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maidenof-thesea · 5 years ago

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Snakes & Butterflies | Part XII

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Soulmate Au!, Fluff, Angst, Smut (in the future)

Words: 5k (WHEW!)

Warning: minor swearing

Note: Yall I tried posting this earlier but tumblr was not cooperating with me! UGHH! Anyways here’s part 12 for those who have been waiting! This time it’s extra long! I didn’t realize lol. Hope you enjoy <3

Reminder: * conversations in Korean *

Jimin

“I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Y/N stammered, her face flush and she waved her hands nervously. “I just wanted to see how the snake may look since you are a lot older now..”

Wait

“You know what my Mark looked-looks like?” I said feeling my heart drop to my stomach. “I don’t remember showing you my Mark when we were kids..”

“That’s weird,” Y/N said as she tilted her head in contemplation. “Maybe it really was a dream but I could have sworn that you had a snake and Jungkook had a hawk.”

How does she know this?

Ever since I could remember, our parents told us that we were never supposed to reveal our Marks to humans...because they were so completely different from our soulmates. Hoseok and Yoongi hyungs’ Marks don’t match at all..just like mine and hers never matched either. Was I too perhaps having issues with my memory?

“Now that I think about it…” Y/N muttered deep in thought. “I don’t think I’ve seen any of the guys’ Marks…”

Shit

I opened my mouth to say an excuse or anything as to why none of us had shown her our Marks but I only stammered for words. I never really thought as to what we would say, I don’t think any of us have honestly.

“Oh!” Y/N said in realization. “Jungkook mentioned that you guys took a pact. Similar to wearing a purity ring..but like the opposite..”

If it was even possible her face was even more red but this time she looked like she was on the verge of tears from embarrassment. She’s so cute. I go to pat her stroke her cheek but she stops me by grabbing my wrist and she’s refusing to make eye contact. Maybe it's not from embarrassment.

“Y/N, are-”

“I’m gonna take that shower now,” Y/N says abruptly as she hops off the counter and swiftly exits the laundry room, leaving me all alone.

“Similar to a purity ring but like the opposite”

“Why would Jungkook tell her that?!”

But it was true at the time. You were quite busy during college.

“That was probably her first kiss…” I muttered softly to myself as I sat on the couch. I could hear music coming from her room and the sound of running water. “She must think I’m some sort of player or something..”

“Why would she think that?” Seokjin hyung said from the hallway. His arms are full of groceries. I quickly got up to help him. The rest of the guys following him in a line, their arms full of groceries.

“How are you guys back so quick?” I ask, ignoring his question. What time was it? I lost track of time!

“We did online ordering, we just went to pick it up basically,” Taehyung said, wiping his forehead from the sweat. “Man it’s hot.”

“I still don’t think that lady gave us good cabbage,” Hoseok said with a slight frown as he placed the said vegetable on the counter.

“Hyung said it was fine babe,” Yoongi replied. “Trust the chef.”

“Where’s Yuki?” Namjoon muttered already heading to the porch.

“Namjoon!” Seokjin yelled. “Don’t think of escaping! We need to make 3 months worth of kimchi and side dishes! We need everyone to help!”

Namjoon does a 360 spine and heads straight into the kitchen, his expression sheepish. The hyungs start chit chatting and whatnot. I sat down on the couch once more and I found myself listening, water was still running and her music was still playing. I was hoping they would be gone a little longer so I could have a chance to explain myself

“Noona in the shower, hyung?” Jungkook asked, carrying a huge bag of rice without so much as sweating.

“Yes,” I answered feeling my face turn a bit red. “Did you tell her about our pact?”

“Umm..” Jungkook said nervously. “I did...should I not have?”

“Don’t worry,” I sighed, pushing my hair back. “I’m not upset.”

“But?” Jungkook asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.

“I just didn’t want her to think I’m a player..”

“Trust me,” Hoseok said from the kitchen. “I’m sure you didn’t made it obvious yesterday.”

Yoongi and the hyungs laugh and I shove my face in the nearest throw pillow, sighing in frustration.

“Did something happen?” Taehyung asks and I could tell he was genuinely curious but his mischievous side was showing once more. “Why are you so worried she thinks you’re a player?”

“Yea,” Seokjin said also. “Why Jimin? And don’t avoid the question again!”

“I-“

We all hear the music turn off and her door open. Yuki darts for the nearest exit and from the expression on Y/N’s face, I could tell she wanted to do the same thing. Her eyes looked a little swollen and her cheeks were flushed. Her lips...were swollen as well.

“Hello Princess,” Hobi said with his signature sunny smile. “Are you ready to make kimchi?”

She smiles and nods and I could tell it’s genuine from the way her eyes spark. Will she ever smile like that for me again?

Taehyung

“Jimin and Y/N have been avoiding each other,” Jungkook says as he fills another bucket with water to soak the napa cabbage.

“It’s more like she’s avoiding him,” I mutter as I wait for him to finish, so I could fill my bucket. Why did we have to make so much kimchi again?

“Oh,” Jungkook says as he glances once more at Y/N, who is cutting the cabbage while Namjoon sprinkles kosher salt and massages it. Jimin, who is on the other side of the island, is helping Seokjin hyung make sigeumchi namul which is blanched spinach that is seasoned later on. Both Yoongi and Hoseok are making kongnamul muchim or seasoned soybean sprouts.

“Do you think he made a move?” I asked and Jungkook almost got whiplash from how fast he turned. “What’s with that reaction?”

“Do you think hyung would do that?” Jungkook said, his eyes unreadable. Not really answering my question.

This kid...does he really have feelings for her?

“Isn’t that part of the plan?” I ask nonchalantly, carefully watching Jungkook’s expression. “I mean I know none of us care that she’s human..but the council won’t be as forgiving. Nonetheless we still want a happy ending for them right?”

“Yea,” Jungkook sighed and grabbed my bucket to fill it. “I guess I’m just worried about how she would react...this whole time she thought-she never imagined having a Soul-”

“YAH!” Jin yelled, making all of us jump. “Does it take two of you to fill buckets with water?”

“Sorry!” Both of us answer and I immediately head back with one of the buckets, almost tipping the bucket in my haste. Y/N sees this and her eyes widen in surprise.

“Careful!” She says running towards me. She quickly grabs the bucket and we both maneuver it to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry Noona,” I say with a lopsided grin. “I didn’t mean to almost wet the floor.”

“What?” She replies. “Oh! I don’t care about the floor, you could have slipped if it spilled! You’re okay right?”

Instead of replying I simply nod, I really didn’t know how to reply honestly. Her eyes were filled with concern and honesty. I’ll admit a part of me felt pleased that she was concerned, almost like a doting mother. She smiles in return and quickly heads to Jungkook, warning him not to fill the bucket too much. Unable to help myself, I smile to myself biting my lip in the process. When I look up, Jimin is staring at me with a piercing gaze, almost as if to say ‘what are you so happy about?’. I shrug and it seems to annoy him even more.

“Hyung,” Yoongi asks, mixing the sprouts in a ceramic bowl. “Why are we making so much again? I mean I know there’s eight of us, but it’s not like we’re gonna eat Korean food all the time.”

“I’m making some for Y/N too,” Seokjin replies. “She’ll have plenty after we leave.”

“W-What?” Jimin stutters and almost loses his footing. “Leave?”

Both Jungkook and Y/N walk back in and both of their smiles disappear quickly after hearing Jimin’s panicked tone. Jimin’s face turns white and he looks back down at the bowl of spinach in front of him.

“Just thinking about the end of our vacation makes me sad!” Hoseok sighs and he wipes a non-existent tear from his eye. “You’ll miss me right Y/N?!”

He runs to her and rubs his cheek against hers. She laughs and pats his head, cooing in the process. I glance at Jungkook who is staring in concern at Jimin, who seems to have regained his composure. Yoongi pats his back to comfort him.

“Let’s not think about the end,” Namjoon says as he places the cabbage to soak in the water. “Let’s enjoy what we have in this moment.”

“Yea!” I say cheerfully. “Hyung are we gonna make jap chae too?”

“Oh!” Y/N exclaims, her eyes lighting up. “I want to learn how to make those glass noodles! Jennie never got her mom’s recipe for me..”

We all laughed at her eager expression and her and Jin hyung came to an agreement to exchange recipes. Hyung was curious about how to make tamales and posole. After a couple of hours, Jin and Y/N had successfully made not only jap chae but also Korean macaroni salad.

“All this is gonna take time to ferment..” Jimin mutters rubbing his stomach. He must be hungry. “What are we gonna eat for lunch?”

“How about Noona’s famous pasta?” Jungkook suggested with his dimple smile. Jimin looked hopeful at Y/N and she nodded and proceeded to pick up the dirty mixing bowls, Jimin and Jin proceeded to help her but she shooed then away.

“Rosa is on her way,” she explains. “I told her to come a little late because we tend to clean at this time.”

“Plus,” Y/N said, clasping her hands and pulling her phone out. “And I quote, ‘Tell those boys that if they don’t give me their dirty laundry to wash, that I won’t show the handsome one how to make flan or arroz con leche’”

“YAH!” Jin yells with a bit of blush. “Bring hyung your laundry! I need those recipes!”

And just about all of us scramble up the stairs, racing to our rooms, not one of us wanting to get between Jin hyung and his recipes.

After making the creamy alfredo sauce from scratch, I was about to put the pasta to boil just as Rosa made her way into the house. Both Jungkook and Jin are following her like ducklings. Jungkook was smiling his signature dimple smile and Jin was slightly pouting. What was this tactic called again? Ago? Ego?

“Aegyo?” I questioned myself. Both Jungkook and Jin both glanced at me with the same expression: shut up!. I chuckled and threw my arms up in the air. “¡Doña Rosa! ¡Ya llegaste! ¿Como estás?” (“Madam Rosa! You’re here! How are you?”).

“Bién míja.” Rosa replies with a slight chuckle, fully aware of what we were all doing. “¿Estás concinando?” (“I’m good my daughter. Are you cooking?”).

“¡Sí!” I say with a smile as she pats me on the head. “¡Estoy concinando pasta!” (Yes! I’m cooking pasta!”).

“¿Me puedes salvar un plato para mi?” (“Could you save a plate for me?”).

“Claro que sí Doña.” I reply and she smiles and puts on gloves to start washing dishes. (”Of course Madam”).

Both Jungkook and Jin’s eyes were wide in surprise. Jungkook was stammering and Jin’s mouth was open wide in shock.

“N-noona you can speak Spanish?” Jungkook asked. “Why don’t you speak it more often?”

“I am half latinx Jungkook from my Mom’s side,” I answered, sticking my tongue out and he smiled a sheepish smile.

“What was that?” Jin said curiously. “Was that a latinx version of aegyo?”

“Something of the sort..” I say with a slight smirk.

“What did you say to her to get her to smile?” Jin said with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Listen closely my padawan,” I said, causing Jungkook to laugh and Jin to be confused. “Latinx women love to be called ‘Doña’ which is basically equivalent to ‘Madam’ or ‘lady boss’.”

“So respect?” Jin asked with a tilt of his chin. “I guess I understand that…”

“Plus you have to be cute,” I reply with a smirk. Jin gasps dramatically and Jungkook almost rolls on the floor with laughter. Then Jin grabbed the nearest towel to whack me with, making me run out into the living room, with him right on my heels. “Yoongi save me!”

“Wha-” Yoongi says sleepily. “You’re on your own Princess!”

“Wah!”

“Come here and admit I’m cute!” Jin says climbing over Yoongi and the couch.

“Listen!” I say hiding around Namjoon who was reading something on his phone. “These aren’t the droids you’re looking for!”

“You can’t hypnotize him Y/N-ie,” Hobi says from the ottoman clutching a plush pillow to hide himself. “Trust me I’ve tried!”

“Once someone calls hyung ugly,” Namjoon whispers. “He won’t stop until you admit he’s not.”

“ADMIT IT!” Jin yelled.

“But I didn’t call you ugly!” I yell desperately, jumping over the couch almost tripping over Yoongi. “I just said you weren’t cute!”

“THAT’S THE SAME THING!”

“Oh god this is almost as bad as when Jin and Taehyung were arguing over who was more handsome..” Yoongi whispered to Hobi who nodded in agreement. Just then both Taehyung and Jimin-a shirtless Jimin- came in through the porch, Jin taking full advantage of me being distracted threw the towel straight at me.

“JIMIN!” I yell as I run to him for security instinctively. “Save me!”

Without hesitation, Jimin met me halfway and stood in front of me protectively.

“W-what are you doing hyung?” Jimin says with slight fear in his voice. “We could hear you from outside..”

“She said I’m not cute!” Jin explains trying to reach around him.

“But you aren’t cute hyung.” Jimin says.

And almost everyone in the room was quiet and Jin looked as red as a tomato. The only sound we could hear was Rosa humming as she swept the kitchen.

“Do you want to die?” Jin said quietly. I had no idea what he said but I felt Jimin’s heartbeat increase. Jin took one step closer and I heard Jimin gulp. From the shadow I could tell Jin raised his hand-

“Oppa!” I say clutching Jimin’s arms, who froze. “You’re too handsome! You ooze sex appeal! I mean ‘cute’ doesn’t define you! You’re more than that!”

Once again the room went quiet. Jimin was as still as a board but I could hear his breath. He was breathing deeply as if he was angry, but before I could ask, Jin’s attitude was completely different.

“That is very true!” Jin laughed obnoxiously. Clearly what I said was going straight to his head. He was completely unaware of everyone rolling their eyes. “I am very handsome!”

“Yes hyung you are,” Namjoon said sitting next to Yoongi. And they all began to talk like normal, leaving me and Jimin to gather our bearings. Once I unclutched my hands from his arms, I realized that what I was actually clutching a tattoo sleeve cover. Jimin then turns around and looks at me with unreadable eyes. I gulp nervously and attempt to walk away but he catches me by the collar of my shirt.

“Did you get my text?” Jimin whispers. I look at him in confusion and he sighs.

“Sorry I left my phone in the kitchen..”

“It’s okay,” Jimin says with a smile that makes my heart skip a beat. “I’m hungry, can I have some pasta?”

“Yea,” I say, not being able to meet his eyes. “Do you want shrimp or broccoli?”

“Shrimp!” He says excitedly and almost as if it’s natural for him he clutches my hand and leads me to the dining room.

“¡Míja!” Rosa says from the kitchen. “The pasta is ready!”

“Coming!” I reply. “I’ll be back with a plate for you.”

“Me too Noona!” Taehyung and Jungkook both yell sitting down at the table.

Jimin

“Yah,” I say with annoyance. “Can’t you guys eat later, I’m trying to talk to her here.”

“Ah,” Namjoon says entering the dining room as well. “Sorry I’m hungry too..”

“Oooh is Jimin trying to have alone time with Y/N?” Hobi says tugging a disgruntled Yoongi into the room as well.

“Jimin,” Jin says seriously. “Don’t yell at her too much, it’s not her fault she finds me attractive!”

I glare at him while everyone else rolls their eyes and yet again he is oblivious to his own obnoxious self. Y/N then enters the room balancing two bowls in her hands. I get up to help but Jungkook beats me to it and places the two bowls in the middle of the table.

“I’m gonna get some paper plates,” she says. “Oh and I also made a quick salad earlier and I didn’t have time to bake garlic bread but I have some Hawaiian rolls if-”

“That’s fine babe,” I say following her into the kitchen, ignoring the way Jungkook’s eyes widened. I grabbed the plates from her and she quickly grabbed the bowl of salad and packet of hawaiian sweet rolls. Once she places the stuff on the table, I quickly grab her and make her sit next to my chair.

“But the dri-”

“I got it,” I say smiling. For some reason her catering to the guys is pissing me off. I grabbed the lemonade and water bottle. Rosa is now in the living room vacuuming. I wave hello and she smiles and waves back. I see that Y/N placed a plate aside for her.

“I love her pasta,” Rosa says. “My son loves it too…”

“Oh,” I said. Her son? “It’s that good?”

“Yep,” she sighs. “One year he only wanted to eat her pasta, nothing else. Kids huh?”

I nod in agreement and bow to her in goodbye. Silently relieved that it was kid and not some other punk. By the time I got back everyone had started eating without me.

“This is delicious Y/N!” Hobi says and Yoongi nods in agreement. “Best pasta ever!”

She smiles and grabs a plate to serve some shrimp pasta, then she places a roll on the plate as I sit next to her. With a slight blush, she passed me the plate and I felt a little pleased that she served me herself.

“Do you want water or lemonade?” She whispers and I quickly look at her, but she isn’t looking in my direction. “Hm?”

“Water,” I reply and she serves me a cup and hands it to me. Before she could serve herself, I grab the bowl of broccoli pasta out of Namjoon’s hands and put a big portion on the plate. “Here, you like broccoli right?”

“Yes,” She replies with a blush. “Thank you.”

“Here!” Jungkook says, causing us both to jump. “You like lemonade right Noona?”

This little shit.

“Thanks Kookie,” She replies with a smile. There it is again. That smile.

“Do you still like avocado with hawaiian rolls?” I ask and she glances at me in surprise.

“You remembered that?” she asks with an embarrassed smile. “Yea I do.”

“Do you want me to go get some avocado?” I ask and she waves her hand and tries to stop me from getting up. Namjoon tugs me down also.

“It isn’t a competition,” He says and Y/N glances at me in confusion and I smile and gesture for her to eat and she does. “You don’t need to compete when it’s clear you already won.”

I gulp and nod. He’s right, technically I already won. She’s mine. She’s mine right? I look at her and I can’t help the feeling of peace that overtakes my being at seeing her eat. The way she twirls the pasta onto her fork, they way her throat moves as she swallows. On second thought, I think I was feeling everything but peace at this moment.

Jin pulls out a bottle of wine that both Yoongi and Jungkook are excited for. Y/N gulps nervously and I grab her hand under the table and I feel her relax. She then accepts the glass of wine from Jin and sips curiously. Her face scrunches and she shakes her head. I laughed at her expression along with my brothers who were also watching intently. But slowly throughout dinner, her glass of wine was slowly becoming empty and she was laughing along with Jin and Taehyung’s antics. Once more the feeling of peace overcame me. This must be what Jungkook was feeling. The feeling of home.

“Y/N,” Taehyung asks, his cheeks flushed. “Who was your first love?”

A little taken aback by his question, Y/N stammers cutely and looks everywhere but me. Cute.

“Yea,” I say playfully. “Who was your first love?”

“Why do you guys want to know?” I say feeling a slight buzz from the wine. Knowing full well I’m slightly tipsy, these guys are fully taking advantage of my state.

“It’s a simple question!” Taehyung defends himself. “Fine! I’ll tell you who my first love was!”

“Oh this is gonna be interesting,” Jin says with a slight chuckle.

“My first love was a manga character!” Taehyung says and almost everyone laughs “Hey don’t laugh at me! I’m serious!”

“Which manga character?” Jungkook asks.

“Sakura!” Taehyung says cutely. “She was soo cute!”

“Oh my god,” Jimin says. “From Naruto?”

Taehyung then cheers and flashes us his box-like smile. Then he turns to me and gestures for me to go next. If we’re talking manga characters…

“Kazehaya Shouta,” I reply with a content sigh. And almost all of the guys stayed quiet and were confused.

“That’s really specific..” Jimin mutters from next to me. His expression is solemn. “I don’t remember anyone by that name..how about you Jungkook?”

“Neither do I hyung,” Jungkook replies. “Who is this Kazehaya guy Noona?”

“Are you serious?” I asked with a giggle and almost all of them were really confused. Only Namjoon seemed to be deep in thought. “You guys don’t know Kazehaya-kun?”

“OH!” Namjoon says in surprise. “From Kimi Ni Todoke?”

