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comfortwriting · 3 years

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Tied To Me - F.W

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Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Prompt 102: Your cum flowed down his length, your insides starting to feel raw and sore from his cock pounding inside of you, you were feeling ravaged… and you were loving it.

Prompt 104: “Oh would you look at that” he laughed lightly “I can see my cock poke through your delicate stomach.”

Prompt 105: His warm sperm shot inside of your mouth, you swallowed it down, feeling it travel down your throat, filling you up.

Prompt 106: “Be careful” he warned you, fucking you faster “you know how bad I want to knock you up.”

About/Requested: Fred and Y/N go out for a meal, Fred bumps into some investors who helped him out with his shop a few months back - the investors flirt with you and tell Fred you’re out of his league, when you get home - you’re in for the night of your life.

Warnings: 18+, smut, mention of food and eating, dirty talk/vulgar language, swearing, breeding kink, unprotected sex, belly bulging, oral (male receiving).

"I can't believe I have never been here before, I can't believe I can actually afford this now!" Fred smiled widely, pride sparkling in his eyes.

He held your hand over the table in the warm and dimly lit muggle restaurant that played classical music during your stay. You smiled back at him and took a sip from your glass, swallowing the non-alcoholic cocktail.

"I'm so proud of you, Freddie." you stared into his prideful eyes and blushed as the waiter came over to take your orders, collecting your menus and walking off to communicate with the chefs.

"I couldn't have done it without you, love." Fred smiled, tracing circles into your palm "I'm really looking forward to our future, Y/N."

Your fancy, well presented, and mouth-watering dishes arrived, the two of you feeling slightly out of place surrounded by Rich families with perfect table etiquette and high class, a women sat across the room, playing with her pearl necklaces that rested upon her upper chest whilst her partner poured wine into his glass, the bottle costing more money than you had earned this month.

You and Fred ate your meals, discussing future plans, the taste of the food and how treats like these were more meaningful - although Fred insisted that you deserved more experiences like these and that he would make sure you experienced them more often now that his shop had become a huge success.

Drinking the last of your non-alcoholic cocktail, savouring the gorgeous taste of the raspberries, Fred asked for the bill which arrived just as fast as your drinks, he went bright red in the face realising he didn't completely understand muggle currency.

"Uh.." Fred couldn't look you in the eye, his embarrassment spreading across the room as other guests turned around to stare at him "Just give me one second."

Two tall men in suits were in the corner of the restaurant near the entrance door, talking to one another and pointing at your boyfriend when they spotted the back of his head.

"Fred-"

The two men walked through the restaurant, getting closer and closer to your table.

"I'm trying my best, Y/N," Fred stressed, staring at the change and pound notes in his wallet.

"Freddie, turn around!" You whispered, slightly worried and concerned for Fred's safety, the men looking rather intimidating in their suits, their hair slicked back with gel.

The taller man tapped on Fred's shoulder and spoke out in surprise, sounding rather surprised "Mr Weasley?!"

Fred turned around and burst into a cheeky grin, getting out of his seat and shaking their hands, getting stuck into an immediate conversation, you sat back in your chair and watched, slowly taking Fred's wallet, counting out the muggle money for him that he needed to hand to the waiter who stood behind the bar, cleaning glasses and speaking to other members of staff.

"Fancy seeing you here in a place like this!" the shorter man spoke out.

The taller man leant to the side, peering over at you whilst you counted the notes and getting the exact change of coins into the palm of your hand.

"Who is this stunning young woman?" he asked, walking over to you.

You stared up at the man who stared at you, not even two metres away from you.

"This is my girlfriend, Y/N." Fred smiled shyly, the shorter man next to him telling him how beautiful you are and how good you look tonight in your short and black, silk dress and red high heels that matched your lipstick.

"I'm Evan" The taller man outstretched his hand "It's a pleasure to meet you."

You went to grasp his hand to shake, Evan kissing you on the hand, instantly making Fred tick inside. The shorter bloke walked over and greeted you in the same way "and I'm Peter." he smiled, also kissing your hand.

Evan looked down at the notes and coins in your free hand, his mouth almost dropping to the floor "Oh Fred, you aren't making your girlfriend pay are you?"

Fred opened his mouth to speak but got cut off by his friend "It's on me, darling" he grinned pulling out a stack of notes, calling the waiter over "I'm paying for this lovely young ladies meal tonight, and her boyfriends."

The waiter accepted the cash and handed you and Fred tiny little mints for you to chew on as you left, Evan and Peter continuing to compliment you and stress how much you were out of Fred's league.

"Bloody hell! How did he manage to land you?"

"You've been dating for how long and he's not put a ring on your finger?"

"If you were my wife you'd be swept off your feet with children to look after!"

Fred wanted to rip their heads off, swing for them, demand that they clear off and never speak to either of you again - but no matter how infuriated and jealous he felt, he couldn't bring himself to do it; after all, Evan and Peter were the ones who invested in his business, to begin with.

Fred cleared his throat "I think it's time we were off, sweetheart" he pointed to the door with his thumb "got an early day tomorrow."

You nodded and put on your coat, pushing your chair in, Evan and Peter pulling you in for a hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek, encouraging you and Fred to meet them for a drink in Diagon Alley when you were available.

"Thank you again, Evan, for paying-"

"Don't mention it, Y/N! My treat!" he smiled, waving at you and your boyfriend.

"My Treat"

This pissed Fred off big time, this was supposed to be his night, treating you - not his investor swooping in and making him look like a right fool for not understanding muggle currency.

Fred grabbed hold of your hand and stormed out of the restaurant, both of you apparating home, the spinning and speed making you feel queasy and rather dizzy as you landed in your living room, falling on your sofa, the spinning slowing down and the three Fred's blending back into the one you loved.

Fred shook his head, an annoyed expression plastered across his face, he didn’t say a word and walked into the bathroom, getting himself ready for bed - Evan and Peter’s voices echoing in his mind, repeating everything they said.

“You’re too bloody good for him!”

“You’d be silly to stick around any longer without a ring on your finger.”

“I bet you’ll make a brilliant mother!”

“You’re punching, Fred, how did you manage to land her?”

“If I were you I’d propose already - before someone else snatches her.”

You walked into the large bathroom quietly, coming up behind Fred, wrapping your arms around him, resting your face against his back.

“Please talk to me,” you said softly “I don’t like it when you get in a mood and ignore me.”

Fred grumbled and unbuttoned his shirt, you pulled away and stood by his side, pulling on his arm.

“Please, Fred.”

Fred sighed and turned to look at you, shrugging off his shirt down his arms, catching it in one hand and placing it over the edge of the bath.

“I’m embarrassed, Y/N, I’m irritated, I’m pissed off.”

You nodded and stared at Fred’s chest, your eyes taking in every inch of his beautiful skin and perfect body shape.

“You shouldn’t be, Muggle money isn’t the easiest to work out - and Evan helped out anyway which was really sweet-”

“If you like him that much you should’ve gone home with him instead of me then.” He snapped, pulling his arm out of your hand and walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

You sighed and followed him, hearing the clunk of his belt hitting the floor and the zipper on his trousers being pulled down.

“Fred, I don’t understand why you’re in such a grump, you don’t need to be embarrassed, shit happens-”

“I’ve had to listen to two of my investors catch you up all night, hearing them express how much they want you, want to fuck you and get you pregnant, saying that I’m not good enough for you, how am I supposed to feel!?”

You didn’t answer, you didn’t know how to feel, you didn’t know what to think, Fred stared at you and became even more ticked off, he scoffed and pulled off his trousers, throwing them across the room, missing the laundry basket.

“I see how it is” he spoke out “You loved it, didn’t you? You loved another man treating you with his money that he has more of than he knows what to do with.”

You rolled your eyes “Oh don’t be stupid Fred! I’m not with you for your money, you know that!” you argued, pulling off your high heels and storming over to your wardrobe, placing your shoes inside at the bottom.

Fred ignored you, making you just as pissed off as he was, you could feel the tiny devil sitting down on your shoulder, whispering in your ear, encouraging you to tick Fred off on purpose, the angel on your other shoulder begging you not to do it.

But you did it anyway, and Fred couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

“You know what” you spoke up, your attitude popping out a little bit “you’re right, I should have gone home with him instead of you!”

Fred’s eyes widened, he grits his teeth and storms over towards you in his boxers, grabbing you by the waist, forcing you to look at him. You swallowed hard and looked him in the eyes, instantly regretting what you said, but also feeling your crotch flutter slightly as his hot breath beamed down on you.

“Is that what you want?” he glared “another man fucking you?”

Fred’s hand snaked to your back, his fingers gripping on the zip on the back of your dress, studying your face before he tugged it down.

“I never said that-”

“But you were implying it, weren’t you?”

“Freddie-”

Fred knew what he was going to do to you, and you knew it too, you could feel yourself getting wet at the thought and at Fred’s touch - his cock hardening in his boxers, poking out like the top of a tent.

Your dress dropped to the floor, Fred grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into him, as you kicked the dress across from you across the room, his lips smashed against yours, you kissed back passionately, feeling his tongue drag against your lips, you opened your mouth and allowed him to explore you with his tongue.

You reached down and started to caress Fred’s hard cock through his boxers, Fred groaned against your lips and with his free hand, grabbed yours and pushed it under his boxers, encouraging you to wank him off - which made your crotch flutter, even more, your wetness creating a tiny puddle in your knickers.

Taking Fred’s large length in your hand, you pumped his cock gently and softly, the two of you still exploring each other's mouths until Fred became impatient, wanting to feel your lips around his cock already.

He pulled away and looked into your eyes, his full of lust and hunger “get on your knees” he ordered, pulling down his boxers as you gripped the base of his length.

“Go on, suck my cock, love.”

You smirked at him and nodded, licking up and down his shaft teasingly before taking him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock before sucking on it gently, Fred’s moans filling the room, your knickers getting even more soaked.

“Fuck, Y/N, that feels so good.”

You pushed yourself and took more of Fred’s length - almost all of it - into your mouth, the head of his cock sliding down your throat, causing you to gag as his hands held onto your head, holding you in place and trying to push you down, causing you to gag and produce more saliva - you looked up at him with your wide and watery eyes.

“That’s it, choke on my cock that’s sliding down your throat.”

Fred continued to moan out, watching you, staring you down whilst you bobbed your head, sucking on his big cock and pumping it with your hand at the same time, sending your boyfriend close to the edge numerous times before he finally pulled you off him, lifting you from his saliva coated cock by gripping onto your hair with his hand.

You gasped for air, swallowing down the pooled saliva in your mouth, wiping your lips as Fred grabbed you by the waist, kissing you again, tasting himself on your lips as his hand stroked your pussy through your knickers.

“So wet for me, aren’t you?” he smirked, feeling your wetness through the thin fabric, his finger hooking the waistband of your knickers, slowly pulling them down.

“Fred” you breathed “I didn’t mean what I said, you don’t have to prove yourself to me-”

“I don’t care” Fred growled, rubbing your clit with his finger, walking backwards and sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling you with him “sit down and fuck me.”

You climbed on top of Fred, your legs spread, slowly lowering yourself down on his saliva coated cock, helping you sit down as he slid inside of you, his cock piercing into you, his length exploring you deeply, reaching your tummy.

Your legs rested at his sides, you needed a moment to adjust to his size and then you began to slowly buck your hips, riding him, also circling your hips which Fred gripped on to keep you grounded, you gasped out loud and moan feeling his cock brush against your G-Spot.

Your fingers got tangled in Fred’s messy hair, continuing to buck your hips and bounce up and down, your breasts bouncing, you leaned back and moaned out loud, the constant brushing of Fred’s cock against your g-spot was sending you over the edge, getting you closer to orgasm.

“Freddie” you moaned out through panting, your voice high pitched “oh Freddie!”

Fred looked up at you with a smirk on his face, you moaning his name - not Evan’s or Peter’s made him feel really fucking good, he couldn’t get enough of rubbing what he had in other peoples faces - even if he was thinking about it and not fucking you in front of them, or living next door to them and fucking you so hard they had to hear your moans like he wanted, but he could imagine it, and that was the nest best thing.

Fred quickly stood up, holding you so you didn’t fall, your legs now wrapped around him, still inside you, as he turned around and placed you on the bed, your back laying against his soft sheets. Lifting up your legs, Fred placed them over his shoulders, his cock sliding even deeper inside of your, causing your mouth to open and a desperate moan to slip from your lips, Fred biting his lip at the sight of you.

“Oh would you look at that” he laughed lightly “I can see my cock poke through your delicate stomach.”

Looking down you could see the outline of Fred’s length poke through your stomach, you could feel yourself getting excited over him filling you up, your walls tightening around him ever so slightly.

“You’re so deep inside me” you whimpered, watching him start to slam in you, your moans becoming more frequent and louder.

Fred held onto your waist, his eyes bouncing across your body, focusing on your eyes, your lips, your rising and falling chest, your bulging tummy, your clit, your breasts, the sight of him fucking you - he didn’t know which detail to focus on because the whole picture was perfect.

Slamming into your wet pussy deeper and faster, the slamming filling the room with your moans and his groans, you lolled your head back and moaned out, gripping your breasts with one hand, spitting in the other so you could play with your clit, lifting your head back up and locking eye contact with Fred.

Your fingers stroking your clit, pushing you closer and closer to orgasm, feeling Fred’s cock twitch inside of you.

“Be careful” he warned you, fucking you faster “you know how bad I want to knock you up.”

Those very words were enough for you when combined with the fast, deep, and hard thrusting.

Your cum flowed down his length, your insides starting to feel raw and sore from his cock pounding inside of you, you were feeling ravaged… and you were loving it.

“Maybe you should” you teased through more panting, causing Fred to twitch again, your legs couldn’t keep still upon his shoulders, your orgasm expanding and spreading throughout your body “that way you’ll be tied to me forever.”

Fred could feel himself getting closer to the end of the race “Tied to you...” he breathed “fuck!”

As much as he wanted to plant his seed inside of you, he knew he couldn’t, not yet - he needed to put a ring on your finger first, so instead of cumming deep inside your pussy, he reached for the next best thing.

“I’m going to cum!” he panted, quickly pulling out, his hard, red, juice coated, twitching cock gripped in his hand.

You lifted your legs off his shoulders and bent them, propping yourself up on the bed, laying on your tummy, your elbows lifting you up so you could welcome Fred’s length back into your mouth, tasting your own juices.

Your lips wrapped around his cock, you sucked as you did before, bobbing your head up and down with your hand gliding up and down in sync with the rhythm, Fred watched you eagerly and couldn’t hold back.

You pushed his cock deeper in your mouth, so close to swallowing him whole as his head hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m - I’m cumming!”

His warm sperm shot inside of your mouth, you swallowed it down, feeling it travel down your throat, filling you up.

Fred slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth, he stumbled backwards, slightly dizzy and then sat down on the bed slowly, swinging his legs over so he could lie down comfortably in bliss, embracing his orgasm.

You wiped your lips and climbed into Fred’s arms, the two of you lying in silence, catching your breaths and cooling down.

“I’m tied to you, Fred.” you muttered “always have been, always will be, I only want you,” you reassured him.

Fred wrapped his arm around you “I’m tied to you too, my love” he muttered softly, kissing your head.

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years

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Bubble Wrapped - Part 10

Word Count: 3,308

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders (more to come)

Notes: I want to thank everyone that reached out to say how much they enjoy this series and that they wanted to keep reading it. It meant a lot and I read each comment, ask and reblog. You guys are the absolute best!!! I’m not sure if I tell you that enough, but I truly love all my readers and followers. So with that being said, here’s part 10. Happy Reading to all!

You were feeling quite better after your little tryst with Mat at the stadium. In fact, if you were being honest, he'd made you forget about anyone else that you'd been with since the bubble. Well maybe not everyone, but you were definitely feeling like your old self again. Grabbing a glass of wine, you drew a bubble bath so that you could just soak your cares away. You even lit a couple of candles to give the room that nice glow. As you sunk into the warm water, you could feel all the stress of the last several weeks, just melting away. That was until your phone rang.

You grabbed it off the side of the tub, flipping it over to see Tyler's name. When his number had popped up the last couple of days, you'd hit decline. However, this time you accepted his facetime. "Hey, Ty."

"(Y/N), baby, where have you been? Are you dodging me on purpose?"

"No, I would never." The lie slipped easily off your tongue. It wasn't that you were avoiding Tyler. It was just that you needed some time, and apparently Mat Barzal to get back to yourself. Maybe if Tyler was here, it would've been him to do that, but he wasn't; he was in Edmonton. "I've just been super busy here, though Carly convinced me to take the day off."

"Well, you deserve the day off. Though I thought you were avoiding me, now that you can't win that bet."

Ugh, sometimes you hated how cocky he was. "Are you sure I lost?"

A look of betrayal crossed his face and it had you regretting saying anything. "Are you saying you slept with Crosby?"

"That's for me to know."

"And for me to try and find out." He finished the thought for you.

"I thought you wanted to cancel that bet anyhow." You distinctly remember him saying something about that in one of your conversations. "Or now that the Pens are out, is it a different story?"

"No, I'm still for canceling it. I don't see why we both can't win." There was a twinkle in his eye and you had to wonder what he meant.

"Do I even want to know what you're thinking?"

"Hear me out," he said bringing the phone a bit closer to his face and you had to laugh at the seriousness you saw there. "What if the next time we're together, it's just not a twenty-four-hour thing? What if it's a lot longer than that?"

"What exactly are you asking Ty?"

"I don't know. That maybe we just sort of, spend more time together. I miss you."

His sad little puppy dog eyes were getting to you, but you still found yourself saying. "But we're friends with benefits, Ty. We've always been that."

"Well…maybe we should change that." Oh well, this was new, though you weren't sure how he wanted to change it. Most of the year you lived in two separate countries. And this year, who knew when he would be back in Canada. He may end up having to stay in the states.

"And how would we do that Ty? We're literally in two separate places."

"Well, if we're still in the playoffs when things transfer over to Edmonton, why don't you come here and we can talk about what we want to do then."

This is definitely a conversation that you wanted to have face to face, and not over facetime. "And what if you're not in the finals?"

"Wow you have no faith in me, do you?" Ugh, you regretted saying that but you wanted to know what the alternative was, especially if you still were in the bubble and he was out. At any rate, I'll fly straight from here to Toronto to be with you. I figure I could just stay in your suite until the bubble is done. " It would probably work since he was already inside of it in Edmonton.

"You seemed to have it all planned out. Don't you?" You needed time to think about this, after all this was Tyler and you weren't sure the man was capable of doing a full-blown relationship, or if you even wanted to.

"I mean…yeah kind of."

"Are you sure you're not saying this, just because you're lonely and I'm the only one that will listen?" While things had seemed different with him over the last couple of weeks, you were still a bit skeptical of his motives. Besides, you weren't sure what kind of spell Sidney had weaved on you but you'd just gotten over that or had you, and to give that kind of power to Tyler could be deadly.

"Look, I'm going, to be honest. There are a few women here that I could be with, but I was thinking about this, you and me, long before I was trapped in this bubble. I told you before you're the only woman that could make me settle down." There was a seriousness not only to the tone of his voice but also the look on his face. You wondered what yours was giving away, and tried to mask your features.

"Well, I think this is something we should talk about, but definitely in person." At least this would let you stall so you could decide what you actually wanted to do, and you could still have some more fun while you were in the bubble. "So I'll agree to you either coming here or me going there once the conference finals come around."

"That's all I can ask for, baby." His cute smile was definitely a turn-on and mentally you put that in the pro column for possibly being in a relationship with him. "Hey, where are you? Because it looks like you don't have a top on?" And that right there was what went on the con side.

"I'm in the tub, remember I said before Carly convinced me to take the day off."

"Oh, I definitely should've been more observant before," he stated his eyebrows raising up. "So, um…why don't you shift that camera down a little lower." You were waiting for him to say that, but you really didn't mind. Your times with Tyler were always fun and you were sure this would be no different. You found yourself moving the phone, just enough to show him that you were covered in bubbles though a taut nipple did peak out. "Mmm, what I wouldn't give to be in that tub with you. Those bubbles are lucky son of a bitches for getting to caress your skin the way they are."

"And where and what might you be doing?"

"Same place I always am, laying on my bed, just dreaming of you, but now I get to actually see you and it makes things so much better." He could be such a smooth talker at times. "Why don't you slide that one hand down baby. Just like if I was there." It was easy to just listen to his directions. His voice and the warm relaxing water turning you on. "You know I'd run my hands all over your body until I could slip it between your beautiful pussy." The fact that he could do these things to you over the phone, made you long for when one of you would be out of this bubble and you could make it a reality. "Just glide a finger back and forth between your cunt baby." A sigh left your lips. "That's it, just like it was my hand doing it. Now, rub your clit. I know how that turns you on. Just slow circles, babe, not too fast. Can't have you cumming just yet."

"Mmm…it feels so good Ty."

"Wanna rub it a little faster for me?" His breath hitched as he spoke the words and you obeyed his words with ease. "Slide a finger inside, babe."

"OOOhhh," you moaned out, your head going back and water starting to slosh around as your hips jerked up.

"That's it…god your so gorgeous." Water dripped off your skin, as you grew flush from the heated water and your ministrations, and you could only imagine what you looked like as you tried to hold the phone steady and not drop it in the tub. "Let it slide in and out of that pussy." Your fingers followed his command. You could tell that he was stroking his cock, as his free arm came in and out of view of the screen when he pumped it. It turned you on even more, as you worked your pussy over. "Are you getting close babe?"

