#champions all have and him being the only one to jump into the water was both so funny and fun to watch~

[fdragon-art]

Jackie, my good dude~

(Redraw from S4E21: The Champion's Hike)

[bug-bites]

batfam beach episode?? real not clickbait no glue no borax??

cw: nothing! pure vacation beach fluff (p≧w≦q) also barely proofread,,,

pairing: gn!reader x batfam (NOT ALL AT ONCE.)

characters: dick grayson, jason babygirl todd, cassandra cain, tim drake, damian wayne (all intended to be interpreted as either romantic or platonic unless its damian. ik in some comic runs he's like an adult but hes like permanently 12 in my head and i dont fw that :/)

a/n: im back with a new dc obsession tee hee (soz to everyone who wanted more abt the cod guys or spiderverse im comicsmaxxing and redhoodpilled) will probably make a part 2 w/ bruce, babs, steph, and duke eventually :3c

Dick Grayson haha dick

oh he loves the beach so much

the sand beneath his feet make him feel nostalgic from when he would practice tumbling with his parents in the circus ring i think there's sand in circus rings right? I dunno someone fact check me on that one

the victim of being buried in the sand, always asks for a mermaid tail but ends up with something like massive sand tits (courtesy of either tim or jason), he laughs it off anyways

somehow gets the worst tan lines. He wore a swim shirt one time and never again because the tan lines looked SO BAD which is a total shame because he tans gorgeously

will beg to do play shoulder wars i have no clue if this is the right name, again fact check me for this thing where you get a piggyback ride from someone and you try to knock someone whos also getting a piggyback ride over in the water

you’re on his shoulders since bro is strong asf and you square up against tim and damian

obviously you lose because hello that's damian wayne we are talking about but at least its fun!!

cass and jason are forever the undefeated champions of shoulder wars though, that goes without saying

Cassandra Cain

shes always seen beach episodes in animes that damian practically dragged her into watching so when she gets to actually go to a beach she is so excited peak sibling bonding is dragging your siblings into your interests

loves building sandcastles and writing things in the sand, watching it get washed away, and then do it all over again

hold her hand and jump over waves together on the shore and she will be the giggliest and happiest human being alive on planet earth

but out of all the beach activities she loves beach volleyball

shes actually scarily good at beach volleyball for someone who has never played volleyball before

dick thought it would be fun to teach her and have a friendly match between him and bruce vs you and cass

yeah bruce and dick were COOKED. huffing and puffing like they have a vendetta against the three little pigs at the end of it while cass is like “this is so fun, lets go again!”

ends the day with a little sunset stroll along the shore i need her so bad you do not understand please bbyg ill treat u soooo well

Jason Todd

beaches are fun on paper for him, in person not so much

PERSONAL HC INCOMING! He gets migraines after the lazarus pit so he can only have so much fun before needing to lie face down with his head covered with a beach towel to make everything less overwhelming or he wears sunglasses the entire time

he brings a book to read at the beach and stays in the shade the entire time yes he is that bitch

usually at home in the comfort of his little library he likes to read things that have an impact on him or just stuff that makes him want to analyze deeper. think books like frankenstein, lord of the flies, all quiet on the western front, just generally heavier stuff

but his vacation books? totally different. usually something super light, maybe a shitty romance book that you find in walmart which are clearly just results of book packaging, or a some booktok recommendation he got for shits and giggles because it just was so laughably bad, maybe even a childhood feel-good book like percy jackson or the little prince (mostly just books he would not grieve over if sand permanently got in between the pages)

he tried reading a colleen hoover book once and honest to God wanted to toss it into the ocean HE WOULD HATE HER BOOKS AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

but out of everything he likes watching you enjoy yourself, his book wasnt that important anyways. show him that funky sand dollar you found or that really cool piece of seaglass, he’s probably gonna bring it home with him. a little keepsake along with the millions of grains of sand that never seem to go away

Tim Drake

Burns so easily

At first its kinda cute, like hes asking you to help him get that spot on his back he just cant seem to reach and its just a little sweet moment between you two as you rub the sunscreen into his sore muscles

But then it happens again. And again. And again to the point when he goes up to you, you automatically reach for the tube of SPF 100+ 

I just know his vitamin d deficiency goes crazy

Leaves the beach looking like a lobster, sunburnt, a crazy bump on his head from getting hit with a volleyball, and some god awful sunglasses tan lines

Overall, beach activities are not really his thing bros job is NAWT beach

Enjoys the boardwalk a lot more than the beach itself, likes the touristy stuff but still goes to the beach because dick loves it and he loves his older brother :(

Damian Wayne

i feel like he wouldn’t care too much for typical beach stuff. like at every beach that has sand and decently clean water you can do most beach activities

one thing that is never 100% consistent at all beaches is what lives on the beaches. this boy will spend hours staring into tidepools 

bruce was lowk concerned because his son did not gaf about normal beach activities that kids do but eventually he reached a point where he was like "i mean at least hes having fun and being safe"

i feel like talia would always show him books of sea creatures when he was little but he never ended up being able to see them in their natural habitat someone take this boy to an aquarium now

tells you fun facts about each creature you come across

will scold you if you take a shell from the beach, definitely says some shit like “how would you feel if someone ran into your house and just took your bed?”  based though, leave shells at the beach yall! taking them is like bad for the ecosystem

brings his notebook around and has little sketches of the sea creatures

even though typical beach activities arent his favourite, he doesnt hate it. he likes that he can catch a break from all the vigilante stuff and spend time with his family as a family and not just as a team

loves scuba diving. idk it just somehow makes sense and i think he would look really stupid in a wet suit

also i feel like he would never mention it but in his mind hes fully thinking "this is just like a beach episode" but he would rather die than say it out loud FUCKING NERDDD

[d3adbr3inc3lls]

So hear me out, fem [it's ok if you prefer gn] reader that is like a second in command of the RVT's meeting her past rival Spinel while on that whole 'spinel took the pendant but not even a week later an green cat took it from him' scenario

Like when she arrived at the ship started having an argument with him in front of the trio after that whole fiasco because he brought up that she lost in their last battle back then

Spinel x Past Rival!Reader | Headcannons & Drabble

I do apologise, I didn't quite understand your request at the start, and I don't know how to write arguing scenes,,

You and Spinel have been rivals since- well- forever.

Over time, as the two of you grew older, the rivalry only intensified, with him doing illegal activities just to get a step ahead of you.

Your Eevee evolved into an Espeon? Great, his Eevee evolved into an Umbreon.

You got a water type? He got a magneton.

Despite all this, you've managed to defeat him half of the time, even a bit more than that.

The last battle the two of you had was when you two were in your mid teens. You were going after champion rank and he was there- because- he's your rival!! That's what rivals do, get in your way.

Despite you mostly wining against him, he won the final battle before the two of you eventually lost contact.

Not too long after the two of you lost contact, you joined the RVT and he joined the Explorers.

The RVT was your second home, and later became your main home as you became second in command.

Being second in command, you had to make sure everyone was okay whilst Friede wasn't on board,

In all honesty, you forgot about Spinel, the two of you haven’t seen each other in a good few years now, and even though he was a strong rival, he slipped your mind, you had more important things to worry about like making sure Liko, Roy and Dot are okay.

Sometimes you swore the trio were a magnet for trouble, but it didn't matter, you still cared about them.

The day Liko went missing, you couldn’t help but blame yourself, you let Liko go alone, unsupervised.

You and the gang found Liko a day later in Levincia of all places which confused you to no ends, how was she there? Why was she there?

You had so many unanswered questions, but they didn't matter as she was safe.

But the one thing you immediately noticed was that her precious Pendant was stolen (alongside her memories that she got back later).

It wasn't until you were faced with an Umbreon that you suddenly remembered Spinel,

(No, getting jumped in an alley by a Magneton and a Beheeyem somehow didn't remind you of him),

"Go Umbreon. I do apologise that you have to fight some weak opponents,"

Memories flashed in your mind.

You knew that Umbreon.

It was the same Umbreon who stood proudly after Spinel had defeated you before you could fight the Elite 4.

"I'm especially sorry for sending you out to battle y/n, you know how weak they are,"

Spinel's voice rang in your ears as his Umbreon let out a low growl, remembering your Espeon from battle, resulting in your partner pokémon letting out a snarl of its own.

"Remember what happened at the league? You thought you were so prepared to face the Elite 4,? But you couldn't even beat your own rival?" Spinel taunted.

Oh how you wished you could wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

"I've grown. I've become a better trainer with my pokémon." Your protests fall short as Spinel laughs again. His disbelief annoying you to no ends.

"You're still using that weak little Espeon of yours, you know it doesn't stand a chance against my Umbreon."

The fur on your Espeon's back stood up. She never liked being compared to the Umbreon which by all means was understandable, with the dark type not being affected by her typing's moves.

"She isn't weak. She's won against your Umbreon!"

"Like what? Two times out of the many? Don't be so delusional."

You could feel Liko's worried gaze on you as you tried to think of something, anything to talk back.

"Umbreon, use dark pulse."

"Espeon, dodge!"

Another cackle came can be heard from the probably-still-teal haired man.

"If you're so strong. Why are you scared of a dark pulse,?"

Gritting your teeth you flex your fingers, glancing around to try and find a way to use your sorroundings to your advantage.

"Espeon! Use Dazzling Gleam!"

Without even a word spoken, the Umbreon effortlessly doged it.

Letting out a hiss, your Espon jumped back to your side, glaring at her foe.

"You're still the same inexperienced trainer,"

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Drabble portion edited by the wonderful @amethiosspouse !!

[fourstarsoutofnine]

I would like to humbly request a fluffy fic for Wind where the reader and him are having fun at a lake or similar so he can get his mind off of something very stressing that happened to him recently 🥺 The dynamic I had in mind is reader being kinda like an older sibling to him

Ur fics are soooo good and so cute <3 hope you don't mind this request.

A/n:heyoooo! Im gonna combine these two. Wrote this in one go with Long Story Short bc Taylor Swift playing on repeat and my cat half asleep on my arm. Wind is one of my favorites and I really enjoyed writing this :) not proofread btw

Warnings:none!

Lake Shenanigans with the Hero of Winds.

You’d all been traveling for hours and hours with seemingly no end in sight. It had been a very taxing night before—a particularly difficult fight had left everyone, especially the sailor, in disarray. Every part of you ached as you walked beside the young boy, and you begged Hylia, Din, Nayru, and Farore—anyone who would listen—for a break. You needed to sit down and let your feet rest. Your body cried for it in the way it creaked and popped with each step as though you were an old tree rocking with the wind. And then you saw it in your periphery. A lake.

“Hey old man!!!” You were suddenly met with a new sense of energy with the idea of rest just on the horizon. You ran ahead to walk next to the man. “Can we go to the lake??? We’ve been walking since four AM… it’s…” you didn’t even know what time it was, and your face scrunched in confusion as you tried to throw together the hours that swirled in your memory like paint mixing into a deep, ugly gray hue. You didn’t have a clue how long it’d been. “I—I Don’t know what time it is now, but that makes my case even more urgent—we need to rest…”

He looked up to the sky as he thought. It had been a while… he looked back to the group of men and boys behind him, exhaustion radiating from them like heat waves from a sheet of metal. “…alright. I don’t see why not. Detour, boys. We’re going to the lake.”

“What’s a lake?” The youngest hero, the hero of winds, asked.

“What’s a lake???” You exclaimed with surprise written on your face. It hit you then. The sailor was from a time where Hyrule was surrounded by oceans, its once vast lands reduced to mere islands. “Well—….” You went to walk beside the boy as you followed the old man’s new path towards the body of water. “It’s….like a small sea… and it’s freshwater instead of saltwater… and they’re *really* nice to swim in.”

