provide it.” He leaned forward and tapped his cigar on a small tray, making your expression sour. 

“We had a deal.” 

“Don’t be so tense, it’s not a hard task. I want you to seduce Spider-man and tell me his identity.” Your whole body froze as you felt a chill run across your skin. 

“You want me to do what?” Your knees suddenly felt wobbly as he smirked and took in a puff of his cigar again. 

“Come on, it’ll be easy. I’ve been watching you and every time you two interact, you both flirt and chat, and he lets you get away. He doesn’t do that with any of his other captures and enemies. You’re different, and I think I know why.” Kingpin leaned back in his chair and raked his eyes over you in a way that made your stomach drop and your throat taste like bile. 

“Please.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “I’m a criminal, just like you. He does not see me differently. That would mean he removed that stick he keeps up his ass.” Your arms folded over your chest and Kingpin just shrugged condescendingly. 

“It’s a 2 million dollar bonus.” 

White noise filled your head as you calculated that number. 2 million…? That would mean you could buy a new place and save, you wouldn’t have to steal anymore. No more 3 AM cop chases, no more avoiding dating, and most importantly, no more spider-man. 

“I’ll do it.” You answered, looking him directly in the eyes and feeling confident. “But 2 million isn’t enough for this. I could go to jail if I get too close, he would really catch me if I reveal who he really is. I need your protection. If I get caught, you need to guarantee my bail and freedom, plus 3 million.” You negotiated. 

“Fine fine, pocket change. Now get going.” He waved you off and you walked out of his office, inflated with cockiness. You could flirt your way into Spider-man’s head. 

Meanwhile, Miguel sat in his dining room with his head in his hands. That damn Black Cat had been driving him crazy. He knew that voice, those lips, but he really couldn’t put his finger on it. And when you blew that kiss, it was like he could feel you in his arms. Why couldn’t he figure it out? 

You were just out of his grasp as a knock on the door broke him from his trance, opening to see Gabriela running in. Behind her, Jess stood leaning in the door frame and smiling. 

“Thanks again, Jess. Had an emergency-“ 

“At the restaurant, I know.” She winked and grabbed the door knob, shutting the door behind her while Gabby blabbed about her day, but Miguel couldn’t focus. His head was elsewhere, following a stray kitty he couldn’t capture. 

Sunday was a slow day at the restaurant, and you were on as a bartender again until Miguel came in at 8, so you did your job and served the few groups that came in before his shift. A few men came and sat at your bar for a while as he walked in, complimenting you and asking about your hobbies. You laughed and nodded, answering with short, polite sentences as you wiped down glasses and restocked beers. A shadow behind you made you feel like you were in the dark before you saw Miguel staring down the boys, now quietly sipping their drinks while avoiding eye contact with you. 

You wondered if he said something to them, but he barely even looked at you, so you decided to keep to yourself. 

“Here.” You handed him the bar key and started walking forward, then feeling him tug at your jeans and pull you backwards towards him. 

“We need to talk later.” 

“I figured as much.” You answered and looked into his eyes, seeing the brownish-red swirling and practically intoxicating you. Staring into his eyes was like a poison in itself, making your body weak and your chest tight with desire. 

“No, I mean actually talk.” He restated, making you a bit nervous. Had you finally pushed him away? Maybe he met someone, maybe you two were officially done with your midnight rendezvous, maybe he was sick of your antics, maybe- “Stop panicking.” His voice broke you out of your thoughts and he pulled your chin to look into his eyes again, those addicting eyes. “Relax. It will all be fine.” He answered and let go of you, giving you the reassurance you needed not to break down into a complete anxiety attack. 

Tonight would be a rough talk, sure, but at least you knew he wasn’t upset.

[aanoia]

Day two

Prompt: Family, Friends, Loved Ones @flufftober Newt Scamander x Kowalski!reader words; 600+ warnings; none I really like this one :)

“Newt, what is this?” I asked suspiciously, eyes wide as Newt looked at me while he was halfway in his case.

“It’s where I keep my animals.” He said quietly with a glint in his eye.

“But-but how?” I questioned, slightly breathless at it all. Magic was still so new to me.

“There’s a spell on the case that makes the inside bigger than the outside.” He said as he climbed down the ladder in his case.

“Wait, Newt!” 