"Yes," your voice now echoing off the bathroom walls.

"Press your thumb on your clit." He knew the action would make you cum quickly, so he must have been close as well.

"Fuck, Ty." Though you'd already had one orgasm earlier, your legs felt that familiar tingle as your second one of the day started to build.

"That's it, baby, keep going. Cum for me."

"Oh…yes…Oh," a mixture of incoherent moans came out of your lips, as you started to climax. You could hear water, spill over to the floor, but you didn't care.

"Fuck (Y/N)," you heard Tyler say and you could tell he was cumming with you. There was silence on the line for several heartbeats as the two of you both tried to recover. "God, I have never seen anything more beautiful than when you cum."

"I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not."

"What? Of course, it is." He sounded offended by your comment. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"Well maybe because it seems like I'm not beautiful other times."

"(Y/FullN), you are the most stunning person I have ever seen and it doesn't matter if you have nine hundred layers on or nothing at all. I will tell you that you're the most beautiful woman in the world, every day if you let me." He was definitely trying to score points now and you had to say it was working.

Now, you kind of felt like you were fishing for a compliment. "Ok, I take it back." You said with a giggle. "You know, you're pretty amazing yourself there."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, I know."

"And conceited," you teased.

"It's not conceited, it's confidence baby." You rolled your eyes, but you supposed it was true. The man was so sure of himself that it practically oozed out of his pores, though you knew that deep down he still needed reassurances as we all did.

"Ok, Mr. Confidence, well this girl needs to get out of the water now that I'm officially a wrinkled prune."

"I'm not stopping you. Just keep the phone where I can see you." You shook your head, but still somehow managed to get out of the tub and dried off with him still on FaceTime. The two of you stayed up for the next couple of hours just talking about anything and everything. For once in his life, Tyler held nothing back from you and by the end of the night, he knew that you'd been fooling around with some of the guys that were in the hotel, but he didn't seem to care. All that mattered to him was that in the end, he still had a shot with you. It was refreshing and not the Tyler you were used to. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you started to wonder if things with him could really work out in the long run.

The next morning, you woke up invigorated from your day off. Carly had known exactly what you needed and you headed downstairs bright and early to thank her, only to be sidetracked by Logan. "(Y/N), thank god you're here. The place is a disaster. I don't know what to do."

This was not what you needed to walk into after your day off, but knowing Logan it was probably some minor problem that you could fix in a minute; two if there was an actual problem. "Calm down. Take a deep breath. I'm sure whatever it is we can solve the problem in no time." He did as you said and you could see the tension just roll off his body. "Now, tell me what's wrong."

"There's a busted water pipe on floor eighteen and it's flooded one room and going into another, but you're right it's not that big of a deal."

"NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL! Jesus, Logan, why didn't you say the hotel is falling apart." You quickly wiped out your phone as you headed up to the eighteenth floor, calling maintenance as you went. Luckily, they were already shutting off the water by the time you got there. "What the hell happened? This is practically a brand-new hotel." The pipes barely had dust on them, let alone rust or anything that could corrode them. The room where the pipe had busted was a complete disaster. There was water everywhere, down the walls, completely soaked into the mattress, even in the ceiling. Wait, now that you looked at the ceiling there was a huge hole in it. Who's room was this? The eighteenth floor was one of the ones the Canes were staying on, so it had to be one of them. They were a rowdy bunch, but you thought they kept their antics on the ice.

"We shut the water off, (Y/N)." Frank one of the maintenance men told you. "But it's gonna take a day or two, to fix it, as we don't have the supplies here. I'll have to shut it off to the other two rooms next to it as well. Luckily, the damage seems to be only in this room."

"Thanks, Frank, I owe you one for getting it shut off so quick. Have Carly help you get whatever you need. She's good at putting a rush on things."

"Will do." You looked around surveying the damage. There would have to be new furniture put in this room as it was utterly destroyed, along with the carpeting and the bedding. And then you spotted it. A hockey stick laying on top of the bed, the end coated in plaster.

Some of the players had gathered outside and if you hadn't been in such a rush to get here, you would've looked at the room number for who to go after. After your relaxing day yesterday, today was turning into a disaster. Carly, somehow pushed her way through several hulking men to get to you. "Frank just told me." Her eyes got big as saucers as she took in the damage. "Holy fuck." Those words seemed adequate. You grabbed her by the shoulder and she seemed to shake herself out of a stupor.

"What room number is this?"

"Eighteen twenty-three." Slowly you turned around looking for the guilty culprit, and there he was, all six foot four of him standing there in saturate clothes and looking quite sheepishly. Joel Edmundson, the crop top king, if you recalled from your conversation yesterday with Carly. The only thing was he wasn't the only one that was drenched, standing beside him were Dougie Hamilton and Andrei Svechnikov. "Just breathe," Carly whispered. "Getting upset will do nothing, plus you've got bigger problems."

"Bigger problems, then a gaping hole in a roof with water soaking the room."

She shrugged her shoulder innocently. "Well, if Frank is right and we're going to need a couple days to fix this. You need to find three rooms in what's already a completely booked hotel." Damnit, she was right. You were already at max capacity and didn't have a room to spare. You realized that it was a great opportunity for the hotel when they'd been chosen to host the Stanley Cup Playoffs, but you were really starting to wonder if the NHL had a personal vendetta against you when it made the decision to keep this hotel completely occupied the entire time.

"What am I going to do?"

"You could send them over to Royal York."

"Are you kidding me? I'd sooner cut off my left arm, then send them back there." It wasn't that Royal York was a bad hotel, but there was definitely a little rivalry between you and the manager over there. It was a friendly competition on who could handle all these NHL players, but you wanted to be the victor here.

"They could always move into the suite with you. You have two extra rooms, though someone would have to double up." She eyed all of the men standing there silently outside the room, just waiting for you to explode. "Or someone could always sleep in your bed." She nudged you and then whispered low. "My votes for the crop top king." As much as you didn't want to admit it, he did sort of have that quality about him that appealed to you. Shit, what were you doing even thinking about her suggestion?

"Two of them can room together, especially after making this mess."

"Hmm, probably. Just don't rule my suggestion out."

You gave her a look, the one that said you wouldn't be entertaining that thought, even though there was part of you that wanted to, then stepped out in the hallway to speak to the guys gathered there. "I'm sure you gathered that we have a bit of a…situation here. We're going to need to shut the water off in three rooms for a couple days." The three culprits all shared looks back and forth with each other, and you truly had to wonder what the hell they were trying to do that broke the damn water pipe. "If you're in room twenty-one, twenty-three, and twenty-five we're going to need to relocate you." As you said the names, you realized that the guilty party just so happened to be the same guys that needed to be relocated. "If you could just pack up your things, I'll get someone here to move you."

All the other players dispersed to their rooms, and finally, Joel came up to you. "Look we're really sorry. We understand if you have us sleeping in cots in the basement or something for the next couple of days."

He sounded so sweet and, well innocent wasn't the right word, but maybe sincere, that you found yourself saying, "No, we'd never do something like that, but I will need two of you to stay in the same room. There are two queen beds in the one so it's not like you'll have to share."

"That's not a problem, Svech and I can room together." Joel offered, putting his arm around his teammate.

"I'm sure a lot of your stuff is ruined, from the water. I can have housekeeping take care of all your laundry, but if you could just grab your other things."

"Sure, no problem. Just give us like twenty minutes and we'll be ready."

The three of them disappeared while you made phone calls to housekeeping, letting them know to make this a priority and that they would also be needing to clean up the other rooms in your suite over the next few days. Sure enough, twenty minutes later they had all their gear gathered up. "So, where are we headed to?" Dougie asked as you all stepped into the elevator. You hit the penthouse floor button.

"My suite." Glances were exchanged and you didn't miss them checking your body up and down appreciatively. "You'll be staying with me until your rooms can be cleaned up."

"If I would've known that, I would've broken the pipe earlier," you swore you hear Joel mumble, and you had to laugh. The next couple of days were definitely going to be something. You just weren't sure what kind of something.

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366 Days Reblog Challenge April 2020

Another month is already over and in these messed up times I’m even more grateful for all the amazing work by these amazingly talented writers! So without much more rambling here are the fics that i’ve read and reblogged for @beccaanne814‘s 366 Days Reblog Challenge. And thanks again to @beccaanne814 for the wonderful banners!

Happy reading!

01. Patching up by @petals-sunwards

Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood and injury, a little angst and fluff

Prompt: Can you go a single day without accidentally hurting yourself?

02. A Good Suit by @portals-to-a-new-world

Leonard McCoy x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!, Some language, Mentions of being tied up, Oral (male receiving), uhhh I think that’s it tho

What? I have to give a massive massive shoutout to @bakerstreethound for the idea: {So have a later night party at the enterprise (can be for Kirk’s birthday, but let’s say you and Kirk are on bad terms so you don’t go to the party) you stay in your room tussling with your body pillow to make up for Bones absence. You wake up to find him sitting on your bed wearing the suit he went to Kirk’s party in.} Love, you’ve absolutely slaughtered me in this process but oml was it worth it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it <3

03. A Bad Boy by @portals-to-a-new-world

Leonard McCoy x Reader

Warnings: Listen. We all know I’m a slut for suits. So you can bet your ass this is as smutty as all hell. That being said, semi public almost smut, language, being tied up, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it yall), oral (male receiving), mild choking, dom!reader, listen it’s straight filth kay? Kay.

What?: Bones doesn’t want to go to a random 1920s themed party, so Y/n offers him a challenge. Smut ensues. (Sequel to A Good Suit.)

04. One Night In Vegas by @avengerscompound

Tony Stark x F!Reader

Warning: Talk of sex, aftermath of drinking and drug use

Summary: You wake up in a Vegas suite with Tony Stark wearing the biggest diamond ring you’ve seen in your life. The two of you then try and piece the night together

05. Your Prince, My King by @official-and-unstable-satan

Loki x Reader

Warnings: Dominant Loki. Language. Mentions of insecurities and mental health. Degradation and praise. Bondage? SEX Oral (Male and female receiving) and ACTUAL SEX ETA: Orgasm denial/delay (cause that’s apparently a warning? Didn’t know. Sorry) Odin in general. Loki. Reader being snarky and short tempered. Insecurities. Mentions of trauma. Language, probably. Bad writing? Idk what to put here, really. I’m bad at this. Smut. Mentions of smut. Actual filth. Out of character characters, probably. One day I’ll stop apologizing for my writing. I’m working on it.

06. Surprise by @mermaidxatxheart

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing. If you think I missed anything, please let me know.

Summary: You try to get away with something, but Bucky catches you in the act.

07. drive-through by @evanstarff

(i must have missed something here beause i can’t get to this fic anymore. @evanstarff seems to be gone. I’ll still leave the fic here, in case anyone knows if @evanstarff maybe has a new blog or something, please let me know!)

08. Scabulous by @avengerscompound

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of past injuries, poor feelings about body image, scars

Synopsis: Bucky is unwilling to undress in front of you because he hates his scars. Turn out he isn’t the only one with scars.

09. Skin Contact by @avengerscompound

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Series Warnings: Angst, smut (hand jobs, vaginal sex, fingering), PTSD, mentions of past torture. Superpowered Reader.

Synopsis: While on the run in Romania you come across a man who has a past very similar to your own. When the people pursuing him track him down, you assume you will never see him again.

10. Mind Control by @avengerscompound

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Series Warnings: Angst, smut (vaginal sex, oral sex), PTSD, mentions of past torture. Superpowered Reader.

Synopsis: While on the run in Romania you come across a man who has a past very similar to your own. When the people pursuing him track him down, you assume you will never see him again.

11. CRUSH by @petals-sunwards

Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: none, pure fluff and kisses

Written for @stuckonjbbarnes‘s 250 Writing challenge. My prompt was ‘You know, I’m really good at telling who has crushes on who‘ and I had a blast writing it.

12. An Exquisite Kind of Pain by @redgillan

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: read it and you’ll see

Summary: Steve’s in love and that’s the problem.

The five times Bucky saved you…

…and the one time you saved him

by @buckysknifecollection

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Series warnings: some mild swearing, mention of dangerous situations, death mention, injuries, mentions of men objectifying women; other than that - toothrotting fluff.

Summary: You have a special bond with Bucky. He’s more than your best friend, your partner in missions, the person you care most about. He often saved you from uncomfortable situations, always ready to protect you, but sometimes, you are the one who did the saving. A series of drabbles.

13. Part 1

14. Part 2

15. Part 3

16. Part 4

17. Part 5

18. Part 6

19. Ink on his heart by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Bucky Barnes x TattooArtist!Reader

Warnings: Tattoo experiences, a couple stories about war. Some swearing. Mostly lots of feels and fluff.

Summary: Here’s how Bucky Barnes got a haircut and then decided it was about damn time he controlled his own destiny - starting with a bit of ink.

20. Friends in Training by @until-theend-oftheline

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Sam and Bucky are giant children

A/N: This is a drabble request written for @jewels2876 : How about this with Sam and Bucky? “Are you clinically insane or incredibly annoying?” “I don’t know, probably both?"

21. Right Where You Are, That’s Where I Am by @corneliabarnes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, allusions to violence and PTSD, fluffy ending

22. Looking Up by @avengerscompound

Clint Barton x Reader (kinda)

Warnings: action, canon-typical violence, Clint’s naked and a very proud boyfriend.

Synopsis: Clint’s day was looking up. His girlfriend slept over for the first time. He’s pretty sure she’s a Jedi. He was having a nice bath. So how is it he’s now running down the street naked from gunmen?

23. Distant Connection by @abovethesmokestacks

A Bucky x Reader drabble series based on this post

Summary: You happen to be in the office when the email is sent out, you get Trip from IT to help you set up the VPN you need to be able to access company systems from home, you rifle through all of your folders and then just dump all of them in a box. It’s a surreal feeling because you are essentially cleaning out your office. As if you’re losing your job. This will be fine. You send an email to your project collaborator, someone named Barnes, suggesting a first video conference call on Monday before you log off.

This is fine.

Chapter 1: This Is Fine

Chapter 2: Introvert Olympics

Chapter 3: Business As Casual

Chapter 4: Jeremy Bearimy

Chapter 5: Toilet Paper Confessionals

Chapter 6: Netflix And I Have No Chill

Chapter 7: Social Dumbassing

24. Assemble: Bucky Barnes by @official-and-unstable-satan

Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Language, Bucky struggling a little with the whole idea. I think that’s it.

Summary: James Barnes remembers. He remembers the words. He remembers their meanings. He remembers what they made him do and he fears them. Even after he was ‘fixed’ by Shuri, he feared them. So, someone suggested he learn to love the words by associating the ways they could help him instead of hurt him.

25. Request for the “Until We Meet Again Series” by @sgtjbuccky

Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Warnings: a little swearing,

Request: Omggg I have a idea for “until we meet again What if the reader loses her memory and goes to the Avengers because that’s the last place you remember is being, and then like they tell her about herself and they end up finding the prodigies or sum YASSSSS I LOVE YOUR STORIES 😝

26. Audiobook of Love by @nerdy-bookworm-1998

Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Steve and Bucky are missing their best girl while on a mission, but she has a special surprise for them.

27. Sore Loser by @squirrel-moose-winchester

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Gambling (is hustling money considered gambling?), Some Crack, Dean being Petty.

Summary: Y/N learns a few new tricks and hustles Dean, the king of pool, out of all his money.

28. Best Laid Plans by @suz-123

A Falcon and Winter Soldier TV Fic *obviously this is NOT spoiler heavy as the show has not even been filmed yet*

Warnings: None really, just my usual casual cursing and sassy soldiers.

A/N: So, there was a post on here that went around yesterday about a plot theory as to what Zemo was going to be doing to tear these guys apart in their future TV show. Naturally, I was livid with this stupid idea and, naturally, I used the magic of fanfic to fix a problem that may or may not ever actually see the light of day :D

29. Major Crush by @redgillan

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Explicit Language, Dirty Talk, Groping

Summary: Laser Tag brings out Steve Rogers’ competitive side and Reader loves it.

30. Count on It by @team-iron-wannabe-man

40’s!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Y/N isn’t too impressed with the Infamous Sergeant James B. Barnes, however Bucky is definitely interested in her.

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That was all the fics I’ve read for the Reblog Challenge in April! A big THANK YOU again to all the writers! This time would be so much more difficult without all your work!

For the readers: if you search my blog for the tag #fic rec you’ll find even more to read!

Stay healthy everyone and lots of love to you all! ❤

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If The World Was Ending 8/?

If The World Was Ending Chapter Eight: Til The Morning

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“Take me home, take me home I'll be yours till the morning Then leave without warning So take me home

Call me please, call me please Oh I can't wait forever You know better So call me please

Leave me be, leave me be You had your chance already Someone else, I go steady So leave me be…”

~Til The Morning - Bahamas

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Tony groaned as his eyes opened, frowning as he tried to remember when he’d gone to sleep. The last thing he recalled was frantically looking—

He shot up in the bed he was laying in as he suddenly remembered Evan, looking around frenetically for the man. The room was dark but sunlight was starting to come in through the partially closed curtains. Where the hell was he anyways?

The billionaire decided that was something for later as he swung his legs out of the bed, fumbling with the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed he was in. When the semi-dark room was bathed in light, he was met with the room that could only belong to a teenage boy. Well, what he imagined it would look like for a normal teenage boy, since his room had looked nothing like this. Then again, he hadn’t exactly been normal. Besides, by the time he was fifteen, he was living in the MIT dorms with Rhodey as his roommate.

He quickly spotted his phone on the same nightstand as the lamp, as well as his Bluetooth. Tony quickly shoved it into his ear. “JARVIS, you up?” He wasn’t sure if it still had any battery, since it had been a terribly long day yesterday. At least, he hoped it was yesterday, since there was no telling how long he’d been out.

‘For you, sir, always,’ the AI’s familiar voice spoke in his ear.

He sighed as some of his panic subsided, but there was still the matter of Evan’s whereabouts. He’d be worried about Maddie, but she’d been perfectly unharmed, and wondered if she’d been at a hospital away from the affected zone. Tony was ashamed to admit that he’d never thought to ask Evan about what she was doing, he’d just sensed that it was something Evan had been hesitant to mention. Although he knew why she was in L.A. without Doug, whom was dead.

“How long have I been out, J? Where’s the suit, and where the hell am I?” he stood and stretched, feeling sort of rested, but not much. Well, he was use to it, since even after the Mandarin incident, he didn’t sleep too well. Even if he’d told Pepper that he would do better, that didn’t stop the nightmares, the panic attacks, and he knew it was PTSD. After all, if it walked like a duck and all that, well...

He’d just never been one to do the normal thing when one had trauma, which was go to therapy. Tony could just see his business slashed all over the newspapers. It had always been like that, even as a kid and now being Iron Man, it was ten times worse. At times he wished he’d just done what Colson (and Fury) had wanted and kept his identity as Iron Man a secret, since things would have been so much easier. Then he’d thought of the destruction that had happened, the fighter jet he’d destroyed, the vehicles that had been damaged in his fight with Iron Monger, and knew he couldn’t hide. He had to take responsibility, be held accountable for his actions; both in and out of the suit.

‘It is currently 5:25am Pacific Time, and you’ve been asleep for three hours, sir. The Mark 33 is stationed in the backyard in sentry mode and every other suit besides Peacekeeper which is still helping the police, have been charged and helping rescue workers mostly recover the dead at this point. Also, you are located in Robert Grant Nash’s residence.’

Tony paused as he was looking for his shoes, stopping as he’d bent down to search under the bed. “I’m at Cap’s house?” he asked incredulously. He bet there was a story there, but he had more pressing matters. “J, where’s Evan?”

‘Mr. Buckley is asleep at this very moment in the room next to this one.’

Tony forwent looking for his shoes and padded out of the room in his socks and headed into the room next to the one he’d woken up in. If he was at Bobby’s house, that meant the beds belonged to his kids. He hoped he hadn’t taken anyone’s bed from them.

For now he walked to the door next to the one he was in, knocking lightly in case Evan was asleep. When there was no response, he cracked open the door and peeked inside. He knew it was a huge invasion of privacy, but he just wanted to see that Evan was there and unharmed and then he would go. Whether that was back to the room he’d woken up in or not, well, he hadn’t decided yet.

He saw the man’s 6’2 frame on a bed and what he could see of the sheets and the rest of it room, this was a teenaged girl’s bedroom. From here he could tell he was sleeping peacefully and he sighed in relief. He knew about nightmares after a traumatic experience and it was good that Evan didn’t appear to be having any.

Tony quietly closed the door and moved away from the room, and finally decided that he wanted some coffee. He realized that this was because he could smell it, and it was gourmet too. Oh, someone in this house knew what good coffee was and wasn’t afraid to spend the money for it. Apparently some people were satisfied with that cheap instant kind, the uncultured fools.

He hoped he didn’t look too ragged or smell rank after spending the all yesterday and last night in the same clothes. Tony told JARVIS to order him some simple clothes to be delivered to Bobby’s residence. His AI told him that it, as well as some toiletries would be delivered within the hour. Hopefully he’d be able to get a cup or two of that coffee and perhaps beg off their hospitality for a piece of toast and some eggs.

Tony came into the kitchen to find Bobby Nash leaning against the counter, looking exhausted in his grubby LAFD uniform. There was a cup of coffee in his hand and his eyes were closed, and Tony wondered if he’d fallen asleep like that. Poor guy was likely ready to collapse, especially if he’d just gotten in.

