#fam: took the words right out of my mouth

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Kassandra Hargreeves' Scenes, S01E07: The Day That Was

Today, you're getting a flashback of how Kassandra got her handicap as well as another scene rewrite about Five and Kassandra's relationship. Yes, this is about the bullet scene, so watch out for that if you're sensitive to that sort of stuff.

26 Years Ago

Kassandra looked at Five from the backseat. Her stomach was twisting and turning violently. Five had been shot. She knew it but she couldn’t tell anyone. He needed medical attention, he needed it badly, but how was she supposed to get him any? Kassandra cursed herself. For a moment, she found herself cursing Allison. After all, it was her fault that she couldn’t tell secrets, it had been her rumour- No. This wasn’t Allison’s fault. It was Kassandra’s fault. She had been far too young and stupid.

Kassandra looked at the clock. It was time for her training. With a sigh, she closed her picture book. It was a really pretty picture book, showing lots of old houses with beautiful gardens. A gift from Grace. Gathering her mind, Kassandra made her way down to the salon. Her father was already standing there.

“Twenty seconds late, Number Eight”, he commented, only looking at his pocket watch, not her.

“I’m sorry”, Kassandra said. She would have to walk faster next time. “What are we training today?”

“Today, you receive a special task. You know that sweets are reserved for Sundays and rationed for you and your siblings.”

“Yes.”

“Someone has stolen candy from the kitchen. It is your task to find out who did it. Use all of your abilities. You have until lunchtime. If you fail to find the culprit, you will lose your privileges for the week.”

All of this trouble for a few pieces of candy. If only her father had known the consequences of this task ahead of time, maybe he would not have given it to her. Kassandra did not remember much of the day, but she did remember how she had tricked her siblings, all of them, and all for nothing. She had dug into their mind, searching for answers, but found nothing. She hadn’t been able to help it. Back then, her mind had been a chaotic mess of emotions and distractions. Throughout her search, she had found nothing.

Lunchtime came closer and closer with no result in sight. Kassandra’s nervousness only grew. This would make reading minds even harder. Tense, she headed back to her and her siblings’ rooms. If push came to shove, she’d have to search them. That was when the door to Allison’s room opened and her sister came out.

“Hi, Kass.”

Kassandra forced a smile. “Hi, Allison.”

“You look sad. What’s going on?”

“I, uh, I… I tried to steal some candy from the kitchen”, Kassandra lied, “but Mom caught me.”

Allison grinned. She grabbed Kassandra by the arm and pulled her into her room. “Can you keep a secret?”

Kassandra nodded quickly. From beneath her bed, Allison pulled out a little box. It was a cardboard box littered with stickers - and filled with candy. So it had been Allison! Kassandra couldn’t contain the smile that spread across her face.

“Great, right?” Allison grinned.

As the memories travelled through Kassandra’s brain, the guilt came back too. Without stopping, this story moved to its inevitable end.

“Now, Number Eight”, Reginald Hargreeves said, looking at Kassandra down the long dinner table. “Who stole the candy?”

Kassandra pressed her lips together. She could already feel Allison’s eyes digging into her.

“You have ten seconds to tell me who the culprit is. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six.”

“It was Allison”, Kassandra blurted out.

Three words that would have lasting consequences. Throughout the whole lunch, Allison had stared at her like she had wanted to kill her. After, the situation had gotten out of control.

“How could you?!” Allison shouted.

Kassandra backed up into a corner. “I’m sorry, Allison”, she stammered. “If I hadn’t told Dad-”

“I don’t care! You ratted me out!”

“I won’t do it again, I swear.”

“I don’t trust you.”

Allison grabbed Kassandra by the arms. Kassandra could sense what was coming through her thoughts. She tried to wriggle away but couldn’t. Allison was stronger than her.

“I heard a rumour you couldn’t tell anyone’s secrets.”

Those were the words Kassandra still remembered very clearly, just as clearly as the first time she had experienced the consequences. It had been like choking, her lips pressing themselves shut, everything in her mouth and throat turning to stone. She had been so terrified. And her father… The disappointment and anger in his face still haunted her. Not because she had felt it, no, she hadn’t been able to read him for as long as she could think, but because she couldn’t. She had had no idea what he would do with her, now that her already weak gift had become next to useless.

Before Kassandra could dive deeper into the pits of her mind, the car stopped next to Leonard Peabody’s house.

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Bullet

“Shit”, Five murmured.

Immediately, Kassandra’s brain flared up. He was fainting! Quickly, she put her arms around him, just as he started swaying. He didn’t resist.

“Guys!” Kassandra cut in, snapping Diego and Allison out of their gaze.

Just after she had finished speaking, Five collapsed into her arms. She slowly placed him down on the floor.

“Five!” Allison gasped.