“Yes!” I say excitedly. “I thought we were talking about manga characters so he’s the first that came to my mind!”

“What anime is this?” Taehyung asks in confusion. “A romance one? Cuz I swear I’ve seen all of them!”

“It’s called From Me to You,” I reply. “I watch that anime and read that manga every year and I still love it!”

“So this Kazehaya guy is the main character?” Jimin asks and he looks somewhat relieved but also a tad bit annoyed.

“Yes!” I giggle. “His characteristics were so good, he was so pure..”

“I don’t think Taehyung meant man-” Yoongi laughs.

“Y/n?” Rosa says with a small smile. “I just finished cleaning the rooms, do you mind putting the clothes to dry for me?”

“Of course!” I say getting up quick, only to lose my footing. Jimin reaches over my chair and grabs me by the waist and forces me to sit down.

“I’ll do it,” he says with a small smile. “Thank you Rosa!”

All the others also thank her and Jin walks her out and thanks her for her recipes that she wrote down for him. My phone then pings a message from Kakaotalk and Jimin’s name is on my screen.

Jimin [7:32pm]: hey can we talk?

Jimin [9:04pm]: meet me at the beach in 5.

Jimin [9:04pm]: bring a jacket.

I gulp nervously. Of course he wants to talk, we kissed and everything. I asked about his Mark, and it was clear that he didn’t want to show me, then I remembered Jungkook mentioning the pact but really I was just conflicted about how I felt.

Then I should just tell him how I feel..everything…

The rest of the guys are watching Family Guy in the living room, so I take my chance to dash in my room to find a jacket. Yuki stares at me from my bed that has a fresh set of sheets and comforter. I rub her head and she starts to purr.

“Yuki?” Jungkook calls for her and I hear the bag of treats shake and she quickly darts out of the room. I remembered that Jungkook wanted to teach her some tricks.

“Teach her how to sit!” Taehyung says.

“No,” Namjoon says “how about a handshake?”

And they continue discussing different tricks and this is my chance to dart out but as soon as I step into the kitchen to use the back door, Yoongi and Hobi both appraise me with knowing eyes.

“I thought you guys were watching Family Guy?”

“Jin told us to wash dishes,” Hobi asks with a smirk. “Going somewhere princess?”

“I wonder where Jimin disappeared to?” Yoongi asks Hobi too with amusement in his tone. I rolled my eyes and opened the back door and they both whistled and laughed. Once I’m outside, the ocean breeze is quite cold for the summer, but it feels good. I head to the path that leads to the beach and my phone buzzes, the security app detecting my movement. I duck once I hit the bay windows and I laugh at myself. Why am I hiding?

Because you want to be alone with him

I stop once I realize that is exactly what I wanted. I wanted no interruptions, no Jungkook or Taehyung for that matter. Feeling my heart pound in my chest, I gulp nervously and continue down the sand path towards the beach. There Jimin is once again, shirtless but wearing tattoo sleeve cover and once again I stop in my tracks. I look down at my simple outfit and I start to feel self conscious. How does he look so majestic just standing under the moonlight? It's not fair. I feel like this moment should be preserved. I take out my phone and I take a photo of him...feeling a little guilty for not asking for permission.

“Can I take a picture of you too?” Jimin says, looking over his shoulder with a slight smirk. I feel my face turn white in horror at being caught. “It’s okay I don’t mind.”

“I’m sorry I should have asked first,” I said with a slight blush, hoping that it was too dark for him to notice.

“I guess we’re even,” he says ruffling his hair. “I didn’t quite ask you for permission to kiss you earlier..”

“Oh…” I say lamely.

“I really am sorry…” Jimin says not meeting my eyes. Who do I feel like he wasn’t quite honest about that? “I can’t promise it won’t happen again though…”

“What?” I said in shock. “Jimin-”

“I know you think I’m a player because of the pact and with what happened with Melanie,” Jimin continues. “I’m not going to lie to you that I do have that reputation but-”

“Jimin,” I interrupt him and I step closer. “It’s okay… I don’t care about all that.. I mean I’m not one to judge, I don’t know your circumstances and it’s your life, as long as you're safe and happy..I’m okay with it.”

“But?”

“There’s no but..”

“You walked away from me earlier Y/N,” Jimin sighs, also stepping closer. “There is a but.”

“It’s embarrassing..” I say covering my face. “Because I know you aren’t like that…at least I hope you won’t be like that to me…”

“Like what?” Jimin says grabbing my arms from my face, and pulling my chin to meet his gaze.

“I’m not okay with being another conquest,” I whisper, feeling tears pool in my eyes. I hear his slight gasp and I see his mouth open but I continue. “But I can’t ask you to take me seriously, it wouldn’t be fair to your Soulmate. I don’t have the right...I’m just a childhood friend even if you were my first love..”

“What?”

SHIT

I felt my legs become wobbly but almost as if I was possessed, my voice came out strong.

“You were my first love,” I say meeting his eyes. “I don’t want to be just a summer fling, although everything feels intense with you, I probably wouldn’t be able to say no if that’s what you wanted.”

Jimin stares at my face intensely and I feel my heartbeat through my ears. Why isn’t he saying anything? Was I misreading him? Does he really only just want a physical relationship? Am I emotionally ready for something like that? Let’s be honest though...if that’s what he wanted..all he wanted from me, I would do it even if it would bring me a world of hurt later on..I know I would regret it if I didn’t.

“Okay.” Jimin says with a brilliant smile. “I want to be with you Y/N.”

It was at that moment my legs gave out and I let out a wavering breath, as if I was holding it all day. I probably was. Jimin crouches in front of me and caresses my cheek. It felt like fire followed his ministrations.

“Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t have to ask.”

And for the second time that day, our lips met once more and like the waves behind us, they moved in sync, almost as if they were meant to. Hours...days could have passed us but all that mattered was the man clutching my face with tears running down his cheeks.

I knew that one day he would find his Soulmate and it hurts whenever I think of that but I couldn’t let him pass me by. For once in my life, I felt greedy. I wanted this man, all of him even if he isn’t mine.

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thejudgingtrash · 5 years ago

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Hey! Can you envision an AU where,for some reason,Luke doesn't go to Kronos,even though the titan had talked to Luke in his dreams? Perhaps remove the failed mission(although I don't believe it was more than the "straw that broke the camel's back,and some random shit would be the thing that pushes Luke over the edge),or put someone to help Luke dealing with his negative feelings,preferably in a way that makes him use it in a positive way. Do you have any say about it?

Okay, let’s do this! All the Luke appreciation on my dash is motivating me to crack the rotting asks down! Sorry for not working on this sooner :D Also the love triangle/last Annabeth sequence doesn’t fucking exist, I don’t know what kinda crack cocaine Riordan was smoking. I’m not having it. Old but gold rant on that right here (LINK!)

(Also I’m too lazy to think of a proper „new“ villain so let’s just take Ethan in that AU cause why not).

I think instead of pissed, angry (or whiny like some of you assholes with a lack of basic reading skills say) Luke, I go the sorta indifferent route. Luke is apathetic to it all. Disappointed, done with it, used to at it this point. Back at it again.

Luke saw how his mother turned into her unstable self and ran away with fourteen, had to protect his new found family (Grover/Thalia/Annabeth) saw how Thalia got turned into a fucking tree by her father and trained his ass off. Luke who was one of the few children that were actually claimed by their parents and saw how the rest withered away in misery in the Hermes cabin.

I’d still let Luke go on the mission and have it being a mini breaking point. Just one that goes in the opposite direction. In the end he does not care about the gods, but he also cares too much about the other kids around him to ditch them to switch sides. He’s being given a little (reused) mission as somewhat of a sign of attention by his father, fails and gets wounded. In his desolate state, Kronos appears in his dreams but things go differently.

Instead of giving in, let him ask the repeated question: if my so-called father and his father don’t care me or any other kid, why the fuck would you? How could I possibly trust in you knowing that you’ve done no better than them? How is a new golden age to be oh so beneficial for us? Sorry mate, too obvious bate. Smell yah. Kronos then moves successfully onto Ethan.

Luke is the only remaining older teen (aka free babysitter) in CHB to help out all of the other kids in there as Chiron’s funky horse ass is being a lazy shit in Dionysus’ smoking den. Luke just remains the big brother and go to person for all of them and sees demigods come and go.

Percy drops by, Luke trains him and then decides you know what? College would be actually nice, retiring and stuff Annabeth ain’t happy about that. The rest of the lightning thief unfolds. At the end, with Ethan’s betrayal Luke goes oh shit

and decides to stay (and take online classes probably? Oh yeah, electronics do work. Wouldn’t it make more sense to let the kids use phones but once they’re trying to connect with Olympus they need to switch to the old stuff? A switcheroo? Mini idea) to defeat the new threat and talks about his dreams as he now can characterize the evil.

SOM hits, Luke is hating it but actually prays to Hermes to help Percy find a way to the sea of monsters because he knows that Percy is needed for that mission. Hermes tried to have a conversation and Luke declined. In the end, Luke is being whiplashed as Thalia returns. Seeing your old crush/best friend after years again and they’re still stuck in a child’s body? Pretty sure they’d just awkwardly hop around each other but remain close acquaintances.

Annabeth having boy troubles in the transitioning of TTC to BOTL and asking her big brother for advice and Luke going what?? Do you?? want me to dooooo?? Omfg I thought you were supposed to be the smart one! Use your bird brain?? Ask himmm? Ask Percy??? Also we’re in the midst of war preparation, trying to figure out the labyrinth and your infatuated cooch has nothing better to do than to hop on his tiny c*****ck what the fuck (internal screaming)

And then… the final battle. Percy leading the kids with Annabeth and Luke on his side. I can see two possible scenarios. Luke is fighting on the bridge, saving Michael Yew and falling to his death or Luke and Clarisse are killing the drakon that killed Silena and he gets thrashed.

As sad as it may seem, I think regardless of what happens Luke was destined to die. Seeing the canon former friend turning into a monster dying and being corrupted, was already enough. But could you imagine if non-Kronos!Luke had been around in every book as a guide and counselor? And then he’d be gone? The pain, agony and depression??? Yes??? I love that???

I’m sorry I also would’ve George R. R. Martined the fuck outta HOO.

Also Luke looks like Luke Volker and is an Aussie because I say so :3

Anyway... my oversimplified non-Kronos!Luke Au!

#anon #ask me anons #pjo #luke castellan #percy jackson #annabeth chase

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amayawolfe · 4 years ago

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HxH OC Fumiko Nakamura Story ~ Ch. 10 - Off To Town

My Stories Masterlist

Word Count: 2331

Warnings: little blood, weapon (boar spear), mention of hunting, a wild bully suddenly appears

Since Asuri had given you your orders for the day, she and Kimichi would now pretend you didn't even exist, which was completely fine with you. It meant you could enjoy your breakfast with Rin and Satomi in relative peace. Eating more than your fill, you helped with clean up and then went outside to doze while the milk cooled enough to pack for travel.

Deciding to stay within easy earshot of the house, you had stretched out on the grass in the back yard. You could tell it was going to be a beautiful day. Definitely a warm one by later this afternoon, but you didn't believe it was going to be quite as hot as yesterday.

As you dozed, you could hear the rustling of a breeze in the trees and the chickens scratching about the yard. Occasionally you would hear one of the cows low out in the distant fields. By now, Satomi's medicine was in full swing within your system and the warm morning sun on your body helped ease what little aches and pains you still felt. Feeling so utterly relaxed for once caused a faint smile to trace your lips and your doze slipped into a light slumber.

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You weren't sure how much time had passed when the sound of light footsteps in grass roused you. Opening a single green eye you spotted Rin heading your direction. You closed your eye again and stretched, letting out a groan as you did so. Your muscles had stiffened up again, but no where near as bad as they were this morning.

"Satomi wanted me to tell you the pull cart is nearly ready," relayed Rin. She looked you over carefully. "Are you going to be okay pulling it to town all by yourself?"

You couldn't help but smile at your little sister's concern.

"I'll be fine, Rinny," you assured, "Thanks to Tomi I'm feeling a lot better. Besides, the exercise will be good for me right now. Is anyone else coming to town with me?"

You were both pleased as well as a little disappointed when Rin shook her head. No one coming with you meant that Asuri and Kimichi would be saying home, but it meant that neither Rin nor Satomi was coming either. Although you did enjoy your alone time, pleasant company was nice as well. And seeing how you and your siblings regularly had chores, time alone came about more frequently than free time with your younger sisters. Sensing your disappointment, Rin frowned.

"I'm sorry big sister. I want to go, but Asuri has the four of us working in the gardens before it gets to hot. And after that we're going to put what we pick in jars. "

Ah, that makes sense, you thought to yourself. At least Asuri has good reason for everyone else to stay home today, leaving ripe produce to sit in the garden is just asking for something to come along and eat it.

You pushed yourself up into a sitting position and gave an apathetic wave of your hand along with a shrug of the shoulders.

"Meh, don't worry about. Traveling alone just means more time to myself. I also tend to travel faster when I'm walking alone." You weren't lying. Your greater amount of stamina meant you could walk faster for longer periods of time than any of your sisters could.

Judging by the sun in the sky, you figured it was just a couple hours till noon. As you got to your feet you plucked a piece of grass and stuck it in between your teeth, chewing on the end once again. Chewing on grass was a habit you had for years now, it helped prevent you from chewing on parts of your mouth and it even sometimes helped soothe mild agitation.

"I guess I should get moving then," you said with a sigh. "Last thing I need is Asuri or Kimichi getting mad at me for not heading out soon enough."

You brushed off your backside, tucked your hands into your overalls, and started walking to the front of the house with Rin quickly joining you at your side.

Satomi had just finished up loading the pull cart as you came around. Looking up she nodded at the two of you as you approached, placing her hands on her hips she looked over the cart once more.

The bottles of milk were placed inside two wooden crates that had cloth stuffed in between them to keep them from hitting against one another and possibly chipping or cracking the bottles. The reused egg cartons full of fresh eggs were sitting on top of the milk bottles and cloth. More cloth was laid across the top and a wooden lid was latched atop the box with the entire box strapped to the pull cart. A small sack was tied to the wooden crate as well.

"That should be everything. Mr. Garson is expecting you so there shouldn't be any problems." Satomi pulled a piece of paper from her dress pocket and handed it over to you. "And if you could stop by the herbalist before you head back I would be grateful for it. Doc told me the herbalist was supposed to get in a fresh shipment of herbs and he wants me to practice making some basic medicines. This is the list of what he wanted me to get."

"Are the herbs already paid for?" you asked, taking the list and and giving it a quick look over.

"Doc said that she would put it on his tab. Oh, I also packed you a lunch and some water skins."

You nod at Satomi's reply and put the list in your pocket.

"Thanks, Tomi," you said with a smile. You walked to the front of the cart, picked up the handle and looked over your shoulder to your sisters, "How about we go down to the river to swim when I get back? I know I'm really going to need a good bath before bed tonight."

"Yeah!!" Rin happily cheered.

"We should be done canning by then," Satomi replied with a smile, "so that sounds like a great idea!"

With a wave of your hand you started pulling the cart down the pathway to town.

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The walk to town was uneventful. You simply hummed to yourself or spoke aloud while in thought, having only seen one other person heading the opposite direction when you reached a connecting path. They had simply nodded at you, acknowledging your presence, and continued on their way.

When you reached town around an hour after leaving home, you went straight for the smith master's shop. Seeing the only "friends" you had were Rin and Satomi, you really had no one you could really stop and visit with in town. That and you wanted to avoid running into some of the towns teen aged bullies that tend to wander around looking for their next target.

Mr. Garson's shop door was open, allowing you to poke your head in the shop while still remaining outside to keep on eye on the cart. A boy close to your age with short sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes instantly recognized you upon your appearance.

"Oh, hey Sadashi," Takibi greeted kindly, "here for that boar spear?"

You nodded and made a gesture back behind you with a jerk of your head. "I've got what's been requested for the trade. Your uncle out back?"

"Yeah, go ahead and bring the stuff in and set it on the counter, will yah? I'll go get him."

"Got it." You turned back to the pull cart and walked up to it. You examined that wooden crate and hummed to yourself, wondering how you should proceed.

Unload it one thing at a time or just take the whole crate in?

To a normal short kid your age and size, these wooden crates were far from light. Each crate had a total of six gallons of milk packed in 12 half gallon glass bottles. On top of them were two cartons of a dozen eggs each. All of this together meant these crates were over 70lbs (31.75kg) each, easy. But thanks to the constant hard work you did on your family's farm and your unusual strength, these crates weren't that heavy at all, really. At least, not to you.

Squatting down at the knees and hips while keeping your back straight, you grabbed ahold of the crate's hand holds and carefully stood back up. You turned and carried it to the lower part of the store's counter with ease and gently set the crate down.

By the time you were walking in with the second crate, Takibi and Mr. Garson, Takibi's uncle, were coming out from the back. Takibi's eyes grew a bit wide and Mr. Garson pressed his lips tightly together upon seeing you carry in the large crate so easily on your own. They had seen you use your strength before, but it was always a bit unsettling to them when they saw it up close.

You set the second crate down, avoiding eye contact. You hated it when people you knew would stare. It was bad enough others would stare at you. Worse when they called you names or go as far as to throw rocks at you due to your uncommon hair color alone.

Thankfully, Takibi and his uncle were a couple of the very few people who were actually decent to you. Mr. Garson cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence and came around front with the new boar spear in his hands and a kind smile on his face.

"I do believe this is what you came for, little lady," he said warmly.

To your eyes, the boar spear was an absolute work of art. With a shaft made of dark hardwood, it had a long, razor sharp double edged blade as the spear head which gleamed in the light. There where wings just before the base of the spear head to act as a guard stop preventing the spear from going to far into the target and getting stuck or broken; not to mention stopping an angry boar from rush up the spear at it's attacker. It truly was a master piece. There was just one problem that made you hum in thought and tilt your head with a slight frown.

"It really is nice, but, isn't the shaft too short for papa?"

"Oh, no no, he told me that he was wanting you to down a Razor while he was away..." Mr. Garson paused, the idea of you taking on a Razor Back alone seemed to bother him. But he gave his head a little shake and continued with that he was saying. "So I made this spear better suited for your size!"

Your eyes grew wide with shock. "I-... It's for me?"

You shakily reached out your hands and gingerly took the new spear from Mr. Garson. Despite how deadly this weapon was; it just felt so light, to the point of almost fragile, in your hands. The shaft felt as smooth as worn river rock and the gleam of the spear head reminded you of the reflective surface of water in the sunlight. You slid your hand up to the spear head and ever so carefully brushed your thumb across the blade in the manner you were taught to test the sharpness of it. With nothing more than a feather light touch, the blade bit into the pad of your thumb causing a cut akin to that of a mild paper cut.

"It's perfect.." you breathed. You mannerism caused Mr. Garson to chuckle at your awe. He then extended his hand, wanting you to return the weapon to him. You did so with only brief hesitation. He picked up a leather sheath off the store counter and slid it over the spear head. Then Mr. Garson secured the sheath by wrapping some burlap cloth around it and tied it with some twine. Safety measure he always took for a weapon's journey to it's new home.

"I'm sure you father has gone over how to keep the spear head from becoming dull or rusting," Mr. Garson stated. He then offered it back to you. You went to receive it once again, but stopped.

"Actually, I have another errand I need to run before I can head back home. Is it okay for me to leave my spear and the pull cart here while I run over to Nadera's shop? I have to get some herbs for my sister to work with."

Takibi perked up, "Oh, is Satomi practicing making medicines now?"

"Mmhmm!" You nodded, pride for your little sister showing on your face.