“As much as I hate to wake you up, because you look bone weary, but I refuse to let you waste good coffee,” he told him, since the cup looked moments away from slipping out of his hand.

Bobby jerked awake as his fingers tightened on the coffee cup, and it was either not too full or already halfway drunk, but none of it thankfully sloshed over the side to spill on the man’s hand. “Tony,” the man greeted, but was interrupted by a face cracking yawn before he could say more.

“You look how I feel most mornings after a forty-eight hour binge in the lab working on a deadline for SI,” he chuckled. The man sighed as he ran a hand through his short hair, and was, as always, reminded a little bit of Howard. This man exuded the sternness the man had possessed, but none of the coldness. There was a softness that tempered the steel underneath, and Tony found himself liking Bobby more and more.

“You shouldn’t be awake,” he told Tony. He waved him on when he asked if he could have a cup of coffee. “It’s only been three hours since you collapsed.” He could feel the man’s eyes on him as he found a cup with his instructions and then poured himself some much needed coffee.

“Yeah, well, one learns to live on little to no sleep when we’re in this line of work,” he said, taking a large gulp of the coffee and not caring as it burned his tongue. That was definitely some great coffee. “What about you? You look like something the cat dragged in, chewed up, threw up, and then chewed up again.”

Bobby chuckled as he nodded. “I feel like it too,” he admitted. He took a sip of his now lukewarm coffee, and Tony wondered how long he’d been leaning against that counter, battling his eyelids that kept trying to close.

“Well, is there any particular reason you’re not heading up for a shower and some much deserved rest?” He lifted the cup and took a more measured sip. “Or is it the unexpected guests in your home that’s preventing you from getting some rest?”

He knew some people would likely not feel comfortable sleeping while there was a stranger in their house. Tony would happily leave if that was the case, with no hard feelings. Bobby Nash was a man Tony could learn to respect, did respect after seeing him in action last night, so wouldn’t hold it against him if Tony was making him uncomfortable. The man had likely not intended for some strange billionaire to take up one of his kid’s beds.

Bobby blinked at him confused for a moment until his sluggish brain caught on to what he was saying. “No, that’s not it,” he said firmly. “I offered my home in the first place, and it would be pretty hypocritical to then have a problem with it.” He paused to yawn once again. “I’m actually waiting for my wife to get off her shift before turning in,” he admitted. “I told her that you were sleeping in Harry’s bed, but I’m not sure she quite believed me. So, I’m glad you’re up and she can see you with her own eyes.”

“Or, we can take a selfie together and send it to her?” Tony said with a mischievous grin.

Bobby straighten and stretched with a groan as he checked his watch. “No, she should be home in the next few minutes,” he said. As he grabbed his phone, it gave a tweet and Tony gave it a curious look.

“Is that her?” he asked, hoping he wasn’t being nosy.

“No... it’s... a reminder,” he mumbled. “But I don’t know if I’ll still be expected to go. The hospital was in the flooding zone.”

“The hospital? Are you sick or something, Cap?” The thought of a man like Bobby Nash could be sick, who risked his life every day for the people of this city didn’t sit well with him. He quickly typed out a message to JARVIS to make a new fund for service women and men that were battling cancer, as well as other physical and mental illnesses.

“Oh no, I uh,” he paused and looked down like he was embarrassed by something. “I donate blood once every three weeks. I’m, um, part of the rare donors program.”

Tony blinked in surprise, since he was expecting anything except that. “Oh yeah? Like, you’re O negative or something?”

Bobby shook his head from side to side. “Uh no, rare type of blood that has the ability to cure rhesus disease, actually,” he murmured.

Tony had a few doctorates but none of them were in medicine. “That doesn’t sound pleasant.”

The older man shook his head. “It isn’t. I read up on it and... it’s, well, not many fetuses that are affected survive.”

Tony leaned against the counter with his cup in hand with a bit of a crooked smile. “So, your blood has the ability to save babies? And you’re a firefighter?” He shook his head and drank the rest of his coffee and reached for the pot again. “You’re full of surprises, Cap.”

“If you say so,” he told him, grunting in affirmative when Tony offered to top off his cup once again. “But I’m not sure if I’ll be able to go with the hospital being in the flood zone, and after the shift I’ve had, I’m likely to sleep for a whole day I think.”

“Well, if there’s anything I can help you with, let me know. It’s the least I can do for the hospitality you’ve shown me.”

They drank their coffees in a comfortable silence, and maybe Tony was too tired to ramble as he usually did. It could be that he just felt at ease in the man’s presence, which would be something unheard of for him when it came to someone he’d just met the other day.

“I meant to ask,” Tony said, remembering one of their meetings. “Did you ever find that Captain... Cooper?” He hoped he got the name right, since last night had been one long hour after another for him to be able to remember everyone’s names.

Bobby sighed and once more ran a hand through his short hair and Tony feared the worst, regretting having brought it up. “Yeah, they found him,” he said, voice sounding weary. “He was brought in before either of us got there... minus one of his arms, unfortunately.”

Tony grimaced and looked down at his coffee, wishing he had his sunglasses with him. One of the reasons he always wore them was that he’d been told that his eyes were very expressive. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He paused as he remembered the female firefighter that had been rescuing people at the Ferris wheel. “The woman that was with you at the peer where we first met, she’s from his firehouse, isn’t she?”

He couldn’t remember the station number at the moment, but he did remember that it had been a different one from the ones Bobby and Diaz had. Bobby nodded. “Lena Bosko, a firefighter of station 136.” His lips lifted a bit in slight amusement. “A stubborn but very capable firefighter.”

The shorter man’s eyebrow lifted in question. “I could tell she was pretty capable from the little I saw her work, but why stubborn?”

“She had two broken ribs, and still wanted to keep on going.”

Tony was quiet for a moment, continuing to enjoy the coffee. “Yeah, I know about continuing on with broken ribs... it’s not an experience I hope to repeat.”

There was what he could be shock, or maybe horror, on his face and he opened his mouth to say something. However, before Bobby could respond, they heard the door open and then footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Bobby?” Tony heard a woman’s voice. “What’s this about Tony Stark sleeping in Harry’s bed?” He heard the amusement in her voice, but then saw that same amusement fade from her face as she came around the corner and caught sight of Tony, who gave her a cheeky little wave with his fingers.

“Good morning,” he said cheerfully. “Sadly, that is true. I’m the terrible person that took poor Harry’s bed.” He took another sip of the coffee, resisting the urge to moan, since it wouldn’t be proper. It was just that he loved good coffee. “You already know who I am, but I don’t know your name.”

“Ah... Athena Grant,” she said, and saw as she and Bobby shared a look. “Well, Nash now.” Tony sensed there was a story there, but knew it wasn’t one he was entitled to, so he didn’t ask.

“Well, I am very charmed to meet you, Mrs. Nash,” he said.

“Please, call me Athena.”

“If you call me Tony.”

Bobby looked between them. “Should I be worried? I remember Buck saying you flirt with anyone.”

Tony nodded with a bit of a smile curving his lips. “Well, Evan is right,” he supplied easily. “I see attractive people and I just... flirt.” He looked like he wanted to shrug, aborted the movement half way and cleared his throat. “I can admit it’s gotten me into a fair share of... altercations.”

“How is their 80-year-old grandmother attractive to you?”

Tony snorted a laugh, having forgotten that Evan had brought it up... or had that been Maddie? He was a bit fussy about what had happened after he arrived at the field hospital and assured himself of Evan’s safety. “Their grandmother was a nurse during World War 2 and knew my dad. He was like eighteen at the time, and it was nice to hear about him being that young.” He refrained from saying that he wanted to hear about a time when he wasn’t such a cold human being. The stern, unforgiving man he’d grown up with.

His head titled as he looked at the woman. “You’re a police sergeant, right?” he asked the dark skinned woman. The short hair style she had suited her face very well.

The woman eyed him carefully, her stance changing to wariness. “Has my husband been talking about me?” she asked him instead of likely demanding how he knew that.

Tony shook his head negatively. “Uh no, Evan told me, actually. He mentioned you during the incident where Maddie was... kidnapped by that abusive asshole. He actually called me just before he went off in search of her with you and kept me updated through text messages.”

“So that’s who that boy kept texting during that time. I’d always assumed it was Eddie,” she chuckled.

Tony gave that aborted shrug with his shoulders as he lifted his cup to his mouth. “Well, he could have been texting us both,” he suggested, not voicing how much that thought bothered him. Tony didn’t have the right to be bothered, since what he and Evan had at one point was over. Besides, at the time of this, he’d been dating Pepper, so he had no right to feel... well, whatever he was feeling, it certainly wasn’t jealousy.

Not at all.-

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Definitely Not Hogwarts

Prompt: Baekhyun + “You taste like fucking candy.” + “I was just hoping that y’know… you’d fall in love with me.”

Setting/AU: Magic

Warnings: innuendo, magic, completely non subtle references, swearing.

Word Count: 7,173 (it’s still a drabble, let’s pretend it isn’t this long)

A/N: I hope you enjoy it, you kind of get everyone in this as an added bonus for me taking so long.

If there was something you hated more than changing schools mid-year you had yet to encounter it. Why had you agreed? Because it was a great opportunity. So great that you’d accepted the offer knowing full well that you’d be moving in the middle of the year, packing all of your belongings into boxes - ones to take with you and ones to go into storage, and starting in classes that had already set their dynamic up for the year. Would it be easy? Not at all. Did you still want to do it? You bet your ass you did.

The school was in the middle of nowhere so you had to live on the premises. You’d never been to boarding school before so this concept was somewhat daunting but you were choosing to think of it as a hotel for the moment. All of the students lived in dorms and boarded for the year, only going home at the end of each term, and the teachers lived in separate wings of the school. Yes, wings, because the school was a goddamn castle.

Until a couple of years ago, they had never taken on a teacher’s aide before, but the powers that be had made a treaty between the gifted and the non gifted (god forbid the humans actually use the word magic, apparently that made it seem childlike and not the absolute danger to society that the government liked to portray it as. Magic was neither childlike or the demise of society as we know it but you digress). In the two years following that they had taken on a handful of aides, always non gifted, and usually morally opposed to the concept of magic, a choice that made you think that the wizard in control of the school was in fact, enjoying this whole ‘play nice with the humans’ thing far too much. The aide who had been chosen this year had vacated his position without notice at the end of the second term due to a spell gone wrong. Or something. The particulars were unclear. All you knew was that on one late summer morning you received an offer and should you have accepted that offer (you did, but you made sure not to sound too desperate when accepting it) you would have three days to prepare and move.

Those three days had been a complete and utter whirlwind. Your friends were ecstatic for you. You were the first aide they had selected that had actually had a positive attitude to the concept of magic. First and foremost you believed in science, but you were open to the idea of there being something more out there and if it could be applied to positively benefit human society then you were all for it. Plus, who wasn’t curious about what these kids were being taught?

Your work was sad to see you leave but thankfully you were only employed casually so you didn’t have to adhere to the standard procedure of giving two weeks notice or break any contracts in order to accept your new role, one of the bonuses to being a university student who was unable to work full time. You’d never been happier to not have job security.

Upon arrival to the castle school you were ushered to your wing (the north one with the big spire) by an overly enthusiastic pair of seniors, one of which kept cracking terrible jokes that you guessed were meant to put you at ease but they were just making you cringe, something that the taller senior - you were pretty sure he said his name was Chanyeol - found hilarious. The two showed you to your room, if you could call it that.

You felt like you’d been transported to the world of one of the many books you read while you were growing up - the princess or assassin (your parents made sure you didn’t reach adulthood believing that some man was going to come whisk you off your feet and solve all of life’s problems for you. They gave you books where the women took charge and fucked shit up as well as the damsels in distress, and ones with useless protagonists and ones with good men) living in the tower of a castle, waiting for the unfairly attractive prince or guard to appear so that hijinks could ensue. Your “room” was more of a suite, if castles could have suites. You decided they could, because you couldn’t fathom calling this a room, it was a bit too grandiose for that. You had a bedroom, private study/office, bathroom and tutoring room.

“As you can see, you have space for smaller lessons or tutoring.” Suho explained as you entered the small space, only a few desks and chairs decorating the room. “It’s mostly seniors who will come to you to go over homework, assignments, and anything they’re stuck on.” He added.

“But I’m just here as an aide, not as a teacher. Why would they come to me?” You asked.

Chanyeol replied. “A few reasons. First, if they don’t want the teacher to know that they haven’t fully grasped what was covered in the lesson, the school is super competitive so no one ever wants to let another student see an area that they are weak in. Second, you’ll be marking homework and assignments so they’d come to you if they want clarification around grades. Third, some will come to you to try and scare you. It’s like a sport for some of the students. They see how long the new non-gifted will last before running for the hills.” Your face must have dropped because he instantly waved his hands as he tried to lessen the blow of his statement. “N-not that all students are like that, there’s just a select group who do it. Most of us welcome the initiative to have humans in our school so that they can see that we’re not the evil witches and wizards of their childhood stories.”

“The castle and long robes aren’t helping that, just saying.” You deadpan.

Suho makes a sound akin to choking on air but when you look at him you see that he’s laughing. He looks at Chanyeol as he tries to calm himself but he keeps laughing while trying to speak. “I like her. I don’t think she has anything to worry about with that attitude.” The look the other senior gives him is one of pure exasperation and you have to do all that you can not to crack up at his face.

“Hyung…” he starts but then thinks better of it. His long legs carry him through to the next room, he clears his throat before continuing to speak. You leave Suho, who is still chuckling to himself, in the tutoring room. “This room is your office. It’s kind of a half library, half office. You can do your own research in here and organise all of your work in the room. If you ever need the fire lit just ask me to come and do it. I’m proficient with fire, most students can conjure fire but some would mess with you and light a fire that emits a stench, or one that burns too hot, one that talks to you, you get the idea.”

You nod and make a mental note to ask him to light the fire in winter for you if you haven’t come across any other trustworthy students by then. The proficiency stuff is new information to you. You knew that the gifted could conjure elemental magic but you didn’t know that they had proficiencies for certain elements.

“I apologise for Chanyeol, he always forgets that the non-gifted don’t know about the proficiencies. I’m assuming that’s why you look confused?” Suho leans against the door frame as he speaks. He pushes off and enters the room once you nod. “To cut a long and dreary history short, gifted - as you refer to us - have the ability to wield elemental magic. Certain families have a proficiency with certain elements which allows them to have superior control over that element. In Chanyeol’s case that is fire. In mine, water. There are nine such students at this school but if we go by our history books there are twelve families with proficiencies. We can do greater things with our elements and we take extra classes to hone our skills with them. Normal students can cast a spell to light a fire in here for you but Chanyeol could click his fingers and a fire would light, or he could create a flame in his hand and have it hover for you.”

“Can he hadouken too?” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them. Chanyeol folds in half, slapping his leg as he laughs. Suho looks less amused. “Or do you guys have special rings? Can your powers combined conjure Captain Planet?” Chanyeol is struggling to breathe because of how hard he’s laughing.

“That’s… that’s not how the elemental magic works.” He begins.

“Suho, I’m kidding.” You interrupt. “You need to brush up on your human pop culture circa the 1990’s.” You smirk. “Just doing my part to help eliminate the dark, evil wizard stereotype all of you have going for you.”

He chuckles at that, shaking his head as he moves towards the next room, lightly shoving Chanyeol as he passes. “This next room is your bedroom. You’ve got one of the better rooms. You should see the aide’s room in the East Wing, it’s like a shoebox. (You thank all that is good for giving you something better than a cupboard under the stairs.) It has your bed, wardrobe, lounge and adjoining bathroom. It’s the only aide room that has that actually, all of the other wings have a communal bathroom for the aides but you lucked out with a private bath.”

You wanted to make a witty remark about that but all words died on your tongue as you stepped into the room. This was far too grand to be called a bedroom. You had a giant four poster bed to one side, a lounge suite by the fireplace, a couple of wardrobes and shelves, a table with four chairs and a little kitchenette. This was more like a studio apartment but in a castle. Everything was ornate, it was like medieval meets industrial aesthetically, which worked far better than you imagined it would.

“It’s pretty nice isn’t it?” Chanyeol remarked. “Like we said, you got pretty much the best aide room out of the lot.” He scratched the back of his head as he pondered what to say next. “Uh, that pretty much concludes the tour of your room. We’ve both got class to get to but Xiumin & D.O. will come by to take you on the tour of the grounds. They’re two of the other students with proficiencies as well, and they’re both trustworthy so you’ll be in good hands.” The two students bowed and waved farewell to you, wishing you well on your first week at the school before they left.

The other two students turned up not long after Suho & Chanyeol left. One arrived while making voice notes into his dictaphone and the other while cleaning his glasses. It wasn’t difficult for you to guess that these two would be top students, they just gave off the ‘we study a lot and it shows in our results’ kind of aura. You had been informed that all of the senior students who would be showing you around were high achievers but where Chanyeol and Suho were a more relaxed and reserved levels of intellect, these two exuded it.

The two students bowed to you and introduced themselves. The one with glasses was D.O. and the one with the dictaphone was Xiumin. You swallowed the urge to make a Harry Potter joke to D.O. but with that style of glasses he was on borrowed time before you blurted it out. You were, after all, supposed to be professional. You might only be a few years older than these seniors but you were an employee of this establishment, not the new kid. You didn’t have to fit in or be classified as cool. You had the feeling that until you actually started working you’d have to keep reminding yourself of that fact.

“So we’ll be showing you the grounds so that you have a general layout of the school. If you get lost you can always ask a student but to be on the safe side I’d recommend a fellow teacher or a student whom you recognise. Others might find it fun to mislead the new non-gifted aide.” D.O. explained. Why were these seniors painting this school like it was filled with miscreants? Did the students not respect their elders or were humans looked down on that much? Were you just a temporary plaything to them or something?

“Do the students have issues with treating the non-gifted aides with any modicum of respect?” You asked.

“It’s not that. The majority of the student body welcome the integration of humans into our school, we have just as much to learn from you as you do from us if our kind are to coexist moving forward.” Xiumin replied. “But there are a select few, as there are in any setting, who will only find pleasure in making your life difficult. They will take any chance they get to embarrass and ridicule you, to trick you and to eventually send you running from this school. Their primitive thought process is that if they have enough aides flee the school that the whole initiative will be discontinued.” He shook his head as he finished speaking, showing you just how dumb he thought this select group of the student body were.

“What Xiumin is trying to say is trust your instincts. Don’t blindly trust a student because they act kind towards you, feel them out and work out if they are playing you. We’ve been through a few too many aides this year and that group think they can send anyone away. For the most part, don’t react to them. If they think their tricks have no effect on you hopefully they’ll just get bored and leave you alone.”

“Or, they will escalate their antics and put me in actual danger.” You rebuked.

“They’d get caught and punished if it came to that.” D.O. deadpanned then added. “I’m sure you’d be fine. While we’re out Lay, another senior, will be putting up warding magic on your room to prevent any hijinks from happening there.” Hijinks? you mouthed but before you could say anything back to the half blood prince wannabe he started walking down the hall.

Xiumin chuckled under his breath and motioned for you to follow. “You’ll get used to him. He’s blunt but he’s not unkind. He doesn’t like his routine being messed with. Normally he’d be running a study group so he’s a little off kilter today. Just work with it please?” You nodded and followed the other male as he set off after not Harry Potter.

The tour was pretty informative, with both boys giving you some history for the different areas which you found fascinating. They also showed you the areas of the school you’d be frequenting the most - the main hall, the teachers lounge, kitchen, and a small selection of the classrooms you’d be in. They marked these locations on a map for you and went over the easiest routes for you to follow. Both of them were very polite and patient with you as you very slowly got your bearings. Xiumin advised for you to memorise the paths rather than any objects in the halls as they had a tendency to move. D.O. eventually led you to a large set of double doors and guided you down towards the grounds at the rear of the school. This place was massive and your brain hurt from trying to remember everything.

“The sports grounds, gym, amphitheater, horticulture and agriculture areas are spread out here. The easiest ways to know the borders of the grounds are the lake at the back, forest to the left and mountains to the right. You’re perfectly safe if you remain within those boundaries. We’ll quickly take you down to each building but you won’t have to come down here too often so don’t worry too much about memorising them.” He stated.

Xiumin added, with a grin on his face. “You’ll probably only come down to watch sporting matches. Even if you don’t really care for sport, adding magic makes the games much more interesting. Occasionally a class will be held down here if they are using spells that require a lot more space than a classroom offers.” You were going to have to witness this if only to put a real image in your mind of what that looked like. Until you did, it would be every tacky wizard movie you’d ever seen playing on repeat, which would drive you batty. The two of them continued showing you everything, adding fun facts and tidbits of history along the way.

“So, uh, forgive my ignorance but we really only have mainstream media to go off here. Do you guys use wands?” You ask.

D.O. scoffs indignantly. “We absolutely do not. Wands are for children and idiots.”

“What he means to say is that we use our hands and minds. Wands exist but are not widely used since they require far less skill and are less accurate.” Xiumin adds.

“Your mainstream media is dumb.” D.O. says.

You raise your hands. “Hey, no disagreement from me here. I know it’s incorrect with its portrayals 99% of the time which is why I asked.” Xiumin chuckles as he calms D.O. down. You hadn’t expected his outburst to be over a fucking wand but hey, weirder things were surely still to come.

Eventually the three of you approached the large doors that would lead you back within the main building. D.O. smiled when you looked to him to lead the way back. “Oh no. You’re going to lead us back to your room as best you can. Consider this a test of your short term memory.” He chuckled as your face fell.