He seemed even more eager to get to your destination after that. It brought a pep to the step of everyone in the group and in a matter of mere minutes, you all arrived. The sailor lit up once he saw the water. “Whoa!!! It is like a mini lake!!” He shouted with a smile that could light the way even in pure darkness. His eyes sparkled at the waterfall dumping fresh water into the lake. It was more the beginning of a River, really, but you weren’t complaining. It was cleaner with moving water. Not like you were extremely worried about that, though.

“Uh-huh! Told you!” You smiled and slipped your shoes off, putting your feet into the lake and sighing in relief from the cold water that eased your aches in a chilled embrace you welcomed graciously. You watched the champion strip himself of his armor and jump in with caution thrown to the wind, as it always was in his case. You supposed, if he could face death and return victorious then there wasn’t much for him to fear.

Several links followed his lead and swam around with each other, playing chicken fight, and diving to the bottom to see what treasures may lie there from days past. You remained where you were until the sailor came up to you with a devilish look that only told you he was up to no good.

“Uh oh. What trouble are you getting into?” You grinned.

“Now why would you think that??? I’m a good boy I do no harm.” He smiled and batted his eyelashes, to which you gave a scoffing laugh.

“Yeah, right—okay.” You rolled your eyes. “What’s the agenda, sailor?”

“Look at the vet.” He said and you turned your head. The vet laid with his feet in the water and his hat over his face. His arms acted as a pillow behind his head. He was virtually defenseless and far too at your mercy for his own good. You knew what the sailor had in mind without him having to tell you, and the evil smile you returned to the boy told him exactly that. You were on the exact same page and spoke the same language of mischief as he did. The two of you snuck off to grab one of the buckets the group carried. You scooped water Into it and snuck as silently over as you could. Thankfully, he was too deep into sleep to notice you at all. You silently counted down from 3 on your fingers. Once reaching zero, you dumped it on him and he shot up with a gasp as you threw the bucket and ran for your lives. He whipped around to see your retreating forms and leapt up to chase after you. You two split up and ran back around him, jumping into the lake with little regard to your clothes. They’d dry, you’d be fine. And so would the vet, even if he’d pout and scowl the rest of the day. It was funny, he had to admit(even if he wouldn’t). All hell always broke loose whenever you and the sailor teamed up for shenanigans, but the group needed that sometimes. They were a serious bunch when they went too long without fun. You two would always be there to bring it back.

[amostimprobabledream]

Here Comes The Rain (Dazai Osamu x Reader)

Finally got around to writing this! Just Dazai handling his feelings in his own Dazai manner. Also available on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46255900 Was there anything better than a stormy night? Dazai Osamu sat facing the window in his bedroom, watching the rain lashing down from a pitch-black sky, only visible thanks to the streetlamps. The weather forecast had been promising rain for days, and now it had finally come – no doubt people would be opening their curtains or blinds tomorrow to see a world awash with it. He could hear it very well, fat droplets smacking the ground with force before bouncing back up, only to land a second time. The gutters were already overflowing with rain and the pavement shone like silver, the sound of dripping filling the street. Ordinarily in a storm like this one, Dazai may have been tempted to go out and make another suicide attempt – with the rain like this, if he flung himself into the water, he’d stand no chance of beating the current. He could swim, but he wasn’t strong enough to fight so much water. He’d be borne back ceaselessly against the flood and he’d likely drown before he even washed out to sea. …But alas for Dazai, there were too many variables for it to be his idealised, perfect suicide. For one, it was dark, and he had no way of seeing how deep or not the water was – suppose he misjudged a jump, ended up landing in shallow water and breaking his legs or his back? He’d lie there in a state of helpless paralysis before the water eventually took him, slowly, or some innocent bystander tried to wade in and rescue him. Or there was always a chance he might impale himself on a stray tree branch, leaving him being swept along in excruciating pain, unable to peacefully slip away like he envisioned. A sound caught Dazai’s attention, and he turned his head, feeling a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth automatically. And there was another variable in why he couldn’t go out into the storm. You.

Dazai didn’t know how you’d managed it. Honestly, it was clear you had no idea either, or he would have seen through your attempts and evaded them. It was like a champion chess player going up against an amateur and being utterly unable to predict their moves – there was no rhyme or reason, no recognisable strategy in motion. It was simply instinct, and your own intuition and your own intuition that drove you forward. In this way of yours, you had tethered yourself to him, your poisoned barb sank into Dazai’s heart and despite himself, he had no desire to pull it out. Pulled away from his admiration of the rain, Dazai was now admiring your adorable sleeping face instead. Your cheek was squished against the pillow and occasionally your eyelids flickered. No doubt you were deep in a REM cycle right now, lulled by the shush of water outside. He wondered if you were dreaming of him. Perhaps it was egotistical of him to think so, but wasn’t it logical when you’d spent all day together, basking in some rare but well-earned time off? Or maybe the sound of the rain and cool air caressing your cheek had invaded your subconscious and instead you were dreaming of water, maybe plunged into the depth of the ocean or walking down a stormy street. Either way, at least it was a pleasant dream, judging by your peaceful expression and the steady rise and fall of your chest. Dazai himself had found he slept better when you were with him in his futon – the nightmares never left him entirely, yet falling asleep beside your warm, soft body seemed a wonderful panacea to them. Sometimes if he woke suddenly in the middle of the night, as he had now, he’d simply wrap his arms around you and let the steady thump of your heartbeat soothe him back to sleep. Such a simple thing, the comfort of another person, yet he’d gone so long without it that now he had it, he was terrified it would soon slip from his grasp again. But apparently Dazai was feeling philosophical tonight, because now he had woken prematurely, he didn’t feel any strong urge to go back to sleep. Not yet, anyway. Instead his long, elegant fingers curved around your cheek and you made a sound in response, much like a cat when you pet it in its sleep. “Sweetheart,” Dazai said, both a greeting and an exhortation. Too impatient for you to pull yourself from the depth of slumber by yourself, he kissed you, humming at the wonderfully familiar feel of your lips against his. You stirred from beneath your cosy blanket cocoon. “Mm?” Groggily your eyes opened, holding a glazed expression, still full of sleep. Your entire state hovering in a state of dreaming and consciousness. The sight made his breath catch in his throat. “Dazai?” you murmured in adorable confusion, voice vaguely rusty from disuse. “Yes, sweetness.” he cooed, leaning down. “C’mere…” He pressed his lips to yours, enjoying your confusion, but he’d kissed you enough times by now that you responded to him readily enough, despite still being half-asleep. A clumsy arm grabbed at him and he pulled you closer in response, pressing you against his chest. He loved it when you were like this. Soft and sleepy and pliant, unguarded in your thoughts. Not to say he didn’t adore you when you were fully awake and alert too, (you were much more fun to mess with then) but these little intimate moments where he had the pleasure of seeing you in a state not many ever did were special. He savoured it, like a curl of sugar melting on his tongue, here and gone in an instant but cherished for its sweetness. He never could say that, though. Dazai was a shameless flirt and an expert at bending others to his will with words alone, but emotional intimacy was not his strong suit and he knew it. Being honest and unguarded made him as tongue-tied and awkward as a schoolboy. But he was much better at being honest with his body. Eventually he pulled back to let you breathe, a smirk on his face at your kiss-swollen lips. Now you were slightly more lucid, and the first hint of annoyance crossed your features over Dazai shaking you awake simply because he wanted some affection. "What time is it? Couldn't this have waited until the day?" you complained, looking around for some kind of clock, but your phone was out of reach. "No." Dazai said in an oddly serious tone. "It couldn't." Attuned as you were to him, something in his voice caught your attention and you turned to look at him. He could read your expressions perfectly and your brow creased in apparent worry. Dazai never woke you when he had nightmares, preferring simply to breeze past them without discussion, so what other reason had he woken you? Thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance and Dazai crawled on top of you, his arms caging you in as you blinked up at him. His eyes were bright in the soft darkness. You didn’t stop him as his slowly moved down your body, caressing, hands sliding down your pajamas, before he gently tugged the bottoms down your thighs, planting kisses on your legs as he went. You bit your lip. “Dazai, right now-?” “Yes.” he breathed, like a prayer. You weren’t going to turn him down – Dazai could do some incredible things with his mouth and as far as you were concerned, he owed you for waking you up in the middle of the night seemingly apropos of nothing. So you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him snuggled inbetween your thighs. He playfully snapped the waistband of your panties against your hip, making you yelp, before pulling those down as well. Expertly he nudged your legs wider apart and despite the many times he’d done this, it always made you blush to be so exposed to him, even alone in the darkness. Dazai didn’t let you hide anything from him, and that included when he was going down on you. “So lovely, bella.” Dazai praised you in hushed tones, tracing a finger over your core and watching you twitch at the teasing, featherlight touch. “Hold nice and still for me, now.” You nodded, bottom lip between your teeth, and Dazai plunged in with abandon. Perhaps it was because you were still sleepy, still pleasantly fuzzy in the head, because it felt like your other concerns were dulled, the only sensation that mattered Dazai’s hot tongue lapping at your clit. Heat washed over you, tingling shocks following each leisurely flick of Dazai’s tongue. A moan or a gasp or something inbetween left you in an exhalation of air. Dazai’s hands are gripping your thighs, fingers squeezing the flesh and you can only see his wavy hair as he went down on you, his mouth closing over your clit and driving a keen from your mouth. “Nnh…” Dazai couldn’t watch you come undone from his current position, but your audible sighs and whimpering was plenty for him to get himself off. He was not a man who considered oral sex some tedious chore to do before he could get down to the main action. Oh, no. The taste of you flooding his tongue, his name spoken in broken, needy fragments and the feeling of your thighs pressing against him? It was heaven. With how talented Dazai was with his tongue, you were squirming on the mattress before long, pyjamas bottoms tangling around your knees as you gasped, limbs still heavy from tiredness but your head feeling airy and light, heat building and building as he lavished attention on your cunt, pushing his tongue inside you to make you squeal. “Oh fuck! Dazai! Don’t stop!” you said, the phrases exploding from you in short, commanding, insensible bursts. You can only speak in demands, punctuated by cries. Dazai huffed in amusement as he pushed you into climaxing, catching your juices on his tongue, squeezing the flesh of your thighs. He playfully nipped the soft skin as he moved back, wiping the back of his wrist across his damp mouth. He didn’t give you any time to recover, not with his cock throbbing the way it was. He clambered beneath the covers with you, pressing himself against you. You turned your head to look at his expression, a smirk of your own tugging at your mouth. “You’re needy tonight, huh?” you said, and he didn’t deny it. "Please, bella." he breathed against your neck, pressing urgent, sloppy kisses there that made you giggle. "Need to feel you...” Fuck. Dazai didn’t beg very often but when he did, he sure knew how to do it prettily. How could you deny such a request? You nodded, too distracted to speak, and Dazai wasted no time in positioning himself, entering you in one smooth thrust that made you squeal at the abrupt feeling of being filled up. With a breathy moan, he rocked his hips forwards, bottoming out inch by inch in your wet cunt. And being the talker he was, he couldn’t just let it pass without comment. “So good…you’re so good for me, darling.” He purred, praises leaving his lips as easily as taking a breath, rutting shamelessly against you like a buck in heat. “Mm…my pretty girl…” A hiss left your mouth that mingled with the relentless pattering of rain on the rooftops outside and the cold air drifting in through the crack in the window feels good on your hot, slick skin. Your arms wrapped around Dazai, pulling him down, sinking your nails into his back and scoring thin, red marks down his skin. He liked some pain with his pleasure and he arched his back and moaned, and the noise made your walls pulse around his cock. Fuck. It seemed hard to believe he could work you up so easily after making you come once, but he knew your body so well he could have drawn a map of it. “Fuck, Dazai.” You whispered – you didn’t know why you were whispering, only that the weather gave all this a confessional air, like a secret between the two of you, cut off from the rest of the world as you were by a veil of water. “God…” Dazai snaked a hand down between your bodies, and his fingers pinched your clit hard enough to make you squeal. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger as he sank into you over and over, sighing with rapture as your convulsing, hot core sucked him in, like your body simply did not want to let him go. “Yes, princess, that’s it…make more of those sounds for me.” Dazai muttered, turning his head and nipping at your throat, mindful not to break the skin but applying enough pressure to give you a jolt – he’s not the only one who doesn’t mind a little rough stuff. You’re groaning against his ear and you pinch his earlobe between your teeth and give it a little pull. Dazai sighed with pleasure, snapping his hips in a sharp thrust that had you blinking away stars. “Nnh-! Like that! Do it again!” “So demanding,” Dazai chuckled. “And you call me needy, sweetheart.” But he obliged you, of course. Dazai had a hard time saying ‘no’ to you on a regular basis, and since he woke you from a peaceful slumber because he was too desperate to wait to be inside you, the least he can do is make your dreams pale in comparison to what he’s giving you right now. The head of his cock nudged up against that sweetspot he knew you couldn’t reach with your fingers along and you squealed, pressing your mouth against his neck to muffle the noise. Dazai chuckled. “Oh, belladonna. Do you think I can’t hear how much you love taking my cock?” he teased, enjoying your little whine of embarrassment. “Ssh. Just enjoy it, honey. You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel it. Don’t worry, just let me make you feel good…” Dazai knew that he was good at dirty talk and his voice always provoked a reaction from you – you were so easy to read, the way your spine would straighten simply by him lowering his voice an octave or the way your eyes would widen when he slipped an innuendo into a seemingly innocent conversation. Why wouldn’t he use it to his advantage now? “Fuck, Dazai…” you said, voice strained with the effort of trying to speak and contain your moans at the same time. “God…you feel so good…please…” Your speech sounded almost slurred, and your pleas weren’t as pretty as Dazai’s, but he loved it all the same. He became faster and faster, the snap of his hips against yours, flesh on flesh, loud in the quiet of the room. Your breathy cries drifted up to the ceiling, accompanied by Dazai’s own moaning until they reached a crescendo of noise, Dazai’s back arching as he came and judging by the clamping around his cock and your body shuddering beneath him, your mouth falling open and eyes glassy with pleasure, you were right along with him. “Nngh…” “Ah…” For a moment time was suspended, both of you adrift in a wave of pleasure that relentlessly pulled you under. You took a couple of minutes to get your bearings back, the ceiling wavering above you like you’re looking at it through a kaleidoscope and your body is slick with sweat. You can hear Dazai panting on top of you, his chest pressing you against the mattress. “Dazai-“ you began. He hummed in acknowledgement, pressing another lazy, affectionate kiss to your lips before he rolled off you, though he didn’t go far. You didn’t protest as he pulled you closer, resting your head against his chest and listening to the galloping of his heart. His fingers toyed with your hair, brushing it away from your damp forehead, combing his hands through it in a way he knew you loved and that always made you sleepy. “Really? You woke me up just to fuck and now you’re trying to trick me into going back to sleep?” you said, but the glare you gave him was completely ruined by the flush dampening your skin and a yawn slipping from you. “Something like that,” Dazai said vaguely, and you gave a scoff of disbelieving laughter despite yourself. Of course, the real reason wasn’t quite so cut and dried as that, but Dazai could tell any explanations from him would fall on deaf ears – even as he watched, the lure of sleep was already winning its fight with your conscience, your eyes falling shut like they were too heavy for you to hold open anymore. “Go back to sleep, baby.” Dazai told you, still stroking your hair, shamelessly using it to keep you settled against his chest – the weight of your body was comforting. “Tomorrow we’ll skip work, have breakfast and watch people try and swim to their jobs.” “Mmm…” you hummed, a smile on your face at the joke, and he watched it fade into that tranquil look as you fell back asleep, nuzzling into Dazai’s chest and making yourself comfortable. Now he wouldn’t be able to move all night until you woke again – that was the rule. Dazai settled back against the pillow, wrapping one arm around you and tugging the covers over you both. He listened to the sound of the rain outside as he felt his own eyes begin to slide shut. No, he had not woken you simply for sex, even if that seemed like the obvious answer from an outside view. Dazai’s affections for you were so large and confusing to him, a man who was sorely deprived of such things for such a long time, he often simply did not know what to do with it. Sex was simply one of the easiest – and most fun – ways of showing it. Saying it was much harder, but eventually he’d get there. For now, enjoy one another’s company and bodies was a pleasure he’d never thought would be his. Dazai Osamu did not know how to love, or be loved. But for you, he was willing to try.