Now, all of them were sitting on the ground of the attic of a murderer with one of them close to dying. Quickly, yet carefully, Kassandra pulled away the layers of clothing over the right side of Five’s stomach. She knew what she would find but the view still made her nauseous. A bullet wound, bloody and deep.

“Jesus, Five”, Diego murmured. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You have to keep going”, Five whispered. “So… close.”

“No, we’re getting you medical attention!” Kassandra said firmly. “We can keep going later, for now it’s more important that you stay alive.”

“But the apocalypse…”

With that, he fainted. Kassandra gulped. They had only very little time.

“Help me get him to the car.”

This started an adventure leaving Kassandra at the tip of her toes at all times. Getting Five down the ladder to the attic was the most difficult part, but far from the worst. The worst came in the car. Kassandra was in the backseat with Five in her lap, hand constantly on his head, constantly linked to his mind. She had to feel he was alive, she simply had to. The pain from his wound shot into her but she didn’t care. Feeling him fade in and out of consciousness was all that mattered to her, knowing that he was alive was the only important thing. Finally, they reached the Academy. As carefully and quickly as they could, Kassandra and Diego carried Five inside. Right now, he was barely conscious.

“We should have taken him to the hospital”, Allison commented shakily.

“A kid with a shrapnel wound might raise some questions”, Five murmured.

If only he would stay silent, save his energy.

“Yeah, well, so does the murder shrine in Harold Jenkins’ attic.”

Carefully, they placed Five down on one of the couches in the salon.

“What do we do?” Kassandra asked, trying her hardest to keep her voice from failing her.

“We gotta get the shrapnel out”, Diego declared.

Then, he froze. He had spotted something. Kassandra’s fear was keeping her from figuring out what it was. The stress was making her go insane. Then, Diego left. Allison called after him. Panicked, Kassandra pulled out a tissue and put in on Five’s wound to stop the bleeding. She should have done this ages ago. Why had she not done this sooner? What if Five would die? She couldn’t lose him. Not now, not after getting him back after so many years - not ever! He had to live, he simply had to live. But how? What could she do? A familiar voice pulled Kassandra out of the chaos in her mind.

“We need to get him to the operating room.”

Kassandra looked up to see her mother’s eyes. Her heart stopped for a moment. She could feel tears building up but she swallowed them down. Swiftly and carefully, she and Diego picked Five up again and started carrying him off. She was only half present. Her brain was spinning. They reached the operating room and Grace got ready for the operation. Kassandra was immobile, staring at Five. When she had to leave the room, Diego had to drag her out. There, she started pacing.

“Kass, it’s going to be okay”, Diego told her as he watched her wander. “Mom will make sure he’s okay.”

Kassandra said nothing. She clenched her hands to fists, breathing becoming shaky.

“Do you wanna get that blood off of your hands?” Allison asked.

Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Kassandra by the arm and dragged her away. Still, Kassandra’s mind lingered in the operating room.

Once the operation was done, Kassandra was at Five’s side again. Though he was unconscious, she held his hand. She would stay here all night, make sure he was alright, make sure he slept, make sure his dreams were kind to him.

“Your brother will be alright”, Grace said, putting a hand on Kassandra’s shoulder.

Kassandra just nodded.

[poetryandfluffycats]

shu itsuki face fucking. FAM. FAAAMM?

shu fucking your throat so hard youre crying and sobbing around his cock then he plugs your nose when he cums so u cant breathe...with a fem reader pls...🙏🏼

A/N: god I hate the french/j. shu fuckers sorry this is so short I love yall I swear

Pairing: Shu Itsuki x fem!reader

Content: You've been annoying Shu whilst he is busy, so he decides to take matters into his own hands on making you behave.

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex(m receiving), face fucking, rough oral sex, degrading(shu to reader), humiliation kink, brief mentions of prey/predator dynamics, mean dom shu, petnames(doll, my dear), french person/j

Words: 608

NSFW oneshot under cut!

A Simple Task~

"Oh hush, doll, you were the one begging for my attention. Don't cry now that you've got it"

You whined, grip on Shus thighs tightening and tears blurring your gaze as you took him further into your mouth. Fuck, why did it hurt so much? Its not like Shu was huge, more average than anything, was he using some weird mind trick on you to make it worse than usual? Sure, you had been annoying him a bit today, but that's only because he was too caught up in whatever sewing project he was doing, ignoring your pleads to cuddle and have him shower you with affection.

So you'd taken matters into your own hands, or at least tired to. In your defence, jumping into his lap and attacking his neck with kisses seemed like a good idea in the moment, but of course, all it did was get you shoved under the desk and ordered to suck him off until he said you could stop.

"Don't be pathetic" Shu scolded, grabbing the back of your head and tangling his hands in your hair, pulling the strands so hard you felt like he might rip them out. "Such a simple task, and you can't even get it right. How on earth did I end up with someone this useless?"

His insults, you hated how much they turned you on.