“Fine.” You grumbled. How hard could it be to follow a map back to your room anyway?

Harder than it looked was apparently the answer. You made it back after a few wrong turns. Part of you wondered if this was some cruel joke where they got to laugh at you leading yourself in circles while futilely trying to reach your destination. The other part just wanted you to hurry up and work out how to get back to your room. When you spotted the stairs that led to your hallway you sighed in relief. Both boys smiled brightly at you. “We consider our tour a failure if you can’t find your way back. You might have made a few missteps but you got back without needing any assistance. You’ll know the grounds like the back of your hand soon enough.” Xiumin smiled.

The two of them led you the rest of the way back to your room before bidding you farewell. “We’ll see you in class.” Xiumin said as he bowed, a small smile on his face. He definitely didn’t look old enough to be a senior but who were you to judge? You were in a freaking school of magic, for all you knew he was 400 years old. Or maybe there was a portrait of him hidden in an attic somewhere.

“Thanks for the tour, you both helped me out a lot. I will definitely be using this map over the coming days while I get my bearings. There is a lot of history here,” You gestured to your surroundings. “and it’s fascinating, I know you barely scratched the surface with the small insights you gave me but it was very informative and enjoyable.” You smiled.

D.O. chuckled. “I’m glad you didn’t fine it too boring. Most of the aides that come through here don’t even listen to half of the tour we give.” He paused. “Actually, before we go I have a question for you.” His head tilted to the side as he appraised you, as if looking for some answer to his yet unasked question.

“Go ahead, it’s the least I could do after such a lovely tour.” You replied.

“Well, the least you could do would be nothing but -”

“Let’s not debate semantics right now.” Xiumin interjected.

D.O. huffed, but acquiesced. “Fine. We’ll ignore the idiosyncrasies of the english language for now.” Xiumin rolled his eyes, this was clearly not the first time he’d had to deal with the other nitpicking at insignificant details of the language. “My question is in two parts. Firstly, where do you stand on the issue of magic? and secondly, why did you accept this role?”

Well that wasn’t the question you were expecting. You didn’t know what question you were expecting but it sure as hell wasn’t one this bold, especially not from a student. “To start with, you know I don’t actually have to answer you right? You are technically my students.”

“Of course. Will you answer it though?” He asked, his gaze locked on yours. The balls on this kid…

“I will, but the point is that I don’t owe you, or any student an explanation like this.” They both nod at you and wait for you to continue. “To answer the first part of your question, I believe in science. Always have and always will, but I’ve always had an interest in magic. It was this mystical thing that appeared in the storybooks of my childhood, and I don’t mean the propaganda that litters the homes of the non gifted, these books had the gifted as heroes, as people who saved the day. I watched the change happen. All it took was one world leader who realised the gifted were real and they feared the abilities you have over non gifted. Suddenly all of the children’s books had evil wizards and witches who would trick you and eat you. I was never swayed, my interest only grew once I realised that the mystical wonders from my childhood books were real. I think that in order for gifted and non gifted to coexist, they need to work together and not look at either side as less than or evil. There are terrible gifted and non gifted people but there are also wonderful gifted and non gifted people. We fear the unknown but if we work together, that fear lessens.”

You pause to take a breath, noticing how wide Xiumin’s eyes have gotten as you’ve been speaking. “As for the second part, part of it has surely been answered in the first part of my response but aside from general curiosity and a belief in our kind working together I also want to be a part of that. It’s not lost on us that most non gifted selected for the program have been heavily against the concept of magic and view the gifted as the devil incarnate. I know I’m probably one of the first to be selected who has no negative preconceptions of what goes on here and I want to do my job, help students and be able to provide workable ideas for the future of our kind coexisting. I believe that if we can work together, science and magic combined will result in wondrous things.”

Finally, he cracked a smile, his whole face changing into that of a bright young man. “You are a welcome change. You’re not wrong when you say that the other aides have a dislike of our kind and of magic as a whole. I think our kind chose the wrong approach by attempting to make a non gifted who was fundamentally against everything that we stand for change their mind by simply existing with us. It was never going to work, and even if it did your government could scratch it up to stockholm syndrome. Just.” His face hardens but his gaze softens as he looks at you. “Keep your wits about you and don’t be fooled by rose coloured glasses.”

***

Your first few days went by without too many hiccups. You’d been thrown into a wide array of classes; apothecary, history of magic, potions, magical law, spellcasting & defense magic. The classes were overwhelming but oh so interesting, to the point that you had to keep reminding yourself that you were supposed to be reading up on the syllabus and grading homework against the guide sheets you’d been given, not giving your full attention to the teacher. That was easier said than done once the topic of dragons came up. It took all of your self restraint not to blurt out “Fucking hell, dragons are real?!” but maintaining your professional facade took priority. You made a note to read up on them later because they were even more fascinating than your childhood stories had hinted at.

You met most of the other proficient students thanks to Suho & Chanyeol introducing them to you. You’d run into Xiumin & D.O. again when they were on their way to their extra credit classes and asked them about their proficiencies, apologising for forgetting to ask the first time you’d met. They’d let you know that Xiumin’s proficiency was ice and D.O.’s was earth. You didn’t get to ask much more about it because they ran off to class, not wanting to be late and have that mark on their records.

“Good Afternoon Chanyeol, what can I do for you?” You’d asked when he approached you with two other students trailing behind him.

He grinned and gestured to the two behind him. “I figured I should introduce you to these two. They’ll either annoy the shit out of you or be model students.” You raised a brow at him. “They’re younger than most seniors, thanks to their proficiencies.” He stage whispered at you.

“You know we can hear you right?” One of them remarks.

To his credit, Chanyeol ignores them and continues talking. “Whilst they are young and immature, they possess a lot of control over their elements, Kai in particular.” He gestures to the boy to his left, who smiles shyly at you and waves. “They figured they should get him through school, disciplined & bursting at the seams with morals before he got too old. His proficiency is teleportation you see, so everyone does what they can to steer him away from a life of crime.”

You nod. “No ill gotten gains for you then.” Kai chuckles. “Can you only teleport yourself or can you take people and objects with you?”

“I can choose. I have to be touching whatever I want to take with me but if someone grabs me I can choose to teleport alone or with them.” He replies.

You lean forward on your desk. “How large an object can you move?” You ask.

He grins at you. “Not telling.”

You sigh dramatically. “Chanyeol, I fear that he might have already given in to a life of crime.” For a moment Chanyeol looks confused until the synapses connect and he realises that you’re poking fun. “If you do a dramatic pose when you teleport then I think you’re well on your way to the criminal mastermind title.”

Kai laughs loudly. “I like her.” he states before wandering off to find his seat. You just hoped the military never found out about him, they’d abuse his power wherever possible and he seemed far too kind for that kind of life.

The other male clears his throat to remind Chanyeol that he is still waiting for his introduction. Chanyeol’s eyes widen and then narrow in frustration. “This is the youngest of the proficient, Sehun. He likes to think that the universe revolves around him but we keep him grounded, figuratively and literally…once or twice.”

You glance past Chanyeol to Sehun. He looks like he has a chip on his shoulder, and the resting bitch face isn’t helping him not seem like a jerk to you but you give him the benefit of the doubt. “Hi Sehun, what is your proficiency?”

He gives you a very slight, like blink and you’d miss it kind of slight, smile as you feel a light breeze wash over you. “Wind.”

You ponder for a moment and bite your tongue to prevent another Captain Planet reference from coming out. “Wind would be the broad term though wouldn’t it? You control air right?” You ask.

He nods. “Yes. I can control and manipulate the air, it’s velocity and molecular structure.”

“Are they trying to prevent you from a life of crime as well by fast tracking your schooling?”

He smirks. “Something like that. I had a huge amount of power but no control over it so I was pushed through school to better harness my power.”

Chanyeol interjects. “His power used to be based off his emotions so he’s had to learn to control himself and basically relearn how to use his power.”

“That’s pretty impressive actually.” You reply.

Sehun actually smiles at that. “I like her too, for now. Nice to meet you.” He nods then also heads to his seat.

Chanyeol smiles warmly. “He caused himself a lot of harm while he was learning. Lay, you haven’t met him yet but he’s proficient in healing, had to patch him and quite a few of us up on several occasions. He seems cold and aloof but he needs to be in order to keep his ability at a safe level.”

“Thanks for introducing me, that’s 6 of you I’ve met so far so I still have 3 to go? Lay being one of them. Who are the other 2?”

You hear the groan in his voice. Clearly he isn’t a fan of these two. “Chen & Baekhyun. They are probably the two who will give you the most grief. Too clever for their own good and they are sneaky as all hell. They control lightning & light. Don’t be fooled by their lost puppy eyes. In fact, ask some of the other aides, I’m sure they have stories.” He glances up as the teacher enters the room and ducks off to his seat.

You’re left to wonder about these two supposed wicked students. What do they look like? (Probably should have asked that in hindsight) Are they really that charming? Had the other aides exaggerated with their stories? You were going to find one after class and learn more about these two. You wanted to be prepared for whenever they decided to show up in your vicinity.

***

“Baekhyun? Is he here?!” The aide shuts the door quickly, looking around the room frantically.

“Woah, woah, calm down. He’s not here. I was just asking about him.” You try to calm the spooked aide. Christ what did this student do to the aides?

“What did he do to you?” She asks quietly.

“Huh? Nothing. I haven’t met him yet.”

“Keep it that way.” She says quickly.

“The better question is what did he do to you?” You take a step towards the aide, determined to get answers. She seems truly afraid of this student. Is she vehemently against magic? Yes. Does that warrant this level of fear? You’re not sure.

“He’s evil.” She whispers.

You roll your eyes. “Come on now. I know you aren’t exactly pro magic but evil? In what way?”

Her eyes widen as she grabs the fabric of your shirt over your shoulders. “He toys with you. He’ll be the sweetest student you ever meet until you do something that he doesn’t like. Then he’s your worst nightmare.”

“So a teenager with an out of control ego. That’s not so bad. You had me thinking he’d be murdering kittens on my doorstep or something.”

She shakes her head. “You don’t understand! He’s proficient in light, sounds lame right?” Maybe it sounded lame to her but you had already put some thought into that power. Manipulating light and dark, controlling shadows - that could be a terrifying power. “It sounds like a nothing proficiency compared to the others but once you realise that light is necessary to everything, it becomes terrifying. He shouldn’t be.” She shudders.

Maybe that attitude is why he doesn’t like you. You think to yourself. Out loud, you attempt to change the subject. “And Chen?”

She scoffs. “He’s a trickster but there is no malice in what he does. He messes with you because he can. Compared to the other one, he’s harmless.”

You bid her farewell and head back towards your room. Another aide stops you down the corridor. “He knew she had a fear of the dark so he manipulated the shadows so that she felt like she was perpetually being engulfed in darkness for the better part of a month. She’s been a nervous wreck around him ever since. All because he didn’t score higher than Kai in class.”

“He sounds like a right jerk.” You state.

“He is. He’s ruthless once he’s decided that you aren’t useful to him anymore. The others are all probably like this but he’s the only one not hiding what an evil monster he and his kind truly are.” The aide leaves before you can give him a piece of your mind. Armed with more information on the remaining two proficient students than you’d had an hour ago, you head back to your room. Lost in thought you fail to notice a student the student that brushes past you.

***

The rest of your day goes smoothly. You attend two more classes and are given homework to mark for each. Sehun comes to you for tutoring after his magical law class. He’d told you he understood the concepts they’d covered but didn’t understand why any of it mattered. You’d done your best to explain the notion of risk and consequence in relation to magical law, using his own grasp on his proficiency as an example. Once he left another student came knocking on your door, one you hadn’t been introduced to yet.

“Are you a senior?” You asked.

He nodded. “You’re our new aide.”

“Your powers of observation are second to none.”

“Hey now, that’s not how you should talk to students!” He exclaimed as he entered the room. You’d figured that he was one of the 3 remaining seniors you were yet to meet, you just didn’t know which one he was. The upturned shape of his mouth screamed ‘I’m mischief incarnate’ so you ruled out Lay.

“Most students would announce themselves upon arrival. Forgive me, I don’t believe we’ve been introduced yet.” You don’t hold out your hand, a tip you were heeding since Xiumin mentioned it.

“I’m Chen and I suck at apothecary. Please help me teacher-nim. I need to be in the top tier of the class so that my parents will get off my back.” He dramatically drops to his knees and overacts begging for help, making you laugh loudly.

“Get up, dear lord. Chen… lightning proficiency right?” He nods. “Do you just invoke it or can you direct it wherever you want it to go?” You ask.

Instead of answering he flicks his wrist and a small electric shock strikes your thumb. It’s similar to when you get a shock from your car or if you touch something after shuffling on carpet. You look up at him to see him smirking. “I can control it, and make it as strong or as delicate as I please.” He waggles his eyebrows at you.

You choose to ignore what he’s implying and continue to question him. “Just lightning or all electrical currents?”

“Oooh we have a smart one this time. Everyone else tried to work out my proficiency based off norse mythology.” He grins, that smile as disarming as you expected it to be.

“Oh please, you’re more shock mouse than god of thunder.” You blurt out. “Though I hear that you aren’t dissimilar to another norse god - Loki.”

He laughs loudly, the sound is music to your ears. “You are not what I was expecting but I’m not mad about it yet.” He settles into a seat at the desk across from you. “But seriously, I need help with this class. Can we work on that now and exchange smartass lines at each other later?”

You laugh and nod, settling back into teacher mode. So far Chen doesn’t seem as bad as the reputation that preceded him but you make sure to keep your wits about you. You know one thing for certain though, this student is a tragic flirt.

***

You’re exhausted after the extra tutoring sessions and the marking. Your bed has never looked so inviting and you cannot wait to slide under the covers and drift off to dreamland. Your alarm had rather rudely pulled you from a particularly salacious dream last night and you were hoping to return to it tonight. You packed away all of your stuff, making sure to lock the students work in your private office. You’d been informed that there was a nullify spell over the room which rendered everyone’s skills, no matter how proficient, useless. Once you were done packing up you made your way to your bathroom to wash up for the night, taking your time to complete your skincare routine and brushing your teeth.

You refrain from rushing to your bed because you are not a child but a sigh of pure joy escapes your lips once you finally crawl under the covers. You think back to the dream you had left this morning and sink into the pillows, closing your eyes. The image of the log cabin in the snow coming back into view. You feel the cozy warmth of the blanket wrapped around you as you wait for him to return. He’d gone to fetch more hot chocolate and sweets so that you could finish watching the movie you’d started just over an hour ago.

Vaguely you recalled him being more built in this mornings dream but as long as he was bringing you sugar who were you to judge. What did alarm you was the sudden change in sensation of the blanket against your skin. Before you felt cozy as it had warmed your clothes but now you could feel it against your skin. When had you suddenly become naked?

Then he appeared. He didn’t look as sweet as you recalled. Rather, he looked annoyed for a fraction of a second before his face transformed, a kind expression now showing on it as he climbed back onto the bed next to you and handed you a mug of the aforementioned hot chocolate and placed a bowl of sweets in front of you. “Thanks babe.” You smiled as you picked up a toffee and put it in your mouth.

“You’re welcome.” The words sounded forced. Like he didn’t want to say them.

You do your best to ignore it and continue watching the movie as you sip your drink. You feel like he’s staring at you and not in a ‘I want to kiss every inch of you before I ravage you’ kind of way. “What?” You ask as you look at him.

“Really? ‘You taste like fucking candy?’ That is the smooth line your subconscious came up with? You need to get out more.” His tone is full of judgement and disgust.

“What?! What are you talking about?” You exclaim, confused. This dream isn’t like the one you wanted to return to.

“In your mind we keep watching this movie and then I lean in to kiss you and say that line.”His judgemental tone is really starting to grate on you.

“Who the fuck are you?” You ask exasperatedly.

“I really thought you were smarter than this.” He chides as he gestures to himself as though he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread. “I’m Baekhyun.”

“What the fuck are you doing in my head? I’ve never even met you!” You clutch the blanket around you as you remember your nakedness. Was this still a dream? It felt a little too real to be a dream. There were details missing and if you were dreaming up Baekhyun then you needed to have some stern words with your subconcious about cockblocking you. The dream was supposed to start cringeworthy and saccharine sweet but then twist into a filthy romp. You knew the lines were cheesy, but they were supposed to be. It wasn’t so sweet when your face was planted into the rug about 20 minutes from now.

He shrugs. “I’ve had no reason to seek you out in person, not with everyone painting me as some sort of antichrist to you.”

“So what? You just decided you’d appear in my dream?” You choose to go with this no longer being your dream. You figure that he’s somehow invaded it and that alone is pissing you the hell off.

“I wanted to see what you were like and my proficiency allows me to do this so I figured ‘what the hell’ and popped over for a visit.” He grimaces. “I was not expecting ‘I’ve come to clean ze pool’ levels of dialogue though.”

You close your eyes and shake your head. “You need to get out of my dreams. I didn’t fucking invite you here.” It dawns on you that he must be able to dream walk and that thought somewhat terrifies you. Suddenly the frantic fear that the other aide had doesn’t seem so dramatic.

“Push me out then. Consider this a lesson in defense against wizards. Your mental barriers are weak. I can see everything.” He leans against the wall of the cabin as though he hasn’t a care in the world. You don’t have a clue at how to push him out because why would you? You try to imagine kicking him out of your head and locking a door behind you but he simple laughs at you. You try visualising a vault, and locking away your precious thoughts and memories, slowly filling the vault with more and more items.

He laughs. “Oh you are tragic. I thought the candy line was bad but this, this is just ripped from a poorly written romance novel. ‘I was just hoping that y’know… you’d fall in love with me.’ Excuse me while I barf.”

“Fuck you.” You grumble. You are going to evict this smug prick from your mind if its the last thing you do.

He looks you up and down and smirks. “Non-gifted aren’t usually my thing but I’d make an exception for you.” He winks. “The bit after all of the terrible dialogue isn’t so bad now that I look forward. My, my, you are filthy.”

You want to punch him.

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The Slutty Webs One Weaves

Title : The Slutty Webs one Weaves

Chapter NO. 2 of 10?

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki’s Asgardian wife learns women write fanfiction about him on a trip to Midgard. She’s edgy for the duration and lets him have it when they get back.

Author: lokilover9

Rating: M

Notes: Hello everyone. I will get to writing another chapter of Irked, but for now, here’s a mini crack fic. Should be good for a laugh or two.

When Loki and Astrid entered their vehicle in the Towers underground, he opened portal, exiting in the woods on Staten Island and she pouted.

"Not hiking again, Loki. Skunks are mean."

He tisked. "Bushy tailed scoundrels. I did warn you to keep away."

"I thought it was cute. Where are we?"

"A dumping location of one golden eyed jester. No matter." He conjured a cabin and opened its door. "Still wish to get naked?"

They fucked for hours until Astrid lay spent, resembling a deflating blow up doll.

"Dress now my lovely? I'll gather your belongings from the truck."

With her brain afloat in subspace, she hazily replied. "Yes Master." *****

They entered Asgard and Heimdall arched a brow at her bedraggled appearance. "Welcome back, my lady."

"Midgardians make edible panties."

Loki scooped her into his arms. "Nothing a good slumber can't fix. Ta ta, jester." He chuckled upon pulling a key from his pocket when undressing. "I dare to ponder your predicament before realizing this missing, Cootyoodles." *****

Weeks passed while down on Midgard, several burglaries had occurred in rich homes around New Jersey. Only cash was ever stolen, yet the thieves exceptional skill at avoiding detection was a growing concern.

Pepper and Tony sat watching the news.

~ "Another burglary in Jersey last night left police no closer to identifying a suspect. More at eleven." ~

"Didn't the thiefasaurous make a peanut butter and banana sandwich at the last house,? I'd love to know how they're hacking the security cameras. Clever bastard."

"Could be a woman, but definitely a pro."

"There's an erotic vision. You dressed as a bandit, searching a homeowner's porn reserve while snickering at their amatuer bondage supplies."

"Why risk imprisonment? Were the porn in your 'Butch's Bitch' file dvd's, they'd line a path from here to Miami."

"Ooooh, does that mean we're on the same page?"

"Mmm..no. You're horny and I'm craving nachos. Please unravel yourself from my thigh?"

Stark playfully gnawed on it. "And if I don't? What then, Mistress?" He obeyed when the lights flickered and Jarvis announced a security breach. "Speaking of bandits, ours is an Alien God breaking a promise."

"Jarvis never detected him before."

"Likely an impish forewarning attempt. I'd bet a thousand he's hoping I'm shackled to the coffee table, sucking a rubber cock for his own amusement."

'Note to self.' Thought Pepper. 'Add to 'to do' list.' "What makes you think him so savage?"

"Loki's a sexual deviant."

"Oh?"

'Blabbermouth. Now she's intrigued.' "Everything back to normal, Jarvis?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Told ya and I know just where to find the prick." Tony stepped onto the sixtieth floor to find it minimally illuminated by the moon. "Nice touch, Snowflake. A prelude to another smug entrance? Consider it your last." When met with silence, he angrily strolled to the rooms center. "Show yourself! NOW!"

More silence, except for the hum of the approaching elevator.

"Huh. Never pegged you for a coward." Tony didn't intend to fight Loki. Merely to end their friendship, while emphasizing the seriousness of his boundaries being overstepped.

The intruder judged otherwise.

The door slid open and from behind the bar, came a sphere of light travelling at warp speed, making a whooshing sound as it encompassed his suit pieces, halting their pursuit, then dropping them to the floor in a clanging heap.