[acriminalmind]

Soccermom!Wanda Maximoff x Male reader

Summary: Getting a trophy after his team becomes champion is not the only reward he gets.

Warnings: Milf Wanda, age gap (legal: Y/N is 20 and Wanda is around 40), smut, oral (both), praise, mommy kink, shower seks, squirting, cum eating, fingering, fluff.

Let me know if I forgot any warnings.

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The wall of steam prevents others to see what kind of activities are being done beneath the hot streaming water of the showers, but the sounds leave little to the imagination.

The clear water splashing on the black tiles conceals the sound of skin on skin slapping, but it doesn't hide the loud moans and praises being made by the last two people in the building.

"O god yes baby, right there. You are doing so good for mommy, you make mommy feel so so good. Please don't stop."

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*An hour earlier*

Ten minutes left on the clock. The tension was to die for. Drops of sweat flow like rivers from the heads of the twenty-two players on the field. It was a warm summer evening in June. There was not a cloud in the sky. The birds whistled a happy tune in harmony. The referee gives the signal that the last minutes have officially started. The kick-off is taken and the two competing teams fight for the win. Both have won the same number of victories and this match determines who will take the cup home this year.

You take a look over your shoulder at the opponents before looking back at your own team. You saw the tiredness on their little faces. It was 3-3 at the moment, both teams giving their best to break that tie and take the lead. You wanted to bring the fire back into the eyes of your little champions.

"I can say that winning is not as important as participating, but I know that that is what you all want and what you worked so hard for. I have seen each and every one of you grows over the past months and I am so proud of each and every one of you. I am so grateful of being the trainer and coach of a team like this one. The moment I first walked onto the training field and saw you together it reminded me of a happy little family where you accepted me. You are all strong warriors with amazing skills and together you are capable of incredible things. Now leave all doubts here with me and go play and show them who you are!"

You saw the fire come back into their eyes. They gave you a big group hug and ran back to the field to take their places. Tommy, the fastest player on the team, looked at you with slight nerves. You gave him a confident smile and raised your thumbs. He gave you a sweet smile back before focusing on the ball in front of him. You looked behind you at the parents of your players, who were all looking with pride at their children on the green field. You caught a glimpse of a green pair of eyes that held admiration in them when they looked at you before shooting back to the field where her son waited patiently for the whistle. You felt your cheeks burn from the little attention you got from the woman you had a light, wait no, a huge crush on. You heard the whistle signaling that the match had started again and turned your full attention back to the game.

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Avery, one of the opponents, manages to get hold of the ball and sprint towards the goal. He evades the defenders' attempt to stop him. He prepares to score, but suddenly the ball is gone. None other than the team's speedster Tommy Maximoff had taken the ball from him at what seemed the speed of light and is now on his way to the other side of the field. Your team's parents started encouraging Tommy. The rest of the team ran with him, stopping every attack from the opponents to take away their chance of winning. You looked at your watch and saw that there were only 60 seconds left. You could already see the referee whistle at his mouth. You looked back at Tommy who was very close to the target. The brown-haired boy looked up and shot the ball toward the corner of the goal. The keeper jumped up, but not high enough as the ball only slightly touched his fingers before getting cathed by the net behind him.

"GOAAALLL!!!"

The team jumped on Tommy while cheering.

After the match was officially ended by the sound of a high pitch the team stormed off the field running to their parents who proudly hugged their offspring. You watched with pride the scene in front of you. Once they calmed down a little bit the teammates looked at each other with wide smiles before running at you and tackling you to the ground.

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After you and the team celebrated their well-deserved championship you returned to the club to clean the cafeteria and fill in some papers in your office. It was close to midnight when you heard a soft knock on your door.

"The door is open!"

Without looking up, expecting it to be one of the other trainers who forgot something, you continue filling in the last forms of the night.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

Your head shoots up when you hear the unexpected voice. Looking straight into her piercing gaze. She is wearing a dark red trench coat with a pair of black heels underneath. Her long hair is tied in a tight bun.

You try to calm your nerves before you talk to her.

"Miss Maximoff, what are you doing here this late at night?"

"I can ask you the same thing Mr. Y/L/N. Aren't you supposed to be resting? You had a pretty tiring day. I assume you are tired."

You scratched your head realizing that you are indeed quite tired.

"I presume you didn't just walk in here to chat about my tiredness. How can I be of your service miss Maximoff?" You gave her a sweet smile with sent butterflies to her belly.

"I wanted to personally thank you for being such a support and amazing coach for my boy. Seeing him so happy because of you gives me joy. I also wanted to congrats you on the victory of your team."

"You don't have to thank me miss Maximoff. I love training and supporting those little rascals." You answered while trying to hide your blush from the woman.

"But I do want to thank you, darling. You have done such an amazing job. You deserve a reward."

Nerves took over your whole body at hearing her talking to you like that and calling you darling.

Miss Maximoff locked the door behind her while keeping her darkened gaze on you. After making sure no one could interrupt she walked towards you. Slowly she opened her coat dropping it on the ground. Your eyes widened at the sight. She was wearing red silken langerie. She walked around your desk turning your chair towards her en kneeling in between your legs.

"M- Miss Maximoff..." you stammered out too stunned to speak.

"Please Y/N, stop being so formal. Call me… Mommy." She brought her hands to your jeans and unzipped the zipper. She took your already hard cock out before she smiled at you.

“You are already so hard for mommy.

She slowly started stroking your long shaft without losing eye contact. Before you knew it she brought her red lips to the covered pre-cum tip and licked it off.

"You taste so good, honey."

Your eyes rolled back into your head as she took your whole cock in her mouth. She took one of your hands and intertwined it with hers, placing your other hand on her head. When she started going faster your grip tightened in her hair. You couldn't contain your moans, letting them all out. When she looked up at you from her position with her watery eyes you lost it. You started thrusting your hips, the tip of your cock reaching the back of her throat. Her tongue moved around your length. After a few more thrusts you felt yourself bursting, filling her mouth with your load.

After withdrawing from your cock she shows the white substance in her mouth before closing it and swallowing all of it till the last drop.

She stands up and takes your hand pulling you out of your chair. She walks you to the black couch in the corner of the room pushing you on it before straddling you. Her soft hands lay peacefully on your shoulders. She brings her mouth to your ear and whispers in a sensual tone: "Mommy needs you to make her feel good." You closed your eyes hearing those words before opening them again and looking straight into her gazing eyes. Your eyes now darkened with lust. You smashed your lips onto her earning a groan from the woman on top of you who started grinding on your lap. You lick her lip asking for access and she grants it immediately. Your hands wander over her back opening the clasp of her bra before ripping it off and throwing it somewhere on the floor. While you kneed her breasts in your hands you start kissing her neck. She bows her head to the side giving you more access. Sweet moans are now filling your office. You take one of her nipples into your mouth switching after a while giving the other the same amount of attention. She holds your head pushing you closer to her. After pushing her onto the couch you undress slowly in front of her. While biting her lip she undoes herself from her panties spreading her legs and showing you how wet you've got her. You take in the beautiful sight before laying yourself on top of her and kissing her roughly. Her hand travels between your sweaty bodies reaching for your cock. She aligns it with her dripping hole and puts the tip inside of her earning a loud moan from the both of you. You start to slowly insert yourself into her giving her time to adjust.

When you feel she is ready you start to thrust into her. She claws onto your back leaving marks all over it.

"Please baby harder, fuck mommy harder."

You increase your pace to an animalistic one, grunting in her ear. Her mouth is slightly agape. When you feel heel walls gripping your cock you draw out turning her on all fours and swiftly entering her from behind returning to your pace. You slide one of your hands underneath her rubbing her clit.