His cock hit the back of your throat as he began to guild you back and forth, your jaw straining from the stretch. You hallowed out your cheeks, trying your hardest to move your tongue around his thick and throbbing shaft, but you could barely focus. Your movements came out messy, desperate even. Not at all like you had hoped. The tears started to fall with one thrust that made you gag hard enough that you saw stars in your vision. God, was he trying to make you pass out?

A sigh left Shus lips. Whether it was out of relief or disappointment, you weren't quite sure, and it didn't matter. However he was feeling, it didn't stop him from shoving his entire length down your throat, cutting off your airways and forcing you to choke and spit all over his cock. Drool foamed out the sides of your mouth, dripping down your chin and staining his pants.

Shu forced your head up so your eyes meet his. There was a longing in them, one of lust and desire. One that made him look near animistic, like a predator hunting his prey. "Now now doll, breathe through your nose. I can't have you suffocating while I'm still inside you, how disgusting would that be? Haven't I trained you better than this?"

Trained. Like you were his pet.

You could barely see past the tears clouding your vision, but you didn't need to see to know there was that smirk on his face. He loved this, being in control, having you completely under his mercy. Humiliating you was his favourite thing in the world, having his dick down your throat whilst he did it was just an added bonus.

"Maybe this will help you admit how truly unworthy you are of my attention, and yet I give it to you free of charge. Such a spoilt thing you are"

No. You were never going to admit that. Even if it was true.

"I see you've gone quiet. No more crying? A little punishment does you good, don't you think?" Shu cooed, running his fingers down the nape of your neck, paying special attention to the part that budged from his cock.

"Don't worry, there's still plenty to come, my dear"

[discount-shades]

Sleepy Baby: Part 15

a/n: There are only going to be about 3 more parts to this story I think. Also I have another fic planned with Jake. :)

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin / Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1400 ish

Summary: Meet the rest of Jake’s Fam

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When you pull up at Jake's parents house you can see George and Tammy waiting on the front porch looking at you expectantly. “Do they know?” You look up at Jake. He smiles sheepishly and nods. You clasp his hand in yours and when you reach the top of the stairs you hold out your left hand to them. 

Tammy screams in excitement and comes running. You go to step away to let her hug her son but it is you she pulls into her arms. She doesn't say anything, just holds you close and when you go to pull away she just squeezes you tighter, and you melt into her arms. It’s a hug from a mother, something you hadn't realized how much you missed. You can feel the tears rolling down your face as you hide your emotions in her shoulder. 

You miss your parents every day, but a sad, bitter part of you took comfort that they never had to see you get your heart broken by Ian. Standing here with Jake's ring on your finger and Tammy’s arms around you, you wish they could be with you now. To see the future you had rebuilt with the man by your side.

When you do eventually pull back she brushes the tears off your cheeks with her thumbs. “I’m so happy to have you as my daughter-in-law.” Your smile is teary and she pulls you back into a hug. “I always wanted another daughter after Julia quit dressing Jake up in dresses.” At your questioning laughter she just smiles, “I’ll show you the pictures.” 

She finally releases you and pulls a stick out of your hair as she does. Holding it up to you she winks and throws it off the deck. She turns to hug Jake and George comes over and wraps you in a hug. He gives you a squeeze that causes you to let out a little squeak before placing a kiss on the top of your head and lets you go. “I’m so glad you said yes.”

“He said yes to me,” you laugh, “I asked him first!”

“How come you never asked permission to marry my son.” His stern expression momentarily has you taken aback before you notice it does not reach his eyes.

“Your son is a strong independent man, and we will not submit to the patriarchy.” Your answer causes George to let out a snort of laughter. 

“I think you will remember that I asked first.” Jake's interruption has you frowning at him. 

“No, I distinctly remember asking you first.”

“But you never said the words Kisses.” Jake has a shit eating grin on his face. You open your mouth to retort but close it when you realize he is right. Your insistence on teasing him has resulted in him being able to say he was the one who proposed for the rest of your life together. You try to glare at him in mock anger but soon you are laughing and throw up your hands in defeat. 

Tammy cackles, “Enjoy it while it lasts Jake, I don’t think you will win often.” She ushers the two of you inside to get cleaned up for dinner before Jake’s sisters arrive. 

When you and Jake come downstairs after your shower, Jake's sister Julia and her husband Mike are there. “I knew there was someone out there smart enough to lock this idiot down.” Julia greets you while putting Jake in a headlock that he gently untangles himself from. “Now for the real reason I’m here,” She turns to you with an intense look on her face. “Did you have to undergo my mothers ‘No Sex in the House’ talk?” 

“Yes, it was mortifying, thank you for that.” Jules grins at Mike at your response. 

“You have been avenged, my dear.” She pats her husband on the arm and you chuckle before you are interrupted by a child's shriek. 

“Uncle Jake!” A small blonde girl comes running and leaps into Jake's arms. Jake swings her around in a hug before setting her back down. 