"I'll just leave the spear behind the counter then," Mr. Garson chuckled once again, "Tak can give it to you when you're ready to head home. We should have the crates emptied out and ready to go back with you as well when get back."

"Alright, thank you!" You waved as you turned and ran out of the store, snatching up your lunch bag as you passed the pull cart on your way to the herbalist. You heart felt so light! Your very first spear! You felt as though nothing could ruin this oh so rare, happy mood that you were now in.

That is until you rounded a building corner at your clipped speed and fully collided with someone hard, sending you falling backwards onto you backside. Sitting on the ground, mildly stunned, you shook your head in attempts to get your thoughts back in order. You were vaguely aware of the person you had knocked over moving about the ground just as stunned as you.

"Hey, look, Tsume ," a familiar voice jeered, "it's that purple haired freak!"

Next Chapter: Ch. 11 - Hisoka and Abaki

#hxh imagine #hunterxhunter imagine #hxh oc #hunterxhunter oc #hunterxhunter fanfiction #hxh fanfiction #oc #original character #my oc #oc life story #oc story #Fumiko #chapter story #chapter 10

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sheilarice1 · 5 years ago

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(Silver Death - Part 4)

Ew. I’m old:

"Holy shit."

"What? They aren't that bad. Besides, it was my own damned fault that I got them."

"That are very bad Lady of Silver. Only a great worrier could have walked away from battle with these wounds and survive."

"I'm going to agree with Thor. When I did this, it should have killed you."

"Nah. Hulk did it, not you. Besides I found a medic quick. I am fine. Oh and Thor. I'm no warrior. I am a cold blooded killer, nothing else."

With everyone staring I push back my chair and go back outside. While crossing the yard I can hear them trying to find out how I survived.

The answer is simple really. HYDRA messed with me and gave me serums and shots. I am way to strong for my own good and can heal quicker than most people. Even the famous Captain America.

Allowing my feet to take me where they wish I once again end up in my shed, not working just sitting in the rafters that hold the bay doors up. I have my own little nest up there.

My nest is basically where four joists meet with boards laying around them to make a platform. There are a few books and some blankets and a pillow up there. It's practically the only place I will sleep. Unless Winter is here. He'd have a fit if he new I slept out here.

Without realizing it I start to drift off until I hear voices coming down the ladder shaft.

"She needs an elevator. No wonder she has such great legs."

"Stark that's disgusting. And not everyone can afford to get an elevator."

"I agree with Nat. Don't be looking at her legs like that."

"Steve do you have a crush?!"

"No Tony! I don't even know her!"

"I'm pretty sure that Bucky wouldn't approve of your crush anyway. It's a good idea to keep it hidden."

"Not you to Natasha!"

"Sorry. I'm at the bottom!!"

Took them long enough. Why wouldn't they just slide down? It's so much faster.

Watching them from above they start walking around my shed looking at what I have. There are 4 doors leading off of the main area. That they notice.

Behind the doors are:

A bathroom/laundry room

A parts room

A computer/hacking room

And my armoury

They go to the bathroom, muttering about how small it is (Stark) and how nice the lighting is(Widow). When they go into the armoury and don't come out for 5 minutes I start to get curious. As I am about to jump from my platform they walk out.

Walking to the computer room I start to wonder what I have left running and what is easy to hack. I mean in their group of three-no five, Winter and Scarlett just came down- has Tony Stark an extraordinary computer expert and Black Widow an ex-assassin who hacked into SHEILD.

I'm screwed. They are going to find me out what I have been trying to figure out.

Who am I?

I know that my name is Jessica Rice, from my HYDRA file that I stole one day. It was like I never existed. It makes my job- figuring out who the hell I was- a lot harder.

Either they are going to find my scans for that or the files that I have from when I hacked HYDRA a few weeks back; they were mostly on Winter, and the doctor dude that did shit to us.

Jumping from my platform I turn myself invisible and land gracefully in a roll. By gracefully I mean I land on the heels of my feet creating a loud clapping noise that echoes through the shed.

Hopefully they assume I have dropped something while repairing the jet.

Never mind.

Widow walked out of the computer room with her gun in her hands looking for where the noise originated. Scarlett is trying to find out if anyone else is in the shed by doing her magic stuff.

One of her ribbon things gets a little to close for comfort and I simply side step towards the jet while trying to make absolutely no sound.

Success.

Walking out of the jet in plain sight -with earbuds in so they would assume that I hadn't heard them come in- I stop and look at them.

"Hi,"

"You weren't in there before. Like 10 minutes ago when we were looking for you."

"I was on top. By the way why are there dents on top of the jet?"

"Because Clint likes barrel roles."

"Okay. Anyway how long have you been down here? And what time is it?"

"Well darling-"

"Do. Not. Darling. Me. Stark."

"Okay. Fine, don't need to be such a grouch about it. We've been down here for like 15 minutes."

"What Tony is trying to say is we were looking for you because we were planing on heading into town to get some supplies."

"Thank you for the better explanation Scarlett. Winter why are you glaring at America?"

"Reasons."

"Whatever. Need a ride or are you planing on going on your own?"

"Well I am not sure what is in your town but Natasha was planing on coming with me."

"Okay. Well I can come if you want me to show you around."

"That would be lovely."

Now, why did I do that? She's been trying to get in my head since she got here and even with the failures she won't give up.

"Okay. Stark where'd you wander off to? I don't want you in here unsupervised."

"I'm a professional adult!" Whining now "Why can't I stay?"

"Because I don't want you breaking anything or snooping threw my files, blueprints or trying to hack my computer."

"Harsh. And how did you know that we found your computer?"

Shit. Um. Uh. Drawing a blank. This can't be good. Raise an eyebrow and roll your eyes.

Nodding towards the now closed door that hides the computer room

"I saw you go in there before I hopped down from the roof."

"Ah"

"But you were in there. I'm gonna make sure you didn't mess with anything."

Walking past him I go into my computer room.

My computer room is a dimly lit room that has 5 screens, a TV, a couple speakers and multiple different bits of a computer I took apart on the bench against the side wall. It's nothing special but it is helpful when hacking different places.

Checking the damage he has done is simple. He has barely even touched my computer that gets used the least. And even then only for music.

Rolling my eyes I leave and lock the door. A finger print scanner that is attached to a 5 digit key pad.

"No one answered my second question."

"What was is Silver?"

"What time is it Winter?"

"It was about 11:00am when Wanda and I came down."

I was in my nest for almost 2 hours. Wow. I guess it was more then drifting off.

Nodding towards the ladder they all file in. Stark, America, Scarlett, Widow, Myself then Winter. He is the only one I trust completely out of this whole group so far. But I am hoping to warm up to Hawkeye and Widow, they seem like people I could get along with.

While climbing I allow my mind to drift because they are so slow. Well, Stark is and he's first. My mind goes to the only memory I have as a child.

**flash back thing**

"Mommy look!"

"Jessica where did you find that? It should be locked away."

"The lock is broken mommy."

"Well. For a 4 year old you are pretty smart."

"Yup! 5x5 is 25!

"Who taught you that?"

"Uncle."

"Jessica. You don't have an uncle. Who taught you that?"

"The man with the smart son."

"Do you mean Mr. Howard? My boss?"

"Yes mommy."

"Okay. I'm going to take that and put it back and we are going to pretend hat the lock is not broken okay?"

"Okay! I like the pretend game. I am very good at it!"

"That you are Hun. What do you want to eat for supper?"

"Hmmm. Sgetti!"

"Spaghetti?"

"Yah!"

"Okay. Im gonna go put this away and then we are going to make spaghetti and our special sauce!!"

"Yay!"

I watched my mothers back as she walked dow the hallway to her room. I had picked the lock on mommy safe and was going to show her. But the worried sound in her voice told me not to let her know I picked the lock. But to make up a quick pretend.

**flash back thing over**

"The man with the smart son? You new Tony's dad?"

With Tony just reaching the top he started yelling

"Who new my dad? And I am smart!!"

"Silver new him. She called him her Uncle."

"I was little. He was my mothers boss. She often took me to work and left me with Howard. He enjoyed kids. And Scarlett please stay out of my head. That's practically the only memory that isn't violent and gruesome."

"How old are you?? My dad died in 1991. You said you were 24. The math doesn't add up."

"No. I should be 24. I don't think I was ever put in cryo freeze."

"You. Um. You were in Cryo a few times Silver. Only for about a year or eight each time but. You should be 48." Winter looks nervous while telling me this.

"Ew. I'm old."

With that everyone starts laughing.

"Shut up! Ugh. Are you girls ready for town? I wanna get away from these three."

"No we need to change."

Realizing they were still in the clothes that I gave them when they first arrived I feel guilty.

"You two coulda grabbed anything outta my closet or dresser. Or I shoulda realized you hadn't changed."

"Meh. On missions we don't change very often Silver."

"Are you sure Scarlett?"

"Yes. And so is Natasha."

"Well still sorry."

Making it into the house I send them into my room to pick out their outfits and would Winter aside.

"Don't let Any one into my lab shed thing. Especially Stark."

"Why?"

"I have files on HYDRA that they don't have. That I don't want them to have."

"What are the files on?"

"Me. My death count doubles you and Widows combined. I don't want them to know that."

"Silver. You can trust this team. They will understand."

"No they won't. Not once they see some of the names that are in there. I killed some of their friends and family James. They would hate me if they knew."

"Tony forgives me for killing his parents. The rest would forgive you."

"I doubt it."

With that I walk away and go to my truck. It has bullet proof with tinted windows. When the girls come out of the house they look happy and comfortable.

When they get in Widow sits in the front seat and Scarlett gets into the back. Their smiles disappear quickly.

This was gonna be a fun day.

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eastasianfeelings · 6 years ago

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I want you enough: Taemin

Summary: You have penetrative sex for the first time with your boyfriend Taemin.

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: first-time vaginal intercourse, fingering, eating out, slight possessiveness

You drop it as casually as you can while you’re handing Taemin a condom. “Take it slow, I haven’t had penetrative sex before.”

He’s got the plastic ripped open already before the words sink in.

His head shoots up and he gives you such a shocked look that you almost laugh. “What? Noona… what?”

“I haven’t had sex before,” you repeat, and give him a smile to cover your nerves. “Okay?”

“You haven’t?” he repeats.

“No.”

Taemin just boggles at you for a solid five seconds. Then he swallows and sits back on the bed, erection swaying with him. “I…”

When he doesn’t say anything more, you check, “Are you okay with that?” You’re not going to coerce him into deflowering you, after all.

“It’s not that I’m not okay with it,” he clarifies, eyes shooting up to yours. “But—I’ve never had sex with a virgin.”

“Me neither,” you joke, but his frown doesn’t ease in the slightest. “Hey. It’s all right. We don’t have to have sex right now, okay?” You sit upright and reach for your bra; your breasts are getting cold.

“No, wait.” Taemin reaches forward, then hesitates. “I just don’t want to do something wrong, or hurt you, or… or anything like that, for your first time.”

You toss him a smile and a joke to ease his consternation. “Then should I have sex with someone else first?”

His eyes grow huge. Then he lunges at you, and suddenly you’re falling backward into the bed with an “oof”.

“No.” He stares down at you with an almost panicked expression, hands planted by your shoulders. “No, noona, no.”

“Yah, you know I’m just kidding.” You pat his chest and try to sit upright again. “Let me up.”

“No,” he repeats. You look up just as he leans in, and you take his kiss right on the lips.

You’re once again flattened into the bed as Taemin works your mouth open with urgent kisses, continuously angling his head to find the best fit and leaving you breathless. While he’s sliding his tongue into your mouth, he gets a hand under your back to yank your bra free. You’d only gotten one arm in; he lifts away from you just long enough to slip the bra off you and toss it to the side, and then he wraps his hands around your face and plunges back in for another kiss.

Your breath comes hard when you finally manage to extract your tongue from his. “Taemin-ah,” you manage, gripping onto his biceps. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, okay?”

“I want to.” He sounds 100% sure of it now, even though there’s still a scowl on his face as his gaze drifts down your body.

“Then why do you look so serious?”

His eyes flash back up to yours. “You’re not going to have sex with someone else first.”

Is that what he’s stuck on? “Of course not,” you soothe, “it was a joke.”

With a disgruntled huff, Taemin shifts downward and places his palms against the inside of your thighs. “You know you’re mine.”

He’s close enough to you that you squirm at the feel of his breath. “Taemin-ah, I was joking—”

You cut off with a strangled yelp as Taemin firmly spreads you, lowers his head and licks up your labia right to your clit.

“Mine,” he mumbles again, and then starts sucking.

“Tae—Taemin.” You’re not prepared at all for the sensations that come washing through your body, and somehow the unexpectedness magnifies the pleasure tenfold. Mindlessly you reach down to grab Taemin’s hair, and you don’t even know if you want to pull him closer or push him away.

“Mm.” He gives a small moan when you tug, and the sound has you clenching around nothing as your hips jerk.

“God—” You release your grip, not wanting to hurt him, but then he decides to slide a finger into you. “Oh, god, Taemin.”

He lifts his head immediately, eyes on your face. “Does it hurt?”

“No, no, no,” you say hastily, hips still moving on instinct. “Don’t stop.”

“I’ll try more fingers, okay?” he says, tone lowering, and you shiver in anticipation before arching and squeaking as Taemin gently works another finger into you. And then one more.

“Noona.” His voice is so low it’s almost gone. “You’re so tight, noona… fuck.”

You can’t even reply. The feeling of having his fingers in you, of having him in you, is so different to the one or two sex toys you’ve tried in the past. You reach down to touch your clit, but that draws Taemin’s attention back there, and he pushes your hand away to take your place.

He wraps his tongue around your clit and curls his fingers deep. Several strokes and one long, sucking kiss later, the tension inside you reaches its breaking point.

“God—” You arch against him, gasping in a series of staggered breaths, and he somehow knows what to do, knows to pull the pleasure out for as long as possible, fingers and mouth working together to leave you twitching and shuddering.

Eventually you have to shoo his hands away. “Okay, okay,” you pant out. “Enough.”

Taemin shifts back up the bed, licking his lips, and it’s so unexpectedly carnal that your internal muscles clench at the sight. “How is it?” he asks, voice still husky. “How do you feel? Three fingers was all right?”

“Yes, more than all right,” you reassure him, and reach down to gently clasp his erection. Teasingly, you add, “Though I think this is a little bigger than three fingers.”

He sucks in a breath when you run your hand down his length once. “I don’t want to hurt you, noona.”

There’s so much concern and care in his voice. “Taemin-ah. Do you know why I haven’t had sex yet?”

“Why?”

“It’s because I never met someone who I liked enough to turn me on that much.” Idly you squeeze your hand around the base of his cock.

Shooting you a frown, Taemin takes your wrist and pulls it away from him. “Don’t play with me, I’m trying to listen to you.”

“Oh, sorry.” You chuckle and sit up a little more against the wall.

He scoots closer to keep the distance between you non-existent. “You were saying?”

“Right.” You relocate your train of thought. “So, I’m basically just not interested in sex unless the other person turns me on enough. And nobody I’ve dated in the past has met that threshold.”

Taemin’s looking at you with wide eyes.

“What I’m saying is: you turn me on enough that I want to have sex with you,” you say as matter-of-factly as you can, and reach up to chuck his chin.

He visibly swallows. “I’m… that’s… that’s really hot.” The words tumble out like a confession.

You have to chuckle again. “I think you’re really hot, too.”

As he leans in to press a fervent kiss to your lips, your hands land on his dick again. It just happens to be right within reach, and when you close your grip around it Taemin jerks a little and breaks away.

“Noona,” he complains again, but when he goes to remove your hands, you speak up.

“My point is, Taemin-ah—” You squeeze a little to emphasize your words, ignoring his twitches. “—even if it’s not amazing the first time, I want to do it. I want you enough. Okay?”

“Okay.” He nods, gazing at you with a heady mixture of lust and love, and reaches for your thighs.

“If it hurts, though,” you add, “you better stop when I say so.”

Taemin freezes to shoot you an offended glare. “Of course I’ll stop. I’ll stop whenever you tell me to, noona!”

“Okay, okay, just making sure.” You suppress a smile at how outraged he looks. “Now, are you moving or not?”

“Ugh.” With a frankly adorable grumble, he drops down to ease two fingers into you again. “Can’t believe you’d even imply that.”

“Hey, come on, I don’t need any more foreplay.” You reach down to grab at his wrist, but he sinks deep into you with determination, and it’s pretty hot to see his forearm disappearing between your thighs.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he bites out, eyes laser-focused on your sex. “I won’t.”

“I know, Tae, I know.”

“So I’m going to prepare you.” With that firm statement, he presses his index and middle finger up to make space for his ring finger and pinky to slide into you as well.

“Oh.” You arch involuntarily at the sensation. His hand, almost his entire hand, is pushing inside your vagina, and somehow the aching stretch is a little different again, as if one more finger means that much more.

“All right?”

You nod repeatedly and try to keep from arching again so you can look him in the eye. “It’s all right, it’s good, I’m fine—” You squeak when he rotates his hand and stretches your walls.

“See?” His voice has lowered to a murmur again. “Still so tight.”

“That’s because you made me come twice already.”

“Are you complaining?” He shoots you a look from under his lashes.

“I’m just saying, I’m well and aroused by now.”

Finally, Taemin withdraws his hand, curling his fingers up one last time at your entrance just to see you shudder. He takes a breath, positions himself and then reaches down to press his cock against you.

“Tell me if it’s okay,” he says, voice low and breathy, and pushes.

“Ah—” You squirm as the muscle around your entrance resists instinctively. It’s a stretch you’re only starting to become familiar with; your body isn’t yet sure whether it likes or not.

Taemin’s stopped immediately at your small squeak. “It hurts?” he asks anxiously.

“Not hurt—but—” You reach down and take hold of his cock. Taemin sucks in a quick breath, but you’re focusing on tilting him to find the angle that’s worked before, with your toys. If you ease him in this way—tilt your hips and focus on the eroticism of the stretch—

“Oh God,” Taemin moans as he slides in a third of the way. You release him with a pant and plop your head back onto your pillow, staring at the ceiling as you focus on the sensations inside you.

“Noona? Is it okay?” His voice is starting to sound a little strained.

You look back at him to find his eyes almost glowing with need, a need that you don’t feel you can fulfill at this moment. “It’s okay, but—I think I need to take it slow. Slower. How about I suck you off first and then we try again later?” you propose.

But Taemin narrows his eyes and shakes his head. “Don’t apologize. I want to do this for you. With you.” He readjusts his position, leaning forward to brace his hands on either side of you, and takes a steadying breath. “Slower is fine,” he says, looking into your eyes.

You can’t doubt the sincerity in his gaze. So you place your hands around his waist and slowly experiment with small hip movements this way and that, doing your best to make sure that you’re relaxed enough to take him.

When you feel completely comfortable, you dig your fingers into his back. “A little bit more.”

“Yes,” Taemin breathes, and his hips press forward again.

With your legs spread at the right angle, he penetrates more easily this time, and you find that the stretched feeling at your entrance doesn’t change for the worse when he goes deeper. In fact—

“How far in are you?” you check.

Taemin closes his eyes for a second, then re-opens them. Sweat lines his neck. “Almost all the way,” he says, and swallows hard.

“Hm. It doesn’t feel worse when you go deeper.”

“I’d hope not.” A tiny furrow makes its way between his brows.

“But I thought it’d feel more obvious how far you are inside me.”

“Can I… can I keep…?”

“Hm? Oh. Yes.” You squeeze his lean waist again. “Come in—”

Then you’re cutting yourself off because he’s bottomed out and you can feel the rest of him at your entrance. The press of his balls has you stoppered up like you’re a wine bottle or something. Taemin lowers himself to his forearms around you, his face ducked into your neck.