"I'm cumming baby, Mommy's cumming on your big cock. Please don't stop!"

You give a few more thrusts pushing her and yourself over the edge. Her moans fill the air while her juices mixed with yours drip over her thigh onto the couch. Not worrying about the mess. You needed a new one anyway.

You let her ride out her orgasm before slipping out of her. She takes a few breaths before looking at you and kissing you with passion.

"You did so well for me, baby. Making me feel so good."

She wants to straddle you, but you have other plans. You pick her up bridal style and take her to the private showers of the building.

You put her with you under the hot water of the shower giving her a quick peck on the lips before kissing every inch of her beautiful body savoring the moment. When you arrive at your wanted destination you grab one of her legs place it on your shoulder and start kissing her inner thigh. When you feel her hand in your hair pushing you to where she wants you to be you obey. You begin slowly to eat her out while your nose pushes against her sensitive bud. Her moans are music to your ears. You put one finger inside of her taking her by surprise before adding a second and thirth. She starts grinding against your face.

"I love seeing you on your knees for mommy, baby while you eat me out with your pretty mouth. Doing so good, making me so proud."

The praises make you hard again, but you are determined to make her finish first before thinking about yourself.

Feeling her walls clench around your fingers you start sucking harsher on her bud while you take one of her nipples in your free hand.

"O-o yes, baby, Yes. Doing s-so g-good!"

Then you feel her wetness spurting out of her onto your hand, face, chest, and tighs. You feel like a gnome finding his pot of gold. You lick up her sweet juices moaning at the taste. You could eat this as breakfast.

"You taste absolutely incredible, mommy. I have never tasted something so good." You said while licking the last bits of her cum off of your lips.

She looks at you and smiles.

"You did so well making mommy squirt like she has never before and appreciating what I give you not spilling a single drop."

You stand up to look her in the eyes with a sweet smile on your face.

She cups your face and looks at you with a certain look in her eyes.

"I don't want this to be a one-time thing." She says.

"The moment you introduced yourself after my boy's first training session I felt something. And that feeling grew more and more over time."

You looked at her in adoration. She looked so cute when she was like this.

"I know you are my boy's coach and that we have a little age gap, but I mean it when I say that I want to get to know you, next to the fact that you are a soccer coach." She laughs at the last part 

"I don't want to force you if you don't want anything more than this but..."

You cut her off with a slow kiss.

"I have had a crush on you the moment you stepped onto the field with your son. I don't care about our little age difference. You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.  I would love to take you out to dinner next Friday if you want to. I don't want this to be a one-time thing either."

She hugs you after hearing you say that.

"Pick me up at 7."

You kiss her again still having a hard-on to get rid of and having the need of wanting to make her feel good again, you pick her up, push her against the wall, and thrust yourself into her in one swift motion.

De steam flowing from the hot water now covering their naked bodies.

"O god yes baby, right there. You are doing so good for mommy, you make mommy feel so so good. Please don't stop."

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[hockeyshmockey]

Max Verstappen- Expectations

summary: my first request for maxy boy! 

Bestie, I’m not sure if you’re taking request, but if you are could I have a max fic where the reader is the daughter of a famous celebrity/athlete and there’s a lot of expectation for her to follow into her parents footsteps and she bonds with max about the high expectations people put on them just because of who their parents are!!

warnings: none :) 

wc: 540

The only sound in the small bathroom was your heavy breaths. You stared in the mirror, playing with your hair and the fabric of your dress to try and get your mind to stop racing, and calm the anxiety resting on your chest. You jumped when there was a soft knock on the door. 

Sliding the lock and opening the door a crack, smiling shakily as you met the concerned blue eyes peeking in. “You ok love?” Max asked, joining you as you opened the door slightly. 

“Just freaking out,” you laughed, falling into his arms as soon as he opened them. 

“Why?” He ran a hand over your hair. “Everyone is so excited for you.”

“That’s the thing,” you sighed, pulling back and leaning against the sink, crossing your arms. “I am terrified about tomorrow.”

Tonight, you and Max were at nice dinner in Manchester, your parents, siblings, and his mother and sister sitting in the dining room, waiting on the two of you. Tomorrow would be your debut starting for the England Women’s National Team in the Euro Championship, and you were terrified. 

While you had definitely hit the field with your team before, tomorrow you were on the starting roster. So the expectations were high. What made it even worse? Was having the last name Beckham.

“Why are you scared Liefde?” Max crouched down to be able to look into your eyes. 

“Having everyone there,” you sighed. “They usually can’t stop talking about how I compare to dad, but with him there it will be ten times worse.”

“Oh, honey,” Max sighed as your bottom lip quivered, wrapping you in his arms. “I know how hard this is. I remember coming in to my first race, all anyone wanted to talk about was my father. But at the end of the day, you are the one that matters. You are carving your own path. You are one of the youngest starting players in the English national team’s history. And tomorrow you are going to blow all of them out of the water.”

“I just don’t want to let anyone down,” you sighed, pulling back to wipe under your eyes. 

“Listen, your parents, me, your team mates, we are all so proud of you. There is nothing you could do to let us down,” Max pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Tomorrow, you just need to go out and play your hardest, and that is enough. I know how tough it can be to feel like those expectations are on your shoulders, but the only expectations you need to live up to are your own.”

The two of you spent a moment cleaning up your face before you joined your family again.

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“David, your daughter just made a league record for goals scored in their first game as a starter. How do you feel seeing her following in your footsteps?” the interviewer asked the beaming man. 

“Well, I think she’s blazing her own path. We’re so proud of her. We wanted her to always follow her passion, and it was cool it ended up being football. But we just wanted her to find something that was hers, and this is something we can luckily share a passion in.”

The following day, the news would mention the way David and Victoria Beckham had talked incessantly after the England game how proud of their daughter they were. Followed by quotes from the current F1 World Champion on how much he was impressed with his girlfriend and how she was the athlete in their relationship.

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 721: Bottles!!

Pag 1

1: To deliver the supplies they're carrying, and their hopes, they're franticly chasing!!

Pag 2

1: It's too hot for this jacket

2: I'll take it off

Even though the forecast said it would be a little cooler..

Thanks- with this weather I already want to eat an ice-cream

3: It's starting to blow a hot south wind from the sea, suddenly

4: It's humid, too..... I feel the sudden heat of this season in my body

Pag 3

1: For the cyclists running it must be much more hard

Pag 4

6: The tempersture is rising higher than I imagined

Since earlier some people, because of the heat....

Pag 5

1: Got separated from this pack

Senpai, I can't do it- the heat.... my leg is cramped

Do your best, Nishikawa!

2: Senpai, at least take my bottle and go

Nishikawa!

3: I'm sweating a lot

4: And earlier I emptied my second bottle, too

5: Onoda's expression isn't showing feelings, either

6: “If the forecast was right and we're without supplies...”.... you're thinking that, right?

7: Yeah

Like this, we probably won't last... until the finish line

Yeah

Pag 6

1: Right now, the thing I want the most....

4: is water bottles

Pag 7

1: Straight road!!

2: Two people from Sohoku jumped ahead!!

What's with that speed!?

They plant to reach the lead!?

Pag 8

2: The guy in the lead

3: his legs are so thick!!

4: And the guy behind him

Pag 9

2: Why does he have his jersey on his head!?

I can only see his back!

Is that a new diversionary tactic!?

3: Don't think!!

4: Just pedal!!

Pag 10

3: Alright!!

4: I can see the lead!! Rokudai!!

5: Imaizumi-san and the others will be among....!!

Gau!!

Pag 11

1: Them!!

Pag 12

4: They..... they.....

5: They're not here....!?

Well.... sorry to keep you waiting, teh!!

Here's the supplies, teh!!

Alright, alright

6: I'm- I'm so glad, we were so scared our race was over....

Pag 13

1: Not yet, Rokudai

2: What? This hand

3: Is it to eat?

5: This is the second pack; Imaizumi-san and the others are in the pack that's even more ahead of this!!

Pag 14

1: Gau!?

2: It's not the time to eat my hand, Rokudai

The “lead” is further ahead

They've probably

3: already entered the mounains!!

4: Dammit!! We have to deliver these things!!

What do we do!! From the road map, I saw that this time in the mountain is a winding climb!!

5: My “straight road” can only move us streight ahead, so it won't work on a winding road!!

6: What do we do!!

Pag 15

1: Ah

Gau

2: Gau!!

I’ve been told I'm a “climber”!!

Gau

That's true!!

4: Let's go, Rokudai, don't give up yet

Run up the mountain until we reach the lead pack!!

Pag 16

1: Gau!!

Two people from Sohoku are moving forward!

Wait, what's with that speed!!

Pag 17

1: They're so fast!!

2: Hn!? He really is fast

Wait, this guy

3: He's faster than he was during the first years' race!?

4: I'm pretty out of breath, it's hard for me!!

6: I mean, I told him to stop being all “hyaa hyaa”, but

This guy!!

Pag 18

1: He's faster when he's pedaling without thinking of anything!!

2: I wonder why, but I feel like there's a bottomless  wildness in Rokudai

Gau

Teh

3: Alright, I'll name that “Beast Mode”

4: Anywa, this is bad, I'm falling behind!

Wait, Rokudai

Gau

Pag 19

1: Naruko ran away... I can see the first chasing pack

There's a lot of people

It's... nine people!!

Gooo!!

Kamogawa do your best!!

2: Sohoku sent one cyclist ahead alone, Naruko, while two others are here!! Two people?

Amazing! They're rock solid!

3: As expected, Sohoku is so confident

And there's Onoda, last year's national champion

He'll jump ahead any time now- Onodaa!!

4: Jump ahead...!!

Pag 20

1: Right, if they jump ahead now...  if they come together with Naruko now, it'll be the perfect battle formation

So why

2: Why aren't you moving, Sohoku!!

Are you too confident!?

3: ….. or maybe

6: Could it be that their bottles....

Don't tell me that it's the opposite!!

7: One person is jumping ahead!!

Pag 21

1: The man who inerited the name of the fastest man on Kyosumiyama, the third one of the Kanogawa Honda siblings!!

Honda Ryouzou from Kanogawa high school!!

2: My brothers' dream of partecipating in the Inter High

I'll make that dream come true!!

3: This Inter High qualifiers are held in Kanogawa, our hometown, so I feel like it's destiny!!

4: Honda from Kamo High is accelerating!!

5: He left them behind in a twinkle!!

The defending champions, Sohoku....

6: Aren't moving!!

7: They're not moving!! Sohoku isn't confident!!

[mathanlin]

Mer/Pitfighting AU where the Techno’s paired with a teenage Mer.

It’s the Arena’s signature fight — a human on land, a mer in the sunken half of the pit. All Techno has ever seen is blood in the water, flashes of a trident.

Until he’s forced to take care of the kid.

As Techno stumbles out after one particularly brutal battle, he’s handed a list.

And the pit managers point him towards a glass case. Or rather, the figure curled up inside, barely visible through the murky water. 

“He’s your job now.”

*Tap.*

“Kid. Get over here.”

Nothing.

Techno sticks his hand in the water, crouched over the cage’s uncovered top. “I’m not joking. C’mon. I’m not blind, I can see the blood—”

“I’ll be fine.”

It’s barely audible, muffled through the water.

Techno scoffs. “I don’t care. They told me to—” He glances at the list & scoffs again. “‘Polish your scales.’ And patch you up, of course.”

Silence. Then, “…right now?”

Techno’s going to get tired of scoffing. “Yes.”

There’s a flash of dull blue-green, and the kid surfaces beside Techno’s hand.

He’s… trembling.

“Just make it quick,” is the only thing he says, barely a mumble. 

But Techno can’t. 

The pitmaster’s list is ridiculously long, filled with things Techno doesn’t have a clue how to do.

Cleaning the tank. Polishing the kid’s scales, sharpening his claws, stitching his wounds.