“Evie!” You have heard so much about the little girl in Jake’s arms and can't help but smile at how he interacts with the child. “Eves, I want you to meet someone.” Jake introduces you and you feel more nervous meeting Evie than you did Jake's parents. “I’m going to marry her.” Jake whispers in the girl's ear.

“Did he get you a nice ring?” You grin at the imperious question.

“He did,” you hold out your hand and show her your ring. “I got him one too,” you motion Jake over and he also holds out his ring for her appraisal and she nods in approval at both rings.

Evie smiles sweetly up at you. “Well I’m glad he finally got around to asking you to marry him.” She says, rolling her eyes at her uncle. “He bought that ring forever ago.” With that she joins Tammy and George in the kitchen.

“You discuss your dating life with your seven year old niece?” you look at Jake in exasperation.

“No, she’s eight now.” Jake says indignantly. “Also she badgers me every time I talk to her, asking if I have a girlfriend and won’t change the subject until I answer. When I told her about you she immediately started asking when I would propose.”

“I put her up to it,” Julia smiles proudly. “He never tells me anything, but Evie has him wrapped around her finger.”

“Judas.” Jake mutters in mock horror under his breath and everyone laughs. 

“Show her the pictures of Jake,” Tammy's voice carries in from the kitchen. Julia grabs a photo album from the shelf and sits beside you on the couch, Jake sitting on your other side. Inside are pictures of Jake from when he was about three years old until around nine. In every one of them he is wearing a dress and in some of them makeup. 

In most he is alone, in some he is with Julia, and some with Stacy who is usually wearing jeans and another girl around Julia's age who can only be Stacy's sister. Why?” you ask giggling at the pictures. 

“Julia asked so I said yes, and when I told her I didn’t want to anymore she stopped.” Jake just shrugs. “It made her happy, and she would sneak me snacks from the shelves I couldn't reach.”

You smile fondly at Jake, thinking of all the things he did for you just because you asked. “She didn’t blackmail you with the Big Secret you promised to tell me.” you raise your eyebrows and Jake sighs.

“You know the broken plate in the glass case in the kitchen?” You think for a moment before nodding, leaning in to hear Jake’s soft voice. “It's over 120 years old. My moms family bought it from Europe.” Your jaw drops, already connecting the dots of what happened to the plate. 

“I hit it off an open shelf with a nerf dart when I was nine.” Jake glances at the door with a guilty expression. “Mom had this old cat that she loved almost as much as us.” 

“Jake you didn’t!” you gasp in horror.

He nods sadly, “It was spring so the cat was shedding and I took some fur and kinda wedged it in with the broken plate.”

“That's when I caught him,” Jules says with relish. “Blackmail for the rest of his life. Mom never did love the cat the same. Jake tried to make up for it but the cat never really cared for him.”

You can't help the sad little laugh that comes out at that, picturing Jake trying to apologize to the cat he framed. There is a commotion at the door and Jake’s  sister Jessie walks in with her girlfriend, Kate. Introductions are made and you ask Kate if she has ever received Tammy’s ‘No Sex in the House’ talk.

“She tried,” Kate says, with a conspiratorial grin. “I asked her if it only counted as sex if I used a strap on or if fingering counted as well and she started laughing and gave up.”

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Hopefully I made it in time!

May I request this but with Offender this time? I've been missing my hopeless romantic man 😩

https://at.tumblr.com/intimidating-fettuccine/long-time-lurker-first-time-getting-a-request-in/7k2hnm5b7hxu

-🐋 anon

Coming right up~ I just think this idea is so cute.

Click here for the link of S/O disappears for several years, only to return with amnesia

The day you suddenly went missing, it felt like his life had completely shattered. The two of you were so involved with each other, already living together, discussing marriage, completely intertwined, and then one day you just... vanished. No trace left behind, no way to track you down and figure out what had happened. Fen never stopped looking for you despite the several years that had passed, and he merely wished you well, desperately hoping that you were just okay out there, happy and healthy. He wasn't expecting to bump into you again after so much time, and by not expecting to bump into you, I mean that literally.

He was exiting a cafe, and not paying attention he had bumped into you, and apologizing immediately he bent down to pick up the things you'd dropped. However, as soon as his eyes landed on your shoes, the same pair you'd always worn nearly every day, he couldn't help but slowly look up to see your face, his mouth hanging open in awe as you smiled down at him. Before he could speak, however, you'd accepted your items and struck him unknowingly with a, "Thank you, stranger!" before continuing on your way. He couldn't help but watch as you walked away, completely unaware of who he even was. You looked nearly identical to how you did before disappearing, and he felt himself crashing from the emotions overwhelming him. He decided to use his connections in the Underworld to see if he could find any information on you, and he'd learned that you had indeed developed amnesia as he had assumed. However, Fen was determined to get to know you again. He couldn't pass up this chance that was presented to him. He'd begun to routinely go back to that cafe, hoping to see you again, and he had. He began to make casual conversation with you each time he bumped into you, and you always returned it with a smile, the same smile he had fallen for all those years ago.