“Noona.” He clears the rough huskiness from his throat. “How is it?”

You reach further around him, enjoying the feel of his muscular ass under your squeezing fingers. “It’s okay. Are you okay?”

“Yes. Definitely.” Taemin lifts his head and locks eyes with you; his face is thoroughly flushed. “More than okay.” His arms are trembling slightly on either side of you. “It feels so—”

Almost involuntarily, he rolls his hips into you, surprising a gasp out of you.

Immediately he apologizes: “I’m sorry, noona, I’m sorry. You just feel—it’s just—”

You lean up, gripping onto him for support, and peck him on the mouth. “It’s okay, Taemin-ah, it doesn’t hurt. I just didn’t expect it.”

“Do you want me to pull out?” he asks anxiously.

“No.” Experimentally, you clench your inner muscles. That sends a sharp shudder through him and an unexpected thrill of pleasure through you: it helps you feel how deep he is in you, and also stimulates the nerves at the entrance of your vagina.

You want more, more of that stimulation.

“Can you move a little?” You push at him to get him to withdraw.

“Ah, yes.” With a gulp, Taemin moves his hips back, dragging his erection out of you. The movement doesn’t feel like much inside you, but the hot pull of his dick against your outer lips has you shivering.

“Keep going like that,” you say, while your hand reaches down. The shiver turns into a full-blown sizzle when your fingers find your clit. You can’t help closing your eyes at the burst of sensation as you work the nerves and Taemin slowly works his cock back into you.

“How does it feel?” he asks, breathless.

You don’t bother opening your eyes; you’re too focused on the pleasure you can feel building at your fingertips. “Um—” You cant your hips upward without meaning to, and the movement causes you to meet one of Taemin’s careful thrusts full-on. Your eyes pop open at the sensation. “Oh.”

“Fuck,” Taemin nearly whimpers, and he lowers himself even closer to you as his hips rock into yours. And still he’s asking, “Noona, tell me, is it okay?”

But now at this angle his pelvic bone is pressing at just the right spot, creating just the pressure you know you need to reach what you’re reaching for. Your free hand grabs for his ass and you pull him hard into you, asking him wordlessly to press himself as close as he can. And somehow he reads your mind, reads your body, rocks his hips in short, deep thrusts against you that send his pelvis scraping over you quickly and repeatedly against that spot, and that’s how you go over.

“Ah—!” Your breath escapes in a cry when your muscles seize. Pleasure washes through you in waves and sends your thoughts spinning, your eyes squeezed tight shut as the orgasm takes over your mind. You don’t even notice how tightly you’re clenched around Taemin until a groan breaks out of him, rough and desperate, and he buries himself into you with a thrust hard enough to jolt.

“Oof.” The air is squeezed out of your lungs as Taemin collapses on top of you, chest heaving.

“Noona,” he breathes in your ear, “I love you.”

The remainders of your orgasm and his weight upon you keep you from replying, but you pat him weakly on the back, hoping to convey the same sentiment.

Apparently that’s not enough, because after a few expectant moments go by, Taemin lifts himself to look you in the eyes. “Noona?”

You catch your breath, smile at him and say, “I love you, too.”

His eyes soften into the most adorable expression, and he leans down to kiss you, taking his time and lingering at every sensual angle. Eventually you need air, so you push at his shoulders to get him to let you up. He takes your hand in his, pins it to the bed and continues to lavish your mouth with kisses.

You resort to squirming under him, throwing him off enough to duck away and get some air in. “Taemin-ah,” you say quickly before he can lock onto your lips again. “Air.”

With a pout, Taemin draws back, eyes still focused on your mouth. He looks so sexily tousled that you have half a mind to initiate the kiss again yourself, but you manage to get yourself under control.

“Are you going to… stay… inside?” you ask.

“Hm?” He tears his eyes away from your lips and looks down. “Oh!” He pulls himself upright, finally allowing more than an inch of space between your bodies, and gently withdraws, drawing a wince from you.

Taemin frowns at you while he ties the used condom and wraps it in a tissue to throw out. “Does it hurt? Are you sore?”

“A little sore, yeah,” you admit, gingerly closing your thighs.

He resettles himself beside you and wraps his arms around you. “I’m sorry,” he says, peering into your face.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” You press a kiss to his cheek.

He nuzzles into you. “It’s just… I mean, I know it’s harder for women to orgasm through, you know, penetration.”

“Yeah,” you agree, “the penetration itself wasn’t that interesting, to be honest.”

“Interesting?”

“It didn’t feel like much, past a certain point,” you elaborate. “You inside me, I mean.”

“It didn’t feel like much?” he repeats again. “But… you had an orgasm, right?”

“Yes, I did, don’t worry. The stimulation and the friction was pretty nice.” You kiss his cheek again. “It’s different. A different way to be close to you. It’s not bad at all.”

“And you weren’t faking it?” he double-checks.

You have to laugh. “Taemin-ah, do you think I’m the type to fake orgasms?”

“I hope not. But who knows if your exes were terrible in bed.” He tugs you a little tighter into his arms.

You’re still chuckling. “You don’t have to go making yourself jealous on purpose, you know.”

“I’m not making myself jealous on purpose,” Taemin grumps.

“Then don’t think about my exes, okay?”

He reaches down and cups a hand over your sex. “And you, don’t think about your exes either.”

“Do you think I was before you brought them up?”

“Hmph.” Taemin bites at your collarbone, then shifts downward to place both hands against your thighs.

“Taemin-ah, what are you do—”

“Making sure you don’t think about anyone than me.” His breath fans over your sensitive opening.

You try to pull him away, futilely. “Come on, you know I don’t—”

“And making sure you’re not faking it,” he says huskily against your clit, and proceeds to make sure, repeatedly.

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sammysdewysensitiveeyes · 5 years ago

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Another self-indulgent fan-fic, this time with Blob and Pyro drinking, fighting, talking, and bonding over bullying a teenager.

This was an attempt to give Blob a little more depth beyond just the crass asshole of the Brotherhood, and show that he’s got some feelings, too. I also wanted to deal with some stuff with Pyro that Marauders hasn’t really gotten into, especially his death and relationship with the rest of the Brotherhood. There’s also some discussion of Pyro/Avalanche. I will forever headcanon original Pyro as a closeted gay man, who had a kind of undefined friends with benefits thing going on with Avalanche (I don’t care how many fantasy Jean Greys he kisses in Marauders), and who still feels uncomfortable being open about it, even if attitudes have changed somewhat.

Warnings for - Very nasty language, some body-shaming from Pyro, some discussion of homophobia. Blob says some things that maybe aren’t quite homophobic, but kind of insensitive. Behind a read-more, because it wound up being long.

Pyro was absolutely not nervous when he knocked on the door of the small habitat building nestled just at the edge of the Krakoan jungle. It was a nice spot, with one window offering a view of the beach, but the trees providing a bit of protection from tropical storms. There was a little garden plot to one side, so neatly and delicately arranged that he wondered if the man he was there to see had a tidier room-mate.

He wasn’t nervous. And he hadn’t been putting this off, he’d just been busy. He’d fallen in with a whole new team, after all, who had accepted him with a surprising amount of tolerance, and he was spending most of his time having high-seas adventures. Not much time on Krakoa itself, to drop in on an old….friend? Acquaintance? Former team-mate who could snap his spine in half if he happened to be in a foul mood? Pyro wasn’t sure exactly where he stood with any of them now. But he wasn’t nervous. Sod that.

The door swung open, the view inside immediately blocked by the massive fleshy mountain that was Frederick J. Dukes, the immovable object.

“Hey Fred. I brought booze.” Pyro held up the wine bottle like a peace offering between them. It was entirely possible he was about to get his face bashed in, or possibly smother to death under Blob’s sizable buttocks. And sure, he’d get resurrected, but he wasn’t keen to go through all that unpleasantness.

“Aww, hey matchstick! Get in here!” Blob grinned and swung an arm around him, practically clobbering him forward into the living room. “Where ya been?”

“Um….dead, mostly. Yah know,” Pyro quipped, not willing to admit to the relief that was flooding into his chest. Because he hadn’t been nervous. He had just been…curious….to see where he stood with the mutants who had been his team-mates for years. Just wanted to catch up and see how they were.

(To see if they all hated him.)

“Haw, haw, yeah, don’t I know it. You shoulda seen Avalanche cryin’ into his beer over that,” Blob guffawed, pulling him in close and hugging him against his side. Pyro could smell body odor and coconut oil.

“He cried, huh?” He murmured, his mouth muffled against pillowy flesh.

“Blubbered like a damn baby.” Fred released him so that he could step back and gasp air.

“What’d you do to your face, man? You going emo on me, now? C’mon, buck up. You only died the one time. Not like those X-Men, they got a whole revolving door thing going.”

“It’s not emo,” Pyro protested, running his hand over the skull tattoo covering most of his face. “It’s ‘cause I’m a pirate. I’m runnin’ round with the Marauders. We’re wrecking ships and stealing supplies, it’s a blast.”

Blob scoffed. “You’re running around with X-Men, matchstick. You’re basically an X-Man, now.”

“The hell I am!” Now Pyro really felt insulted. “I’m not wearing an X anywhere. We’re the Marauders, not the X-Marauders or whatever. We’re pirates, doin’ pirate things! Like fighting the military and helping mutant kids get to Krakoa – “ Except that wasn’t exactly what pirates did, was it? That was more of a hero-type deal. “-and sinking ships –“ and delivering medicine to people that needed it around that globe, but Pyro wasn’t going to mention that. Even if it did give him a bit of a warm glow in his chest to be helping the sick and desperate. He knew what it was like to be sick and desperate.

“Everyone on that ship is a goody-two shoes X-Man!” Blob sneered. “Storm, that phasing girl, Ice-nerd.”

“Bishop’s pretty cool,” Pyro felt the need to interject. The man could fight, and he respected that. He was also extremely good looking, something Pyro tried to not notice.

“Still an X-Man. You’re one a them now. I shoulda expected it after the way you died.” Blob stepped back from him, shaking his head. And oh, there it was.

It didn’t seem quite fair. Pyro couldn’t even remember what he’d done. What he’d been thinking at the time.

“I mean….does it really matter?” He tried. “We’re all one big happy mutant family on Krakoa now. Xavier and Magneto getting all chummy. Seems like the X-Men and the Brotherhood don’t even exist anymore.”

“Seems ta me like there’s a bunch of X-Teams and no Brotherhood. They split up all us nasty “bad” mutants and stuck them on teams with the wussy good guys ta keep us in line. Except when they need their dirty work done, then they’ll send out those of us with criminal records. I dunno who’s really running the show on Krakoa, but it ain’t the Brotherhood.” Blob slumped down on his sofa, but gestured to Pyro to sit in one of the chairs. At least he wasn’t being thrown out.

“Guess you might be right there,” he mused, tossing himself down sideways across the chair, both legs hanging over one arm. The X-Men were in an awful lot of positions of power, even with the attempts to balance the Council. And they seemed to dominate most of the island’s strike teams.

“I guess there are more of them than there are of us.”

“Guess running a school for mutant kids is better recruitment strategy than a creepy dude in a metal helmet that’ll throw his own people under the bus in a heartbeat. Did I ever tell ya about how he chucked an explosive at me? And that was back he was tryin’ to recruit me!”

“Many times, Freddie,” Pyro was a little relieved that the conversation was meandering away from his own status – X-Man, Brotherhood member, Krakoan or whatever the hell he now was. He wasn’t sure himself.

“Wine?” He held out the bottle again. Blob swiped it and held it up between two fingers with another guffaw.

“What is this, matchstick, booze for ants? That ain’t gonna be thimbleful for me.”

“Oh, but this is a very special bottle, Freddie.” Pyro took the bottle back. “Have ya got a bucket? I’m gonna be like Christ with the loaves and fishes here.”

“Doncha mean water into wine? That was one of the miracles, right?” Blob came back with a massive stew pot.

“Yeah, but there’s no water involved here. Watch and marvel!” He upended the bottle with a dramatic flourish. Moments later, Blob’s mouth dropped open as the stew pot was half-way filled, and the bottle showed no signs of emptying.

“Ain’t that a hell of a trick. What’s the deal, Aussie? Some kind of mystical Outback dream-time thing?”

“Nah, just a bribe from a wizard. Bottomless bottle. Never runs out.” Technically, Dr. Strange had offered the gift as a gesture to the entire island. But technically didn’t matter, because Strange had given the bottle directly to him, which meant it was basically his. He certainly wasn’t going to hand it over to the Council to use in their fancy-pants secret meetings. Better to keep it among the people, right? Pyro was willing to share. A bit.

“Well, tell Harry Potter thanks. That’s one hell of a gift.”

“Who?”

“C’mon, don’t fuck with me. You haven’t been dead that long.”

“True,” Pyro grinned. But being dead was certainly a convenient excuse for bowing out of whatever must-see pop culture phenomenon he was supposed to be familiar with. “Sorry mate, I was dead at the time,” usually shut people up.

Blob took the full bucket, downed half in one gulp, and held it out again for more. Pyro took a moment to fill his own glass to the brim before pouring again.

“Damn, that’s good stuff. Usually bulk wine is pretty crappy.” Fred licked his lips in appreciation.

“I wouldn’t know the difference,” Pyro shrugged. He’d gotten invited to a few fancy parties, way back in the day when he was journalist/writer St. John Allerdyce and “Pyro” didn’t exist. But it hadn’t exactly refined his palate. He’d rather have a full goon bag to himself than a dainty little glass of something aged and expensive.

“Well, we can’t all be sophisticated gourmets,” Blob said airily, swirling the wine around and giving it a sniff. “French grapes, I’d say. Black currant, acai, cherry, and just a hint of chocolate. Probably a ’78 or ’79.” He proceeded to down half the stew-pot again.

“Freddie me lad, you are absolutely full of shit.” Pyro obligingly poured a refill. Maybe he should get some kind of stand for the bottle, or he’d be doing this all night.

“I aim to be full of wine, so keep pouring, toothpick,” Blob laughed. They lapsed into a moment of comfortable silence while Pyro finally had a chance to drain his own glass.

“So how’s it feel to be back in the land of the living?” Blob ventured. “Ya know they cured that Virus just a few months after you croaked. Ain’t that a kick in the teeth?”

“I wasn’t gonna last a few months at that point. I wasn’t gonna last even a few days, so…whatever.” Pyro shrugged. He still couldn’t remember the moment of his death, but he remembered some of the time leading up to it, feeling incredibly frail, and wondering every night if he would wake up in the morning. Is it gonna be tonight? Today? Will I just drop dead trying to walk down the street? Even if some miracle cure had appeared, he suspected he would have been too far gone at that point.

“It’s just good to be healthy again,” he added. And wasn’t that the truth. Just walking around, breathing the ocean air freely and without pain had been heavenly. He’d made it a point to get laid the first time the Marauders spent the night in Taipei – hadn’t seen any of that action for months before his death. He didn’t want to touch anyone after the diagnosis (he was a selfish bastard, but not so selfish as to potentially spread the disease), and pretty soon pain and fatigue had meant his cock was the furthest thing from his mind.

“Yeah, I bet. Ya made a real spectacular flame-out at the end, there,” Blob said, and there was something left hanging in the air at the end of that sentence. What Pyro might have called a “pregnant pause,” in one of his novels. He gulped down another large swallow of wine.

“Yeah that was….I dunno. I dunno what I was thinking, exactly.” He hadn’t been able to believe it when Mystique showed him the headlines. Sure he’d tried to help her save her shitty racist spawn Graydon Creed (a spectacular failure, thanks to X-Factor), but it had still been him playing Follow the Leader, trusting Mystique to know the right thing to do. Apparently he’d made that final decision completely on his own – turning on his comrades to save the man they’d once tried to assassinate. He didn’t like to look at the articles – all splashed with that one famous picture of Kelly cradling his dead body. It made him feel sick to look at it.

Blob just grunted in response, and the silence became uncomfortable. Pyro sighed.

“All right, you want me to say it? I’m sorry. I’m sorry for turning on you guys. I can’t say I’m sorry for protecting Kelly. I guess I thought it was the right thing to do at the time, and I’ll stand by that. But I’m sorry for going against you guys. And especially for killing Post.” Blob snorted, but held the stewpot out for more wine.

“You were gettin’ real soft near the end there, toothpick. Can’t completely blame ya, I guess. You were starin’ death right in the face, and Legacy was probably eating away at your brain. Avalanche said you seemed half-delirious near the end, whenever he went to see ya.”

“Maybe I was.” Time had gotten fuzzy back then – long patches of confused dream-like haze, punctuated by sharp, painful clarity. Dominic would be there one moment and gone the next, conversations evaporating mid-sentence. He’d lay down for a moment in the morning and wake up in the evening two days later.

“It was just all starting to seem a bit pointless, ya know?” He continued after another swig of wine. “All that violence….well, I won’t deny it was fun. I don’t need an excuse to start a fight. But it was also for a cause, right? And things just kept getting worse no matter what we did. I guess I just thought….if I could change the guy’s mind, maybe things would be different.”

“Well, ya did change his mind, I’ll give you that. Too bad he got himself killed right after that,” Fred smirked.

“Yeah. That’s the real kick in the teeth. More than dying before the cure, really. Bloody pointless.” Pyro poured again.

“I reckon everyone was pissed at me, yeah?” At least the wine was giving him the courage to ask certain questions.

“Heh, yer lucky you croaked when ya did, really.” Blob grinned. It was not a nice grin. “I woulda snapped you in half for Post, invalid or no. Lady Mastermind wasn’t real pleased, either. But you ain’t really here to ask about how I felt, are ya? You wanna know whether yer boyfriend is pissed at ya.”

Pyro was suddenly sitting up very straight, tension running up and down his spine.

“The fuck did you say?” he snapped.

“Oh, come off it, man. Don’t act like I’m stupid! I know you had this whole ‘don’t ask, don’t tell thing’ going on back in the day, but I figured it out. We all did.”

“I don’t know what you’re blathering on about, mate,” Pyro said, each word coldly annunciated. The tension from his spine was spooling tight in his mid-section. “You’ve been watching too many soap operas.”

“You’re the one that watches that crap, matchstick. I gotta listen to you talk about ‘Home and Away’ every time you get smashed. But don’t change the fucking subject.”

“What subject? Some made-up bullshit you imagined in your head?” Pyro’s hands were clenched tight around the glass. Some logical part of his mind wondered why he was even making a fuss about this. Times had changed a great deal in the years that he’d been floating in a void of nonexistence. Iceman was openly gay, Mystique referred to Destiny as her wife, and no one batted an eye.

But still. When Pyro was growing up, you didn’t say it. You didn’t dare say it, because it would it ruin you, at best, and possibly get you killed, at worst. It had been something he’d kept locked up tight in his chest, even when he was boldly and proudly “coming out” as a mutant. And what he’d shared with Dominic over the years, secret little intimate moments slipped under the surface of their public friendship, had always rested on a foundation of silence. They didn’t talk about what they did. Didn’t even really acknowledge it to each other or try to define it. It was their own special, private thing, and it was meant to remain unspoken.

And now, here was Fred J. Dukes putting his fat, clumsy, grubby hands all over it, like a toddler smearing chocolate on a cashmere sweater.

“Quit bein’ so stubborn about it,” Blob continued. “Ya think I’m stupid, that I couldn’t figure it out? You guys were always slipping off together, locking your door. Fuck man, I heard you two dumbshits in the shower together a couple of times when we were doing that Freedom Force thing. My room was right next door, you know. Haw!” His laughter was an ugly sound.