And despite the kid’s flinches, Techno doesn’t have time to be gentle. 

“Tommy.”

Techno blinks, sitting across the room from the kid’s tank, halfway through unrolling his own bandages. “What?”

“Tommy,” the kid says, curled tight beneath the water, eyes squeezed tight as he cradles his newly-stitched wounds and raw-scraped scales. “My name’s Tommy.”

That’s how it goes.

They fight together, even if Techno can barely catch a glimpse of the kid. 

But he always sees the aftermath. The gashes in Tommy’s gleaming scales, the blood on his trident.

And the tears in his eyes, only visible when he surfaces for Techno’s care. 

It’s… hard.

To take care of the kid, to *care* for the kid. Because Techno can only lie to himself for so long — how he winces whenever blood blooms in the water, how he wastes so much time being gentle with Tommy, murmuring gentle assurances.

And it comes back to bite him. 

Their next fight goes terribly.

It starts with red in the pool, the roar of the crowd pounding at Techno’s nerves. But it’s fine. Surely it’s from Tommy’s opponent — Techno trained the kid, he *knows* he can fight—

But even underwater, he can hear Tommy’s scream.

Damn the pit. Damn the show he’s supposed to be putting on. Techno dispatches his opponent cleanly, then whirls toward the pool.

And jumps in — damn the fact that he can’t swim.

Tommy’s the first thing he sees, a tiny form in the dusty, unfiltered water. On rage & adrenaline alone, Techno kicks toward him — or rather, his opponent.

He’s not the champion for nothing. Even underwater, the other Mer fighter meets a quick, brutal end.

Even as Techno sinks.

“I got you, I— come on, please—”

It’s not Techno saying it. It’s Tommy, bloodied tail fighting to lift Techno from the smothering water.

And he succeeds, dumping Techno onto the Pit’s dust-covered ground.

Just as the alarms start to screech.

Techno knows that sound, even through his half-drowned haze.

It means chaos. An evacuation of the audience, of even the Pit managers themselves.

It means a chance of escaping.

…for Techno, at least.

“Techno?”

Techno pulls himself up, feet still dragging in the water. Tommy slumps beside him, blood still pouring from his battered tail.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to— you *saved* me, I didn’t think— I really appreciate—wait, wait, where are you going?”

Techno stands, trident clattering to the dust before tipping into the water.

This is it. This is his only chance, the promise of freedom he thought he’d never get. 

But Tommy — dazed, half-dead, confined to the water — can’t come with.

“I’m sorry, kid.”

He manages to whisper it. Tommy’s face crumples, water flicking from his hair as he shakes his head.

“Techno? Techno, no, don’t, I saved you too, please— we’re *even,* don’t leave me—”

But they’re not even, and both of them know it.

Techno’d spent *hours* caring for Tommy — even when he didn’t need to. Braiding his curls, soothing him after nightmares, half-submerged in Tommy’s bare tank.

They’re not even.

So Techno flees.

[birb-boyo]

Whumptober Day15

(Suppressed Suffering)

It felt like a peaceful day. The Chain hadn’t encountered one of those in what felt like months.

The sun was starting to set and they all grew more and more relieved as time went on. However, when they finished settling for camp, disaster struck.

They were struck by a volley of arrows, Sky being their main target. Then, hoards had jumped out of the forest.

The heroes scrambled for their weapons, thanking the goddesses for Wild’s stasis rune. They fought as hard as they could, but some were still injured. Sky was the worst. He was littered with sword and arrow wounds. He had said that he could handle it, but he passed out seconds later. Hyrule used the last of his strength to make sure that he wouldn’t die right there.

The potions and fairies were used for other things. The Captain’s broken leg, the Sailor’s cut side, the Smithy’s dislocated arm. They didn’t need to waste more resources on Time’s shoulder cut.

Hiding a wound. It was never a problem for the Hero of Time. He only did it when it was necessary. If they were low on potions and fairies, why whine about a small cut?

It’s not like it was bleeding. It wasn’t doing that anymore. The only thing that worried him was that the surrounding bits were starting to grow purple. His armor irritated the wound, but he didn’t speak of it. There was no reason to. Hyrule was already being worked to the bone. Why add more salt to the injury?

He walked faster than the rest. He usually leads the group. He couldn’t lead from the back.

He was more tired than ever today. Then again, with everyone as injured as they were, he took full watch. He didn’t regret it. They needed more rest than him and it gave him time to get used to his wound. That being said, he hadn’t slept in days. Specifically three days. He didn’t worry about it. He’d once stayed up for a week straight. Maybe even more of that. It’s just what trying to stop a smiley falling moon does to a kid.

Fights were excruciating with his injured shoulder scraping against his armor. He resorted to using his gilded sword, hoping not to have to move that arm too much. It helped relieve the pain, but not much. The boys also started looking at him weird. He rarely used the gilded blade. He always stuck to the biggoron sword. He was always better with claymores.

Days passed. The pain grew worse. One day, Time decided to check on his wrapped wound. When he unraveled the patching around it, he saw clear liquid pooling out of it. He winced. This wasn’t healing right at all.

For a moment a thought crossed his mind, “the Traveler should check this out,” but he quickly shut it down. He was sure that he was still trying to heal the last of Sky’s internal wounds before he passed out from magic exhaustion.

Time soaked the new bandages he was going to use in the river water and wrapped his arm back after squeezing the last of the clear fluid out of his bruise-colored wound. He prayed that he wouldn’t need the Traveler’s magic for this.

The next day, Time was most sluggish. The others had gotten mad at him for taking another full watch. He wouldn’t have slept anyway. He didn’t even have his armor on today. It was in the Champion’s slate.

His vision began to fade and he felt himself stumble. “You alright?” He hadn’t even felt Twilight’s arm around his. He didn’t feel his hand either. At least, not until he pat his shoulder.

Time grunted loudly, holding his shoulder and stepping away from Twilight. He cursed at his scene.

“Are…are you alright, Old Man?” The Champion walked closer to him as the entire group stopped in their tracks.

“I’m fine.” Time tried to straighten himself and brace the pain privately, but his furrowed eyebrows and his gritted teeth displayed his discomfort on a silver platter.

The others looked among themselves. Sky was the first to speak, “Let’s take a rest and see what’s wrong.” The others nodded at the Skyloftian’s words.

“We don’t need to,” Time said, trying to take another step forward. He did, and all he felt was agony in his upper body. “Son of a-“ he gripped his shoulder, hoping the pain would go away even for a second.

There was ringing going off in his ears, like static. It was getting louder and louder and louder and…when had he hit the ground? What was everyone saying? He saw their mouths moving frantically. Why…why was he so tired? When was the last time that he had slept?

It was like his eye closed itself. He let it stay closed and he let himself rest for once in a while.

They set up a camp right there, next to the trail they were following. Twilight sat by the sleeping man’s side, wondering how this all happened.

“You know,” Four sat beside Twilight. “with the way he was gripping his shoulder, I’d say that it was cramped or dislocated.” It sounded like the Smithy was joking, but Twilight took it seriously.

Twilight worked on Time’s shirt and saw the bandages around his shoulder. Four and Twilight stared at it for a few seconds. “Or wounded…” Twilight said, finishing Four’s initial thought.

Four made quick work of the bandages. “Traveler!” Twilight called. He rushed over.

“Aye!” He pressed slightly on the wound. Black liquid came out. Hyrule hummed, a grim expression on his face. “Infection. This isn’t recent either. Maybe a week in the making. He’s been sick.”

“How-” Warriors groaned. “this guy…”

“Can we please talk about the fact that it’s bleeding nearly black?” Twilight asked. Hyrule nodded his head, still assessing the wound.

“It’s not bleeding. I feel like leaking is a better fitting term,” Hyrule said, his voice almost lax as if he’d seem something like this before. “It’s just a really bad infection. The thing I’m worried about is the fact that he passed out because of it.”

“Which means it’s probably not just an infection. It’s probably worse…” Warriors added.

Hyrule nodded. “I just wished that we were all done with hiding wounds…”

Twilight sighed, his eyebrows furrowed. “What can we do?”

“I can try to heal it. Unless there’s a potion, there’s nothing else we can do.” Hyrule turned back to the black ooze coming from Time’s wound. “I’m going to pop that first.”

Warriors winced when Hyrule put his hands on it. Hyrule handled the giant black blister like a pimple. It’s contents nearly sprayed out of the bump.

Some of the heroes gagged. Yet Hyrule was unmoved.

When the black fluid stopped leaking out, Hyrule went to healing the wound, his hands glowing with his magic usage.

When the wound was fully closed, Hyrule told them to let the man rest.

Time slept for a record of two and a half days.

[doevademe]

Slightly angst idea: during a fight, Nico is injured during the battle, it looks worse than it actually is, but Nico (who isn’t dating Percy right now, Percy has already confessed but Nico rejects him because he doesn’t take Percy’s feelings seriously) watches as Percy goes into what I playfully calls “Hurricane Perseus” where he is just going across the battlefield, wiping out everything in his wake, other people have to get out of the way to avoid being dragged into his path of carnage. After every monster is dead, Percy goes to Nico and cries tears of relief that Nico is okay. Nico can’t tell if he is touched that Percy loves him that much, or he slightly concerned considering that put other campers lives in danger. One thing he is certain of, he doesn’t doubt Percy’s feelings anymore and gives Percy a little kiss on the cheek saying the need to talk once he gets looked at.

Blood can be a bit of a drama queen, Nico had found out.

Some places, like anywhere near the head, tended to gush with blood at even the slightest scratch, despite it being superficial.

There was just no way to know for certain how bad an injury was until an expert looked at it.

The only thing Nico knew for certain was that his head hurt, there was blood flowing into his eye and blocking his view, and that he felt a little dizzy from the cyclops that had whacked him, but that he would ultimately live.

Try telling that to Percy Jackson, though. The young man was holding him up in pure panic, even ripping his shirt to try and wipe the blood from his face.

"Nico, just... just hold on, all right?" He asked desperately. "Help is on its way!"

"Percy, it's not that bad," he tried to say, though his speech was a little slurred due to the hit and came out more like "Purshy, izzon't sabbat."

"D-don't force yourself, okay?" he said softly. Behind them, the other campers kept fighting the small army conjured by some big name monster general that had returned from Tartarus after a few years trapped down there. "Help's on the way."

"...Not Will," he managed to say. Having his ex-boyfriend take a look at him in the middle of a battle was not high on his list of priorities.

Percy chuckled.

"I'll take any medic right now," he said. "And hey, better him than me, right?"

Nico winced. It hadn't been even 24 hours since Percy had asked him out, and the awkwardness had been palpable.

Nico knew that Percy was on the rebound. His break up with Annabeth had been relatively recent, and that in his state he would have asked out anyone who was available and made him feel not alone.

It was not that he didn't like Percy. It was that he knew that it would be a short-lived and unhappy relationship.

Taking his history with Percy into account, Nico felt they deserved a real romance, if it ever happened, not a temporal thing to get the son of Poseidon back on his feet.

"I'll take care of him," a girl, Kayla, said. "You need to go back there. Kampê is slaughtering us!"

"But Nico—"

"I expected more of the generals who felled me the last time," the half-dragon woman screeched as her whip snared a child of Hermes's sword. "I guess the Hekatonkheir was the reason they won."

About five demigods threw themselves at her, but Kampê just cracked her whip again and sent them all flying.

"Even one of their champions fell to a hit from a lowly foot soldier," she gloated, looking straight at Nico. "I'll enjoy torturing him as payback for what his father did to me!"

Percy's eyes darkened. He gently placed Nico on Kayla's lap and turned, drawing out his sword.

"You won't ever touch him again," he said in an eerily calm voice.

The monster laughed.

"And how do you plan to..." Kampê stoped herself as rain started pouring heavily, the raindrops hitting her and then going to Percy, making the water gather around him like a typhoon. "Troops! Focus on that one! Destroy him!"