If he could make you fall in love with him once, he could do it again. That's what he kept telling himself as the two of you grew closer, although he knew he should tell you the truth of why he was seeking you out so much especially after you even told him yourself that you had amnesia, you'd managed to beat him to the punch. You asked him one day if the two of you knew each other before you'd developed your amnesia, as he just felt so familiar to you, as though you'd always known each other. He was at a loss for words at first, and could only nod at you. After gathering himself he told you that the two of you were partners, that you'd been living together and had been a couple for quite a while. You asked questions and he answered them, just so happy that you weren't outright rejecting him. Eventually, you asked to go to his home, and he took you there as you wished. As you walked through the house you had an overwhelming sense of familiarity overcoming you, and Fen couldn't help but feel hope blooming inside him. He showed you the various photo albums he had with the two of you in them and a few of them triggered a deep familiarity within you, triggering memories that had been locked away for years. You told Fen as much, feeling overwhelmed with the familiarity of it all, and told him you wanted to rebuild your relationship with him, slowly of course. You wanted to chase these memories and the deep feeling of comfort he brought you. He felt as though he could cry at your words, and he agreed immediately, telling you he wouldn't let you disappear again, he'd do everything he could to keep you safe, and you smiled at him knowingly, taking his breath away as you always did. When you pressed a familiar kiss to his lips he nearly choked, you couldn't help but laugh the same way you always would when you teased him, and he couldn't help but gather a feeling inside himself that maybe everything would be okay, the two of you would be just fine like this, no matter how much time it took. He'd recapture your love again, just as you had already recaptured his.

[jaxxsoxxn]

Me, waving my fingers at Boomer, ominously: Ohhhh, you're gonna get projected on so harddd

Anyway, some hcs that will probably be mentioned in my future fics!

Boomer has horrid object permanence (totally not like me /s) - he can and will forget about some things unless they're right in front of him, the list of those includes: food, people, the whole idea of eating/hunger, sometimes clothes, plans.

Also, Flash adores it slightly, because when they're deeper into their relationship, every time he pops up (even if he was gone only for a second) he gets a kiss and a "'ello" mumbled to him softly. He abuses this power a lot.

Cap believes that anything that can fit in his mouth could be eaten. Does not question if it should be eaten.

He was born in a small town/village in Australia, everyone knew everyone type of thing. Sadly that also meant that everyone knew he was a bastard in the literal meaning of the word.

Loves his mother, does not believe she loves him. Thinks that she's just a good person, that's why she took such a good care of him. She does love him, btw.

I usually hc that she died when he was pretty young, leaving him alone, but in a world where she didn't, she'd love Barry.

"Not only ya gave me a son-in-law, ya also gave me two premade grandchildren?! Oh Digi, lov!"

Digger absolutely dies of embarrassment every time she calls them not only her grandkids but also says they came "premade" or "prebuilt"

Wally calls him sarcastically Digi once and Boomer looks him dead in the eyes and says "I'm fucking with your father figure."

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, Wally...

If Owen lives, I'd imagine he's actually pretty close to Wally in age, if not even older, since Boomer's like 45 years old in my head.

Wally, 22 years old, looking at his new "step-brother" who's 25 years old and looks totally unbothered about the new family he aquaried (he knows every single Flash fam member while none of them know even his name for the first few months)

Owen is a lot like his father, but I'd imagine he's softer around the edges than his dad. Also, lesser accent, since he moved a lot, most of his life.

Owen had rough teenage years, but Boomer was a rock trough them. Good for them.

Flash fam takes a lot of time to get used to two different speedsters - usually the biggest difference is the fact they're use reverse Speedforce or smth alike, but this time Digger is a straight-up fake speedster, while Owen isn't one (even if he has patience of one), though his agility is through the roof. (In some versions, while Owen is! A speedster, he only throws his boomerangs superfast, instead of running! Which is, like, crazy)

At the moment, Owen is acting rather careless. He's well known around most of the Rouges, which also means that if anyone is trying to get to them, they might focus on him. He might or might not ignore the danger fully and deem it "silly"

Flash fam, when they start getting used to them, are actually easily swayed towards Owen. Digger doesn't hold it against them, using "once a rogue, always a rogue" excuse, while the truth was simple: Owen was a kid or practically a kid to most of them - he's easily impressed and not many things can beat the excited kid looking at you like ya hung the stars & moon in the sky Those hcs took a while to get out, but here they are (maybe bc I got fully into Owen at some point while writing them, oops-)

[legacygirlingreen]

Part 4, Chapter 6: Repository II //Sebastian Sallow x Reader

A/N: hi friends! Next repository chapter is up! I really struggle with action writing so I apologize but I hope you enjoy! I’m really anxious to hear people’s thought on my decisions in this chapter so please let me know what you liked, didn’t see coming, etc!