“What, were you getting off on it?” Pyro snarled. “Were you alone in your room jerking it to us, you fat fuck? Probably the only action you ever see, ain’t it? Assuming you can even find your dick.” He paused, suddenly wishing he could hook the words back into his mouth, because he’d basically just admitted to it, hadn’t he? But he didn’t think he could stop now if he tried, with the anger burning in his chest, a familiar, almost comforting heat.

“No, I was just sick of you both lying about it. Pretending it wasn’t happening, and making the rest of us pretend, too! Acting like we’re all idiots!” Blob was on his feet now, red-faced.

“Well, you never made that very hard, did ya, Freddie?”

“Ya know what?” And Blob had suddenly grabbed him by the shoulder with one meaty hand. “I’m tired of your bullshit!” Then Pyro found himself flung across the room, smashing into the wall and knocking crockery down to shatter on the floor. Maybe he was going to get his spine snapped after all – but the way he felt at the moment he didn’t much care.

“You always act so superior, like you’re sooooo much smarter than me. What, just ‘cause you wrote some crappy books to help lonely women get their panties all moist?! ”

“At least I know how to write. Least I can get a woman wet,” Pyro quipped, while trying to climb to his feet. Hell, Blob had just handed him that one, hadn’t he? There was a blur at the edge of his vision, and suddenly Blob had grabbed the front of his shirt and tossed him again.

“You ain’t smarter than me!” Pyro could hear Blob bellowing through the ringing in his ears. “You and Avalanche always acted like you were better than ol’ Fred Dukes, gangin’ up on me all the time. Well, I danced on both of your graves, didn’t I? I’m glad you died like you did. Mr. Smart Fancy-pants, wasting away to nothing. It was funny!” Blob was towering over him, fists clenched. Pyro raised his wrist and sent a jet of flame up at the man, mentally intensifying it enough to hurt as he darted for the door.

“Augh! Pyro, you asshole,” Blob roared, slapping at the flames on his clothing. They’d keep right on burning if Pyro wanted them to, and he had half a mind to let them. Why not have a pig roast right there on the beach? But in another moment he shook his head and let the fire gutter out. Perhaps a mistake, as Fred charged out through the door.

“Don’t think you’re getting away, you skinny little fucker.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Freddie, just getting myself a little more room,” Pyro said through clenched teeth. “Go ahead and come at me if ya wanna get burned again.”

Apparently Blob did wanna get burned again, because he ran at Pyro, arm raised to swing. Pyro shot out another blast of fire at Dukes as he dove out of his path. Blob tried to duck, but it was hard dodge fire that Pyro could mentally send wherever he pleased. That was one advantage he’d always enjoyed over the fire-producing mutants. This time it singed Blob’s eyebrows and licked at his shoulders. Blob howled.

“Cut that shit out!”

“What, so you can hit me again? Ya know, this is why no one likes you, Blob! You’re always flying off the handle. Gotta turn everything into some big fight. I was tryin’ ta be friendly, coming here- “

“Bullshit! You didn’t come here for me, you came here for news. You wanted to know if your boyfriend hated ya after what you did. You only came to me because I’m the only one here who was with the group when it all went down. The only one let alive, anyway.”

“I came to you ‘cause I wanted to drink with ya, Blob. And you started acting like a dick, like ya always do!” Pyro protested, although he couldn’t quite suppress a guilty twinge. Blob wasn’t entirely wrong…and if Avalanche was alive again, it probably would have taken him even longer to get around to visiting Dukes.

“You’re the one who started getting all hot under the collar when I was just tryin’ ta talk to ya! But I ain’t surprised, I know where I rate! None of you assholes give a shit about me!” Blob charged again. Pyro sent more fire swirling towards him.

“You wanna keep getting singed, Freddie, I could do this all da – oof!” Pyro grunted as Blob ran right through the fire and slammed into him, shoulder first, knocking him back into the well-tended vegetable garden.

“Pyro, you jerk, I worked on that for weeks!”

“Ya knocked me right into it, ya stupid wanker!” Pyro jumped to his feet, brushing ruined squash and pumpkin off his uniform. “I’ve been pulling punches, but if you come at me again, I will absolutely barbeque you, you fat piece of shit. Then you can wait in line for resurrection behind all the people that actually deserve to be alive and breathing right now!”

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me gone, and you all alone with your precious Dominic and your new X-Men friends. I know you wouldn’t miss me. Nobody would! Ya know I tried to kill myself, back when I lost my powers? And who was there for me? No one, that’s who!”

“….ya tried to kill yourself?” Pyro paused for a moment. Dropping his guard was a mistake, as Blob charged again and belly-slammed him several feet away. It might have done some damage if he hit a tree, but luckily he just rolled on the soft sand.

“Freddie, wait, what’s this about – “

“It was a fucking nightmare. I had huge folds of skin hanging off my body. I looked like….like melted wax or something. Couldn’t go out. Couldn’t look at myself in the mirror. It hurt just to move. I tried…tried to cut my own throat, and I couldn’t even get through the skin. And none of the Brotherhood lifted a goddamn finger to help me! You had Dominic holdin’ your hand and cryin’ over ya, ya think anyone spared a thought for me?!”

Pyro clambered to his feet, feeling uncomfortable. Angry Blob he was used to. People called Pyro a hothead (and maybe it was just a little bit true), but anger seemed to constantly run under the surface with Fred, coloring every interaction – snide remarks during briefings, playful banter quickly turning into explosive outbursts, laughter that always had a cruel undertone, always at someone else’s expense. But this was new. Fred’s voice was shaky, threatening to crack.

“Freddie, are ya serious? Look mate, I didn’t know. I was – “ Dead, he was about to say. But they were interrupted as a sudden telekinetic force lifted Pyro off his feet, leaving him flailing uselessly in the air.

“The fuck?” Blob slurred. Something was tugging at him, a psychic force attempting to lift him skyward. Attempting, and failing, as he remained solidly on the ground.

“Haw! Who’s tryin’ ta lift me?” he laughed, digging his feet into the sand for good measure. “Ya must be really stupid, whoever you are!”

The pressure around Blob increased, and the sand at his feet flattened as Blob pushed down with his personal gravity field.

“Keep tryin’, Chuckles! That tickles!” Blob yelled.

“Hey, whoever you are? You wanna put me the hell down?” Pyro called out, from a good six feet in the air. “Unless you wanna see me blow chunks all over this beautiful beach.” He’d been tipped partially upside-down, which was really not helping his drunken nausea.

“All right, that’s enough, lad. We’re just here to break it up, and it’s broken up.” Banshee stepped out of the jungle, accompanied by a scowling boy with pink hair that Pyro didn’t recognize.

“Aww, are you the one tryin’ ta lift me off the ground?” Blob cooed nastily. “That’s cute. Nice effort, kiddo, but ya obviously didn’t do your homework. Nothing moves the Blob!”

“I could telekinetically hurl you into the sun, you simple-minded tub of lard,” the boy snapped. “I’m only holding back because of Krakoan rules. But by all means, feel free to try my patience.”

“Try my patience?” Pyro repeated incredulously. “Hey Freddie, this kid thinks he’s Magneto or something. Simmer down, junior.” Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to be mocking the mutant who was telekinetically holding him suspended in the air, but booze had ruined Pyro’s already less-than-stellar decision making skills.

“It’s Kid Omega,” the boy corrected, and whatever he wanted to say next was drowned out by Pyro and Blob’s obnoxious, jeering laughter.

“Kid Omega, you’ve gotta be bloody kidding me! That’s so adorable!” Pyro stopped laughing as the boy bounced him up and down in the air a few times. “Seriously, ya don’t wanna do that. I’m gonna – “ he interrupted himself by spewing wine and stomach fluids all over the ground below him.

“Gross, dude,” Blob said casually.

“Listen, we’re here because you boys are causing a public disturbance,” Banshee said, hands on his hips. “Remember, you’re expected to follow certain rules and keep the peace if you wanna stay on Krakoa. Pyro, I thought you might be better than this since you joined Kate’s crew, but I guess you’re still just as dumb and violent as always. I don’t think Storm’ll be pleased to hear about this.”

“Aww, c’mon mate, “ Pyro sputtered, still trying to spit the taste of bile and sour grapes out of his mouth. The wine wasn’t nearly as good coming back up, and his stomach was roiling. “It was just a little scuffle that got outta hand. We weren’t hurting anyone. ‘Cept each other.”

“Oooooh, you’re in trouble now, Pyro! Banshee’s gonna tell on you,” Blob drawled. “Then they might kick you out of their little heroes club.”

“Piss off, Freddie.” Pyro would never, ever admit to that particular fear, buried deep under a shit-ton of apathy and forced bravado. He honestly kind of liked the Marauder crew, despite having tangled with most of them in the past (although in some respects, he really liked them more because of that.) He knew he had the reputation of being the loose cannon of the group, given how frequently he was reminded not to kill (as if Sabretooth’s horrific fate wasn’t enough of a deterrent), but he was following all their bloody rules, wasn’t he? He wasn’t keen on getting thrown out. He’d go stir crazy on the island without a way to burn off all his energy with “a bit of the old ultraviolence.”

“Don’t think you’re off the hook either, Blob,” Banshee said sternly.

“Awww, whattaya gonna do? Use Lady Mastermind to force me to be a good boy?” This apparently struck a nerve, as Banshee blanched for a moment. He’d have to ask Blob about that later.

“Maybe we should, if that’s what it takes for morons like you to behave yourselves,” said the kid snidely. “No wonder the cause of mutant rights never got anywhere before if it was championed by you two losers.”

“Hey, I ain’t gonna listen to any lip from some brat that hasn’t even grown pubes yet,” Blob snarled. “I was out busting my ass for mutant rights while you were getting conceived behind a bowling alley at 3 AM!”

Pyro was about to chime in with something equally nasty, when suddenly his entire world shifted. The beach disappeared, and he was floating with the vastness of space stretched out before him. Stars and planets that he had never seen, that he couldn’t even conceive of, glittered in impossible colors against the darkness, and it would have been extremely cool, if not for two unfortunate facts. One – he couldn’t breathe, and his lungs spasmed and choked in a horribly familiar way when he tried. Two – it was cold. It soaked through his skin, into his bones, seeming to devour him from the inside.

And then, just as suddenly, he was back on the island, still shivering in the tropical heat, taking deep breaths of the moist air scented with the ocean, the faint perfume of nearby flowers, and the strong scent of sour wine. He’d been dropped onto the sand, and was lying in his own vomit. Well, he’d always said it wasn’t a good night if you didn’t puke on yourself at some point.

“Whoa, that was a hell of a thing,” Blob stammered, still shaking as Pyro sat up.

“All right, boyo, that’s enough. I’m not sure what you did, but I’m sure they deserved it,” Banshee said briskly, putting a hand on Kid Omega’s shoulder.

“I made a universe in my own mind, you know. And I can put people there anytime. So don’t piss me off,” the boy said, staring daggers at Blob.

“Yeah, yeah, nice tricks, pink hair,” Blob waved his hand dismissively, quickly recovered from the ordeal. “I used to work with a guy who can do illusions. You’re nothing I ain’t seen before.”

“I’m Omega level!” the boy snapped, as Banshee just shook his head.

“i’M oMeGa LeVeL!” Blob mocked, and Pyro couldn’t stop himself from snickering.

“Forget it, lad, they’re not worth it. They’re just drunk and stupid. Very, very stupid, “ Banshee said. “I’m giving you idiots your one warning, got it? If I have to come back out here, you’re gonna spend the night in the drunk tank – which is NOT built for comfort – and spend all day doin’ community service tomorrow. There’s bathrooms to be cleaned, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, message received. We’ll be good,” Pyro said. He almost wanted to apologize, it was right on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words in front of that posturing little brat. Banshee he could respect, but not this pissant half his age that thought he was the next Big Thing for mutantkind. There was always one of them running around.

“Yeah, we wouldn’t wanna keep junior here up past his bedtime,” Blob added. “He’s obviously already cranky.”

“Shut it, or I’ll let him put your minds through a telepathic blender,” Banshee snapped, but he grabbed the boy by the arm, and walked off into the jungle. There was a quiet moment, while Pyro staggered none too steadily around, gathering up the wine bottle and their respective glasses (or pots), then collapsed against Blob’s side. He needed something to wash the taste of stomach acid out of his mouth. And besides, throwing up meant he was entitled to more – it was like hitting the reset button on intoxication, right? He could feel Blob quivering against him, and realized after a moment that the man was shaking with laughter.

“Can….can you believe that little twerp,” Blob gasped. “Strutting around with his boots and leather jacket like he’s hot shit. Oooo, look at me, I’m Kid Omega!”

“I think pink hair is a substitute for having a personality!” Pyro chimed in. “Probably jerks off to…..I dunno, what are kids into these days? Is it still Harry Potter? NSYNC?”

“Fortnite? I think?”

“What the fuck is Fortnite?” Blob shrugged in response.

“Christ, Freddie, we really are over the hill.” Pyro shook his head and filled Blob’s stew-pot to the brim.

“Well, you ain’t. You missed some years an’ I’m pretty sure they brought you back younger. You’re missing some lines there.”

“Missing scars, too.” Pyro stretched his arms out in front of him, as if he could see through the spandex. Underneath, they were disturbingly smooth, no trace of the marks life had left on him. Like Blob’s skin, which was almost impossible to pierce. But he probably had scars hidden somewhere.

“Hey, Freddie.”

“Yeah, string bean?”

“About that whole….suicide thing. What you said earlier. You wanna talk about it?” Blob shifted against him.

“Nah, it…it wasn’t really such a big thing. Just went through a rough patch, is all. You know me, I can bounce back from anything. That’s why I made it so long. I was kicking up shit way back in the day, and I’m still kicking now. No need to resurrect the Blob,” he finished proudly.

“Yeah, you got me there. Me, and a lot of others.”

“Too many.” Blob shook his head. “I been waiting forever for Unus to come back, but seems like he’s low on the list. Most of us are. Same old story.”

“Yeah.” Pyro had asked Mystique when Avalanche’s turn would come, but she couldn’t give him a clear answer – given that Destiny hadn’t been resurrected yet, it seemed like she didn’t have a huge amount of power over those decisions, despite her position on the Council. Would former terrorist criminals come before or after the millions of mutants that had died at Genosha? Meanwhile other Council members’ family and friends got pushed to the front of the line, and Magneto couldn’t be bothered to stand up for people like Avalanche and Unus and the old Mastermind – but he’d still brought back several of his Acolytes (even Fabian Cortez, who, according to what Frezny had told him over a couple of drinks, was the absolute worst.) Of course Magneto would bring back fanatics that worshiped the ground he walked on. He couldn’t completely quiet the fear that lingered in the back of his mind – that this whole thing would eventually fall apart, before certain people came back.

“I guess I was lucky to be a guinea pig after all, otherwise I’d probably be at the back of the line somewhere.”

“Fuck it, man, it’s all political. They just bring back their people, or the ones they think’ll be useful. I’m lucky I ain’t croaked,” Blob sighed.

“They’d bring ya back, Freddie. You’re one of a kind. Look, mate, I’m sorry about what I said. That no one likes ya. It’s not true. I like ya. Toad likes ya. Dom liked ya, even though you picked fights all the time. I’m glad you’re here and not dead.” Pyro wasn’t sure why he was being so generous after some of the crap that Fred had said, but to hell with it. He was probably feeling soft ‘cause of the whole “suicide” thing. And when it came down to it, he didn’t have that many friends – and his very closest one was still dead. May as well appreciate the ones that weren’t six feet under.

“Only picked fights ‘cause you guys were always looking down on me, acting like your powers were so much better,” Blob grumbled.

“We only did that because you were always throwing your weight around, pretendin’ you were too good to follow Mystique’s orders, bein’ nasty to everyone – “ Pyro abruptly stopped, biting his tongue. This wasn’t where he wanted this conversation to go, and he was still just sober enough to remember Banshee’s threat if another fight broke out. He sighed deeply, then poured Fred another generous serving of wine.

“Fuck, Fred, let’s not do this. We’ve been through some shit together, yeah? We all acted like dicks sometimes back in the day, but it doesn’t really matter now. I’m sorry I said you were a fat piece of shit.”

“Well, I kinda am, ain’t I?”

“If you’re a fat piece of shit, I’m a skinny piece of shit. None of us are exactly saints in the Brotherhood.”

“You’re a saint. It’s right in your name.” Blob poked at him clumsily.

“Yeah, real ironic, that. Gran wanted a good Christian name so I’d be good Christian lad. Buckley’s chance of that.”

“You get real Aussie when you’re drunk, ya know that. Can’t barely understand ya.” Blob was starting to slur now, having gone through the equivalent of several vats of wine at this point. “But hey man, I’m sorry I said that I was glad you died. I mean, I was glad right when it happened. I was mad at you ‘cause of Post. But it was a shitty way to go, wasting away like that. You didn’t deserve that. Gettin’ eaten up inside by your own power. I remember when that happened to Unus. He…he died right in my arms, man.” Blob’s voice sounded shaky again. Pyro reached up and patted his side – somewhere below the armpit, since he couldn’t reach huge man’s shoulder.

“Sorry, Freddie. I’m sure Unus didn’t deserve that, either.” Pyro had never met the force-field wielding mutant, but he’d heard stories when Blob was feeling especially drunk and sentimental. But he didn’t think he’d ever seen this kind of raw vulnerability from Fred J Dukes before. He’d blame the wine – stupid wizard probably cursed it with a sadness spell or something. Get the mutants to drop their guard by making them all soppy.

“He sure as hell didn’t.” Blob actually reached up and rubbed his forearm over his eyes, and Pryo diplomatically pretended not to notice. “I miss him, man. He was a real stand-up guy, you know, for a criminal piece of garbage, and he didn’t let anyone push him around. Don’t think I’ve ever clicked with anyone like him. And now they’re danglin’ this resurrection thing in front of us, and who knows if they’ll ever get around to him? Must be worse for you, with Dominic, right man?”

“I sure as fuck miss him,” Pyro admitted, downing another glass. “He’s my best mate.”

“Hey look, man, what I said earlier, I wasn’t tryin’ ta –“

“Freddie, I really don’t wanna talk about it.” Pyro abruptly found himself pinned as Blob swung an arm down around him, holding him pressed against his side. “What the hell, Freddie, are you tryin’ ta flirt, now?”

“No man, just listen. Listen, listen man, shhh, listen,” Blob said in what he probably thought was a soothing whisper, while Pyro pushed uselessly against him. “I don’t wanna start another fight, but I got stuff I wanna say. I wasn’t tryin’ ta be a jerk before, okay? When I brought it up. I just wanted to say that, you know….we knew. We ain’t that dumb, and you guys weren’t that slick. We figured out you were – “

“Don’t say it, okay?” Pyro snapped.

“Fine, but dude. Listen. We don’t care. That’s the important thing here. I mean, we probably cared a little back in the day. I admit I made some pretty shitty jokes, but, you know, times were different. I mean, ‘homo’ was the worst thing you could be back when I was growin’ up. Until mutants started becoming a thing, of course.”

“Yeah, same here,” Pyro muttered. Apparently this conversation was happening whether he liked it or not. He downed more wine to try to stop his insides from twisting up.

“But everything’s like, different now. Most people don’t give a shit anymore. Including most of us in the Brotherhood. I mean, it was stupid to ever care in the first place. We’re already a group of outcast criminals, and we’re gonna judge you guys for wanting to bang each other? It’s cool if you don’t wanna make out in public or get married or anything, but you don’t haveta sneak around anymore. I’m cool with it, Toad’s cool with it. I think ‘Tazia had you figured for gay even before Avalanche came back. ‘Cause you weren’t drooling over her like Toad an me.”

“She was a perceptive one.” Pyro wondered for a moment whatever had happened to Eileen. She had been close-mouthed about her past – and Pyro could respect that – but extremely intelligent, and fun to talk to.