The cyclopes, dracanae and hellhounds barely had time to register her order, as Percy jumped and started slicing the monsters apart.

The strength of the winds and water around him dragged the monsters to him, leaving them open for slaughter.

"Florian!" She gasped, as the small son of Demeter who followed Kayla around was sucked into the maelstrom along with the hellhound he had been fighting.

"Clossmy woond," Nico slurred, Kayla turned to look at him. "Now! You... can sheck me laterrr."

Terrified, the daughter of Apollo nodded. Nico felt the itch of his wound disappear as Kayla sang a hymn to her father. Nico thanked her and ran towards the newly formed hurricane.

"Retreat!" Kampê shouted, but it was too late, her whip had been caught in the storm, and it was dragging her into Riptide's bloody path.

"Your stupid revenge scheme hurt him," he heard Percy say coldly. "Everything that happens to you now, you deserve."

Nico gulped as Percy slashed like a madman. Due to Kampê's dragon skin, the slashes weren't deep enough to kill her, but they all bled, and the half-dragon woman cried out in pain as Percy continued his assault.

The campers were shouting, about three of them had joined Florian inside the maelstrom, and at least one of them had lost consciousness.

"Percy!" Nico shouted, making Percy look at him. "End this now!"

Percy nodded and waved his hand. Kampê screamed as a flow of water came out of her, dehydrating her and making her so fragile the next slash cut her in half.

The storm stopped, and the campers caught dropped to the grass like dead flies. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kayla and Will rushing to help them.

"Nico, how are—oof!" Nico hit Percy with the hilt of his sword in the stomach. "What was that for?"

"That was for endangering the campers!" He said, glaring. "Control your powers better! You can't just... are you crying?"

"I'm just... so relieved that you're okay!" Percy sobbed, hugging Nico. "I... I thought I would lose you!"

And Nico couldn't help but wonder, was he really so sure that Percy was just rebounding, or was he... too scared of finally having him?

Nico hugged him back and separated himself a little, giving him a experimental kiss on the cheek.

Percy lit up like a christmas tree.

"N-Nico?"

"My head's still pounding," he announced. "I need to have a full check-up."

"Uh... right, right," Percy said dumbly. "I'll take you to the infirmary."

"After that... we need to talk."

"About what?"

Nico smiled and tightened his hug as Percy picked him up.

"About yesterday," he said softly. As the adrenaline left his body he felt more and more exhausted. "I think we owe each other an actual conversation."

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Sinner & Saint: Creed III” Chapter 2

Masterlist HERE.

"I wanna pick you up whenever you're down baby I'm gonna make you stop when you're in my town baby You make me pour some rum when you're not around I was lost, but now I am found If I know somethin', I know it sounds crazy It's gonna feel so good whenever I'm close to you Promising I'll do the things that you want me to Whenever you need some, you know I got some I hope you don't plan on making me run All you gotta do is call me up and I'll come"

Emmavie – "Tune"

Adonis Creed knew from jump that Damian Anderson coming back into his life was the universe's way of telling him that some debts had to be paid in full. It cost to be the boss and walking into his regular grub spot had him on a hook for his past.

The two men slid into a booth across from one another and his regular server greeted him right away with a sunny smile and an even sunnier disposition. Freda was an older woman who had worked at the neighborhood restaurant for over twenty years. She knew Donnie from when he first moved in with Mary Anne, Athena, and Apollo Jr.—A.J.

"The usual, Donnie?" Freda asked, not bothering to give him a menu.

Her thick salt and pepper hair sat stacked on her head in a pretty bun. If she dyed her hair, she could knock off a good ten years and fool people into thinking she was in her early thirties instead of the sexy mature catch she enjoyed being. Before he married Bianca, Donnie used to flirt with Freda all the time, until her husband, the owner of the spot, told him to back his young ass down. She still enjoyed the playful teasing he gave her about running off to Paris with him.

"Yeah. I only want egg whites for my omelet, though," he said.

"And what about you, young man? Can I start you off with something to drink first?"

Freda held a menu out to Damian.

"I'll have whatever he ordered," Damian said.

"You got it, hun," she said.

Freda stepped away from their table, writing nothing down. The two men stared at one another warily.

"Hope you brought a big appetite. She's gonna bring back a monster plate with sides," Donnie said.

Damian rubbed his stomach, then folded his hands on the top of the table. There was no sense beating around the bush with the man. Donnie cleared his throat and leaned forward.

"How long were you locked up?" Donnie said.

"Eighteen years, bruh. Just got out last week."

"Shit."

Donnie glanced down at his hands. He used to write to Damian. Tried to keep consistent. He even used his own allowance money to send him something. Purely out of guilt. He tried so hard to be Damian's friend and got them caught up in some mess that tore them apart. Damian kept Donnie streetwise and connected to the real world. Being dropped into an insanely wealthy family out of the blue at age ten had him acting like a real-life Fresh Prince of Bel Air. Damian was book smart and street smart, and Donnie wanted to maintain that balance, too. Mary Anne had him connecting with well-off Black families and celebrities that knew and loved his father. The difficulty of juggling where he fit wasn't helped by the animosity of his new older siblings. It took A.J. a few years to adjust to having a baby brother that came from some strange cocaine junkie who had a one-night stand with the boxing champion of the world. A.J. eventually accepted him as a past indiscretion in their father's life. They grew close.

Athena…

She never accepted him totally. Never forgave her father, even in death, for hurting their mother. Donnie was the constant reminder that her daddy wasn't perfect and embarrassed the family. Over the years, she treated him as Mary Anne's pet but pretended to be welcoming and warm for interviews or family gatherings when they were teenagers. He learned to ignore her discomfort and simmering disdain. They stayed cordial and created a sibling dynamic that eventually became a begrudging liking of each other for the sake of their love for Mary Anne as adults.

Freda brought them water and juice along with big plates. Donnie fingered his toast.

"Glad to have you back out," Donnie said.

"I know I've been away a long time, but I've kept myself in shape. I still got gas in the tank."

"Come by the gym."

"Thank you."

"You were one of the best."

"Still am," Damian said with a shy grin.

They ate some food in silence, and Donnie noticed how hungry Damian was. He licked his fingers constantly. Donnie pretended to get full fast and pushed his half stack of pancakes toward him.

"Finish this man. I hate wasting food. My eyes were bigger than my stomach today."

Damian nodded his thanks and attacked the stack. He slowed down when Freda brought them fresh glasses of water and orange juice. When they finished the meal, they stayed at the table and Donnie ordered them coffee to go.

They took a long drive around Venice Beach. Damian told him he liked to ride the bus there every day to get his mind clear. Donnie parked in a lot near the sand and they watched the waves roll in.

"I'm sorry I stopped writing you… sending money. Once I got to college and started down a business degree, Mary Anne… she kept me on a tight leash to do well and I—"

"Don't worry about it. The letters you sent me were enough to keep me motivated. But I still had money on my books."

"Must've been Mary Anne. She made me stop sending money online. Maybe she wanted me to focus on my life and she'd give you the funds instead."

"A good woman."

"Yeah, she is."

Damian dug into his jean pocket and pulled out a letter. Donnie took it and read all the words.

"This still stands, man," Donnie said.

Damian smiled.

"All I need is for you to open the door. I can do the rest on my own."

"I'll hook you up with free membership to the gym… and a trainer."

"I'm looking for a job. Might take some time. Still figuring out things being free. Everything moves so fast on the outside. Most days I feel like I was frozen in time and can't catch up. I stood in a coffee shop on my first day out and watched people pay for coffee and donuts by tapping their phones on the register. For a minute, I thought everything was cashless, and I was freaking out. Technology just went warp speed. Things are loud all around me and it feels like a billion people live in L.A. now. I feel far behind… like I'm in a whole different dimension than everyone else."

"Take your time. I'll see what I can do to help you find employment. Where do you stay?"

"A transitional house downtown. I have to stay there for another month and then I can look for my own place. L.A. is so fucking expensive. I'll probably stay on the East side."

Donnie kept his eyes on the water.

"I don't know if I can ever thank you enough for what you did," Donnie said.

"Mary Anne helped make sure I could be up for parole with that lawyer she got me. Right now, everything is on me. Letting me use the gym, getting me a trainer and stuff… you've done your part. You kept your word. That means a lot. Real talk… everyone else who I thought was on my side bailed, man. Family. Old homies. You're the only person who didn't turn me away or ignore me. I was lucky your sister found me out on the street. I owe her."

"Nah, man. Athena's wrapped a little too tight. Best to leave her alone. This is probably her one good deed for the year."

"She seemed cool. Didn't kick me away like a stray dog."

Donnie checked the time in his car.

"Can I give you a ride back to your spot? I have to pick up my daughter soon."

"Yeah, that's cool. Thanks."

Donnie typed in the location of the halfway house on his cell and drove Damian onto a crowded freeway.

"Damn, this shit is packed," Damian said.

As far as the eye could see, there was only the scarlet red of rear car lights in the stop and stop yet again traffic. It took forever to get downtown. The transitional housing complex was lodged between an auto shop and a church in a seedy area.

"Come through to Delphi tomorrow at ten. I'll show you around, hook you up and we can talk more," Donnie said.

He held up his hand, and they clasped palms.

"I'll be there," Damian said.

Donnie watched him leave his car and grab the black bag he had toted from the back. Once Damian was gone from his sight, he headed out to pick up his daughter Amara from her private school in Los Feliz. He tapped his cell and Bianca's voice filled the car.

"Hey," Bianca said.

"On my way to pick up Ladybug. Do I need to bring anything home from the store?"

"No, I have a lasagna ready for the oven when you two make it back."

"Ok, cool."

"What's up?"

"Whatchu mean?"

"You sound funny. Did Tony bug you about doing the exhibition again?"

"Nah. I ran into an old friend today. He just got out of prison."

"Who is this?"

"I'll tell you about it later. Seeing him made me remember some old times. Haven't seen him in almost eighteen years."

"Mary Anne left a message for you on the landline. She wants you to call her when you get in, and please… tell me you cleared your schedule to come to the Hollywood Bowl on Friday."

"I did. Rearranged my day just for you."

"A.J. is coming down from Seattle with Janice. I haven't heard from Athena yet."

"If A.J. is flying in, she'll go with us. Ma is bringing her new gentleman friend, too."

"Ooh, she's doing the whole meet the family in a public place routine," Bianca teased.

"She likes him and he makes her smile. I like that. She's been alone a long time and I'm glad she feels comfortable enough to venture out with companionship."

"Me too."

"See ya soon."

Donnie hung up and parked near Amara's school. He scrolled work emails from his agent and thrummed his fingers on the open windowsill of his SUV. Damian stayed on his mind until his favorite little munchkin bounced into view, swinging her book bag and using ASL with fellow deaf classmates. She sprinted to the car when she saw he was driving their SUV instead of Bianca.

"I didn't know you were coming to get me!" Amara's hands signed.

She hugged Donnie tight across the console.

He stared at his daughter and moved his hands and fingers with fluid ease.

"I came back from New York early and wanted to surprise you, Ladybug."

Amara hugged him again, then buckled up. Donnie turned up his music, and the bass rattled the SUV. Amara wiggled in her seat and rested her left hand on the console, the vibrations traveling up her arm and through her body.

His daughter was growing like a beanstalk. Slender in body with a slender face and features, she was the apple of his eye. He had followed Rocky's advice and treated his daughter as the blessing she was always going to be. There was no feeling sorry for her being deaf. Amara lived a full and busy life, learning to box at the Delphi under his supervision, while also learning to write poetry from Bianca. Spoiled rotten and loved beyond the stars, she made Donnie and Bianca's life complete.

They stopped off for ice cream and while they waited for their order, their fingers chatted together. Amara could read lips too, and he loved the way she huffed with excitement when she wanted to communicate about her busy day. After stuffing their mouths with Rocky Road and Butter Pecan Toffee sundaes, they drove to their new walled and gated residence in the hills above Los Feliz. Their two-story Spanish-style home was a terraced lot of 1.5 acres with a lagoon pool and spectacular city views.