Also @animasola86 gets credits for Sebastian in the cover art!

The audio version of this chapter can be found here

Masterlist to the full series found here

Warnings: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, descriptions of bodily harm, seriously it’s gross fam…

Word count: 5k

As if the first scream he had to hear wasn’t bad enough a few seconds after he heard a second one. Granted not quite as loud and violent, but still chilling as the next room seemed to continue collapsing. He needed to hurry.

“At least take a wiggenweld mate,” Leander said, holding out a bottle. Normally he’d be skeptical of a potion coming from Garreth or a close friend of the boy, but given the circumstances Sebastian graciously took and downed its contents. The potion didn’t fully heal the injury, but it did slow the bleeding. 

“Mr. Sallow, I really must advise against this. Rushing into danger in general is not wise, certainly not while injured” Professor Fig spoke and he shook his head. 

“You’ve never stopped her before for doing the same. With all due respect sir, she is my priority. And while we sit here arguing, she could be injured. This is just a minor wound, it’ll be fine” he reasoned as he spat out the response. The notion he should sit back and let the girl face her death makes the words turn sour on his tongue. 

“You and I both know this is not what she would want Mr. Sallow” Fig continued to argue with him and Sebastian turned away from the man before hauling himself up so he could mount Highwing once more. 

“Yeah? And what about what I want? I certainly don’t intend on dragging her mangled and lifeless body from this cavern simply because you think she should face ranrok alone” he said. 

“Your uncle” Sharp cut in and he rolled his eyes.

“Precisely. She might as well be alone. In fact, I feel more concerned knowing that man is with her. So now that everyone has addressed their objections, they are duly noted. I’m going” Sebastian said as he lifted off the ground, the hippogriff hovering as he swallowed in a shaky breath. Knowing the entrance to the cavern had been blocked by falling debris, he knew he'd have to find another way around. 

“We can search to the left of the entrance if you’d like to go right” Poppy offered. As Sebastian turned to see that she had helped Imelda onto the back of the beast alongside her. 

“Fine. But please shout if you find a way in” he said.

“We shall stay here and continue to try and slowly dig out the debris” Professor Weasley quietly informed him. In all his years he’d never seen the woman so dejected. The deputy headmistress always being the pinnacle of authority and confidence, yet now she seemed sullen and nervous. 

“Alright. Someone should probably see what happened to Larson after going to find Officer Singer from Hogsmeade to help” he informed them as Everret nodded, “sounds good Sebastian” he said already heading back towards the mouth of the cave to find his housemate and direct the Aurors down to the cavern that no one outside knew of. 

“Be safe Mr. Sallow” Hecat told him. The woman had always had a soft spot for the boy who showed much promise in her classroom, but watching him repeatedly throw himself into danger without fear caused her to swell with pride. Sebastian probably would’ve acknowledged his favorite professor had he not already gotten out of earshot of the group, desperate to find a way in before it was too late. 

Although, who could hardly blame him with how grim the sounds coming from the repository chamber sounded…

She had hardly been given time to react before the goblin was hurling the corrupted ancient magic in her direction. She had fought his loyalists but had yet to actually be in his line of fire. She had watched him kill Lodgok, his own brother, in a similar manner. She’d be damned if her or Solomon went down in a similar manner. 

It was truly wild how much her mind wandered during the fight. She had faced many opponents with complete concentration on the task at hand, and as she fought this goblin who threatened her world, she couldn’t help but think back on everything that had led up to this moment. She’d crossed paths with him so many times at this point: in the vault, in that alley outside the three broomsticks, in the shadows at rookwood castle, in the mine where Lodgok had died, now. All her hard work in doing the keepers bidding, finding the missing pages with a ghost, the trip to the restricted section - it had all been leading to this moment. 

Yet, she found her mind wandering as she continued to hurl rocks lifted with ancient magic at the goblin. Part of her remembered the poem her father had read to from the papers a few years back, before she even knew of magic.

It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul 

The other part of her kept glancing over and making eye contact with the frozen and terrified ex auror. Until now she had never noticed the way that he had such similar eyes to Sebastian. It was likely due to how often Solomon’s eyes looked angry, but now, seeing the fear in them, she recognized the resemblance. And although in both muggle and wizarding worlds, men showing their emotions so openly was frowned upon, she so deeply loved that her love had continued to be unashamed in showing all of himself to her. The fear, the excitement, the anger, the anxiety, the frustration, the love. His brown eyes had always been such a window into what he was thinking, and after almost a year of knowing him, she could read those eyes so well. Similarly now, the look Solomon was giving her was so reminiscent of the one Sebastian had worn before she left with Poppy. 

And as she tried to shake the thought from her head she could feel the hot and searing feeling against her shoulder as it knocked her to the ground. His corrupted magic stolen from other repositories swirling around her now blood dripping shoulder as she looked in horror,  watching as the goblin shot ahead, striking Bragbor’s container on the walkway in front of them. 