“The point is, it’s a brave new world and all that. Dudes are marrying each other, chicks are marrying each other. There’s a whole show starring drag queens that’s run for like, 10 years or something. It’s all mainstream now. I mean, I still don’t get it. Making out with another dude sounds gross to me. But I ain’t got no problem with other people doing it.”

“That’s real decent of you, Fred,” Pyro said, and he wasn’t totally sure if he was being sarcastic. This was a surprisingly heartfelt comment coming from Dukes. “You spend a lot of time writin’ that speech up?”

“I’m tryin’ ta be nice here, okay, matchstick? And I’m just sick of you pretendin’ ta be straight, an’ me havin’ to pretend I don’t know.” He trailed off, and gulped down his pot of wine, finally releasing Pyro from his grip.

“Fair ‘nuff,” Pryo conceded. Even though actually dragging all this out into the open felt horribly uncomfortable. Exposed. “Don’t expect me to do some big ‘coming out,’ thing or wear a rainbow or any of that crap, though. I’m not into that. My private life is my private life, right? I’ll just….stop trying so hard to hide it, you know?”

He’d already started to relax his guard a little in front of the Marauders, even picking up a guy at one of the bars that Iceman always dragged them to – although he’d waited until Storm and Bishop had left for the night, and Kate and Iceman seemed too drunk to notice. Iceman seemed to think Pyro was straight, as he’d asked him, with a mix of nervousness and defiance, if he “minded” the first night they went to a gay bar. That probably would have been the time to say it, if Pyro was a little braver, but instead he’d just shrugged and said, “No worries,” like a good tolerant fellow. Of course they wouldn’t care. For all he knew, maybe none of them were straight. He’d seen Kate give sideways glances to girls, Storm and Calisto seemed to have some chemistry between them, Bishop never seemed to mind men hitting on him at clubs. But still. A literal lifetime ago, he’d been afraid of getting his teeth kicked in, or worse. Things were different now, but actually coming out and saying it….it was not so much baring his chest, more like stripping completely naked and handing the other person a knife.

“Hey, fine. Do what ya want. But I’m still gonna make fun of you and Dom if you get all lovey-dovey in front of us. Not because it’s gay, just because I hate that hearts and flowers crap.”

“I would expect nothing less, Blobbo.” Pryo took another long drink of wine, refilled his glass and downed it again, until the tension eased out of his spine.

He supposed it had been stupid to assume that no one noticed. Everyone living in close quarters, both in Brotherhood safehouses and government facilities (not to mention prison). They’d all known. Had they gossiped about him? Laughed behind his back? Been disgusted?

But then, Toad and Phantazia had both hovered over him protectively in the first stages of his illness, when they were all on Empyrean’s private island together. Toad had even talked about how glad he was that Avalanche could be “there for him,” and wow, there was probably a coded message that Pyro had been too dense at the time to pick up on. Mystique was certainly not one to judge, and she’d figured him out ages ago. And if Fred Dukes, of all people, was accepting, then…well, it was probably okay, wasn’t it?

“Hey, matchstick.”

“Yeah, Freddie?”

“You and Dom. Who tops? Be honest, ‘cause I got money riding on this.”

“Shit, Freddie, I gotta be way drunker for this conversation.” And he poured again. The bottle continued to oblige.

When he opened his eyes a crack, the sun pierced right through to stab into his brain. Pyro groaned and squeezed his eyes shut again, bringing one arm up clumsily to better block out the light. He felt like utter shit, and that realization caused a sharp spike of alarm in his chest.

Sick. I’m sick again.

Or maybe he’d always been sick. Because it was all too good to be true, wasn’t it? Dying like a hero, coming back to life on this magical island where mutants from all sides of the political divide were having nonstop raves and orgies, getting to sail around and play pirate with the X-Men, who accepted him as a team-mate without question. How could that possibly be real? Wasn’t it more likely that this was all just the fever dream of a dying man, still lingering comatose in a hospital somewhere?

Except Pyro realized in a moment that he was lying on sand, with ocean waves creating a comforting rhythm just at the edge of his hearing. And the pain he was feeling wasn’t quite the same as what the Legacy Virus had done to him. His head was pounding like a drum, he ached all over, and he was fairly certain he wouldn’t get through the morning without barfing at least once – but he could breathe without pain. He sucked in a deep, cool breath and slowly let it out again. No coughing, no burning in his lungs, no constricting weight on his chest.

This wasn’t Legacy, it was a very familiar kind of suffering. One he’d inflicted on himself many times before.

“Heya, toothpick!” Blob’s voice boomed cheerfully in his ear. “Had a little too much last night, huh?”

“Uggghhhhh…..fuck off, Fred,” Pyro mumbled, trying to roll away from the sound of his voice. Moving made his stomach flip-flop, and he stopped for a moment.

“Haw, haw, ya shouldna tried to keep with me, ya scrawny little light-weight,” Blob guffawed, but he didn’t sound as mean as usual. Pyro feel something cool being pressed against his face.

“Here man, drink this and come back to life.” He opened his eyes again, wincing, and accepted the water bottle that Blob was holding out to him.

“Probably gonna take a few of these, Fred,” Pyro said, carefully sitting up, pausing for a moment to swallow saliva and wait for his stomach to hopefully quiet itself. Then he began sipping the water cautiously.

“You’ll probably need a couple of these, too,” Blob offered, slipping him some aspirin.

“Thanks, mate, right neighborly of ya. You’re in a good mood this mornin’ aint ya?” He swallowed the aspirin and gulped down more water.

“Well, I actually was smart enough to drink water last night, so I didn’t totally wreck myself. Plus I never get hit too hard with hang-overs. Got all this extra body mass cushioning me.” He laughed again, slapping at his belly. “Besides, it was hilarious watching you last night. You were trashed, man.”

“Well, I had good company, didn’t I?” Pyro looked around, squinting in the bright morning light. He’d wound up sleeping sprawled out on the sand at the edge of the jungle, just a few feet away from Blob’s hut, thankfully some distance away from the puddle of vomit he’d left the previous night. He remembered that part clearly – the fight, the encounter with Banshee and that little pink-haired shit acting as Krakoa’s rent-a-cops, some of the heartfelt conversation that had followed. And then, the night dissolved into a dream-like haze. Well, they weren’t locked up in the drunk tank, so they must not have gotten in any more trouble.

“Least I know how to handle my liquor,” Blob chuckled. “You wanna shower, toothpick? You smell like something Wolverine rolled in.” Pyro grimaced as he realized that the sour aroma of dried puke and smashed pumpkin was wafting up around him.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

He spent a good twenty minutes in the shower, using Blob’s surprisingly luxurious bath products, then gave his uniform a thorough scrubbing, and fire-dried it. He’d get a clean one from the Marauder later, but he didn’t feel like sitting around smelling like garbage in the meantime.

Vague images kept floating up out of the haze while he washed, little snippets of memories dissolved in wine.

…..Blob putting the stew pot over his head and fastening a curtain around his shoulders, staggering around shouting, “To me, my Brotherhood! Throw yourself under the bus for mutant rights! I’m a self-important jackass and I don’t actually care about any of you, my loyal soldiers!” while Pyro rolled around in the sand laughing hysterically…….

……Pyro splashing into the waves, yelling back at Blob, “I’m gonna do it, you’ll see! I’m gonna fight one a’ them sharks with my bare hands, then fry up it for dinner! We’re gonna have a barbeque right on the beach, yeah.” Blob was bellowing laughter while pulling him back with one hand, so that he was helplessly flailing around, swimming in place. “C’mon mate, I can do it! Aussies aren’t scared of sharks! We’ll kick the shit out of any animal!” “C’mon dumbass, this won’t be nearly so funny if you drown,” and then he was being hauled back up onto the beach……

…..then he was draped across the stomach of a maudlin Blob, who wasn’t even bothering to hide the tears that dripped down his cheeks. “It’s just….what am I if I’m not the Blob, right? You’ve got those stupid books, but what have I got? I mean, I’m nothing without my powers. I tried to make it work back then, I really did. Got my own reality show, got real popular in Japan, but it just wasn’t enough. I was miserable not bein’ the Blob.” Pyro was patting at Blob’s stomach, almost kneading it like a cat, in what he probably had thought was a comforting manner at the time, muttering encouraging nonsense,” Nah, Freddie, c’mon mate, you’ve got lots to offer, you got a big heart and a big personality……”

….then the two of them were chucking the last of Blob’s squash and pumpkins at the trees. For some reason they were both singing “Highway to the Danger Zone” at the top of their lungs……

Pyro just sighed and tried to blink it all away. It wasn’t actually the worst drunk memories he had. At least neither of them had gotten naked. He hoped.

“Hey man, you took your sweet time. You jerking off in there?” Blob said as he emerged, piling eggs and bacon onto a plate and passing it to him. Luckily his stomach had settled a great deal by then.

“Nah, I wouldn’t be so crass, Freddy. I only jerk off in my own shower.”

“Guess it’s not as much fun without Avalanche, huh?” And Blob actually winked at him.

Pyro opened his mouth to snap back at Dukes, to tell him to shut up and mind his own damn business. Then closed it again, because he couldn’t actually detect any malice in the other man’s tone. Not needling him, just…playful joking, in Blob’s own crass way.

Instead, he just shrugged and grinned. “Guess so. Thanks heaps for the food, Freddie. And the bloody aspirin, I really needed that.”

“Well, what can I say, I know my manners. I’m a hospitable guy,” Blob chuckled, sitting down to his own breakfast. “Besides, it’s the least I can do after what you gave me.”

Pyro paused with the fork mid-way up to his mouth, thinking back. What had he given him, besides a whole fuckton of wine?

“’Fraid I don’t quite remember what you’re referring to there,” he said cautiously. Had he promised his services or something? Given up some of the booty he’d stashed from raids with the Marauders? (He didn’t feel at all bad about that, as the captain herself was actively encouraging them to take as much booze and money as they pleased.)

“The wine.” Blob jerked a thumb over to the shelf on the wall, where the bottle sat surrounded by little ornaments, as if occupying a place of honor.

“Oh yeah, well I’m always glad to share – “

“No man, the whole bottle. You gave me the bottle.”

Pyro’s fork slipped out of his hand. Fuck. Fuck! He hadn’t. Surely he hadn’t been so stupid as to give up a priceless treasure like that, just because ol’ Blob had gotten a little weepy last night. Surely not.

“Oh hell, I didn’t really, did I?”

“You did! You insisted.”

And much as he wanted to deny it, there was a memory creeping back into his mind. Himself, holding the bottle up to Fred with a grandiose air, waxing poetic about how he would be Krakoa’s Dionysus, Life of the Party, Keeper of the Mysteries, and the other mutants would frolic around him like the Maenads. Christ, he really was a pretentious sot when he got drunk, wasn’t he? (But hey, he couldn’t help that he’d gone through a pretty heavy Greek mythology phase as a kid. It was just so interesting!)

“I….guess I might remember something like that,” he conceded hesitantly. “But that doesn’t count, does it? You can’t hold me to that! I was trashed out of my mind!”

“Not so trashed that you couldn’t blather on about a bunch of Classical bullshit!” Blob declared. “It was damned funny. And if you think I’m givin’ this bottle back to you, you’ve got another thing coming.” His tone stayed light, but a sharp gleam in his eye suggested the promise of another fight.

“C’mon Freddie, you’ve gotta be kidding me!”

“Look man, I thought this might happen. So I got video evidence. I got a message from Drunk Pyro to Sober Pyro.” He held out his cell phone.

“Fuuuuuck,” Pyro moaned, not even wanting to see. He took a side glance at the bottle, so inviting out in the open. He should just grab it and run. Instead, he heard the sound of his own voice, slurred with wine, Australian accent even thicker than usual so that he was running his words against the backs of one another.

“I, St. John Allerdyce,” the figure on the video stopped to belch, “bein’ of sound mind an’ body, do hereby bequeath this bottle of never-endin’ wine to Frederick J. Dukes, the Blob, forever an’ ever, no take backs! Be’cause…..’cause….he’s my good mate, an’ he needs somethin’ for himself, an’ I’m fulla good will tonight.” The figure was bleary-eyed and staggering, but at least he seemed to be happy, judging by the wide grin stretching his face.

“Fuckin’ hell, Drunk Pyro,” Sober Pyro groaned, laying his head in his hands. That bastard had gotten him into more scrapes than he could count.

“But!” Drunk Pyro continued on the video. “There’s….conditions. One….no….two! Two…two conditions.” He swayed for a moment, seeming to look up at the stars before pulling himself back together. “Condition the first! You gotta share the wine, Freddie. Share it like, like I’ve been…been sharing it. Bring it to all the parties. Pour for….for eeeeveryone.” He made a sweeping gesture and nearly fell over. “Condition the two! You gotta….gotta give me special access, right? I get ta come over and drink as much as I want, any time I want, yeah? No matter what!”

“I accept your conditions,” came Blob’s voice from behind the camera. Drunk Pyro grinned again.

“Then I now pronounce you man and bottle!” He crowed, holding it aloft. “You may kiss the …wait, no, don’t put your mouth directly on it. Everyone’s gotta drink that.”

“Now make it official by singing Waltzing Matilda. That’s Australia’s national anthem, right?” Blob’s voice suggested on the video.

“No, it isn’t, “ said Sober Pyro.

“Yes, mate, you’re exactly right!” exclaimed Drunk Pyro. He made it through one off-key verse and chorus before fumbling the words and collapsing to his knees, laughing.

“Hey man, thanks for this,” said Blob’s voice on the video, as a hand reached out to take the bottle from Drunk Pyro. And Blob actually sounded a bit sincere. “I really appreciate it, ya doing something like this for me.”

“Well, you’re my special mate, right? We’ve been through loads together. And I feel sooo wonderful tonight. I’m fulla…..fulla love for everybody!” Drunk Pyro spread his arms out to the stars. “The world is so bloody beautiful, yeah?”

“Who do you love, Pyro?” Blob asked from behind the camera.

“Everybody! All the little mutants, and even the humans, too! The ones that aren’t too shitty, anyway.”

“Who do you really love?” Blob asked pointedly.

For a moment, Drunk Pyro looked up at the camera in confusion, then he lit up with the nicest smile Pyro had seen on his own face in a long time. It wasn’t cruel or sarcastic, not sloppy drunk or wild with adrenaline. It was the kind of genuine, soft smile he’d described in many novels over the years.

“I love Dominic!” Pyro exclaimed, hugging arms around himself and slumping down against the sand. “I love Dom.”

“Oy, you fucker!” The video switched off abruptly as Sober Pyro made a grab at the cell-phone in Blob’s hand. “How dare you, how fucking dare you pull that shit! Fucking shit-cunt!”

“Hey man, chill out! You gave me the bottle fair and square!” Blob held the phone over his head, while Pyro began trying to clamber up him.

“Forget the bottle, I don’t care! Why would you make me say that! On video, for fucks sake? You lookin’ to blackmail me?”

“No man, no!” Blob plucked Pyro off with his other hand, and deposited him back in his chair. “That’s not what that was about! I ain’t gonna show it to anyone. Here, look, I’m deleting it. Geez.” Blob pushed a couple of buttons in his phone.

“You were tryin’ to make me say it, though, weren’t you? Why would you want me to say that?!” Pyro glowered at him over the table.

“I dunno man, I was loaded, too! I just….thought it would be nice, I guess. I thought maybe….maybe you’d feel a little better if you said it.” Blob looked confused, and again oddly vulnerable. Not mocking or mean.

“You thought I’d feel better? Seriously?” Pyro gave a breathless laugh.

“I mean….yeah, man. It’s like what we talked about last night. You’re so uptight about this shit, but no one cares anymore.”

“Fucking hell, Fred,” Pyro sighed, putting his head in his hands again. Fucking Blob. Fucking Drunk Pyro, spewing everything out into the open.

But….it probably had felt kind of good to say it in the moment, hadn’t it? All open like that? He couldn’t deny, Drunk Pyro had looked beatifically happy when he said those words, his eyes soft and gentle. Perfect for a scene in a romance, even if he was absolutely humiliated to see that expression on his own face. He supposed there was no sense in denying it. He’d said it, after all.

“Don’t spread it around about Dom, okay? I mean, I know what I am. I’ve known for a long time, and I guess I don’t mind people knowing, now that we’re all enlightened these days. But I think Dom’s still working some things out. Or at least he was.”

“Yeah, sure, man, my lips are sealed,” Blob agreed. “So, are we cool?”

“You deleted that video, right?”

“Yep.”

“And you’re gonna give me free wine whenever I want, just like you promised, yeah?”

“Of course! I’m a generous fellow, and I don’t go back on an agreement!” Blob pressed a hand against his chest, proudly.

“Then, yeah. Freddie. We’re cool.”

Notes: Apologies to poor Quentin Quire, he didn’t deserve the crap Blob and Pyro were throwing at him. I have nothing against the character, he just seemed like the kind of arrogant young hot-shot mutant that Pyro and Blob would have no respect for (even if he could absolutely destroy them).

#pyro #st. john allerdyce #blob #fred dukes

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inkribbon796 · 5 years ago

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Leap of Faith Ch 3

Summary: The group finally reach their destination, and it is as cult-filled as the brochure said it would be.

A/N: all titles for the story come from JT Music’s “Take a Leap of Faith”.

<= PREVIOUS

Chapter 3: I’m a National Treasure

If Marvin didn’t hate Illinois before, he did now. Both of them were with Magnum and Roman in the same cage. Magnum in particular was half rolled into a ball to fit in with them. Eric had been separated from them in the chaos.

Sailing had been easy enough but the instant they started moving towards the temple they were immediately ambushed and captured by the cult they were looking for. It had been a temple carved into a cave. They had been able to track them because of Marvin’s innate magical ability. Roman had almost gotten his nose crushed up into his skull for trying to be a bit too eager to take on ten people at once.

“This is your fault,” Marvin glared at Illinois.

“My fault?” Illinois huffed. “What about this is my fault?”

“How about the part where you were laughing about the fact that we were in a book and your maniac brother was controlling us. Maybe you should have taken the whole thing seriously.”

Illinois used what tiny space he had to try and kick the door at the top of the cage off. But he lacked the room and the leverage to put any kind of power into it. “Kay, Maury, just because you’re the main character here doesn’t mean you can act like a know-it-all. If you really knew Artie, you’d understand.”

The adventurer punched the cage wall, looking around in random directions as if he was trying to find something. “I’m not going to die here, Artie! Go jump off a bridge, you asshat!”

“We are right next to you, why the hell are you shouting!?” Roman shouted back.

“Because my asshole brother is trying to kill me, but I’m not going to let him,” Illinois argued. “The Old Man is going to kill you, you jealous douchebag!”

The adventurer began frantically looking at the top of the cage.

“Maybe Eric’s looking for the keys?” Roman tried to be helpful, trying to summon anything but there was something wrong with the cage they were in because he couldn’t use his imagination powers. In fact he was getting a little lightheaded.

Illinois scoffed. “Yeah right. We’ve got to save ourselves. If he didn’t run for the hills, he’s hunkered down in some corner.”

“Hey, asshole,” Roman snapped back, bracing himself against the bars of the cage. “He would never abandon us.”

“Trust me,” Illinois laughed dryly. “I’ve had all kinds of travel partners. The cowardly lions I’ve worked with always get themselves killed.”

Any other insults Illinois was about to say were swallowed up by a series of loud explosions and then Eric came running out of the tunnel, looking panicked and worried. “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!”

He slammed into the side of the cage door and began climbing up as Illinois watched him.

“Holy shit,” Illinois commented. “You came back.”