"Finally made it," Bianca called, and signed to them from the kitchen.

Amara grinned.

"Went for ice cream," Amara signed.

"Didn't bring me any back?" Bianca teased. "Go change your clothes."

Amara dashed out of the kitchen and Donnie wrapped his arms around his wife.

"Smells good in here," he said, looking around.

"Made fresh garlic bread," she said.

Donnie kissed her cheek and ambled over to his home office. There were ten messages on his office phone. He ignored them. Bianca brought him a glass of red wine and he wandered out to the backyard to watch the sun go down.

As the color of the sky shifted and evening settled across the horizon, Donnie forgot about the world outside of his home.

Athena Creed held her cell against her stomach and stared at the number on her screen. She vacillated between putting the phone away and tapping the button on the screen several times. Staring out of her luxury penthouse view overlooking South Figueroa, downtown L.A. looked hectic down below. The night always brought it to life with a sultry glamour that had people returning to that part of Los Angeles in droves.

Damian had been on her mind all day.

Observing him plead his case to her mother earlier made her curious. She left the Creed family mansion early so that she could glimpse him close up. His body looked bulky under the jacket and sweatshirt he wore, with dark jeans snug on his gorgeous ass. With a face chiseled to rival the masculine splendor of an Italian sculpture she once saw in Firenze, it struck Athena with how beautiful and gentle Damian seemed. She was the one who had gone to the family emergency safe hidden in a secret room and taken a thousand dollars cash for him to have. She sealed it in an unmarked envelope and passed it off to the private guard to give to Damian. Mary Anne kept her cheeks puffed out and her lips twisted with disgust as she studied Damian's image on the security screen on her cell.

"Adonis has achieved the perfect life, and that hoodlum suddenly shows up," Mary Anne spat as she stomped into her tea room.

Athena hustled herself out quickly. She had a yoga class to attend and a bottle of Chablis waiting for her at home.

But then she saw Damian's face and grew curious. Backed her car up and everything when she glimpsed him walking in her rearview mirror. What she witnessed in him wasn't self-pity or the gloomy energy of a downtrodden man. Firm determination sat etched across his full features.

She tapped the phone.

It rang five times, and she nearly hung up when Damian picked up.

"Hello?"

"Damian?"

"Yeah."

"It's Athena."

The long pause on his end made her think he hung up.

"Damian?"

"I'm here."

"Were you busy?"

"Nah. I was sitting here reading."

Athena walked to her kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine.

"What are you reading?"

"The Forty-Eight Laws of Power."

Athena guffawed.

"Are you really reading that trash book?"

"It was in the book library here."

"Hotep central. That shit is full of contradictions and bullshit cut-and-paste cult maxims that have been used to dupe niggas for years."

"I don't know. It seems good so far."

"You enjoy reading?"

"Yeah. Always have."

"What's the best book you ever read?"

"You called me to talk about books?"

His voice was pleasant.

"I called to see how your reunion went with Adonis."

"It went okay. He's going to meet with me at Delphi tomorrow and hook me up with a trainer."

"How did you feel about seeing him again?"

"Why did you ask for my number?"

Athena stopped her wine glass from reaching her lips.

"I was curious," she said.

"Curious about what?"

"What do you really want with Adonis? He forgot about you after all these years. You expect him to fix your life?"

"No. I can do that on my own."

"How?"

"Getting back into the ring."

"I looked you up," Athena said, moving back into her living room that perched high above the downtown landscape.

Damien kept quiet on his end.

"Still there?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"You were on your way to the Olympics again. Already won a gold Junior Olympics title. Sports agents predicted you would be the next great professional champion. What happened? Why did you throw that all away?"

"I met your brother."

Athena closed her eyes and gripped her phone tight. Fucking Adonis. Whenever he showed up, people's lives changed for the worse.

"What's your favorite book?" he asked.

"Thich Nhat Hanh's 'Peace is Every Step'," she said.

"What's that about?"

"He's a Vietnamese monk. I once did a silent meditation walk with him in San Diego. He teaches we can use the hard things in life that antagonize us and turn them into something positive that connects us to mindfulness."

"I'll have to look for that one in the library."

"I'll let you borrow my copy. It helped me a lot over the years."

"You into all that new age stuff?"

"Thich Nhat Hanh is not new age. He teaches old wisdom. So does Malidoma Somé, Sonbonfu Somé—"

"Slow down, let me write this down—"

"I told you. I can loan you these books."

"You only dig into spiritual stuff?" he said.

"It keeps me focused on my work."

"What do you do?"

Athena grinned. For some strange reason, talking to him over the phone was like talking to a blind date.

"I work for a sports marketing agency. We represent elite athletes, sports teams, and sporting events."

"You like doing that?"

"I love it."

"I have to do some leg reps before it gets late. Can I call you back tomorrow?" he said.

"Sure. I want to hear all the gory details about your day with my brother."

"Wasn't nothing out of the ordinary. We had brunch, and he dropped me off. I'll see him tomorrow at ten and then I can move on with my life."

Athena took a sip of wine. His voice was confident.

"You two didn't talk about what happened in the past?"

"Not in detail. He feels bad and wants to help me. That's it. Can I still call you?"

She grinned.

"Yeah. Call me. I'll be running errands tomorrow. Leave a message if I don't pick up."

"I'll do that."

"Goodnight, Damian."

She hung up first and cradled the phone against her chest. After a few minutes, she checked her schedule on a phone app and rearranged a few appointments. Swiping her fingers across the screen, she highlighted the Delphi Boxing Academy. Ten a.m. on the dot.

Chapter 3 HERE.

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[aeriedwelling]

please i am begging you to talk about your swsh fantasy au

YEEEAAAAAAH okay so it's set in pokemon sword and shield right and little 17 year old me was OBSESSED with eternatus and the idea that it was an ultra beast from space who brought the ability to dynamax with it, so that's the whole idea behind the plot.

I actually did write a fic a couple years ago and deleted it cause im silly but i still have it somewhere and will be reposting it after this post goes up !!! and will link it when i do !!!

so Eternatus. massive dragon from space who brings weird space rocks with it. it splits in two as its body is too damaged to move from this one spot but its ghost/spirit can move freely. there's a lot of messy bits, but basically body wants to stay here in the new world and spirit ends up wanting to go home. the spirit goes around the region trying to gather up enough magic to get them both home, and Calyrex finds it and punishes it for throwing off the magic balance in the region- there's already so many magical beings around, people and pokemon alike, and the magic eternatus brought with it threw that all out of whack.

uuuh the punishment was being buried in a cave for centuries.

rose enters the picture, he's the king of galar, mentally bonds with a dragon, agrees to help it gather the stones it needs to get its power back and only kinda sorta gets tricked into doing it.

years later, victor enters the picture, mentally bonds with the other half of the dragon. Rose has the dragon's spirit, so it can go with him, and Victor has the body of the dragon, so he only gets messaging when he's in range of hammerlocke (where the castle is. the dragon is buried under the castle) - and the dragon is like. hey so uh. make sure we dont get enough power to try to leave because we will be destroying the region, unfortunately

so Rose is trying to power up the dragon because it promised him things, and Victor is trying to stop it.

there's something about. trials, and finding a new heir to galar's throne, and a champion's tournament and just a whole bunch of other things that i do not remember sjdfklsj

the fic had a lot of trainshipping, so i have to figure out how to write hop and victor falling in love which is SO HARD cause they. just. i need them to be in love but i cant have them be in love that fast head in hands.

Everyone had some kind of magic so uh.

Victor - human - he's from kalos, gets his powers from his bond with the dragon, which is being able to dynamax without the use of a dynamax band/wishing star. people are suspicious of this, so he has one even though he doesn't need it. it might just be a normal rock that is painted actually

Gloria - shapeshifter - she's victor's cousin, born and raised in galar. she was hop's friend before she moved to ballonlea. genderfluid king, changes her appearance on a whim, mostly just shades of her hair though :>

Hop - faerie/pixie - has the ability to shift between pixie and human-esque form, pointed ears, taller than victor. in his pixie form he can understand and "speak" any language, so victor has this habit of talking to hop in kaloçais and hop usually has no problem just jumping into pixie form to understand him but sometimes when he can't shift he's like. hey. vic. i love you. i cant understand a word you're saying so then victor just starts saying gibberish and hop nods along like he understands. (hop has picked up on some kaloçais over the years and can understand some basics. vic calls him mon soleil)

Leon - also a faerie/pixie - has enough control over his forms to be able to have wings in human-esque form. he can't fly with them when he's human but it's very much a flex jskdlfj - he's the king's champion

Raihan - Leon's half dragon knight boyfriend <3

Sonia - some kind of dream witch i think. or just human i forgor.

Nessa - a water nymph? or some kind of water spirit thing? she can turn herself into water is the idea

Milo - a firbolg

Allister - a ghost (he was the dragon's vessel before rose was. the spirit of the dragon didn't know how to keep its power in check so it killed him by accident)

Bea is human but hangs out with Allister

Lady Opal is mostly human, part fairy. or at least can talk to fairies.

Gordie and Melony are elves

are there more gym leaders.

Piers is probably human. Marnie is too. it would be very funny if i made them something like an inkling.

Kabu momence <3 he maybe has some funky hoenn magic i forgor.

uuuuhm. part of the whole. heir of galar thing was going to be the champion's tournament, and each of the gym leaders had trials instead of gym tests type deal.

uuuuh victor has an arcanine named spirit and she's important.

and that's all i can remember !! thank you for asking :D

[nom-central]

Knight’s Aegis

Here’s a fic I wrote for a friend while my comp was out for repairs! It’s a reader insert that contains half size, protective, and willing vore with a male pred c: hope you guys enjoy, i’m hoping to post more in the future!

The sunlight was harsh on this grassy path. You wished you had brought some more water with you…but the life of an archaeologist was not always an easy one! You could easily deal with a bit of sun for a bit, the ruins you were set to explore weren’t that far off anyhow. You only hoped that your companion was handling it alright…it had to get terribly hot in that metal armor. You turned to ask him if he wanted to take a break…and found him at your side as always, floating about a foot off the ground as you walked.

Ah, right. You forgot he was a ghost. He probably couldn’t feel temperature changes, could he?

The tale of you two meeting was an interesting one to say the least- your personal ad for a traveling partner on your expeditions was answered by a visit from a near 8 foot tall man in a complete suit of ancient-looking armor. You remembered the day fondly…he introduced himself as Sir Ramses, former champion of a kingdom he could no longer remember. Without most of his memories and having awoken in a world that was unfamiliar to him, he was seeking someone that could help him find what remained of his kingdom to regain his memories…and you fit the bill! It wasn’t uncommon for you to meet ghost types in this line of work, though not many were usually this proactive…you jumped at the opportunity to study an unliving relic of the past. Unfortunately you couldn’t exactly question him much to the dismay of your inner anthropologist, but he definitely remembered how to fight!

Ramses wasn’t the most talkative travel partner, though. He had explained it to you once before- his duty in life was to protect someone important, and he often kept quiet so he could keep his eyes and ears open to any threats. Now that you were together, that meant he was trying to protect you. You didn’t quite mind that though- he was an excellent listener, and you loved talking about your theories and things you discovered. All in all it was a pretty sweet deal for the two of you! The feeling of his cool hand on your shoulder pulled you out of your thoughts, and you stopped walking to cast him a curious glance. You could never make out any features of his from beneath his helmet outside of one eye, which was looking around cautiously.

“We’re being followed.” You looked at him quizzically, you hadn’t seen or heard anyone around…besides, who would want to follow you? You didn’t have much… “There’s three of them. You could be in danger.”