Pushing her now aching limbs she somehow managed to stand, hobbling towards the entrance in an effort to gain backup. There was no way she could fight Ranrok alone now that he had stolen the magic Isadora created.

“Run!” She tried to warn Solomon but it was too late. The goblin had already taken the magic as a bright flash filled the room. The eruption of the repository caused such a blinding light to fill her vision that she took a few moments to regain vision once more, watching in horror as now the transformed goblin swirled in the midst of the red and black magic. 

Rubble began to fall around them as she heard an almost demonic voice yell “Goblin kind shall answer to no one” before he dived at the platform her and Solomon were on. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Solomon’s body safely landing on the dirt ground as he covered his head with his hands. And then she felt it. The strong force of something large smacking into her chest, knocking the wind from her already damaged lungs as the contact was so intense she felt it in her bones. And then,

Air,

Weightlessness,

Falling. 

She was falling, and doing so, fast

And yet, it was almost as if she could perceive it happening in slow motion. She could nearly count the times her body flipped ankles over her head as she passed the cliff she had once been standing upon. Her mind could fully make out the quickly approaching sharp jagged rocks that would ultimately claim her life when she inevitably smashed into them, for in the fall she had dropped the most important thing she owned: her wand. 

“Arresto Momento!” 

Suddenly suspended in the air, a few yards above the ground she looked back up to see Solomon leaning over the platform. Only his head and shoulders were visible as he looked down the massive cliffside at her body hovering several yards above the ground. 

Even from far away she could see his eye still nearly swollen shut from where she had struck him in the infirmary, but his other one stared down at her wide, seemingly relieved he had caught her. He slowly continued to lower her to the ground safely as she closed her eyes and tried to think of how it was going to be best to proceed. Her wand had been lost and she doubted the keeper's wand would work in the same manner as a normal one. Now was certainly not the time to test it out. 

Her body slowly being lowered to the ground halted at the same time she looked up. Before she had time to process what was happening, once again her body was free falling. Only briefly making out the bright red light coming through the man’s chest before her body violently collided with the ground below. As time slowed once more, she laid on the ground as she experienced the scream tearing from her throat as if she was a passerby. Yet, the intense throbbing in her bones reminded her that no, it was indeed her that was screaming, and it was her body that had fallen to the stones below.

And then, she had an up close viewing of Solomon Sallow’s body crashing to the ground next to her with the most sickening thud she had ever experienced to date. Bones snapping viciously in a manner similar to the way she had broken his nose in the infirmary, except this time it was his legs that created the noise, as they came to rest in opposite directions. And this time when the scream tore from her raw throat, it was in terror as she saw the mangled appearance of Sebastian’s guardian as he lay next to her.

His lifeless brown eyes were still open as she continued to scream while the cavern caved in around them both and the last of her remaining strength was used to hold up a forcefield as the rubble encased their bodies.

Sebastian could remember the first time he’d witnessed ancient magic. It had been in hogsmeade square during the troll attack. The static feeling that charged the air and made the hair on his neck stand up had only relieved itself when she tore lightning from the sky, reducing the troll to ash. His ears had rung for a few seconds as the clap of thunder she conjured had disoriented him while his rapidly blinking eyes had fixated themself on the girl, her newly acquired wand clutched in her hand.

Since then, he’d only seen her use that type of magic on occasion. Usually she tried to learn how to master it in small doses, using restraint as she aimed to learn to use it for productive purposes such as conjuration or healing instead of destructive like the first time he’d seen. Occasionally he’d see things in the room of requirement lifting in mid air as if she had used levioso, but the way she was doing it looked unnatural. Sometimes he’d witness a small flash of light before something like a quill emerge.  But without her abilities it truly was hard to tell what was ancient magic and what was simply spells she had learned during the year. 

And yet, he still had become acclimated to what it felt like to be around such magic, even if he couldn’t physically see it. Ever since christmas he had worn the cufflinks she’d gifted him, and he’d never tell her, but he always felt the slight thumping or hum coming off them every morning when he put them on his dress shirt.  Usually a dull vibration, as if they were alive and full of swarming lacewing flies. But on those rare occasions she did use her magic in his presence they’d warm up, the tingling that lingered on the objects growing more intense, like they were alive and desperately trying to join the stream of magic she was using. 

That had been the real reason he’d grabbed them when he changed in the room of requirement, threading them onto the sleeves of the dark outfit she’d woven for him. And now as he continued to try and find a way to enter the cavern he knew she was fighting that blasted goblin, he could feel them tingling more than he ever had. 

Highwing continued to fly through the cavern as he searched for a possible opening. It dawned on him that the last time he had physically laid eyes on her was when she left with Poppy after class.  And since that moment he’d experienced such a whirlwind. He had went to collect rings in order to secure their future, bought a very dismantled home to share some day and while riding the high of such a wonderful thing his world had collapsed. Arriving into feldcroft amidst a battle only to discover that not only was his whole family gone, but she hadn’t been seen. 