There was a look of realization crossed his face, “Wow, guess you guys were right we aren’t in a book.”

“Now you believe us?” Marvin demanded in exasperation.

“Artie’s real big on playing with tropes, but he never breaks ‘em.” As Illinois spoke, he scaled the cage wall so he could get closer to Eric. “Alright kid what do you see?”

Eric was pulling at a latch, “I-It won’t budge.”

“That’s okay, what type of latch is it?” Illinois said. He couldn’t see the lock from this angle.

“It’s made of . . . uh, um, rock with some weird writing,” Eric answered.

“Let me up,” Marvin ordered.

“I c-an do this,” Eric promised and began shaking out his hands before placing them directly on the latch and the whole thing rippled out into an explosion. Eric screamed, jolted with electricity.

With Eric off the door, Illinois swung his legs up and kicked the door open, jumping on top of the cage. Immediately he was helping the others up. But he did look back at Eric and smiled warmly. “Pretty brave thing you did back there, kid. You okay?”

“Ye-Yeah,” Eric was beaming as he readjusted his glasses. “Re-ally?”

“Yeah,” Illinois smiled. “I thought you’d leave us high and dry to huddle in a corner. I’m glad you proved me wrong. You’re a real hero, you know that?”

“Y-ou really th-ink so?” Eric was tripping over his words a bit more than usual.

“Oh I know so,” Illinois jumped off the cage to let Magnum have the room he needed to climb out. “Now let’s get outta this place and find the treasure we really want.”

“Yarr,” Magnum agreed, the earth shaking a bit as he jumped down. There was a sound of someone walking down the tunnel. Everyone ducked around the corner and when the guy appeared in the entranceway, Magnum hit him in the face, knocking him out.

Illinois directed Magnum to toss him into the cage.

“Okay, five bucks says he’s not alone,” Illinois said. “Kid, how many did you kill when you ran in?”

“I-I-I didn’t,” Eric looked on the verge of the breakdown.

“Did you knock them out?” Illinois went for a softer tone, holding up his hands placatingly.

Eric looked away, “I-I didn’t . . . try to hurt them. Couldn’t . . . touch them.”

“Okay, we can work with that,” Illinois told him and then looked around the room. “Bunch of commandos, and no guns. Great.”

“Ye gonna shoot ‘em?” Marvin asked.

“If it’s me or them, I’d rather get out of this in one peace, if it pleases the court,” Illinois defended.

“Self-defense,” Marvin agreed, giving Roman a hard look who seemed uncomfortable but threw his arms up in surrender.

“Magnum,” Illinois asked. “Plan B.”

“Gotcha,” Magnum smiled and pulled out several sticks of wood, and a string.

“Thank you,” Illinois told him and began assembling a crossbow.”

“How long have you had that?” Roman asked.

“Didn’t want to pull one of these out for just anything, I’ve got one shot, and I think I saw some pretty weak supports in the main room.

“Are yah mad?” Marvin growled.

“Oh, definitely,” Illinois smiled back. “But it’s our best shot out. I can make the shot, I know I can.”

“I don’t want to be trapped in a cave for the rest of my life,” Roman reminded.

“We won’t,” Illinois winked, “I’ve got us. I just need to make sure that they’re all to one side. You got a spell to help with that Maury?”

“That’s basic ventriloquism,” Marvin reminded, rolling his eyes. “Course I can throw sound over a room.”

“Awesome,” Illinois grinned.

Slowly the two began making their way out of the cave.

“Kay,” Marvin whispered. “How are you actually doing this?”

“I have the ability to affect probability, but I can horde it for a specific moment,” Illinois explained. “So I’ve got one shot cause the bow and I can’t give you my luck to do it for us.”

“Don’t miss,” Marvin told him.

“I can’t,” Illinois boasted and the two got close to the main room where five more guys were standing around looking agitated. Marvin heard that odd humming that he’d caught when the four of them had been dragged in. It was almost like a siren’s call.

While Marvin had been distracted between the ventriloquist spell he was doing and his thoughts, Illinois took his shot. The adventurer was aiming for one of the degraded supports of the temple that was helping to support the roof of the cave.

He looked down the sights and took a deep breath. On Illinois’s next exhale, his finger moved and the arrow flew. All it did was embed itself into a wood panel but it set off a chain reaction in exactly the right spot to make the pre-existing wood rot cracking the wood. The rock above started to groan under the weight.

“You guys okay?” Eric asked as he walked in.

“Get down!” Illinois jumped onto Eric, knocking him to the ground and shielding him with his own body.

The sound of falling tunnel was louder than Eric’s screams,which Eric and Marvin’s ears didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. It seemed to take ages for the collapse to stop and dust covered all of them.

Eric was whimpering in terror, curled into Illinois until the rumbling and crashing sounds of rocks finally stopped.

“A-Am I de-ad?” Eric coughed up dust.

Illinois picked his head up and saw that the tunnel collapses had luckily stopped inches from their hallways, sparking all of them and mere hairs away from Illinois’s foot.

“Not yet,” Illinois grinned as he looked at the edge of the new tunnel.

“They de-ad?” Eric gulped.

“Well fookin’ forgive me if I don’ grieve fer a bunch ‘a human sacrificin’ cultists,” Marvin started picking himself up slowly.

“You two okay?” Roman was running over, the room they’d been caged in was unscathed. Magnum was trying to squeeze himself through the much smaller tunnels.

“That was amazing,” Eric praised Illinois. The adventurer held out a hand to help Eric to his feet.

Illinois seemed to puff out his chest a bit at that. “Yeah? Glad you think so.”

“Where’d yeh learn ta shoot like that?” Marvin asked.

“Practice,” Illinois boasted. “Crossbow’s a bit different of a beast than a gun or a bow and arrow.”

“I guess, never fired out anythin’ more than magic,” Marvin agreed.

“Let’s get what we want, an’ get out of here before the cult of silly hats frees ‘emselves,” Magnum reminded.

“Right,” Illinois agreed.

The group began heading towards the entrance when Marvin stopped. “Hey, there was this weird room down the other hall, I wanna check it before we go.”

“You crazy?” Illinois reminded. “We should cut our losses. There’s other temples and weird places around the area we could look for.”

Then Marvin heard the low hum again, almost beckoning him down the other way.

“We came here to look fer somethin’ an’ I’m not leavin’ without it.” Marvin was starting down the tunnel, it was a wide entrance. Not quite big enough for a car, but certainly big enough to fit two average-sized wheel barrows through side-by-side.

“We just,” Illinois was stalking after him, clearly trying to stop him and pull Marvin back. But Marvin had stepped around the corner to see a large room. Immediately when Marvin saw it he knew some awful things had happened in this room, a dark energy was permeating the entire place. Murder, kidnappings, blood sacrifices.

Illinois stopped too, looking into the room. “You feel that too.”

Marvin nodded, looking around as he drew a couple protective symbols on the floor. “We found it.”

There was something like an altar set up to view a full mural. Drawing that looked like some type of ritualistic sacrifice in front of a dark mass that didn’t look human.

“Think this is it?” Roman asked, taking out his camera.

“Better be,” Marvin answered, he glanced over at Illinois who was staring up at it with awe and shock in his eyes, his mouth slightly a gap open. “Or we just trekked through mosquito-infested jungle and got captured for nothing.”

“This,” Illinois gasped, Eric hiding behind him, “this is incredible! The board’s never going to believe it.”

“Can ye read this?” Marvin asked.

“Some,” Illinois admitted, not looking back at Marvin for longer than a second, as if transfixed by the mural, which should have probably alarmed Marvin more than it did. “Well, I can read the Cariban. But it’s old, real old, I’d need a couple days, and books back home, to decipher all of this stuff out. It’s intermixed with a language I’ve never seen before. Doesn’t look like any of the other Marajoara or Mesoamerican languages I’ve seen, but I doubt I’ve seen all of them.”

“So you could read some of it?” Marvin quizzed. “You could figure out some of it.”

“I could decode all of it,” Illinois promised. “It’s obvious that multiple cultures lived here, I get one of them, I could find more.”

“Really?” Marvin eyed him up and down.

“Yeah,” Illinois smiled. “We could learn more about pre-colonial American traditions and religion with this thing. Think of the possibilities! Wish I’d picked this for my thesis instead, but that doesn’t mean I can’t publish the shit outta this thing.”

The adventurer walked closer to the mural. Roman accidentally snapping a picture of him in frame as well before moving out of the way to get his shot back again so he could get all the writing he needed. He ran his hands over the dark mass, marveling over it. “You came here for these? You boys planning on summoning an eldritch demon or something.”

“Nah,” Marvin answered. “We’re hoping to contain them.”

Illinois just stared at him, his expression in between cautious, and concerned. “Well good luck. You’re going up against Dark right? There’s not a soul in Egoton that hasn’t heard of him.”

“Wasn’t our original idea, but if we can get ‘im too, we will,” Marvin promised.

Illinois actually chuckled at that. “Yeah, maybe if you got the drop on him and know what you were doing. Good luck with that.”

“So what’d you catch on that,” Roman asked, still taking pictures of the mural.

“It’s detailing some type of process of communication, what I don’t know yet, but the pictures don’t look like they’re talking about anything like that so I don’t know yet.”

“We’ve got a guy who’s savvy with old languages, but if ye find anythin’ make sure ye let us know, always good ta have a second opinion,” Marvin told him.

“If you can get me copies I can absolutely do that,” Illinois agreed before looking around. “Hey, where’s Mag go?”

“Look at what I found!” Magnum called out from a neighboring room that was connected to the room they were in. The heroes and Illinois rushed into the other room to see the room had ceiling to floor boxes full of things. Some of the boxes were filled with food, others of them had jewelry and money. A bunch of it had sparkles of blood on them.

“Well this must be how some of the commandos have been shipping stuff out of the city,” Illinois walked over, pulling a box out of the stack to rifle through it. “Make sense, there’s been lots of missing people through the years.”

“Is there any way to return it?” Eric asked.

Illinois just smiled up at him. “Brave and kind to a fault aren’t you?” Then he looked down. “I’m not seeing any names or return addresses and there’s lots of people who would lie to pocket some of this stuff. Looks expressive too.”

Eric frowned, but Illinois slowly and carefully pulled out a necklace from the pile, muttering to himself as he worked to untangle it from some of the others. It had a small jade rabbit on it.

“Here,” Illinois held it up once he’d freed it from the other necklaces, “Since there’s no way to return it, you should have this one.”

Eric looked back at Marvin and Roman. “Is this a good idea?”

Marvin sighed. “It’s like twenty bucks in the middle of a busy street,” the magician agreed. “Sides, the Captain’s gonna take it when we’re not looking.”

“Yard, ye know me so well,” Magnum smiled.

“Probably cause yer a pirate, it’s kinda yer job,” Marvin agreed. “Most ‘a this should go ta the local population, help out the local economy.”

“I think I can arrange that,” Illinois promised, but held up the necklace. “But this should be yours, Eric.”

“Really?” Eric blushed.

“Yeah,” Illinois smiled slyly. “You deserve to walk away with something for your hard work.”

Illinois carefully clasped the necklace around Eric’s neck. In the end, everyone but Marvin walked away with something. The magician was hesitant to touch anything that could possibly be cursed. Eric got his necklace. Illinois pocketed something Roman didn’t get to fully get a good look at what it was. Roman got a dagger with a jaguar carved into the hilt. Magnum and his crew made off with a lot of treasure, the rest would stay in Illinois’s Jeep with the adventurer. The crew used Illinois’s Jeep to get back to the ship in one trip.

While they were on the ship riding back to the Manaus port they’d pushed off from, Marvin took Roman’s phone to start taking notes of the inscriptions. Looking at the mural depictions of the black mass itself unsettled something in Marvin’s stomach but he kept everything for King to translate in case the inscription was another part of the language itself.

They made it to the port in good time, Magnum and his crew immediately restocking for the trip home. During the exchanges, Eric watched Illinois step off the gangplank and onto the dock.

“You leaving?” Eric asked, a bit hurt.

“Well yeah, I’ve still got research to collect,” Illinois told him. “Term papers don’t write themselves.”

“You sure?” Roman asked. “It’s no problem to drop you off.”

“I’ll be fine, get out of here before you worry Artie,” Illinois groaned.

“If we say yes, will you drop it,” Marvin answered, smiling.

“Absolutely not,” Illinois jogged back up to the ship, holding out his hand. “Here, Eric I can give you a call when I get back to town. We can go to this really nice fair that’s going to pull up to town when I get back.”

Eric blushed, pulling out his phone, “Sounds like fun.”

The adventurer winked, clicking his tongue and began inputting his number. “Wait a couple hours before calling, my phone’s dead.”

“Right,” Eric held the phone close to him.

Illinois finally got back onto the dock and watched as Magnum directed the ship to pull away. Eric leaning over the railing and waving at Illinois until he was too far away to see clearly.

Once the adventurer was a speck on the horizon, Roman leaned over. “Spill,” Roman begged. “I live for romance, it’s literally in my name.”

“Could ye two hens keep yer lovebird crooning down?” Marvin shouted. “I’m trying to figure out how ta kill demons.”

“Love can vanquish evil,” Roman proclaimed.

“Sure, uh huh,” Marvin dismissed. “Whatever you say, Charming. Just take it a couple steps away from me so I can concentrate.”

“Oh let him have fun,” Roman goaded, gesturing to Eric. “He’s got a hot Brazilian boyfriend.”

“Did ye hear that dipshit talk?” Marvin scoffed, smiling a bit. “Fooker was American.”

“Oh can it, Copperfield,” Roman smiled back, but was pushing Eric away a little farther away from Marvin. Roman already started to give Eric rather lofty advice, and in Marvin’s mind it was woefully unhelpful, for dating someone. Marvin left them to it, it let him concentrate on the pictures, and Roman would be back to pester the magician for his phone again anyways.

The three heroes on a sailing ship with a pirate crew, and before long Marvin would join in on the fun.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Jacksepticeye #Markiplier #Thomas Sanders #Marvin the Magnificent #Roman Sanders #Eric Derekson #ahwm magnum #ahwm illinois #Illinois the Adventurer #magic #adventure #treasure hunt #off-screen black magic #Roman and Marvin would be friends and you can pry that from my cold dead hands #EricIlly

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mingiswow · 6 years ago

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Soulmate!au Series | Jooheon

Pairing: Jooheon x Reader

Summary: Everyone got their entire life to get ready for the day they were going to meet their soulmate, except for you, whose soul clock has been reset since you were born.

Words: +1,9k

Every morning you woke up with the sunlight in your eyes, the yellow-ish strings touching and warming your skin. Eyes slowly opening and, as soon as they focus, meeting the big frame on your wall.

“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.” Lao Tzu

Those words soothed your soul and mind for a while, until you looked to the little red numbers on your skin. Where it was supposed to be marking the time until you meet your soulmate were a bunch of zeros.

Is your soulmate dead? Do you even have one? Did you already met them and haven’t noticed?

The questions filled your mind every day since you can remember. And ashamed of your “condition”, you hid the soulmate mark under a large real watch.

A shiver ran down your spine as you felt the soft and fluffy tail of your cat touch your skin as feathery as the winter wind.

“‘Morning, lollipop” you played with his ears, caressing his soft fur and earning a loud and soothing purr. “Are you hungry?” he meowed and you laughed. “C’mon, moma will feed you” another shiver went up your spine as your warm feet touched the cold tiles of your room, and you cursed yourself for not having bought a carpet yet.

The grey cat followed you along to the kitchen, waiting for you to fill his bowl with the food so you could finally do something for yourself. You decided on your usual egg roll and black coffee, taking your time before falling on the rush of Seoul.

You entered the Starship building greeting your coworkers as well as some trainees and idols that were there and walking straight up to your office.

“Good morning people” you smiled to the people there, that greeted you back, your best friend hugging you.

“Good morning, Y/N” Sooyoung said happily, her smile wide in the thin lips of her. “Boss said he’ll be coming over for a meeting at 10 am”.

“I don’t know why you keep calling him boss” your bags thudded on your table. “He’ll be your husband in a few months” she shrugged. “And I still don’t know why you’re still my PA when you can literally be one of the bosses of our department”.

“I like working with you. Besides, if I went to boss things up, you’d go with me-”

“And this department needs you” your boss arrived and ruffled your hair, it was incredible how he loved to treat like a kid even though you were already 24. “How’s the brainstorm?” he asked you, sitting in your chair and the you noticed three of the seven Monsta X members. You waved at them happily, after so many years working there, you grew a soft spot for them.

You, your boss, Shownu, Kihyun, Changkyun and other people from your team spent the whole morning and good part of the afternoon discussing the concept and the visuals for their up and coming comeback, only stopping to eat the takeovers Sooyoung brought.

“I think that we should mix it up a little bit” Changkyun spoke, holding two of the concept boards. “I don’t know, maybe make it a little more urban and edgy rather than dark”.

“Like the one we did for our last Japanese comeback?” Kihyun asked and the maknae nodded. You analysed the boards in front of you as well as the lyrics and meanings. “Call Jooheon and Wonho, they helped produce the album” the boy nodded and sent a message in his phone.”

In a matter of minutes, the two known faces arrived and took their parts in the discussion, expressing their thoughts over the ideas.

Your eyes tried to concentrate on that creative mess in front of you but they unconsciously traveled over the face of the so well-known boy. You and Jooheon were born in the same day, the same hospital, with a difference of seconds, making him older than you - which was enough for him make fun of you and try to piss you off.

Ever since then, your parents became friends, consequently, you two too. Jooheon has been in the most importants parts of your life and you on his. When he became a trainee, when he took part in the survival show, the debut, every single bit of his life you were there. It was more than clichè to tell you’d fall for him, but can someone blame the heart?

Yes, you can. And you did. Every single day of your existence.

Because while you were there, with your soulmate clock stopped, his was counting. He had someone. And it wasn’t you.

“Y/N? Y/N~ah!” you woke from your daydreams with Sooyoung shaking you angrily. “Are you okay? What do you think of this?” you nodded and smiled, just letting an I think that’s great almost inaudible. “Then that’ll be!” the woman clapped her hands excitedly, being followed by the others in the room.

Everyone started to either dissipate from the room or talk to each other about the work to be done from then on. You just wanted to go home, put your feet in a nice and warm bucket of water and stuff your face with pasta and wine, when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You didn’t have to look to know to who that gripped belonged to.

“You. Me. My place. Movies and food.” he said excitedly pointing from you to him. His brown eyes shining galaxies that made you never wanted to stop looking at it. “Oh! And I won’t accept a no as an answer” you rolled your eyes and sighed. You could be 50, 60, and still would act like kids with each other. “Yah! C’mon, Y/N! I’ve finished everything for the comeback, I’m finally free and I want to spend some quality time with my bestie”.

“Kyunnie! I think Jooheon is talking to you” you called the youngster, earning a laugh from the boy in front of you. “Are you serious right now?” he nodded and nudged to your sides, basically cuddling you. He always did that when he wanted attention. “Ok. But I’ll go home first and take a shower and change” he nodded and kissed the tip of your nose, running away from somewhere you didn’t know. “He’s nuts”.

It was almost 8 pm when you parked your car in front of the condominium, giving it to the car keeper of the fancy place.

“Hey!” Jooheon greeted you with a hug, even before you rang the bell. “I saw you coming from the cameras” you giggled at him. You absolutely loved this silly and caring way he had. After all, that’s one of the reasons that made you fall for that man.

Stopping to analyze all the situation, the main reason that you fell for Jooheon is that you allowed yourself too. You never had anyone to wait for, never spend your days dreaming about how your soulmate would look or how they’d be. You had enough time to pay attention to the tiny details of the man you trusted and cared the most. The little things that made Jooheon himself.