Before you could question him further he moved swiftly, grabbing you and near tackling you into the thick brush at the side of the road. Thankfully it didn’t hurt- he took the liberty of wrapping you in his purple cloak. While you squirmed around in his hold to get your bearings, Ramses realized that his initial plan of hiding you here wouldn’t work. The surrounding brush was rather thorny, even if he chased off whoever was following the two of you you’d still end up cut by the thorns… He’ll have to settle for plan B. He was feeling peckish, anyhow.

“My apologies for what I’m about to do,” His deep voice rumbled from above you, “But do understand it’s to protect you.” Having finally gotten yourself a bit loose from your wrappings, you gave him a quizzical look. What, was he going to leave you here and fight? You hated combat like that, you made him promise not to use that sword against anyone- but you found that his helmet was getting closer to you, the visor widening so much that you could stick your face inside…you’ve never really seen what his face looked like, come to think of it. You didn’t get the chance to really look, as it moved in you were completely consumed by darkness. Your surroundings were cool and dark, and they shifted to press and rub against you. When a swallow rang out around you and pushed you deeper inside it finally hit you what was going on- he was eating you alive! Maybe in any other situation you’d be mortified- but to you, this was fascinating! You trusted Ramses’ word that this was to protect you, and you had wondered how he ate those snacks you’d always offer him anyway. It seems like he could just make himself internals as he wishes…which were steadily pulling you deeper inside of him, judging by the steady gulps from above and the cold spreading across your body. You wouldn’t have to wait long to see what his stomach was like, as you were pushed into a slightly more open space after a particularly deep gulp. It wasn’t as dark in here, the walls of his stomach glowed a purplish hue which let you see a little. It was nice and cool in here, which was a welcome respite from the heat...the stomach walls shifted around you, beginning to gently churn.

Ramses sighed quietly, you were safe now but his job wasn't finished yet. Resting a hand on the bulge you were making in the gap of his armor, he used shadow sneak to melt into the shade and hide you both. From his spot in the darkness he watched for your pursuers, and from your spot inside him you could just barely hear footsteps and voices over the quiet gurgling of his stomach. There were people following you! Maybe they hoped you would lead them to riches…Ramses' quick thinking kept you out of trouble. The footsteps passed by, so you should be safe to leave…but all you felt was his hand gently rubbing against you.

"The danger is gone now, so you're safe…but if you'll allow me, I'd like to hold onto you for a while longer. This is…rather pleasant to me." His normally flat tone sounded a bit sheepish, as if he was embarrassed for wanting it. You reached out and gently rubbed the walls as an affirmative gesture. You truthfully didn't mind, it was comfortable here…maybe he wouldn't mind if you rested for a while.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

What about Legend and Wind for 2? And both being dramatic and milking their cold for all its worth

Dramatic babies, the lot of them.

(Click here to read on AO3)

“I swear to Farore, if I sneeze one more damn time—”

“Oh stuff it!” Wind interrupted. “My sinus headache is way more annoying than your stupid sneezes and you don’t see me complaining about it!”

“You’re literally complaining about it right now!”

“That’s because you won’t shut up!”

Twilight sighed heavily, looking at Wild. “Is the tea ready yet?”

The champion shook his head, looking mildly entertained at the scene. “Not yet, sorry.”

Legend honed in on the conversation immediately. “What kind of tea?”

“Chamomile,” Wild answered. “It’s for Captain and Smithy, they’ve got some pretty bad headaches.”

Legend crossed his arms, rolling his eyes. “They’re not sick, I am.”

“Oh brother,” Wind grumbled, shoving him aside and puffing out his chest. “Don’t worry, Champion, I’ll make sure he doesn’t steal the tea.”

“You realize he’s literally just boiling water, right?” Twilight noted exasperatedly. “You can make whatever tea you want with it, Veteran. And you too, Sailor.”

“I don’t need tea,” Wind scoffed. “Just pumpkin soup.”

Wild smiled kindly. “I can do that.”

Wind brightened immediately. “You can?”

Wild laughed. “Of course I can, I know how to make pumpkin soup!”

Wind’s eagerness grew muted, and he narrowed his eyes discerningly. “I bet it doesn’t take like my grandmother’s soup. She makes the best soup when I’m sick.”

“Oh yeah, wanna bet?” Wild challenged.

“Yeah! Fifty rupees!”

“You’re on, Sailor.”

Wind smiled and then grimaced as he coughed for a little while, withering into himself and fixing Wild with the most pathetic look Twilight had ever seen on the sailor’s face. “But can I have some milk in the meantime?”

Wild sifted through his belongings before pulling out a bottle and offering it to their youngest member. Wind took it and guzzled most of it down, sighing in blissful relief. Then he looked sadly at the champion again. “Do you have any honey?”

The champion pulled out the requested item, saying, “You can only use some, okay? I’m running low on it.”

Wind nodded with a small smile, mixing the two together and sipping again with a satisfied breath. Then he crinkled his eyebrows together in yet another pout. “Can I have dessert with the soup?”

“Oh, will you quit milking your cold, you’re not dying,” Legend snapped.

Twilight chuckled, giving a silent offering by reaching towards the sailor. The boy scurried over hastily, sliding into the space created for him as Twilight wrapped him in a side hug.

“This is all the Old Man’s fault,” Legend grumbled, crossing his arms. “He gave us this damn cold in the first place.”

“What does it matter who gave it to you?” Twilight sighed. “As you said to Sailor, it’s just a cold.”

“I know that!” Legend replied, kicking a rock and walking to Twilight’s other side, plopping down beside him. “It still sucks, okay?”

Twilight watched him for a moment as he curled in on himself, and he tapped him lightly with his knuckles. Legend glanced at him, looking sour, but nevertheless leaned against the rancher.

“I don’t like being sick,” Legend said softly.

Twilight recognized it for the apology that it was and gave him a light squeeze, patting him on the back. “I understand. Hopefully it’ll pass as quickly as it did for the Old Man.”

Legend harumphed at that. “It better or he’s never going to hear the end of it.”

There was a comfortable silence for a moment, and then it was broken by—

“HEYYY!”

Twilight jumped, looking around for the source of the familiar shout. The postman ran over with his usual bustle, huffing a little harder than usual. He reached into his pouch, automatically holding a letter out to Sky, who was a few paces away. “Mr. Link, I have a letter for you!”

Sky, who had been tending to Warriors and Four, paused from his work and hesitantly grabbed the letter. “Thanks?”

“Okay, now wait, before you go, I have a few questions—” Legend interjected, rising.

The postman interrupted him with several loud coughs. “Oh, excuse me, sorry! I’ve had the most terrible cold lately, it’s been slowing me down. I can’t stay, there’s mail to deliver!”

With that, the postman was on his way. Everyone looked at Sky, who squinted at the envelope. “It’s for you, Sailor.”

“Maybe it’s from Aryll again,” Wind surmised in a congested voice, sneezing as Sky walked over to deliver the letter to him.

Everyone watched him as he started to read. “Yep! It’s Aryll. Oh no, she’s got a cold too!”

Legend narrowed his eyes. “Wait a freaking second. Your sister’s sick?”

Wind nodded.

“And the postman is sick? The postman who would have accepted a letter from her?”

“I guess? Our postman doesn’t look like that, though—”

“But your postman would have to deal with that postman.”

“Yeah.”

Legend looked at Time. “Didn’t the postman talk to you when we were at the ranch? And that’s when you got sick?”

Time looked away thoughtfully, and then a small, amused smile pulled at his lips. “As a matter of fact, yes.”

Legend sneezed and then huffed, coming to some conclusion as he leaned against Twilight again. “That settles it. Sailor, your sister is trying to infect every Hyrule in existence.”

Wind stiffened. “It’s not her fault!”

“Of course not,” Twilight piped in. “It’s the postman who’s spreading it.”

Everyone looked at Sky.

The young knight raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, he got near me for like two seconds!”

“Nope – banished,” Warriors remarked, waving a hand in a shooing manner towards Sky. “I’ve already got a headache, I don’t need a cold on top of it.”

“But—”

“Banished.”

Sky rolled his eyes, walking towards the edge of camp as everyone laughed. Wind and Legend settled against Twilight again as Wild delivered tea to Four and the captain.

“Well, now you can’t get on the Old Man’s case about it,” Twilight said softly, wrapping his arms around his younger brothers. Wind hummed with happiness, rubbing his cheek on Twilight’s fur pelt before scurrying towards Wild to ask for more snacks.

Legend stifled another sneeze. “No, but I can still complain about it.”

Twilight laughed. “I’d be worried if you didn’t, Vet.”

[judgementdaysunshine]

Willow

Pairing: Eowyn x Fem reader

Description: You and Eowyn fall in love and share their lives together

I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife and if it was an open/shut case I never would've known from that look on your face

You and Eowyn had known each other ever since the two of you were young children always playing and seen together even when the two of you were busy with different things the two of you always made time to spend time together from the castle grounds, your home, your garden, or the forest near the castle.

Lost in your current like a priceless wine the more that you say the less I know wherever you stray I follow I'm begging for you to take my hands wreck my plans that's my love life was a willow and it bent right to your wind head on the pillow I could feel you sneakin in

As the two of you got older you both started feeling different about each other becoming even more close together than you already were before and soon you realize that you're in love with your best friend and didn't know what to do due to fear of rejection but also being sent out of Rohan for your affiliation with women in such a way but you were determined to be with eowyn even if the two of you could never be together but she also had the same idea as you.

As if you were a mythical thing like you were a trophy or a champion ring and there was one prize I'd cheat to win the more that you say the less I know wherever you stray I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand wreck my plans that's my love

You both became great fighters her with a sword and you with your fists and daggers even when you both were told not to fight at all only drove the two of you together and fight more against orcs along with the fellowship at Helm's deep despite protests from your siblings and Aragorn telling eowyn not to as well but you both did it anymore.

You know that my train could take you home anywhere else is hollow I'm begging for you to take my hand wreck my plans that's my love life was a willow and it bent right to your wind they count on me out time and time again life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

You both fought in the final battle running and looking everywhere for her despite having cuts and a wound on your back you felt tears flow down your face looking for her until you found her running and jumping in her arms as you both cried and sharing a passionate kiss announcing your love for each other to everyone you knew and cared about who were happy for the two of you with a bit of surprise from your siblings and her uncle.

But I come back stronger than a 90's trend wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark show me the places where the others gave you scars now this is an open/shut case I guess I should've known from the look on your face

The two of you received a lot of support and love from the people around you but also received some hate from others who didn't understand or who just hated others who were different from everyone but despite it your relationship grew and grew and soon her uncle talked to the both of you and approved of the two of you getting married becoming another niece to him as you were around each other after the final battle and Aragorn's coronation.

Every bait and switch was a work of art the more that you say the less I know wherever you stray I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand wreck my plans that's my love you know that my train could take you home anywhere else is hollow I'm begging for you to take my hand

After awhile the two of you had your wedding in the gardens you and eowyn built together near the forest you would play and hide in together when you were younger making many memories and where you both realized that you were in love with each other smiling as you watch eowyn walk down the aisle with her uncle and brother Eomer walking down the aisle to her by your brothers smiling tearfully at each other in joy and happiness.

Wreck my plans that's my love the more that you say the less I know wherever you stray I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand wreck my plans that's my love you know that my train could take you home anywhere else is hollow I'm begging for you to take my hand wreck my plans that's my love hey that's my love that's my love every bait and switch was a work of art

You hold each other's hand exchanging your personal vows that you had written when you both were teenagers as everyone you both knew, cared for, and love watching the two of you finally be together and connect to each other forever you both laugh and smile in the kiss making you officially wives and queens of Rohan as everyone cheers and walking down the aisle to your new life together and soon after you moved to a small cottage in Bree next to the shire.

That's my love hey that's my love I'm begging for you to take my hand wreck my plans that's my love

The two of you later on took in two young children Sam and Frodo found being two girls who the two of you loved dearly and raising the children as your own which changed your lives and only made the love you had for each other grow even more than it already was always having visits from your siblings, the fellowship, her uncle, and brother who grew to love the children just as much as you both do naming the two girls Xylia and Althea.