Stark sat crouched on his knees, enthralled by a figure slowly emerging from the shadows.

"I am not a coward Iron M..Man."

He lurched forward and the swaying soul fell limp in his arms as the rooms lights flickered on. "What the hell?" Moments later, he rushed off the elevator to a shocked Pepper. "Meet our intruder."

"A child???"

"Surprise?"

She offered a warm cloth as he timed the wee souls pulse. "Heart rates good."

"Who…"

"Didn't get a name." Clad in males clothing a size too big and a snug fitting Captain America cap, the child was filthy. Upon removing it, a mass of knotted, raven hair fell over his arm.

"He's a she?"

"Apparently." Desperate to rouse her, Tony kept talking, while wiping her face. "Can you hear me, kid? Come on, wake up." His actions revealed flawless, alabaster skin, high cheekbones, a perfect nose and overly pink lips. Her fingers were long and slender, as were her limbs and the more he looked at her, everything began to click. "If her eyes are green, someone has some 'splaining to do, Lucy."

The girl stirred, scrambled from his lap, bolted across the room and halted in a battle stance, fists raised, brows furrowed and her piercing green eyes, wildly darting between him and Pepper.

He slowly rose, arms in the surrender position. "Easy, Little Warrior. We won't hurt you."

"Where's my hat?" She sternly demanded.

Tony slid it across the floor and she planted it sideways on her head, sloppily tucked her hair inside and returned to battle stance. "Liar! I came to you for help and was almost attacked!"

"My goof, kid. Ya scared me. What's your name?"

"Brianna. It means strong, virtuous and honorable."

"Perfect for a female warrior. A brave one too."

Pepper cut in. "Hi Brianna, I'm..."

"Virginia Potts, born September 27nth, 1972 in Arlington, Virginia, CEO of Stark Industries and one badass role model. Nice to meet you."

She smiled. "Ditto. Are you injured at all?"

The girls fists lowered. "No, just hungry and exhausted."

"Unacceptable." Said Tony. "What can we get ya?"

"A peanut butter and banana sandwich?" They threw it together and she wolfed it down with a glass of milk. "Have any tater tots?"

"Sure do. Brianna, is there anyone we should call?"

Her scowl returned and an unseen force, swiftly elevated their phones, suspending them inches below the twenty foot ceiling. "Mom's awal, and Daddy's unknown. Alert anyone of my whereabouts and after escaping their captivity, I'll return 'undetected' to enact revenge."

"O-kaaay. Any ideas on the spunk doner, Virginia?"

"Really, Tony?"

"Just sayin'. We promise not to alert anyone without your permission kid, if first, I get a promise or two in return."

"You dare making commands knowing what I'm capable of?"

"Hear me out, Little Warrior. Please?"

She chomped into a tater tot. "I'm listening."

"I've some questions."

"You can ask, but don't expect answers for every one. What else?"

"You stay a while. At least until finding a Tower to call your own."

"No way, Jose. I'm the restless type."

"A month then?"

Stark played the puppy eyes card as Brianna sized him up like a scheming Clint Eastwood might a brazen saloon patron.

"A week and we take it from there."

"Deal."

Once their phones safely landed, she asked to use the bathroom. Pepper lead her to a guest room and was stopped at the door. "Thanks. A little privacy, please?"

After it closed, Tony snuck into the hall and quietly relayed of first encountering the girl. "It's irrefutable. That's Loki's mini me in there."

"Her powers are undeniably similar, but without a paternity test..."

"And how do we achieve that? Shimmy up the bifrost and demand Prince Jezebel see a phlebotomist? Fuck, if they're not related, where 'did' she come from? Maybe we're being invaded by the real Body Snatchers."

"Who've begun with a child in a Captain America hat, they specifically sent here?"

"Have any better conclusions? I suspect she's the burglar too."

"Why, because they like the same sandwich?"

"Think, Butch. If she can break in here, houses are a piece of cake."

"Think, Cootyoodles. Even with powers to hack security systems, how does a child that young burglarize nine houses without being seen, heard or leaving behind any dna?"

"Never underestimate your opponent." As Tony rambled on about examples, she seemed distant. "Butch?"

"I just realized something. Brianna said her Mom was awal. We're avid news watchers and there hasn't been a local Amber Alert for months. What if she isn't looking for her? What if no one is?"

"Perhaps we're both getting carried away and Brianna's…a special breed of Leprechaun that eats feet. We sleep in my suit boots and problem solved."

Pepper smirked. "What exactly happened to you in space? Stay here while I check on her?" Soon she called to him in a whisper. "Come look at your opponent."

Stark's real heart melted when seeing Brianna asleep in the large tub. A bath towel covered her little body and another lay folded beneath her head. "Poor kid. I'll move her to the bed."

"No don't, Tony. I think she crawled in there to feel safe." *****

In the morning, they found an open box of Count Chocula cereal beside a dirty bowl in the kitchen.

"I hadn't opened that yet."

Pepper yawned. "And?"

"It's half empty."

"Awesome. If she's anything like you jacked up on sugar, please hide it?"

He popped a handful into his mouth. "I thought you liked my inner child?"

"Not when he's Dash from the Incredibles. What's that noise?"

"I'll go look." Stark opened Brianna's door to a six inch knife whizzing towards it. "Morn..WHOA!" He closed it within an inch as she aimed another. "DROP the weapon, Little Warrior!"

She casually tossed it onto the bed. "'Sup?"

"'Sup?!? Those aren't toys, young lady! You could've removed half my face!"

"Nah, my aims too polished. See for yourself."

Pepper arrived to find him gawking at the wall. "Hi Brianna. Tony?"

"Iron Man's upset 'cause I short circuited his Arc Reactor."

"Kinda. Feast your eyes on why, Virginia."

A wooden cutting board hung centimeters from the door frame, impaled by eight knives and Brianna sighed. "I'd almost made a perfect x, until interrupted."

"Hey, I knocked..once."

"But didn't wait for permission to enter."

"Let's not argue, hm? Coffee's done, Tony. Would you like a bath, Brianna?"

"With bubbles?"

"Raspberry Sorbet, scented."

Butch later regretted leaving behind the bottle as Little Warrior had a blast, pouncing into the mountainous sea of bubbles the Jacuzzi's jets summoned and soaking the floor. After loaning her a small t shirt and a pair of leggings she secured around her waist, she watched in amazement as like with their phones, an unseen force carefully lowered the cutting board into the girls awaiting arms.

"Ready, Badass."

"Call me Pepper, please?"

"Sure."

Once in the kitchen, Tony learned of her trick. "Just another checkmark on the growing listy poo of spunky d' evidence, Virginia. Thanks kid, I'll take that." The board seemed super glued to the island as he tried apprehending it. "Make that two checkmarks."

The silverware drawer opened, nudging his butt, as Brianna climbed onto a stool with a mischievous smirk and hovered a fist over the knives. "Scooch your booty, or be turned into swiss cheese." Her hand opened, releasing a pea sized light that burst into a mist with the snap of her fingers. As she slid back, it encompassed only the board, individually plucked each knife from its surface, neatly steered them into the drawer and vanished after it closed.

Tony's mind was projecting a vision of Loki on a cheesy, 70's era game show, its animated host announcing; "Our grand prize winner, ladies and gentlemen! The willy nilly, cock weilding, Prince Jezebelll!"

Brianna's voice silenced the fanfare. "I promise not to play with knives anymore."

"Erm..that's great. About those questions, kid."

"Shoot."

"Why the target practice?"

"Saw it on tv once. It kills boredom."

'And a charging rhinoceros, no doubt.' "These balls of light…"

"I call them my magic and maneuvered this one slower, to give you an idea of how they work. Neat, huh?"

"Very and the one used on my suit?"

"Nothing special."

"How do you create them and the unseen force?"

"Classified."

"Have you greater abilities?"

"Enough to make David Copperfield seem a quack."

"How did you break into my tower?"

"Top Secret."

"How did you get here?"

"Walking, buses, taxis, trains and one bicycle."

"By yourself?"

"Mostly."

"How long was your trip?"

"Nine days."

"How did you afford it?"

"My allowance."

"Why the boys clothing?"

"You already know."

"Where are you from?"

"Are you done insulting me?"

He froze. "Excuse me?"

"Nearly every question, except number 5, were tests to see if I'd slip up and surpass revealing the basics. Magic aside, you're trying to assess my intelligence, so here's some insight. Every response minus 'target practice', was either a lie, or half truth. Why? I am never going home and therefore will never reveal more about myself than I decide necessary. If that's unacceptable, tell me now, I'll thank you for the hospitality and be on my way. Oh, and the ball used on your suit? It was bigger, faster, and more powerful out of necessity."

The only person Tony felt might know more about Brianna was Thor, but couldn't risk breaking his promise. She was brilliant, yet seemingly naive to the constant danger she was in. Iron Man would protect her, whilst awaiting further guidance from wherever the cosmos were plotting to chuck it. The heavens, perhaps? The tooth fairy? Captain Kangaroo?

"We'd much prefer you stayed." Said Pepper. "Please don't be angry with Tony? It's difficult not to think of how frantic we'd be if our child went missing."

Brianna's face softened for merely a second, before she re poised herself. "You would?..Look, I'm a survivor, so don't bother worrying about me. May I make my request now?"

"Please do, Little Warrior."

"Your fellow Avenger, Thor. Do you trust him?"

'All this for the God of Thunder?' Thought Stark. "With my life. Is he your favorite and you'd like an autograph, or a picture together?"

"Don't have a favorite Avenger. Just need you introduce us."

'Wut?' "I could, but that means alerting him you're here."

"If you trust him, I trust him."

"I'm grateful for your faith in me. He'll ask why?"

"I need him to set up a second meeting with is brother, Loki."

And there was Tony's guidance. A beam of light, trailing from the realm of Asgard, down through Earth's clouds and settling on P.J.'s prodigy, igniting her aglow.

"Eh he. Why not? Nothin' like those warm and fuzzy feelings amongst kin, right Virginia? Pardon me ladies. Cootyoodles has a call to make and a suit to tweak."

Brianna giggled. "Who gave Iron Man that name?"

"A friend, but he prefers Tony. Feel like watching a movie with a badass role model?"

"Okay, but none of that fairy tail, princessy stuff. Ever see Bram Stoker's Dracula?"

"Isn't that violent for someone your age?"

"Nope and guuurl, what a love story. The blood and guts are awesome too."

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toloveawarlord · 6 years

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Little Rich Girl (Ch. 2)

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Past:

Bexley: 5 years old

Minami: 18 years old

It’s going to rain.

Dark clouds loomed over the city, making even the day seem like the night. I stood in the alleyway with some of the other kids that hung around this area. The temperature had begun to drop, but not enough for it to snow. I sighed, ready to just go back to the abandoned building that I lived in with these losers. They were utterly useless out on the street.

“Hey, Bex, we need some cash for dinner,” Dane said, pointing to a restaurant across the street. “I saw a rich looking boy go in there. That’s an easy target for you, right? Dumb and rich?”

I shook my head. “No thanks. If you want food, then go do it yourself.” Stealing from the rich was easy a lot of the time, but that was a high risk. If I got caught, they could press charges and they would stick, because rich people have connections.

Dane laughed. “Oh, so you’re scared?”

I glared at him. “I am not scared.”

“Okay, then, I dare you. I dare you to go steal from that rich guy inside that restaurant.”

I disliked Dane. He just recently moved into the building that I stayed at and he was an asshole. He ordered us around like he was the boss, but the reality was he was scared. All new kids that come to the street are terrified.

But, if I don’t do it, then everyone else will lose faith in me. Crossing the crowded street, I slipped inside the warm building. The soft lights and jukebox made a calm atmosphere. The place was littered with people, which made it easy to slip up behind the rich boy. He was tall with reddish-orange hair. Easy to pick out because he had on expensive looking clothes. With so many people around, this would a piece of cake. Stealing wallets was simple.

But as I proceeded to pull it out of his pocket, his hand snatched my wrist. Not looking away from the waitress taking his order, he said, “Make that two of those, miss.” The boy held on tight, even as I tried to tug my hand loose. “Come on, I’ve bought you lunch.” He gave me a big grin and towed me over to a nearby table with him.

“L-let me go,” I said, being pulled along behind him. What’s with this creep? Is he some kind of pedophile?

“Here’s your options. Eat lunch with me or I’ll call the cops and turn you in for theft.” He was completely serious and that was terrifying, especially since he smiled as he said it. Pointing to the bench he said, “Go on. Sit down. The food here is amazing.” He knew he’d won.

As we waited for the waitress to bring the food, there was an awkward silence. It seemed like he was waiting for me to spit out some excuse, like the fact that I was a homeless orphan or something. I had no plans to get pity out of this rich kid. He’s probably had everything handed to him on a silver platter. The whole time, he simply watched me with curious eyes, until our food arrived. “What’s your name, kid? I’m Minami.”

The warm meal sitting in front of me made my mouth water. It took all my will power to keep from scarfing it down all at once. Instead, I picked at the fries, trying to act uninterested. He tried to coax it out of me by saying nice things. But I replied, “You said I had to eat with you, not talk,” I snapped, unable to look at him. Why is this boy being nice to me when I came to steal from him?

Minami laughed and nodded his head. “I did, didn’t I? Well I’ll talk, and you can just listen.” He proceeded to tell me that he was going to be the owner of a hotel in town, The Royal Shining. He has 3 half brothers that live in Japan, but there could be more since his dad has a habit of sleeping with a lot of women. His favorite food is burgers and apparently, he has a really high IQ. “Hey, miss, could we get a chocolate milk shake?”

My head snapped up at the words. Chocolate milkshake? Mom used to get me one every now and then if I’d been really good at home. Minami smiled at me, clearly knowing that he’d won me over with that order. The shake was huge, but it tasted like heaven. We couldn’t afford luxuries like desserts living on the streets. “Bexley,” I mumbled.

“Hmm?” He titled his head to the side like he didn’t hear me right.

Staring at the wall, I could feel my cheeks getting hot. “My name is Bexley.”

Minami grinned. “It’s nice to meet you, Bexley.” He rested his chin on his palm and watched me eat. “I come here a lot, so if you’re ever in the neighborhood, I’ll buy lunch again.” He laughed at my confused expression. “What? You don’t like free meals?”

With the milkshake gone, I folded my arms and turned my head to look at all the people in the restaurant. “Why?” There isn’t any reason to be helping out someone like me.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I want to. Do I need another reason? Oh!” Minami slid three 100-dollar bills and 5 10-dollar bills across the table at me. “I bet those kids you were with outside would be happier if you brought something back. Also, I want you to buy a coat and some gloves with the small bills. I don’t want someone wondering where you got it from. It’s getting cold and the winters here can be pretty bad.”

This would be my first winter without somewhere warm to stay. I don’t understand this boy. Rick kids are supposed to be selfish and stupid, but I guess you could say he’s stupid for giving a stranger 350 dollars out of nowhere after said person tried to steal from him. There’s no reason to pass up free money, either. Should I thank him? That felt weird, so I just stuffed the money in my pocket. “Can I go now?”

Minami nodded. “Sure, see you around, Bexley.”

The way he’d said that sounded like he knew I’d be coming back. For the next few days, I avoided that area, but for some reason, I went back, more than once and he was always there, waiting outside the door for me. He questioned me about the jacket, but I’d given the money to one of the other girls who needed it more than I did. I would survive the winter with what I had, or so I thought. Each day it got colder and today, it started to snow.

By the time I made it to the diner, my nose and fingers felt frozen. It’s been so cold that I feel dizzy sometimes. I almost didn’t come today, because I wanted to sleep in my make-shift bed. The snow made the sidewalks slick. Maybe he won’t be there today since it’s so cold out. I wouldn’t blame him. If I had a warm place to go, I would. But he was waiting outside for me like always, but a worried expression on his features.

Minami crouched down and took his glove off to feel my forehead. “Bexley, are you sick? Your face is flushed, and you’re burning up.” He brushed my hair out of my face, trying to figure out what was wrong with me.

My body felt heavy and the world tilted a little. Minami caught me as I fell forward, effortlessly lifting me up into his arms. “I don’t feel good,” I said, shivering and holding onto the fabric of his coat.

“Come on, I’ll call a doctor to come check you out. Let’s get you somewhere warm,” Minami said, hailing a cab while still holding me. He stroked my hair and spoke softly to me about his work that he’d been doing, boring meetings and such, until we reached the hotel he lived in. He asked a concierge to call a doctor before going up to his suite on the top floor. “Let’s get you a warm bath and then you can take a nap, okay?”

This feeling was familiar, like when my mom would let me take a bath once a month, since they were more expensive than a quick shower. Except my mom wouldn’t wash my hair for me or smile like Minami did. He genuinely wanted to help me, unlike mom, who thought of me as a burden. When he was satisfied that I was clean and warmed up, he slid one of his old t-shirts over me and carried me to a large bed. “Take a nap, okay? You’re safe here.”

Safe. That’s something I hadn’t felt in a long time. He sat with me until I fell asleep with my head on his lap. I still couldn’t understand why Minami felt the need to take care of me like he has been. He’s from a high-class family, who shouldn’t be associating with the lowest of humans, like myself. But for now, I thought, I’ll let him be kind to me, just until I’m feeling better. He’ll probably get tired of me soon, anyways.

#several shades of sadism #sss #minami kira #bexley kira #when the first met

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rhysanoodle · 6 years

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Winning Hand

Chaorian Smut (Pre-TOG)

Word count: 1574

Based on headcanons from the lovely @sncinder 😘

AO3

“Chaollll, come here,” Dorian slurred from his seat at the table, a glass of sparkling wine hanging from his hand and flashing him a roguish grin.

The party had been lavish, as all the ones Dorian was want to attend were. In the mansion of some haughty noble whose name Chaol had already forgotten, he’d watched Dorian dance the early hours of the morning away at the masquerade.

Chaol thought it was all quite distasteful. Even though it was standard protocol at these affairs, he still winced at all the illicit activities that had been happening in the curtained-off alcoves. He knew it was his night off duty, and he was here in disguise, but Clarisse and her girls had come out in full-force tonight. He was frankly quite disgusted at all the opium-induced women being forced to work like that. For gods’ sakes, the courtesans were even putting on shows and dancing on swings lowered from the ceiling.

At least Dorian hadn’t gravitated toward any of them in particular after the blonde beauty who’d ensnared him the moment he’d walked down the stairs and onto the dance floor. Chaol had seen the twinkle in Dorian’s eyes as the minx lured him in with a few smiles and a suggestive dance, and Dorian tried to inconspicuously make his way across the dance floor toward her. Everything had been going well, and perhaps the night would’ve been less tense, if a brooding, handsome male hadn’t interrupted them. Chaol had instantly been at Dorian’s side, in case the drunken altercation turned violent, but after some frustrated groans from the woman, she’d reluctantly followed her counterpart and left the party.

Chaol had retreated back to the shadows, watching Dorian pass from woman to woman, chugging drink after drink, but none of them held his interest for long.

After an hour, he dragged Chaol along to a small side room with some card tables and chaise lounges.

Dorian instantly pulled a handful of gold out of his coin purse and placed it on an open table, signaling that he wanted in. He’d tried to get Chaol to budge from his spot just inside the doorway, but Chaol wouldn’t be swayed by a frivolous card game.

Dorian lost round after round, his spending money for the night diminished as the giddy noblemen decided to make off with their profit at around four-thirty in the morning. They really should be heading back to the castle soon. The sun was almost up, and though Georgina generally turned a blind eye to Dorian’s wiles, the crown prince of Adarlan returning after the sun was up would certainly turn some unwanted heads in their direction.

And now, Dorian was eyeing him greedily and patting his...lap?

“Come play cards with me,” Dorian whined.

Chaol had never been much of one for cards, but perhaps if he let Dorian win a few rounds, his prince would be placated and ready to retire. He took a seat across the table from Dorian, and was instantly met with Dorian’s wine glass being shoved in front of him.

“Drink,” his friend insisted. “You’ve looked so stuffy all night. You never enjoy yourself at parties with me anymore.”

“I can’t. You know I still have to be alert to guard you,” Chaol retorted.

“Oh please. Ress and Brullo are definitely hovering somewhere nearby. It’ll be fiiiiine.” An insistent hand shoved the glass even closer to Chaol, almost knocking it over and onto his suit.

“Okay, you drunk bastard. One drink. Deal me in.”

Somehow one drink continued to get refilled from the bottle next to Dorian before Chaol could ever finish his glass. Dorian insisted that it still counted as only one drink, and Chaol had gotten too tired to contradict him at this point. His only hope was if Dorian tired himself out soon.

Try as he might, Chaol could not win a hand for the life of him. He’d intentionally wanted Dorian to win the first few to boost his spirits, but now he was starting to grow frustrated. Every time he would up the ante, Dorian would pull out full houses and flushes which would blow Chaol’s otherwise decent hand out of the water.

One time, as Dorian laid down a flush with a flourish placed on the two king cards on top, he winked at Chaol before haughtily saying, “I believe the wager was five sips of wine.” With nothing better, like money, to bet with at this point in the evening, Chaol had eagerly taken drinking over stripping. Cocky bastard.

Chaol couldn’t help but admit that Dorian’s charm was in full swing tonight, but he was squirming under the heated, lingering gazes his friend was subjecting him to every time he claimed that he was trying to gauge whether or not Chaol was bluffing.