You only wished you could understand why you were different from everybody else and why your soulmate couldn’t be your true soulmate, the one you chose.

“What will we do tonight?” he asked pulling you to the couch perfectly placed in the center of the room.

“You were the one who invited me. You decide” his arms hugged your waist and pulled you to snuggle on his chest, which you gladly did, hugging him back and hearing his fast heartbeat. “Are you okay, Joo?” he only nodded, his hands caressing your hair like the rarest feather from a phoenix.

“Y/N…” his voice came as a whisper, loud enough only to travel slowly to your ears.

“Jooheon”

“I have something to tell you” the chill that ran down your spine the day you saw him shirtless was nothing compared to the one you felt that moment. Every single pore of your body was awaken. Those simple words made your heart to beat at the same pace his own and, only then, you could tell it was because he was nervous.

You nodded after a while, waiting for him to say something. The boy lifted his and your body, eyes meeting too close for comfort. His right hand pulled his left sleeve, revealing his soulmate clock, the remaining time almost ending.

“Joo-” you could feel your heart traveling from your chest to your mouth then coming back. With a swift movement, he took his clock out. revealing another one underneath. Your eyes blinked quickly, trying to assimilate everything. “What’s… What the fuck, Lee Jooheon?” you screamed, louder than you wanted.

“The company gave me a fake clock the moment I entered so I could figure it out what was wrong with me and my soulmate” you listened carefully to the boy in front of you. “I never really cared about it, I didn't have time for it after all. But the fake clock was running and time getting tighter, so I had to figure it out what to do, especially with monbebes already knowing about my clock” he sighed, holding your hands on his.

“That means you already met your soulmate?” the question was low, the pain in your heart being too much. His clock was reseted. The zeros adorning his arm.

“My clock always showed zeros. I can’t remember one day it had numbers on it. I didn’t know what was the problem until my mom realized. My clock never worked because I already knew my soulmate. I always did. Our clocks didn’t work because we met each other the moment we were born” you blinked a few times, too much information to handle.

“So… Me and you are…” he nodded.

“I guess, but there’s only one way to know for sure” his body came closer than already was, chests close, knees brushing each other, foreheads touching and the hot breaths mixing it with each other. You closed your eyes and waited. His soft lips ever so gently touched yours, just enough to tickle the muscle and make your body shiver even more than it already was. You were the one who closed the space between your bodies, hand holding the back of his neck and pushing his head torwards yours.

As soon as your lips finally met, an eletric wave ran from your lips to your wrists. The numbers burning your skin, the forms changing to become each other's name. Your fingers gently touched the red-ish name imprinted in his skin. The tears threatening to scape your eyes as you felt your whole body warm up.

“I love you” the words came so easily out of his lips, like they were waiting on the tip of his tongue for so long to be spelled out. “I’m more than happy to know that you are my soulmate” his nose caressed yours, arms wrapping you up in a tight hug. “I love you so much, Y/N”.

“I love you too, Joo” it felt so good saying those words with the real meaning. “The only bad part is that we won’t have all that cute fluff shit of getting to know each other” you pouted.

“Says who?” he left your embrace and got on his feet, you following along. “Hi, I’m Lee Jooheon. Your soulmate” you laughed at his silliness. ��Nice to meet you”.

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you too” you shooke his hand, but quickly enough he pulled to another kiss.

And another.

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Mother dragon (5); Winchester brothers x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey ya’ll okay I first want to say thank you so much for everyone who has taken an interest in this series. I thought no one would give it a shot but now I am in tears at seeing the messages that some of you give me about how much you like this series. And here I present to you, another part and there’s a special treat for you all inside but I won’t tell you what it is, you’ll just have to read and find out.

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Part 5

“Mum. Mum.” I groaned tiredly. “Mum wake up.” Oh god the one thing I never missed, even now that he’s practically full grown. I peeled my eyes open to see Deacy hovering over me.

“What is it?” I groaned out.

“Two questions; one what is that symbol on your right shoulder mean?” I peeked over to see my anti-possession tattoo and I said.

“Well,” I rubbed my eyes trying to wake myself up further as I explained, “You remember how I told you about demons?” he nodded and I said as I gestured to my tattoo, “Well once I turned 18, I got this done instead of having to deal with that necklace on all the time. This tattoo on my body makes me immune to demon possessions.”

“Ahh, and second. What’s that suit you’ve got in the closet?”

“What suit?” I asked. He stood up, walked over to my closet and revealed a secret latch which soon sent my secret falling out. I quickly got out of the bed and I said to him. “What have I told you about going through my stuff?”

“All I want to know is what it is? It’s not like I’ll tell the brothers. You know you can trust me.” I looked at him an of course those soft brown eyes made me butter up every single time. And now that he was an adult, it only just made him that much cuter.

“Okay, okay. But promise me you won’t tell them.”

“Would they even listen to me if I did?” my heart ached a little hearing that come out of his mouth. I walked up to him and grabbed the suit from the rope and placed it on my hidden mannequin. I also took from my drawers the blueprints I had made years ago and handed them to him.

“It’s just a fantasy really, but after remembering that time seeing you fly, I just felt this rush of adrenaline and thought ‘hell why can’t I make one?’ Wings here are made of a flexible but durable leather texture that kinda resemble bat wings. They’re controlled by these pulley here, pull the string and out they pop. The suit itself is light weight so it’s not as bulky as the 2012 Ironman suit in the Avengers, but it’s strong and bullet proof at least.”

“You know dragon skin is the toughest shield there is, even stronger than your regular bullet proof vests. Maybe we can rework the cover of the armor. Make it more dragonesque.” He said.

“We?”

“Yes. This is a really cool design mum. And I think once it’s fully ready we can take it for a test drive.”

“And how do you plan on doing that Mr. Smart guy? We’ll be spotted anywhere here in Kansas.”

“We’ll find a way. So how long did it take you to build this?”

“Well after helping Dean fix his baby, and him teaching me a thing or two about electrical engineering, about…..2 and a half years. Also taking in the time to work on cases with the boys, helping save the world a couple of times. The usual procrastination stuff.” He nodded and he said.

“This is a well-made suit mum. Finally joining team dragons are yah?”

“Again Deacy it’s just a fantasy. I don’t even know if this suit will even work, it’s never been tested out and I’ve had it done for 9 months now.”

“Yo (y/n)!” I heard Dean say from the other side of my door.

“Shit.” I muttered as I quickly hid the suit in my closet and shut it. I quickly turned towards Deacon and was shocked to realize that he was also shirtless. “Gah Deacy put your shirt back on.” I whispered to him as I frantically started trying to find where he had tossed his shirt but couldn’t find it anywhere?

“Why?”

“Because if Dean walks in and sees you like—this he’ll think we…..that you…..” but it was too late, Dean opened my door. He still wore his robe and dark blue nightshirt and shorts as well as his slippers.

“We need to—” Dean opened the door and the second he saw Deacon in my room shirtless, the tiredness immediately left his face as he turned between him and me. “I’mma get my gun.” He bluntly stated as he turned to walk out of my room.

“Dean…..” I stepped forward but he quickly turned around and got into a karate-style like defense position.

“If you truly believe that I would ever turn on my mother like how you’re thinking, you’re even sicker than I thought you were.” Deacy said as he sat down at the foot of my bed.

“Yeah then why the hell don’t you have a shirt on? More importantly why are you in her room?”

“Because you weren’t going to give him a room and dragons get antsy when they’re in unfamiliar places so I allowed him to stay here. Dean c’mon, not this early.”

“Come on? Are you kid…..Look…..This….moth—You and me. Library. Right now.” He spoke his last statement as he tied the strings of his robe around his waist closing his robe around him staring me down like a pissed off dad who caught his daughter having sex with her boyfriend. “Come on!” he pointed behind him emphasizing his demand.

I sighed heavily and turned to Deacy before walking out of my room. I could imagine Deacon trying to follow me because next thing I knew, Dean stopped Deacon by crying out at like he was disciplining a dog.

We reached the library and there I saw Sam as well as Cas.

“Cass, well this is a surprise.”

“Hello (y/n).” he greeted me.

“Hey young lady, we still need to talk about what happened back there.” Dean said as he came into the library. I sighed annoyed as Sam said.

“What happened? What’s going on?”

“I found our little lizard guest was shirtless as he slept with his ‘mother’.”

“Dean I’m gonna ask you as nicely as I can. Can you please get your head out of your ass by this much so that I can explain myself?!” I rubbed my temples and continued, “Nothing happened, okay. When I went to bed he had a shirt on, okay?”

“Should I even ask what this is all about?” asked Cass confused.

“We’ve got a dragon in the bunker.” Explained Sam.

“A—a what?!”

“Yeah a dragon, they still exist and she’s the mother of the one we got.” Dean stated bluntly.

“How—”

“It’s a long story, we’ll fill you in later.” Sam explained.

“But…..how were you not captured? Dragons are attracted to virgin women, that dragon should’ve take you to its den.” Cass said.

“Yes, thank you Cass. I know how dragons are around women.” I sneered.

“Sorry it’s just that. Dragons are attracted to the smell of virgin women and if they aren’t virgins then, they lash out aggressively.” Cass continued to explain not helping my cause.

“Oh god (y/n) please tell you’re—” Dean started off and that’s when I proclaimed.

“Seriously?! When would I have time to give away my V card guys? I’ve lived in the woods for 6 years of my life, most of my teenage life trying to survive. I was in the system for two till I was legal and by then I met you two knuckleheads. When exactly would I have time to have a one night stand with someone?”

“Are we still on the discussion whether I’ll take my mum away from you all?” Deacon’s voice soon piped up. We turned around and I saw that Deacon was now dressed in one of Dean’s shirts as well as a pair of his jeans.

“Is that my Led Zeppelin shirt?” Dean snapped.

“Dean don’t.” I said.

“There’s another one of you here. But he’s not human.” Deacon spoke up wearily as he stared Cass down.

“Cass, this is my adopted son Deacon. I found him shortly after he was hatched. Deacy, this is Castiel he’s……”

“I’m an angel of the Lord.” He spoke up for me. Deacon’s eyes widened before he turned to Cass.

“It’s okay Deacy, he’s not like that last angel you and I encountered. You can trust Cass” I assured him. He hummed and nodded before saying.

“As I was saying earlier, I’ve known my mother since I was a few days old. Barely enough time to fully imprint with my real mother. (Y/n) has filled in the rest of the imprint of being my mother and that’s all I see her as. Not a threat, not prey, not an obsession. Just my mother, and nothing else.” I walked over towards Deacy.

He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled into my neck affectionately as I heard the soft purrs coming out of him. I stroked through his long hair and said.

“And that’s all I see Deacon as. Not a lover, not a monster, and most certainly not a soulless beast, but my son.”

*3rd Person POV*

Dean was currently going through the Men of Letter’s library, trying to find anything about dragons that they might have found. He was also using Sam’s laptop to do some basic animal researching on imprinting, of course most of the search revolved around the Twilight movies but the stuff he did manage to find basically stated the same thing.

“Dude how many times have I told you not to use my laptop? Last time you used it; it froze for a month all because of your Asian porn searching.”

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist Sammy, I’m actually doing some real research this time.”

“And what would that be?”

“Dragons and imprinting. I’m still not buying this crap Deacon’s saying.”

“Well what all have you found out?” Sam asked as he sat down in front of his brother.

“Well the Men of Letters say in this book of how ‘dragons always claim a female virgin in order to sustain their lustful urges.’ Nothing about imprinting or whether a dragon could imprint on a human at the first few moments of birth.”

“What have you found out about Imprinting?”

“Basically the same thing that when an animal is born, the first thing they see they child-parental bond is formed. The animal will just follow you like a lost puppy. Kinda like you do most days.” Sam looked at his brother and he said.

“And both (y/n) and Deacon have said that it was just a few days after he ‘hatched’ that they both met each other.”

“Exactly. Plus it’s been what—seven years since they’ve seen each other. Who knows what that guy’s been up to since then. What if he came into contact with another dragon? Could’ve been taught how to be a real dragon, fallen off the wagon?”

“That is a possibility. I mean it happens with cats and dogs if they become strays for a certain amount of years. But I have to ask, why would he not take her to his nest? Why let her stay back at her old home and not take her away?”

“It could be a play. After all he was raised by (y/n). She’s clever.”

“Yeah but Dean maybe—maybe there’s a chance that Deacon is different than the dragons we encountered a few years back after I got my soul back.”

“Until I see something about it, then Deacon’s still a menace and a danger to (y/n). Now why don’t you help me out here and see if you can find anything that I’m missing here.”

Reluctantly but understanding of where Dean was coming from, Sam picked up another book and began reading as closely as he could through every word and every page on the behavior of dragons.

*My POV*

I was out for my mid-morning run through the woods, I had allowed Deacon to make some adjustments that he saw would benefit my dragon armor and make it even more authentic. I soon stopped panting softly at a cliff’s edge that overlooked the lower levels of the forests.

“Hello (y/n).” I jumped a bit but knew that it was only Cass.

“Damnit Cass how many times must we go through this? Had I not already been through this, I would’ve probably fallen over the cliff.”

“Sorry.” I waved off the apology and said.

“What is it that you came out here for? I know you’ve got something on your mind.”

“It’s about Deacon.”

“Why what’s happened? Is he okay? Did Dean do something to him? If he did I swear to God—”

“He’s fine. It’s more so about your relationship with Deacon than anything else.” I sighed heavily and said.

“Cass please—”

“You are aware of what he is right?”

“Yes Cass I’ve known since the beginning. I came across his mother’s corpse at 11 years old. I watched as poachers, not hunters, poachers which means they hunt for sport, not protection. Come up to her and started admiring her cold, dead corpse and talking about how much they were going to make off of her piece. By piece. If I didn’t allow Deacon to come with me, he would’ve been sold off too, if not killed, while still looking like a 6 year old boy.”

“I understand where you’re coming from. But (y/n) that was all in the past. It’s been years since you’ve seen Deacon. How do you know he won’t revert back to what a dragon is supposed to do?”

“If he had, don’t you think I wouldn’t be here?”

“Some dragons bait their victims on. Don’t you think Deacon could’ve gotten in contact with other dragons and they taught him how to behave like a real one?” I refused to answer that because Deacon already told me everything.

“What exactly are you trying to say Cass? Stop with the riddles and just say it to my face.”

“Deacon’s now a full grown dragon. It wouldn’t be safe for you to have him at this rate. He’s not some pet that you can keep—”

“Didn’t I just say back there that he’s not a pet. I don’t see him as one. He’s my son.”

“And as a parent you must know that all children grow up. While we are grateful to him for saving you from the Vetala pack, he—he has to go back to his home. Wherever that is.” Oh I see where this is going.

“Well I hate to disappoint you Cass, but he’s not going anywhere. As his mother he’s going to stay here. I’ve been searching for him for seven years. I thought he had been killed, and now that I’ve found him, he’s never leaving my side again. I can take care of him, protect him and ensure that no hunter goes after him.”

“(Y/n), you’re not thinking clearly. He’s built his own life somehow. I know he’s told you that. What if he has a mate back home? Children? They’ll need him.” But as Cass kept ranting on trying to get me to see reason, I heard something in the air.

It was a deep, low wind gust. But I knew better, it didn’t sound like wind at all. Plus I have been out here for over an hour and no wind has blown yet, in fact the weather said there wouldn’t be any wind today.

“Cass be quiet.” I said.

“No (y/n) you need to hear—”

“No, no serious quiet!” I was alert and Cass seemed to sense something as well.

“What was that?” my stomach dropped and I muttered.

“Cass get down.” Then suddenly flying right up the cliff’s edge were two large dragons.

One was a massive spiked dark dragon with red like fins decorated down along it’s neck. It also sported a couple of horns at the side of it’s head but it was definitely bigger than how I’ve seen Deacy’s dragon form. The other dragon was smaller than the first and almost appeared like a cross between dragon and an owl.

It’s owl-like face sported a crown of horns and fins kinda like a lionfish and it’s scales consisted mainly orange and brown.

The two dragons circled around me and Cass who was holding me close to him as the two of us had ducked down so that we wouldn’t be blown away by the wind gust that I knew dragons had. They both let out roars as they finally hovered over us, and what was shocking to see with the owl-like dragon was that it’s two large wings suddenly split into four wings.

It tilted it’s head in a straight vertical line as it’s huge golden eyes stared directly at me. It turned towards the bigger dragon grumbling out a low roar, almost as if they were speaking to each other. The bigger dragon glared down at me with hateful eyes as it let out a low growl before roaring down at me.

Both Cass and I covered our ears at the agonizing loudness of the roar. But what we didn’t know was that suddenly appearing out of the woods was another dragon. However compared to the two others, it was more of a giant serpent. Cass turned around and suddenly there was just the force of being knocked forward before I found myself in the clutches of this serpent dragon.

I soon found myself being flown hundreds of feet into the air and I looked up at the black and gold dragon that now had me in it’s claws. I soon heard the sound of grunting and I looked down towards the tail and saw Cass hanging on for dear life.

He placed his finger to his lips trying not to let me give away his cover but the large black dragon huffed and roared at the dragon that had me as its attention turned towards Cass.

The giant serpent dragon then whipped it’s whip-like tail trying to get Cass off of him. Cass tried to hold on as best as he could but all it took was just three whips to finally send him flying back down to earth.

“NOOO!!! CASS!!!” I cried out as he got smaller and smaller before I finally lost him as me and the dragons flew higher and higher. Due to the insane air pressure the higher we flew, I must’ve ended up passing out because next thing I saw was nothing but darkness and I kept muttering Cass’s name as well as Sam’s, Dean’s and Deacon’s.

*3rd Person POV*

Cass fell about 1000 feet straight back down towards the forest and the second he fell to the ground, the only thing he saw were the three giant figures of the dragons flying away from him.

“(Y/n)……no, no (y/n)…..” he tried to get up but his body was in pain from the sudden impact, the last thing he saw were the dragons taking away his dear friend.

As the dragons continued flying higher and higher beyond the clouds. The owl-like dragon’s eyes did something that no other dragon’s could do. They suddenly glowed pure gold and suddenly appearing out in the air was a portal.

One by one each of the dragons flew through the portal and once the serpent like dragon’s full body went through it, the portal closed and disappeared, just as quickly as it had appeared.

The dragons now came upon a series of mountain cliffs filled with nothing but greenery and sea water. They flew through the mountain terrain through the entrance of a cave until finally arriving at a nesting area within the mountain.

Hundreds of dragons soon awoke from their slumber to see the three dragons reenter the picture with a human intact. The serpent dragon gently set (y/n) down before backing away. The owl-like dragon soon came up and as it walked toward (y/n) it changed from a dragon to human as did the other two.

As (y/n) was slowly coming around, she groaned and looked up and through a blurry vision, she saw a man staring down at her with a tuff of short brown hair, the scruff of a beard going all over his face and deep blue eyes staring down at her. She heard the low rumble of dragon growls before she passed out once more.

“Is she dead?” The brown haired dragon turned towards the other two. One was an Egyptian man with short black hair, a strong jawline and blue eyes much like the owl-like dragon has in his human form but not quite as deep. The other male who had asked the question had messy, curly blond hair and had greenish eyes.

He was more strongly built and he just seemed to have the Alpha-like stance and attitude, and around his face were old faded battle scars. The dragon who was standing over (y/n) then answered.

“No, humans don’t have the compacity to withstand sudden high altitude elevation. She’ll live though.”

“Good. Wouldn’t be too sporty of me to kill her if she’s already dead.”

“Easy Warren, we know how you feel about humans but there’s questions that need to be answered.” Spoke the Egyptian.

“Apophis is right. Like who she is and why she’s swarmed with Deacon’s scent.” Answered the brunette.

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