“Come on, Y/n!” He said gleefully and I gulped, looking into the case to see a ladder. I took a deep breath and put my foot on the first rung, and once I was sure it was stable I slowly climbed down. 

Once my feet hit the dusty wood floor at the bottom I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I turned around hesitantly and my face instantly lit up. I was in a small shack, and outside the door there were leafy greens everywhere. I slowly walked to the door and poked my head out, marveling at the different terrains outside of the forest. 

“Newt?” I called out, noticing the boy's absence. I yelped in shock as something small and green crawled up my sleeve, it sort of looked like a small stick. “Hello there, little guy.” The stick thing huffed, crossing its long arms. “Little girl?” I asked and it uncrossed its arm with a squeal.

“There you are.” Newt said as he came from behind a tree.

“There you are.” I snorted and his eyes lit up at the stick thing on my arm.

“Oh! You found a Bowtruckle, clingy creatures, these little things.” He said with a smile.

“A Bowtruckle?”

He nodded, “You should name her.”

I smiled at the little Bowtruckle, “Okay, how about Rosie?” She nuzzled my arm.

“I think she likes it.”

I gasped as I felt a small tug on the necklace around my neck. 

“Oh, goodness.” Newt exclaimed and grabbed a creature from off my back. It was small and black, with a duck-like beak and black eyes. 

“What is that?” I asked with wide eyes.

“It’s a baby Niffler. They like shiny things.” 

“So he tried to take my necklace?”

Newt nodded, walking over to a small enclosure and opening the top. “Indeed.” I peered into the enclosure to find a larger Niffler with six more little babies. Newt gently placed the baby back with his mama, who seemed to scold the little thing. I laughed quietly at the interaction.

 “Come.” Newt urged, grabbing my hand and dragging me through the forest. We came to a desert-like area and I held tightly onto Newt’s hand. “Frank?” Newt called out and I yelped as a large bird flew over us. 

The bird landed carefully and Newt smiled, holding his arm out to the beak. Frank nudged his hand with his beak, huffing gently. Newt retracted his hand and grabbed mine tightly.

“Oh no, no no no no no.” I declined and Newt shook his head.

“It’s okay, he won’t hurt you.” He persisted and I gulped and shut my eyes tightly.

“Okay, fine.” Newt slowly brought my hand to the bird and only once I felt his hard beak against my palm did I open my eyes. Frank’s eyes were closed in content.

“He likes you too.” Newt whispered, happiness in his gaze as he watched the girl he loved interact with the animals he loved most.

“This is so scary.” I responded. “I love it.”

“Me too. These animals are my family, I’m beyond thankful they like you.” He explained. I turned my head and looked at Newt with soft eyes.

“I am too.”

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A Wood-Engraved Feathursday

We recently received Birds of the British Isles by British author and wood engraver Eric Fitch Daglish (1892-1966) as a donation from our friend Tony Drehfal. Published in London by J. M. Dent & Sons in 1948 in a limited edition of 1500 copies, the work is illustrated with 23 black and white and 25 hand-colored wood engravings by Daglish. In discussing his illustrations, Daglish writes:

In preparing the plates I have endeavoured to record impressions left on my mind by living birds observed in their natural surroundings. Skins in museum collections have been consulted from time to time, but none of the drawings on which the engravings are based were made from dead, stuffed, or mounted specimens. . . . A camera study can show a subject with complete accuracy in a single pose . . . whereas a drawing made after prolonged observation . . . may catch something of the spiritual essence of the species. . . . it is hoped that the degree of simplification adopted in some cases will help, rather than hinder, their interpretation, and be justified by the effect obtained.

Today we display a hand-colored wood engraving of the Eurasian Hoopoe (Upupa epops), a very striking bird with with a marvelous, retractable, fan-like crest, golden-brown fore coloring, and dramatic, laddered, black and white rear coloring. Hoopoes are a genus in the order Bucerotiformes, and so are most closely related to hornbills.

We sometimes think of the Eurasian Hoopoe as a British bird because of its frequent appearances in books about British birds; even the first guide book to British birds to use wood engravings, Thomas Bewick's A History of British Birds (1797-1804), included an entry and illustration about the Hoopoe. Yet, the bird is actually a rarity in Britain, with only 100-200 migratory birds accidently blown across to the island each year, mainly only along the southern coast.

The title page shown here includes a b&w wood engraving of the European Goldfinch (Carduelis carduelis).

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