After a particularly terrible hand, Chaol had thrown his cards on the floor and stormed off in a huff towards the chaise. Gods, the alcohol was really doing a number on him. His tolerance had gone to shit since he’d started attending parties in an official capacity.

Dorian just chuckled at the display and stalked over to Chaol, and before Chaol could process what was happening, Dorian had tackled Chaol onto the couch, pinning him beneath his muscular chest.

“Are you having fun tonight, my Captain?” Dorian slurred, staring Chaol intensely in the eyes.

Oh no. Chaol knew that look, had seen it countless times as Dorian chose his conquests each night.

Chaol tried half-heartedly to wriggle out from beneath Dorian, but failed miserably. Sure, Dorian was immensely attractive, but Chaol didn’t feel that way about him. He couldn’t allow himself to feel that way about Dorian.

Dorian leaned in, pausing a hair’s-breadth from Chaol’s mouth, waiting for any sign that Chaol truly didn’t want him. But Chaol was stunned and quite frankly wanted nothing more in this moment — even though he shouldn’t. Their breaths mingling, Dorian scanned his face one final time before lightly brushing his lips against Chaol’s, and oh gods, they tasted so sinfully delicious that Chaol’s body reacted before he could even process the actions, leaning up off the couch to deepen the kiss.

No. Dorian was his prince. This was violating every oath Chaol had taken. And Dorian couldn’t possibly want an outcast from Anielle for himself. He’d end up marrying a noble lady for an alliance, and needed to have heirs and…

Dorian’s tongue ran over Chaol’s lips, and Chaol opened to him fully, their tongues clashing in a passionate frenzy as Chaol reached up, running one hand through Dorian’s hair, the other moving to the small of his back, pressing them closer together.

Shit. Even if this were a one-time engagement, if anyone found out about the two of them being together, Chaol would surely be shipped right back home to Anielle and Dorian chastised severely, and he couldn’t stand the thought of being separated from his soul brother.

But...Dorian’s hair felt like silk in his hands, and the skin at the nape of his neck was so unbelievably soft, and the scent of his cologne was singing divinely in his nostrils, urging him forward. More, more, more.

Dorian let out a small moan as Chaol bit down on his lower lip before launching right back into the sensuous kiss.

“Funny, I only remember you strapping two daggers to your belt this evening,” Dorian murmured as he grabbed the bulge which was embarrassingly apparent in Chaol’s pants before Chaol had a chance to react to the comment.

Mother above. He let out a small groan as Dorian teased him from outside his pants before his fingers had deftly moved to his belt buckle. Slipping his hand into the waistband of Chaol’s undergarments, Dorian began insatiably fondling his balls, causing his already erect penis to harden further, his boxers now damp.

Deepening the kiss, Dorian moved his hand up the shaft, teasing the head with his thumb and slowly beginning to stroke up and down. He pick up his rhythm, moving incessantly on Chaol until his body tensed and waves of pleasure overcame him. Dorian held him through the thrall, his hand still teasing until Chaol had fully emptied himself.

As Dorian moved to remove Chaol’s pants entirely, Chaol grabbed Dorian’s wrist, returning the sticky hand back to the couch and shaking his head. Not tonight. They were both hammered, and he needed to make sure Dorian thought this through fully.

He’d have all of Dorian or none at all, except for this small teaser, but a relationship like this would have lasting consequences for the both of them if it broke badly.

Giving Dorian one last quick peck, he awkwardly shifted out from underneath him, searching for a cloth to dry himself off with as best he could. Then, he lifted his friend off the couch, supporting Dorian’s stumbling weight with his own.

They needed to return to the castle — the sun was threatening to rise.

He found the other guards, and the four of them ambled through the streets of Rifthold, Dorian’s arm slung over Chaol’s shoulder, singing bawdy tunes and throwing him wistful glances when the others weren’t looking.

Chaol couldn’t wait to get to his quarters to take a very cold bath before sending a messenger to meet with the owner of the estate and see if he couldn’t persuade them to part with that couch.

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milstrim · 4 years

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Mutant in the Mirror

Chapter 3: Reckless

Nervousness thrummed in Penny's chest, as rapid and loud as the crowd on the other side of the door. She clenched her jaw, wishing for the millionth time that she was back home in New York, that she'd made her way home. But wishing would do nothing. It wouldn't get her home, and it certainly wouldn't get her through the fight ahead.

With a lack of anything to do while she waited, Penny observed the room anxiously. It was glaringly bright, with a multitude of guards carrying guns the size of a mammoth. A few even had some alien powered ones, and she had to look away from the purple glow to keep herself even slightly calm. There were other chained mutants or enhanced or whatever in the room with her, the number of them overpowering the guards, yet no one dared to make a move against them. And neither did Penny.

Trying to distract herself, the teenager pondered on the different suits given. She, among many others, wore a mottled gray one-piece that clung to her skin obsessively in some places, bagging and wrinkling in others. It was thicker than her actual suit, with protective padding around her shoulders and chest, though much less comfortable. It was scratchy, bothering her sensitive skin. But that wasn't what interested her about the suits.

Among the twenty people waiting to fight, about six wore brightly colored suits, clearly tailored and made for them, if the way they fit snuggly was any indication. They also wore symbols on their shoulders and chests--in contrast to the number stitched onto her suit--like some sick imitation of the Avengers suits. She couldn't deny that it unnerved her. And the suits made her wonder how long these people had been here. Surely the customized suits were a privilege, maybe for being a good fighter or something.

By now, Penny had discerned at least a little of what was going on--superhearing was both a blessing and a curse--and had connected it to something similar to dog fights. Or like...underground boxing. She was trying to grunge up information from shows and movies she'd watched, and Mr. Rogers hadn't really told her much while they'd been sitting in their shared cell. To be fair, she hadn't really asked. So, she was currently kidnapped in what she thought was an underground mutant fighting ring. Overall, she was having a great time.

Distracted by her own pondering thoughts, Penny didn't notice as a number was called. She was forced to notice when her cuffs were tugged harshly, and the number was called again, this time angrily.

"103! Step forward!" the man closest to the door called, his face already red with anger from her daring to accidentally ignore her once. She'd found the people here were short-tempered, to say the least.

Penny did take a step forward, though not of her own volition. The guard that had loosely been holding the chain attached to her new and thick cuffs pulled harshly. Her senses spiked dully in response, and she kept herself upright easily even as she stumbled. Nervousness rattled her chest at the movement, and she swallowed thickly as she was pulled forward farther.

She guessed it was her turn.

Penny's head swiveled as she tried to find Steve from where he'd been waiting in the room with her. She made eye contact with him for a brief second, his blue eyes piercing and concerned, but she was pulled forward again and forced to turn.

That was fine. She'd be fine. She was a great fighter! She'd fought the Avengers, and the flying vulture guy, and she dealt with criminals everyday. Sure, they weren't superpowered, but it had to count for something, right? And she'd taken on Captain America and the Winter Soldier and the Falcon with no problem. Suddenly, Mr. Stark's words flooded her ears at the thought.

'If Cap had wanted to lay you out, he would have.'

Well, shit. She was not prepared for this. She was a good fighter; she was strong and quick. But she wouldn't be strong and quick enough for whatever awaited her on the other side of the door. It wasn't like she had a choice though, as was made apparent once again by the tug on her handcuffs. The small teenager forced in a gasping breath as the nondescript gray door was opened, revealing the crowd she'd been listening to all night.

The room was warmly lit, a red glow bathing everything as though she were looking through a ruby. The patrons in the room chattered, their words muddled and indistinct, but no less nerve-wracking. Mostly men made up the crowd, and it almost looked like a formal event thanks to the blazers and suit jackets paired with nice dress shoes. Though she guessed by the police officer still in their uniform, there was no formal attire.

More eye catching than the darkly lit room or the chattering patrons, was the cage that sat in the middle of the room. It was raised a few feet off of the ground on polished wood, both the wood and the metal chain links of the cage glinting in the light. The cage itself didn't really have bars, save for the four corners, and instead was made up of chain links that had about the same spacing of a soccer goal, the chain reaching all the way up to the ceiling in a tent-like fashion. On the same height as the cage was raised, were two catwalks leading towards the chained confine, narrow and without bars.

Penny gaped slightly at the scene in front of her, narrowing her eyes as she tried to make sense of the situation. There was honestly just a lot going on, all overwhelming and slightly terrifying. Well, a lot terrifying, but she was pretty good at pushing through. Still, this was all amazingly confusing.

The purpose of the catwalks became more clear when she caught sight of the figure on the opposite narrow. They studied her intensely as she stepped onto the platform. She guessed this was who she was fighting, and, looking the woman up and down, she couldn't say she was excited.

The woman was tall, with broad, muscular shoulders. She had an intimidating face, with high cheekbones and slanted eyes, and unlike many of the other prisoners she'd seen so far, this woman looked relatively well cared for. Sure, her face was thin and her eyes gaunt, but she was clean and kempt, and Penny guessed it had something to do with the burgundy suit she was wearing.

Penny swallowed. This woman obviously knew how to hold her own in a fight, and she could only be grateful for the fact that they weren't fights to the death. Well, she was pretty sure of that anyway. She didn't think it'd be sustainable business if it was...she wasn't going to like, die, right now, right? Right?

She wasn't allowed to think about it much more, as the man holding her chain began marching forward. The chattering below her ceased for a tense moment, but only a moment, before starting back up again with excitement. The noise was oppressive, surrounding her like a brick wall, clinging to her skin so hard it left bruises. But she kept walking, because what else could she do? The room was much too busy, with way too many guards to escape. Besides, if she left now, who would she be helping other than herself? Mr. Rogers had a plan, and she could help him and everyone else escape!

She just had to live through this fight first.

The cage door was opened, her cuffs removed, and she was shoved in, the metal clanging shut behind her resoundingly. The other woman stepped into the cage, Penny noted with much less force, and the door was locked behind them. The teenager immediately tensed into a defensive position, watching the woman warily. She gave her a wry smile.

"Please welcome back to the ring, The Bounder!" called a man over the crowd in excitement, gesturing to the woman in burgundy. There were several cheers and claps, along with wolf whistles that made Penny nervous. Then, gesturing to her, he announced, "And the newcomer, the Spinneret of New York, Spider-Woman!"

The calling of her own name was met with boos instead. Clearly she wasn't that popular. The wolf whistles were still there though, much to her great delight.

"Get ready for this cat fight, and pray you've placed your bet on the better woman!" the announcer said, and her face twitched in annoyance. The Bounder readied herself in anticipation, holding her fists out defensively and tensing her legs. Penny copied her hesitantly, glancing out at the crowd, "Three, two, one. FIGHT!"

Nobody moved at first. The Bounder was clearly waiting for her to make a move, beginning to circle around defensively. Penny took a step in a circle as well, biting her lip and trying not to stumble from the eyes all glued to her.

"Um, hi," she greeted, still circling but giving a little wave. No response, but it didn't stop Penny from still trying to make peace, "I don't really want to hurt you. If--"

A fist swung her way.

Penny dodged out of the way, sidestepping easily as a leg came towards her own, and repositioning herself. The Bounder drew her arms back at her unsuccessful attack, circling around once again. Well, if at first you don't succeed, try, try again.

"Anyway. As I was saying, I was more hoping that we wouldn't start hitting each other. It's generally what you don't want to do for women supporting other wo--" She barreled forward, and this time Penny had to jump out of the way, bounding over her head and landing nimbly on the opposite side of where she'd just been, landing in a spread out crouch, "Okay, never mind. I don't think talking's really your thing."

The Bounder ran at her again, her eyes alight with fury and a desperate kind of hunger that sent a shiver down her spine, or maybe it was her sixth sense. Either way, Penny was reduced to leaping around. Jump after jump after jump. The Bounder wasn't exceedingly fast, and Penny moved too quickly for the woman to really come close, until she did.

Growing too comfortable with how little fighting was being done in this fight, Penny didn't notice the Bounder's fake-pass, letting out a cry of pain as a fist met her nose. Immediately her eyes watered, but she managed to catch herself as she was flung backwards with the force, grasping onto the chains of the cage and resisting the urge to rub at her nose or stare at the red that was surely now dripping down her chin. The woman in front of her was much more interesting anyway.

The woman in the burgundy suit's skin was no longer rich and dark, but instead shiny and glinting silver, as though she were now made out of metal. Which...was she? She must be, or else that punch wouldn't have hurt so much, and ever since her powers it'd been a lot harder to get a bloody nose out of her.

Well, now she knew the Bounder's powers, and she supposed it could be worse.

Glancing at her blood on the ground, the teenager's gaze grew resolute, a grim acceptance swimming in her eyes. There was no way to avoid a fight, at least not now. She was going to have to go on the offensive if she wanted to get through any of this, and especially a woman who could turn her whole body to steel.

Swiftly, Penny leaped off of the chain wall she'd been clinging to, aiming a kick at the Bounder's face. The woman ducked, but she wasn't quick enough, and still got nicked on the forehead. Due to her still-metal-state, she didn't stumble as much as a normal person might have, instead just grunting and stepping back. There was a resounding clang! from her boot against their iron head.

Penny grasped onto the other chain wall, twisting around and attacking again, this time ducking towards the legs with as much force as she could possibly muster for how tired she was. The Bouncer didn't turn fast enough to avoid her all together at Penny's attempt to unbalance her, but the woman wasn't all out of moves.

As Penny hit her legs, expecting the same strength and durability as she had hit earlier, but instead her opponent's legs wobbled, quavering as they completely absorbed the blow. Shocked, Penny glanced up at the woman, gaping at her now pinkish-red skin. The woman smiled.

"Try again."

Her face turned gold, and a solid metal leg kicked her in the stomach.

Penny gasped out as the blow propelled her a few feet forward. Flying with the motion, she managed to turn it into a messy tumble and spring back onto her feet just in time to move out of the way of the Bounder's next attack. The golden woman's fist missed her by a hair.

Spider-Woman twisted on her feet, her stickiness keeping her slipping, and, quick as a whip, she leaped at the Bounder. The woman barely had a moment to tense into a different material, her skin half-way between pinkish red and a deep bronze as her thighs wrapped around her opponent's neck. The woman was flung to the ground, and, dizzy, it was all Penny could do to make the Bounder land before she did.

The few seconds she'd bided herself were fruitless. She jumped up, intending to leap back onto the ceiling, but a grasp of fingers clasped around her ankle, biting into her skin and she was pulled out of the air. She slammed onto the ground, grunting as a puff of air left her chest, but she wasn't allowed to rest on the concrete.

She was slammed into the other wall, her body connecting with chains, but she managed to loop a few fingers into the chains. Her strength was leaving her, however, and she was unable to escape the Bounder. Punch after punch after punch rained down on her face, metal against hot bloody skin. She could faintly hear cheers from around her, shouts of joy for her opponent.

Penny felt her nose crack! and she tensed. Her heart raced, fear flowed through her veins in a way that made her feel cold, and on instinct, she pulled up her legs and kicked as hard as she could.

The woman's body flew, and when she hit the ground, she didn't get back up.

Penny gasped in heavy breaths, the blood dripping from her nose and the cut on her cheek was salty as it trickled into her mouth. She sniffled, wiping away what felt like lava on her skin and straightened up, letting go of the heavy chains she'd been clinging to. All at once, she became aware.

The crowd was roaring, crazed and confused. She heard swears, from lost bets no doubt, surprised gawks and cries making themselves heard by their sheer intensity. Wolf whistles cut through the air in a way that made her flinch, the only movement she could achieve now that all eyes were on her, and she was left frozen in terror.

Over the howl of the crowd, came the same voice from earlier, announcing, "Let's welcome our new winner, the Spinneret! Beginner's luck, or a possible new crowd favorite? You'll decide on your bets tomorrow night!"

Tomorrow night.

The haggard teenager glanced at the unconscious woman and then back at the crowd. She needed to get out of here. She wanted to be at home, anywhere-- anywhere-- but here. But guards were already coming to collect their beaten quarry, and she knew there was no escape. Not now, and not without everyone else.

With one last decisive look at the knocked out woman, Penny dropped down from the top of the cage, flipping with a dramatic flair. They wanted a performance, they'd get a performance. She got the feeling that favorites got preferential treatment, and her flip excited more gasps and cheers from the crowd. It was all she could do to keep from flinching at their howling, and all she could do to swallow down sick when metal clamped back around her wrists.

----

Penny Parker was a curious person.

There were a number of reasons that had led Steve to this very obvious conclusion. The first, and most glaring, being that she was Spider-Woman. Now, Steve had seen so many strange things in his life that, for the most part, it didn't affect him that a fifteen year-old was a spider themed vigilante. The fifteen year-old part definitely still upset him, but after seeing her fight in Germany, and after seeing her be kidnapped and not only survive but win her first fight, he had managed to get over it. At least for now.

After first meeting the girl, Steve didn't quite get why Tony, out of the plenty of vigilantes and enhanceds in New York alone, had chosen her, but now he kind've got it. Despite having been practically pummeled for others' entertainment, she was calm and focused. Tired and shaken for sure, but calm nonetheless.

Once the super soldier had finished his own fight, a rather quick brawl with a failed replica of his own serum, he'd been dumped back into his and the kid's little closet they called home. The teenager had been gifted a thin peanut butter sandwich for her earlier efforts, and he guessed by the trails of blood dried to her face, that it had been a tough one.

The door had slammed shut behind him, and the girl had finally spoken up, "Hey, Mr. Rogers. How was your day?"

The childishness of the question had dragged a smile to his lips and a light from his eyes, "Pretty good. I got my workout in and everything."

"Same! But I could've taken a lazy day if I'm being honest."

"You and me both, kid."

She'd offered half of her sandwich, and he'd only managed to fend off her pestering by agreeing to a bite and leaving the rest of the meager meal to the starved teenager. That had been about a week ago now, and Steve had never been more ready for a mission to end. Yet, slow and steady wins the race, or in this case, saves the most lives. Though he wasn't quite sure if Penny was going to make it for another two weeks.

Not only did all the guards despise her by now, but so did a lot of the other inmates. She was too forward for both of their likings, and it was all Steve could do to keep her from talking whenever they were around other people, and believe him, it was a struggle. Despite her small frame and lingering strength, the teenager was as strong and bright as when he'd met her in Germany, and he just couldn't understand how Tony could've ever gotten into a fight with the small bundle of joy that had recently taken to dozing off on his shoulder.

And then he did.

He should've been paying more attention, but he couldn't deny that the lack of nutrition had been wearing him down, so he'd taken to dozing while waiting to be led to his fight. He usually had multiple a night, and needed any extra energy he could gain. He wished he'd trusted Tony's judgement more, because when he finally saw how brash Penny could be, he would've preferred to be prepared.

An angry scream jostled him awake, and before he could even begin to regain his bearings, yells and screams were already resounding around the walls. He was on his feet in an instant, taking in the boisterous crowd chanting excitedly in front of him. And no Penny to be found.

After being here for a week, they'd relaxed on the chains, allowing them to be like the rest of the people in the room. Tired, lost, and unwilling to fight back. At least, that was how they perceived Steve at the moment, and Penny too, who often stuck to his side like glue. So waking up, confused and jostled, with Penny nowhere in sight, it was frightening beyond words.

"BREAK IT UP!! OUT OF THE WAY!!" screamed a guard, attempting to muscle his way through the crowd, and keeping his head low be damned, Steve followed suit. He had a gut wrenching feeling about this.

The throng of bodies were hot and frantic, a wall of energy that felt like swimming through lava, almost impossible to break through. Almost.

Tall and wide-shouldered, Steve managed to make his way through the crowd, eyes widening as he caught sight of what was the source of the upheaval. Despite not having fought yet, Penny already had a bloody nose, and her eyes were furious in a way he hadn't seen on the girl, she was practically snarling. A glance at a woman sprawled on the ground behind her, scrambling to get up and away told him why.

The man across from the teenager, though more armored and obviously much healthier than the kidnapped girl in front of him, was looking much worse for wear. Then again, that was generally what happened when someone ended up in a fight with someone that could lift a bus without breaking a sweat.

The guard's face was turning red with rage, beginning to match with the bright scarlet dripping down his temple. The two circled around each other like they were in the ring, but this wasn't the ring, because this person had a weapon. This person looked ready to kill. This person could kill the girl in front of him and get away with it as though nothing had happened. And he wasn't going to let that happen.

Continuing to push his way forward, the super soldier watched in horror as the guard drew his cattle prod. And Penny had nowhere to escape to, not with the crowd closing in, not with the guards outside the ring drawing guns. As quick as he could, he rushed through the last of the crowd and grabbed Penny. Looking back on it, he shouldn't have done it. If he hadn't been there, maybe she would've been quick enough to move, prepared instead of surprised. As it was, they couldn't avoid the agony.

Just as his hand connected with her arm, so did the cattle prod, and that's when he realized this wasn't some normal cattle prod. He'd expected a strong jolt to hit Penny, for her to be in pain if it touched her, her screams accompanied with the sound of a buzzing vibration. What he didn't expect was for him to be affected too, and just how much it would hurt.

The pain was scorching, despite the fact that the cattle prod hadn't even touched him and was instead latched onto Penny's collar. The cattle prod itself created a screeching noise that blurred with Penny's shrieks of pain and his own gagged grunts. He wasn't sure how long the cattle prod was held to the kid's neck, but when it was finally removed, it was all Steve could do to not fall over.

His knees wobbled, but he stood steady, managing to catch the teenager as she collapsed into his arms with a sob of pain.

"Freak," the guard spat, and as the hysteria died down the crowd dispersed, allowing the rest of the guards to run to their friend's side and glower at the superheroes with haughty and disgusted expressions.

Penny managed to get back to her feet, and despite her shakiness, raised her chin defiantly. Steve just wished she'd sit down.

"Get back to your corner, and stay there until it's your turn," an older guard ordered, a threat clear in his voice, "We'll deal with you later."

Steve began to lead Penny back to their corner, thinking of everything he would say to scold her; about fighting, about leaving his side, about being so unbelievably reckless--

"102! 102 in the ring! Now!"

He let out a distressed sigh, but reluctantly let go of Penny's shoulder. She looked up at him with wide eyes, a plea, but he was already gone, reluctantly leaving the shaking girl behind.

---

When Steve saw Penny again later that night, after all the patrons had left, her face was so bloody and bruised he barely recognized her.

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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (81/?)

Disclaimer: This story features characters and concepts based on Dragon Ball, which is a trademark of Bird Studio/Shueisha and Toei Animation. This is an unauthorized work, and no profit is being made on this work by me. This story is copyright of me. Download if you like, but please don’t archive it without my permission. Don’t be shy.

Continuity Note: About 1000 years before the events of Dragon Ball Z.

Previous chapters conveniently available here.

[7 May 234 Before Age. Planet Saiya.]

Zatte sat on a chair that was basically a boulder that had been hewn into the vague shape of a chair. She suspected that this was a typical example of Saiyan craftsmanship. Even the weakest Saiyans had incredible strength, enough to chisel stone with their bare hands, albeit without much regard to aesthetics. The rest of the furniture in Arracash's home looked the same, aside from some appliances and tools she had clearly obtained from alien manufacturers.

Arracash herself was pacing around in a tight circle in the middle of her living room. Luffa stood by the wall and watched her. It was eerie how similar the two of them looked. Arracash was the same height and build, with the same short shocks of black hair on her scalp. The only real differences between them were a few slivers of grey in Arracash's hair, and their skin color. Luffa was a dark beige, while Arracash had a pale pink complexion.

Of course, their clothes were also different. Luffa wore her customary black sleeveless shirt and baggy yellow pants. Arracash was dressed much more provocatively, wearing what could almost be described as an armored bathing suit with high-heeled, over-the-knee boots. The fabric of all of these items was lavender, and the armor plating on her chest and torso was dull grey.

"Let me get this straight," Arracash said. "I'm your grandmother."

"Apparently," Luffa said.

"Orij had a brat of his own, huh?" Arracash said, mostly to herself.

"That's me," Luffa said.

"What's my son been up to these days?"

"He's dead," Luffa said.

"Good. How did he die?"

"I killed him," Luffa said.

"Betting he deserved it," Arracash said.

"Absolutely," Luffa said.

"And you're this ‘Super Saiyan’ everyone's been pissing and moaning about."

"That's right," Luffa said.

"Then you're not an alien with glowing yellow hair," Arracash said. "You're at least half-Saiyan if you're really Orij's brat."

"Full-blooded, for your information," Luffa said testily.

"Okay, okay," Arracash said. "Didn't mean to imply anything. I'm sure your mother's a fine warrior."

"She's dead too," Luffa said. "Orij killed her."

"Right," Arracash said. "Any brothers or sisters I should know about?"

"No."

Arracash pointed to Zatte. "Who's she?"

"My wife."

"You're gay?"

"I'm bisexual."

Arracash suddenly looked at Zatte, which startled her.

"Blue skin, red hair, green eyes... Where's she from?" Arracash asked.

"I can't tell you," Luffa said.

"Is she checking me out?" Arracash.

Luffa shrugged. "Why shouldn't she? You're an attractive lady for your age."

Zatte spoke up, mostly to change the subject. "Look, I'll just come out and say it. You two look exactly alike."

"Yeah, so?" Arracash said.

"A lot of Saiyans resemble one another," Luffa said. "Even Saiyans that aren't related."

"There's another one in the next town," Arracash said, waving her arm towards the northeast. "Looks just like us. Runs a general store. She's kind of a jerk."

"There you go," Luffa said.

"But... but the records we found said Arracash is seventy-five years old!" Zatte protested.

"Yeah," Luffa said. "Saiyans stay in their prime for a long time, Zatte. She probably won't really start to age until she hits eighty or so."

"Lucky you," Arracash said to Zatte. She gestured to herself and added: "Like looking into the future, huh?"

Zatte swallowed hard.

"You couldn't find a Saiyan to marry?" Arracash asked Luffa.

"I did, but he's dead, too." Luffa pointed at Zatte. "She killed him."

Arracash looked genuinely impressed. "Then what brings you two here?"

Luffa rolled her eyes. "It's my first time on Planet Saiya, and she thought I should look up any relatives I had here. You were the only one we could find."

"Hmmph! Well isn't that cute? Am I supposed to tear up and hug you two now?"

"Hah!" Luffa scoffed. "Don't worry about me, old timer. I just thought I'd take a look at you before you keeled over."

"Well, I suppose I might as well let you two spend the night here," Arracash grumbled. "At least with you being married, I only need to set up one bed."

She looked back at Zatte. "You do use beds, don't you? You don't hang from the ceiling by your toenails or anything weird like that?"

"N-no," Zatte said. "Really, it isn't necessary, ma'am. We're staying on our ship, so--"

Arracash turned her head and spat on the floor. "Hell no. You'll stay here. Least I can do to thank you for killing my son for me." She looked at Luffa. "Unless this place isn't fancy enough for a Super Saiyan and her delicate alien friend."

"It'll do," Luffa said. "Unless you expect us to cook dinner. If that's the case, we might as well sleep on the street!"

"What do you take me for?" Arracash muttered. "Of course I'll cook. But you're damned fools if you think I'm peeling vegetables for three people all by myself!"

"Quit whining!" Luffa said. "We'll help you, if it's so blasted important."

Arracash made a loud harrumph and headed for the other room to prepare a bed, and Zatte leaped out of the chair to rush to Luffa's side. Only she still wasn't used to the higher gravity of Planet Saiya, and so she nearly ran into her. Luffa had to catch her before she fell down.

"Let's get out of here," Zatte whispered.

"This was your idea, remember?" Luffa said. "What's wrong?"

"Isn't it obvious? I think she hates me," Zatte said.

"She doesn't hate you," Luffa said. "Probably. I think you just give her the creeps."

"I creep her out?" Zatte hissed. "She looks like a copy of you, and she hasn't aged in over fifty years!"

"Well how do Dorluns age?" Luffa asked.

"Our hair turns pink and... Oh, what difference does it make?"

Neither of them noticed Arracash returning to the living room.

"Are you two doing it?!" she shouted.

"No!" Luffa shouted back.

Arracash averted her eyes. "At least wait until I've put linens on the bed! You can play you alien love games there!"

"She tripped and I caught her!" Luffa insisted. "We're not even undressed!"

"Tell her not to get her spores on my good rug!" Arracash cried. "The linens are fine! I can burn those. But the rug's a keepsake!"

"Spores?" Zatte asked.

"Spores, pollen, whatever it is you use," Arracash said.

Luffa was about to speak up, when a shrill chime sounded from her pants. She reached into her pocket and took out her portable communicator, which was tied into the subspace radio on her ship.

"It's from Rehval," she said as she read a transcript of his message. "Wants me back at the palace."

"Fine," Zatte said. "Let's go."

"King Rehval?" Arracash gasped. "What have you done?"

"I broke his dinner table and read his mind," Luffa said absently.

"I knew it!" Arracash said. "You're as rotten as Orij! Vandalizing His Majesty's palace, cavorting around with alien women, shaking down your own grandmother for free food!"

"Let's gooooo," Zatte pleaded under her breath.

Luffa adjusted her grip on Zatte to carry her for the flight back to the palace. Then she paused, and her lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"Nah, I think you should stay here," Luffa said.

"What?" Zatte asked.

"Rehval only called for me," Luffa said. "You should stay put and keep Arracash company."

"But--!"

"You can help her fix dinner," Luffa said, "and it'll be good training for you to spend some time working under the higher gravity."

"But I--! You--!"

Luffa released her gently and turned to leave. "This shouldn't take long. Try not to fall for her while I'm gone. I know she's your type, but try to be strong for our marriage."

Zatte wanted to grab Luffa's tail and pull her back, but she was out the door and airborne before she could move. Then she looked at Arracash, who was tapping her toe on the floor impatiently.

"Your kind does know how to work a peeler, right?" Arracash demanded. "I mean, you aren't a savage, I hope."

Zatte sighed and resigned herself to her fate.

*******

There was an expansive balcony on one of the upper levels of the citadel. Luffa found Rehval there, along with a small gathering of visiting dignitaries and aides. Rehval's Saiyan entourage tensed up when they saw her, but she ignored them completely, and walked towards Rehval, fully prepared to shove aside anyone who got in her way.

"Let her pass," Rehval said, instantly defusing the situation. "I summoned her."

The guards stepped aside, and gave Rehval some room to speak with his guest. As Luffa approached him, he started walking as well, and fell alongside her.

"Thank you for coming so quickly, Luffa," he said.

"I'm not your lapdog, Rehval," Luffa said. "Let's get that clear right up front. The next time you 'summon' me, I might not show up at all."

"I understand perfectly," Rehval said. "You're a guest on Planet Saiya, free to do as you please. I hope I didn't interrupt anything."

"Nothing worth discussing," Luffa said. "Your message said it was about that Saiyan-killer you told me about before."

"I'm afraid so," he said in a low voice. He had already led her away from the others and they had nearly left the balcony altogether, but he still seemed concerned about being overheard. "He's claimed a new victim."

"What planet was it this time?" Luffa asked.

Rehval sighed and shook his head. "It would be better if I showed you. Besides, I'd rather discuss this somewhere more private."

"What's the matter, Rehval?" Luffa asked. "Worried about what your subjects might think of you putting up with my sass?"

He smiled in spite of his grave mood. "I wish that were all," he said. "I like your sass, Luffa. It's comforting in a way."

"Oh yeah?" Luffa asked.

"It gets lonely at the top," he admitted. They reached an elevator and he pressed the button to summon the car. "Even other kings and heads of state make poor company, since I'm so much stronger than them physically. It's refreshing to meet someone who feels completely free to speak her mind around me."

"We could just fly down," Luffa said. Just as she was growing impatient, the door opened and he gestured to the empty car.

"We could," he said. "And we could smash through the walls between ourselves and where we're going. But I enjoy elevators, and you don't know where we're going, so for once I have the advantage of you."

"I could always read your mind again," Luffa said as she stepped inside the car.

"Ah. I already forgot you can do that," Rehval said. He clicked his tongue as he entered the car and pressed the button for their floor. "Well, thank you for letting me at least pretend to have a momentary advantage."

Luffa snorted in amusement.

"Is it ever like that for you?" he asked.

"Like what?" Luffa asked.

"Lonely," he said. "As powerful as you are, I'd think it'd be worse for you than it is for me."

"I manage," Luffa said. "My wife thinks I'm some kind of holy crusader, but she still makes me pick up after myself. My friends are all so much weaker than I am that they probably don't see me any differently from a normal Saiyan. If I was going to hurt them, I would have already done it."

"Hmmm, but you can't really fight with any of them, can you?"

"Zatte and I spar," Luffa said. "But yeah, it's not exactly satisfying."

"There was the Shockmaster, but he's gone now," Rehval said. "A shame Chanisp is long dead. Maybe he could have given you a good fight."

"I like to think so," Luffa said. "He was a Super Saiyan, too."

"Really?" Rehval said.

"I'm pretty sure Old Darbock was, too."

"It sounds tragic," Rehval said. "A thousand years from now, there may be another Super Saiyan, longing for someone like you to challenge them."

"That guy'll just have to make due," Luffa said. "Same as me."

"Well, I'm no Chanisp," Rehval said, but I was hoping you and I might go a round."

"You?" Luffa asked.

"I probably wouldn't be any more of a challenge than your wife, but I was the strongest Saiyan on this planet," he said, "until you showed up."

Luffa considered it briefly. "You're on," she said. "Just make sure you don't hold back. It'll be more fun if you're fighting like you want to kill me."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he said.

"So why do you like elevators so much?" Luffa asked.

He opened his mouth to answer, but then the car abruptly slowed its descent and came to a stop. There was a pleasant ding as the doors slid open, and Rehval held out his hand to invite her to go first.

"I'll tell you later," he said.

The floor they had arrived on was set aside for office space. Luffa had begun to question the stories her mother had told her of life on Planet Saiya, but at least some of it was true after all. The Saiyan Kingdom relied on a bureaucracy as much any other, and without any suitable clerical staff among their own people, the regime had brought in aliens to handle all the paperwork. None of them were actually present in the hallways or cubicles at the moment, but Luffa could see photographs of various staffers on organization charts, and these depicted at least half a dozen alien species.

"Where is everybody?" Luffa asked.

"I ordered this floor to be sealed off," Rehval said. "At least until the investigation could be completed."

"What investigation?" Luffa asked. "What does any of this have to do with that Saiyan-hunter anyw--?"

While she was speaking, Rehval had led her into an office containing a dead body. She recognized the corpse as Gnurlian, although his skin was unusually green for their complexion. He was slumped over his desk, as if he had simply died while he was working.

"The latest victim was here," Rehval said. "On Planet Saiya."

Luffa approached the body carefully and took a closer look. "How do you know this isn't a completely unrelated murder?" she asked. "For that matter, how can you be sure he was murdered? I don't see any sign of injuries."

"A sensor scan detected an unknown toxin in his bloodstream," Rehval said. "It matches similar scans of the other victims. As for how it was administered, I can't say."

"Blast it, Rehval!" Luffa growled. "What do you expect me to do about this?"

"I need your help to find the killer," Rehval said. "He's here, on Saiya. If the people find out, it could cause a panic."

"Do I look like a detective?" Luffa shouted. "You seem to be a lot further along on this than I am. Bring in a professional investigator and have him figure this out."

"I already hired a detective," Rehval said.

"Well, where the hell is he?" Luffa demanded.

"You're looking at him," Rehval said, pointing at the body. "Twenty years of experience with homicides, specializing in mass murders and serial killers. Highly recommended. Apparently our enemy felt he was too much of a threat, so he eliminated him."

"He's... toying with us," Luffa said. She balled up her fist and raised it in front of her chest. "He thinks we're helpless without this guy."

"I don't dare send for any other detectives," Rehval said. "They'll just be picked off as soon as they arrive."

"Fine, I get it," Luffa said. "But I still don't see how I can help catch this guy. If he made it into this room without anyone noticing--!"

"I know you can do it, Luffa," Rehval said.

"Hah! And why's that? Oh, I can beat this creep to a pulp whenever we do find him, but none of my powers will help with that. What makes you think I'm cut out for a job like this?"

“Because I grew up with the stories of Chanisp just as you did,” he said He was strong, yes, but he also never gave up, and that was what made him great. That's what I need now."

She was taken aback by his words, and then he impulsively took her hands in his own.

"If you're truly the heir to Chanisp's power, then this killer doesn't stand a chance against you, Luffa. I'm sure of it."

"You... you think so?" Luffa said. She looked back at the dead Gnurlian and pressed her lips together with newfound resolve. "All right," she said. "Where do we start?"

*******

“What’s the matter with you?!” Arracash yelled.

“What is it now?” Zatte asked.

“You’re peeling them all wrong!”

Zatte sighed. The last half hour had been reasonably peaceful, once Arracash stopped barking orders and allowed Zatte to settle down and concentrate on peeling vegetables by herself. She hadn’t counted on Arracash checking her work.

Arracash reached for a pile of peelings Zatte had left on the kitchen counter. She held one up and pointed at the thin layer of flesh on the interior surface. “Look at all this!” she screeched. “This is perfectly good food, and you’re wasting it. Who taught you how to peel, anyway?”

“Why are we peeling these anyway?” Zatte demanded. “The best nutrients are in the skins. If you’re so worried about waste, you shouldn’t be throwing any of that away in the first place!”

“Um, it’s a little thing called compost,” Arracash growled. “I suppose you wouldn’t know about that from your years gallivanting around in a space yacht!”

Arracash launched into an extensive lecture on the importance of fertilizer, but Zatte found she couldn’t pay attention, even if she had wanted to. There were just too many things going wrong here all at once.

First and foremost, she still wasn’t used to the idea of Luffa’s grandmother being so damned sexy. If she looked a little more like an elderly person, she would have found the heeled boots and armored leotard endearing, maybe even reassuring in a way. If she wasn’t Luffa’s grandmother, it wouldn’t be an issue. As it was, Zatte felt guilty and awkward just looking at her. But if she looked away, Arracash thought she was ignoring her, so that wasn’t a solution.

Beyond this, the whole visit served to remind Zatte just how alien the Saiyans truly were. Luffa was an outsider to her own people, but nothing about this planet seemed to surprise her. Luffa resented Saiya, but more in the way a person might resent their hometown. For Zatte, it was a bizarre madhouse. It never seemed to occur to Arracash that Zatte wasn’t used to the gravity, and this was probably interfering with her ability to handle the peeler.

She had never really thought about growing old with Luffa, perhaps because on some level she expected them to die in some horrible battle. The Tikosi had nearly killed them years ago, so in a sense it was like everything they had done since then was on borrowed time. Luffa probably hadn’t considered growing old with Zatte, because apparently Saiyans didn’t grow old, at least not for a very long time. The whole idea suddenly loomed large in Zatte’s mind. Even now, they spent half their marriage arguing over pointless little things. What if Zatte’s aging tipped the scales? Luffa never seemed to care about such things, but maybe that was because it just hadn’t come up. Hair growth was deeply unsettling to Luffa, so surely ageing would be as well...

And she wasn’t sure what Luffa would do now that she had made peace with King Rehval. They had come to this planet for answers, and gotten them. The search for Luffa’s grandparents had been a quick diversion, but Luffa didn’t seem too interested in it, and now that they had found Arracash, what would they do next?

But underneath all of these issues, Zatte had to admit that she was frustrated that Planet Saiya hadn’t lived up to her hopes. Her own people, the Dorluns, were lost to her. One day she might find one of their communities and reconnect with them, but until that time she would be alone. She had hoped that Luffa’s home planet might help to ease that sense of isolation, not just for Luffa, but for herself. Instead, Planet Saiya only seemed to reinforce their isolation.

She didn’t know what to do. She was alive and safe, and by Dorlun standards that was enough, but it wasn’t enough for her. It was frustrating, and listening to this crazy, old, stupid, sexy woman babbling about compost wasn’t helping. It wasn’t helping at all!

“Why do her hands tremble, anyway?” Arracash asked.

“What?” Zatte said, as though snapping out of a trance.

“Luffa’s hands,” Arracash said. She held up her own hands and wiggled them slightly to illustrate. Then she crossed her arms, tucking her hands under her shoulders. “She kept trying to hide it, but I could tell. When you’ve been around as long as I have, you learn to pick up on any weaknesses you can find.”

Zatte sighed. “She... well, it’s a long story, and she doesn’t like to talk about it. Maybe I shouldn’t say.”

“She’s not sick or anything, is she?” Arracash asked.

“No,” Zatte said. “It’s just... she lost a terrible battle and was captured. She was pregnant and they...”

Arracash held up her hand to stop her. “I think I get the picture. She made those bastards pay for it, I hope.”

“Yes,” Zatte said. “Look, please don’t tell her I told you. She’s been recovering from it for years, and she’s still very sensitive about it.”

“Yeah, I know how it goes,” Arracash said. “I was just worried.”

“Why?” Zatte asked. “You hardly know her.”

“She’s still my granddaughter,” Arracash said. “My son was a rat bastard, but she seems okay. I guess you’d know more about that than I would.”

“She’s wonderful,” Zatte said firmly. “She’s saved billions of people all over the galaxy, fighting battles I can’t even describe.”

“How about that?” Arracash said. “It’s funny. I didn’t think I had any family left. Figured Orij would cross the wrong person one of these days, and I guess I was right. You get to be my age, you start to worry about the life you lived, and whether any of it mattered. Kind of nice to hear I’ve got a legacy.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

Zatte held out her hands. “Why are you telling me this? Before, you acted like you didn’t even care about Luffa.”

“Hmmph. I didn’t want to get all mushy in front of her, that’s all,” Arracash said. “Just because she’s a Super Saiyan doesn’t mean I’m going to start blubbering like a baby.”

She patted Zatte on the cheek. “But you, you’re an alien. Mushy or not, it’s all the same to you. And you seem pretty loyal to her. Just don’t put a bunch of parasites in her brain, okay?”

“Parasites?” Zatte asked.

“Well, whatever alien stuff you do,” Arracash said. “Just keep taking good care of her for me, will you? In case I don’t get to see her again.”

“I... yeah, sure,” Zatte groaned.

“And, uh, thanks for looking me up and bringing her down here,” Arracash added. “It really means a lot to--”

At that moment, they both sensed Luffa’s ki approaching the house, and they realized she had returned.

“I’m back,” she called out as she entered the house. “Took longer than I thought it would. Something’s come up, but we can talk about it after we eat--”

She entered the kitchen and gasped with horror. “Where’s dinner?” she asked.

Arracash grabbed a ladle and brandished it at her. “We were waiting for you to get back here and help us make it!” she growled. “Or did you think the two of us would do it all for you while you ran around all afternoon?”

Luffa made an indignant snort. “I was just giving you a head start!” she said. “If I’d known it’d take this long, I would have just done it myself!”

“Then why don’t you?!” Arracash roared. “Acting like you’re better than everyone else...”

“I might as well!” Luffa shouted. “I cooked for that no-count son of yours enough times! Now I see where he got his work ethic!”

“I peeled some vegetables,” Zatte said, holding one of them up to show her.

“Thanks,” Luffa said. “At least I can count on someone around here. Save the peelings. We’ll use ‘em for hash.”

“Hash?!” Arracash cried.

“Damn straight,” Luffa said. “What, have you got a better idea?”

Arracash did, and as she began to deliver the same lecture to Luffa that she had given to Zatte, the Dorlun picked up another vegetable and started peeling it with a smile.

******

It wasn’t too difficult to get around on Planet Saiya. She killed the Gnurlian and made it back to her hideout without any trouble at all. The Saiyans relied too much on their ki senses. They viewed the universe in terms of power levels and brute force, and the potency of one’s life energy. She had sidestepped all of those principles, and so they had no idea how to begin searching for her.

It was a paradise, this planet of Saiyans. She felt like a scavenger surrounded by fresh carrion, or a wolf in a livestock pen. Killing them filled her with such joy, and here she was on a world filled with thousands of potential targets, and none of them could stop her.

She missed the entertainment system on Yarrow’s ship, so she had gone to the trouble of sneaking aboard another ship docked at one of the spaceports. It had a similar recreational program, and the ship’s owners wouldn’t be back for a while, so she amused herself watching video clips on the subspace radio.

Her favorite was a compilation of various footage recorded of Luffa. Most of it was amateurish footage obtained by eyewitnesses to her various battles. Each clip was only a few seconds apiece, but with some creative editing, it was all spliced together in such a way that it resembled a decent little three minute video. She would watch it over and over again.

She admired Luffa. For a Saiyan-hunter, Luffa was the ultimate challenge, obviously, but it was more than that. On some level, she hoped that Luffa might appreciate what she was doing. Saiyans excelled at killing one another, after all, so it seemed to her that Luffa might admire someone like her, albeit begrudgingly.

And she was fun to watch. Ki was highly overrated, in her opinion, but at least Luffa made good use of it. She was always glowing or shooting fireballs or lasers from her hands. It was loud and garish, but it looked cool. Not that it would save her.

As she watched the video a twelfth time, she felt the urge to kill again, and decided that she would find someone at the spaceport to save time. Then she would head back to the citadel, or perhaps a different spaceport, and do it all over again. The key was to keep moving. As long as she didn’t spend too much time in one place, they would never be able to find her. Not even Luffa would find her, which made her feel very powerful. She couldn't destroy planets or level mountains, but she could end the lives of those who could do those kinds of things, and that was arguably more impressive.

One day she would meet Luffa face to face, and she would either bask in Luffa’s admiration or kill her. Or both! Perhaps it would be both. But that would have to wait. For now, she just needed to kill a Saiyan. Any Saiyan would do.

But before that, she decided she would re-watch her video just one more time...

NEXT: Apex Predator

#dragon ball #fanfiction #lssjluffafic #super saiyan #luffa #zatte #arracash #rehval #pozet #planet saiya #nanwum #is over #ya ta

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Annon-Guy: Except for Raine (who's a lead-head), do you think the other 11 Symphonia characters (including Kratos and Richter) are good at swimming? What sort of swimming styles would they have underwater? There's so many.

I feel like basically everyone but Raine can swim. Raine is the only character who shows a fear of water. While this doesn’t necessarily mean lack of fear of water means the characters can swim, I feel like most of them can. Iselia isn’t as coastal as, say, Palmacosta, Sybak, or Altamira, but it’s near enough to the coastline that I feel like Colette, Genis, and Lloyd could have gone to the beach pretty often. Often enough to have learned to swim a bit.Raine’s fear of water comes from the fact that when she was young and traveling with her parents, she fell off the ship they were traveling on and nearly drowned. So it makes sense that she probably never would have learned to swim. Genis wasn’t born at this time, or if he was, he was an infant, thus, he either doesn’t remember or wasn’t alive for Raine’s traumatic experience and probably doesn’t have that same aversion to water. Mizuho is near water according to maps of Aselia, so it makes sense if Sheena knows how to swim, especially since she’s a ninja and would probably need to be able to sneak into places. Especially with the number of holes she falls into, it would make sense that she would need to swim, both to sneak into places with moats or other watery areas and so she can get herself out of any traps she falls into.Zelos frequently vacationed in Altamira to get away from the snow in Meltokio, and since he’s the chosen he was probably taught a lot of skills he’d need to, you know, not die? Because being the Chosen makes you important. Plus he’s a spoiled rich kid, so I’m sure his caretakers would have paid for swimming lessons.Presea I’m not sure of. She seems very capable, and Ozette is close to water, but she spent most of her time helping her Father until he died, I think, so Presea is one I’m not sure about. Regal is shown swimming in the OVA, I think? He’s also rich so presumably he had lessons. Plus Altamira is an island so knowing how to swim is probably important. Not to mention his title for the Altamira swimsuit event is literally “Swimmer.” Yeah. I bet he’s the best swimmer out of the group.Emil is a summon spirit, technically, so he should be able to do almost anything. Marta grew up in Palmacosta so she can probably swim.Richter lived in Sybak for a significant amount of time but... Him I’m not sure on. He’s a water elemental and Aqua likes him so... even if he can’t swim, I doubt he’s in danger but...Someone did do a comic I liked hypothesizing that he can swim and that he swims well. (This comic no longer appears online, so if someone could find the source or knows the artist, I would be eternally grateful. Posting for posterity and so a copy survives because this is too cute to fade into oblivion.) Also, this reads from right to left like a Manga because that’s how Japanese stuff works, just in case you don’t know already.

(I don’t speak Japanese, and I translated this ages ago, so it might not be fully accurate but...)Aster: Awesome! A pool! Ratatosk: Hey, aren't you going to change clothes?Emil: B-but...E: Ha... having my nipples showing (in public)...would be embarrassing...A: Well, there's also swimwear available that will cover (up to) your chest... (sound effect: Cute! )Don't worry, Emil...Ra: Please, they're all the same! (Oh please, it doesn’t matter!)[The Change of Clothes]E:Wah! This way I'm all covered up!Thanks, Aster-sa...(SFX: Dash)E: Th-this is a bathing suit for women! Now I'm even more embarrassed!Ah! Everyone is staring at me...(SFX : Dash, again... )E: And I just got hit on/catcalled by a man!A: Yeah, that figures...

(SFX: Gya! [Generic shouting, I guess])(Also, OMG, Richter's so sexy on this page I just can't...! I’m DEAD!)Richter: Hmph... Sure is noisy.A: Hey! Somebody's looking cool, huh?!E: Come on, Richter-san! Let's swim!(SFX: Doom! )(SFX: Splash, splash...)(SFX: Bubble bubble...)A: Come to think of it, I'm not really sure if Richter even can swim! (He never said...)E: Uwaaah! Richter-saaaaaan!

E: Richter-san! Don't worry, I'll save you!(SFX: Grab)A: Wait, Emil!E: Please, let me go, Aster-san! If I don't do something now, we'll need a miracle to save him! (Creative license on this one... Emil mentions something about Doraemon, a popular Japanese cartoon character [drawn in the speech bubble]. I'm not entirely sure what the reference is, and the literal translation makes no sense apart from "Aster, please let go"... Doraemon is a robotic cat [with no ears because they were eaten off by robotic mice, apparently,] who travels back in time to help his masters' great grandfather. Doraemon's pouch is said to hold an infinite number of useful gadgets, and Doraemon himself is so popular in Japan that he's sort of a symbol of hope. So, I'm just guessing that, since Doraemon has a reputation as a "miracle worker", that this was what was intended in the dialogue...)A: No, no, think about it! If you help him now, you'll get - what? - maybe one, little "thank you" in the end?A: The key is to wait to help him until he's on the verge of dying! Then:1) Rescue (aka, Hug from Behind)2) Artificial Respiration (aka, Kiss)3) Heart Massage (aka, Body-touching)E: B-bu-but...R: Emil, you saved my life! Let's get married!E: Yes! Let's get married!E: Right! Let's wait, Aster-san!A: Yeah! Ra: These guys are hopeless... What the hell're they thinking? I guess I better do something before something bad happens...

Ra: Hey! Richter! Are you alive down there?!I'm going to toss in a life ring for you, okay? Hang tight...A: Don't do anything rash/uneccesary!Emil! Hold him back!E: Got it, Aster-san!(SFX: Grab)Ra: L-let go, you lunatic!R: You guys... seriously... (or: You guys... get a life...)(SFX: Shhhhhshhhh)A: What the-?! Richter?!R: Did you forget that I can use water magic...or did you just think you could catch me off guard?E: Oh, R-Richter-san surely won't punish such an innocent little prank... not our friendly, gentle Richter-san... R-right?R: You all can try being on the receiving end of my magic up there...(Text: Diving board)All Blonds: We're sorryyyyyyyyyy!

#DotNW #art #comics #Letters from Annon Guy #Pool Comic #I'm so sad I can't find the original artist #even Saucenao failed meeeee #Anonymous #ask GKD

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Each to their own

9/05/2018: Nothing to do today but to look around and take it easy. Cecilia done her thing, the boys done theirs and we done ours. As usual we just walk the streets and see what happens. Another easy morning got us raring to go after lunch. A walk around the piazza, admiring the statues in the loggia and surrounds is never tiring. Rape of the Sabines, excellent, Perseus with the head of Medusa, equally as impressive, and the old original lions guarding the place. Both once part of the Medici collection, one Roman from the third century and the other, a sixteenth century pendant. It was unfortunate that the Fontana del Nettuno and the mounted Monument of Cosimo I were under scaffold and not able to be admired. We done the next best thing though, we went into the Town Hall foyer and looked at the lions there.

The Town Hall Lions

Although we had no plans for the day, a couple of missions had to be accomplished. First was to buy some balsamic vinegars and some oils from the shop that Jo had been in a couple of days earlier and the second, to buy the train tickets to Rome as we are to leave in a few days. Our plans for the afternoon would be to ensure that we end up at Santa Maria Novella at some point. Firstly though, we needed to find La Bottega Dell'olio and get the job done. They told her that they would package them up and send them home so having some sort of idea where it was, we headed straight down via Porta Rossa, looking around. By the time we worked out that we had taken the wrong street we were in Piazza Santa Trinita.

Colonna della Giustizia or the Column of Justice. It originated from the ruins of the Baths of Caracalla in Rome, gifted to Cosimo I de Medici from Pope Pius IV. The porphyry statue at the top was an afterthought, designed to suit the occasion.

Back tracking and knowing where we were going, we took Borgo Santi Apostoli and found that we hadn't been too far off track all along. A couple of Florentine streets to be exact. Within minutes we were opening the door of La Bottega Dell'olio and looking around at the excellent product that the owner stocked. We left quite a few euro down but still happy with what we bought.

La Bottega Del Chianti. Little boutique shop we came across on our journey. Sells all sorts of gourmet stuff and is highly regarded

We were next door to a very old church that goes back originally to the eleventh century. What we didn't know at the time was that Santi Apostoli fronted Piazza del Limbo, once a medieval cemetery where babies and young children that died before baptism were buried. Apparently, any kids that died before baptism couldn't pass through the gates of heaven but ended up in limbo, Piazza del Limbo to be exact. The square also connected Borgo Santi Apostoli to Lungarno degli Acciaiuoli via an alleyway that cut between shops facing the Arno, a short cut effectively to Pont Vecchio.

Santi Apostoli

Having finished the first chore of the day, we set out to complete the other and headed back to Piazza della Signoria and onto the train station. There's always something going on in this place. All of Italy in fact. Everything is so old that much maintenance needs to happen.

Shop - Laboratory secured! The violinist mayor of the rotten lily. He succeeded in destroying, gere Firenze! Construction sites, holes … Roads destroyed, the old town sold off to the cronies of the multinationals! Hundreds of felled trees! Worse than the Nazi bombings! Thoughts of an unhappy local

Sprucing up the Basilica. One mean cherry picker

Braving the roads around Santa Maria Novella, we queued with the other patrons and when called by the ticket seller, duly ordered five Business Class tickets for a princely sum of almost five hundred dollars. Still worth the money for a high speed train in comfort. Both chores done it was time to return to see what everyone else was doing. It was getting on to three so some planning for dinner was needed. To break up the walk we did need a break along the way but otherwise everything went to plan.

Rosso Caffetteria on via dei Panzani (near the train station)

Reuniting with Cecilia, we planned for a meal near where we ate on the first night that we arrived, but next door at Ristorante Pescerosso, followed by a walk around the area again before regrouping. Soon after we separated again.

Bet that's not orange juice

Perseus with the Head of Medusa

By seven the men had left the women to their own volition and headed across the Arno. They were headed to a restaurant that didn't disappoint last time, Caffe Pitti on Piazza de'Pitti. A few St Stefanus seen all wobbling back to the apartment.

Who needs a Rolex when he already has one

Caffe Pitti

The return journey was mildly eventful when they went into a convenience store for some grog and found that the cut off time was fast approaching. When standing in line and waiting to pay, the checkout chick advised us that we would have to pay within one minute or she could not sell us anything. In the mean time an idiot in front had more than he could pay for and was rifling through his stuff for the one euro that he was short. Trying to hurry him on only confused the situation, particularly with us trying to give him the money. Plenty of confusion. After managing to pay, they decided to get a cooler bag to keep the beers cold. "That will be thirty two euro please." We thought she was having a joke but she wasn't. After a few expletives, we gave it back to her and moved on.

Returning across Pont Vecchio

The women in the mean time, having recharged their batteries, had settled in across the other side of Piazza della Signoria and tucking in at Restorante Il Bargello.

Small crowd still at Restorante Il Bargello

Late night supper

In essence, the night was finished off with the men watching the girls eat from a safe distance, all the while finishing off Cecilia's bottle of red. She was well pissed off when she noticed them drinking at the apartment window and well in view.

Time for bed

Tomorrow's an early one. Up before six.

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Keijo!!!!!!!! Review: I Like Big Butts & I Can Not Lie

Keijo is awesome! It’s insanely stupid and yet, somehow it succeeds at nearly everything it attempts. Keijo’s success is quite honestly an anomaly. A quick glance at premise, studio, and staff would suggest this show should have been forgotten before it even finished airing, and yet somehow it stuck around and resonated with fans, particularly in the West, in a way that no one involved saw coming. Its success in the West isn’t only a surprise to me, it appears to be a surprise to license holder Funimation that currently has NO merchandise available for purchase. No posters, no key chains, no announced bluray release. So let’s talk about why it works and why I love it so damn much.

Let’s start with the basics; this show is not for everyone. Keijo is a show about girls fighting each other in bathing suits using only their boobs and butts atop a variety of floats in an Olympic sized pool. Yes it is as dumb as it sounds. Yes there is an obscene amount of fan service focusing primarily on the girls’ butts. I completely understand why some people might be turned off by its objectification of the women portrayed. You might consider the show sexist, and you might consider me sexist for my enjoyment. A quick note on that, I’m a fan of all fan service both male and female. I’m a straight male with a particular affinity for the female rear end, check the title of this review, but you bet I appreciate some well drawn men in various states of undress. Anime has the opportunity to unrealistically portray human sexuality and I think artists are free to draw all manner of people however they’d like. I hope this helps you to understand why I won’t be talking about the sexism debate that surrounded this show.

Keijo’s fan service is excellent, and a show so focused on fan service would never succeed unless it was good, really good. The show focuses on a few girls, but has a great ensemble cast full of all sorts of girls of varying shapes, sizes, age, and color. Two points of clarification, there are very few different colored women, none of which are black, and that’s a bummer, and two while they vary in age all girls in the series are over eighteen years of age which we’ll discuss further down this post. Back to the subject at hand, how to properly handle “tasteless fan service.” Keijo’s fan service is omnipresent, leaking into every scene. This means it’s not a major shock when a butt fully envelopes the screen, it’s expected and not even that distracting. This differs from a majority of shows that feel the need to randomly insert their characters in compromising positions so that the viewer gets a better look at their body. It’s low hanging fruit but let’s compare this to Sword Art Online, it makes an easy comparison because pretty much everyone has seen it and most know its flaws. SAO II episode one while introducing new female protagonist Xion pans up her body while she lays down in a sniper position. The camera literally stops and does a quick zoom on her ass before finishing the shot. It’s disgusting, it’s distracting, and it feels completely out of place in a show that intends to be about technology and coping with grief.

The other most important thing about the fan service, aside from the age, is the fact that all of the girls are complicit in the fan service. They might be shy, and a bit embarrassed, but they are never forced into a compromising situation against their will. There seems to be this prevailing idea in anime that anime characters are cuter if they are pure, but we also need to see them without clothes on because of course we do. This results in a number of horrible tropes that need to stop, the most prevalent, light novel guy walks in on light novel girl changing. It’s almost always the establishing shot for their relationship over the series and I just hate it. The other trope is somehow even worse, girls in fan service shows need to stop being raped! People generally consider Asuna’s rape scene in the second arc of Sword Art to be the beginning of the decline which is absurd considering Silica was sexually assaulted by a plant in the first twelve episodes and no one seemed to care. It’s so gross and so often over looked. There’s nothing wrong with a girl being okay showing her body, and if an anime character is going to be undressed, I hope that character is willfully undressed. This goes a long way to help make your characters actual characters and not simply objects. I think the girls are surely still being objectified, but there’s a difference between looking at a Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition and looking at leaked celebrity nude photos. The context matters and Keijo gets the context right. Our secondary protagonist Miyata even admits that she started Keijo because she wanted a cute swimsuit made custom for her and I think that’s something all of the viewers would also like!

This show did far better in the west than in Japan, and that’s largely thanks to the way it was adapted. Xebec isn’t exactly known for its great adaptations; in fact I’d argue they generally suck. Their best known for To Love Ru and Shaman King; two shows that don’t do a lot to improve upon their source material. Most recently they were responsible for the horribly bad Clockwork Planet. Apparently that’s actually a pretty good light novel, which should be no surprise considering it’s written by Kamiya Yuu, the celebrated author of No Game No Life. I can’t speak to the actual quality of the Clockwork Planet books because the first episode of the show turned me off of anything that has to do with it. Point being adaptation is not a strength of Xebec, hell Xebec doesn’t honestly have a ton of strengths aside from their willingness to get smuttier than other studios if that’s your thing.

This is entirely different in Keijo, the adaptation is immaculate, and makes it far more appealing to a western audience. For starters, the anime skips the entire first arc where our two female leads are still in high school and under the age of 18. The girls first appear in their bathing suits in the anime after entering the Keijo training school. In the manga there are multiple battles that take place before this while the girls are learning Keijo for the first time at the stadium event shown at the start of the first episode. This arc is also gross for western fans for a number of reasons on top of age. For some reason at this point in the manga guys are allowed to compete in these non official Keijo matches. Guys of course only compete for the opportunity to rub up against girls in swimwear. Girls who, I’ll reiterate again because it’s important, at this point are underage. There’s also a ton of guys in this manga, which is weird considering there’s really only one in the anime and he’s less of a creep more of a sports fan. The men in the Keijo manga come to watch and gamble on Keijo and are depicted as perverse onlookers. Nozomi’s teacher is one such male who has a gambling addiction and comments on his underage student’s physique more than once. The anime made the right decision removing him from the series. This first arc also has an extremely uncomfortable and short lived love interest in the form of Nozomi’s brother. They might actually be cousins, the translation I read wasn’t exactly clear on that, but still something western audiences always frown upon. His feelings are never reciprocated by our star Nozomi, but the whole situation is uncomfortable, especially since he’s eager to jump in and battle her in her first mock Keijo match. There’s also more preliminary try outs the anime totally skips and that’s to the show’s benefit because again the girls are underage, and it cuts out a plethora of characters that don’t matter at all. The adaptation also does a great job with its references, choosing series that are particularly popular in western fandom. Attack on Titan and Fate/Stay Night are popular around the world, but really struck a chord in the states and Keijo very obviously references these shows multiple times to great effect. Other references to Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, One Piece, and Dragon Ball are all also greatly appreciated and largely absent from the manga.

Keijo performed very well in weekly viewership numbers, both legally and illegally, but was quickly written off by most. Everyone who watched it seemed to enjoy it, but wrote it off as “just another fan service show” and that’s unfair. It stands out among its peers, and should be celebrated as such. It was ranked the fifth most popular show according to Myanimelist, beating out shows with more popular appeal in pedigree like Occultic;Nine, Izetta the Last Witch, and season 2 of Ajin. It also beat out several truly spectacular shows in Sound Euphonium season 2, Flip Flappers, and the fifth season of Natsume’s Book of Friends. This wouldn’t have happened if it was “just another fan service show.” If you’re still in need of proof that season had just another an service show, it was Brave Witches, a fairly tasteless follow up to a reasonably successful show about young flying military girls who don’t wear pants for some unknown reason. People talk about Keijo as if it’s like Brave Witches, and no one talks about Brave Witches because no one cares. It might be easy to right it off if you don’t watch a lot of fan service shows, but let me tell you Keijo is special. I’ve lived in Trash Mountain for some time and am an expert in awful anime fan service, please don’t compare Keijo to that garbage; it’s far too good for that. Keijo is excellent! End of statement, no caveats no excuses, it’s really great. The show is easily the best thing director Takahashi Hideya has ever helmed. It’s arguably the best series Xebec has ever produced solo, inarguably the best this decade. I love Keijo, and I hope someday fans look back on it with the respect it earned.

8.5/10

#keijo #keijo!!!!!!!!#anime #fan service

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