And then when he finally did get back to the school Fig had roped him into dealing with the Keepers as he worried for her safety and Professor Sharp’s ability to save her. Only to return and be locked in with the other students knowing she’d only barely been patched up before going to fight Ranrok and the entire goblin armada. Unfortunately it seemed they had so often almost crossed paths in this entire mess of a situation and yet continued to fight their own battles separately. 

In the chaos he also hadn’t had time to actually process what Poppy had told him. His Uncle. Solomon had known. And Even worse, the man had intended for him to take the curse over Anne. As Highwing continued to fly he really did wonder what his life would be like had he had endured the curse this whole time over his twin. Obviously he’d have struggled being back home with Solomon more than Anne, given their history. He wouldn’t have put it past the man to just leave him at St Mungos to rot alone. 

Surely his love would still have come to Hogwarts and been sorted into Slytherin, but would she have befriended Anne? Would Anne still have brought her to visit a sick brother to cheer him up as he had done? And if she did, would the girl look at him with eyes of love or pity…

Despite the horrific events of the year, and the grim circumstances to which they so often found themselves in, he would not trade a thing in the world to see her tired smile as she finally drifted off to sleep leaving behind the massive weight upon her shoulders. He would not trade the fear of holding her bleeding body to his chest at Christmas if it meant losing the beautiful hands that moved through his dark hair when they were alone. 

Even worse he realized he would rather have seen Anne continue to fight this curse than know the love of his life had died in that ashwinder camp. 

Because if you asked Sebastian back in August what his main priority in life was, he easily would’ve answered finding a cure for his sister. But in the quest to find answers for Anne he discovered something beautiful. A kind of love he had never felt. A kind of love those who experience its warmth would die for. A kind of love that healed the deep wounds pressed upon his soul from the tragedies he’d known as a young boy. A kind of love that made the journey of all of Solomon’s abuse somehow worth it, for without it he might not have met her or held on so tightly. 

Every event in his life seemingly now had a purpose, beyond just bringing him pain and torment. For without them, he never would have been in the right place, at the right time, with the right heart to love her. And more importantly, be loved by her. 

With every crash he heard from the wall that separated them, he felt like that beautiful thing to which he found was slowly slipping away. It’s why despite feeling lightheaded as blood continued to stain the wonderful gift she’d made for him, running down his back as it poured out of his right shoulder, he didn’t hesitate. What man would he be if it didn’t do everything in his power to get to the one he loved? What deep sorrow and regret he would be cursed to anguish in if she died alone?

As he neared a waterfall, Highwing attempted to move away from the water stream and just as he passed its refreshing mist he felt a sharp shooting pain on his wrist. Quickly tried to separate the material of his shirt from his wrist despite the way his limp non dominant hand fell to his side. As Sebastian saw the skin underneath he could make out a small blister forming where the inside latch of his cufflinks had burned into his blood soaked skin and he tugged the hippogriff to turn around. 

Reluctantly the creature flew close to the waterfall again and like before the metal heated to the point he could not stand it, casting glacius onto them in efforts to prevent further burning. As he looked ahead he tried to see through the waterfall but was unable due to its heavy stream. 

“Highwing come on” he begged the creature, attempting to urge the proud beast through the stream and it put up a fight, letting out a noise he could only interpret as annoyance before flying through the stream. As they came through the water, and onto the other side Sebastian realized a cavern was hidden away by the waterfall. Highwing moved forward enough to set him down on the solid ground they’d discovered and he stroked her feathers kindly as he hopped off and walked forward. 

“Lumos” he spoke as it echoed off the cave walls. And suddenly like discovering water in the desert he saw it: the rune symbol. To the right a torch became noticeable from the light his wand put off and he shouted confringo at it, before repeating the action on the other side of the symbol. Unlike the doors leading into Isadora’s workshop or even the map chamber this was simply just a simple hovering over a pile of rocks, as if some muggle attempt had been made to create a secondary entrance to the repository for emergencies. 

“Highwing go find the others!” he shouted. If there was one thing he had learned this year, it was that beasts were so much more intelligent than wizards and witches gave them credit for. Because the hippogriff bowed her head at him before running and jumping through the waterfall’s stream once more as she left him. 

Coming forward he began using simple charms to slowly dig the piled up stones from the entrance. As stones began to move one by one he grew weary, putting his wand away and reaching for the wall. Years of working for Solomon had taught him how to use his brute strength sometimes over magic to get things done quickly. Even this past yule when he’d repaired the stone fences in the yard by hand, he realized that sometimes the muggle way was more effective. 

Groaning as he lifted his injured arm he began pushing stone after stone to the ground, frantically digging through the pileup as his arm continued to bleed and his hands started to sting from the cuts he was getting from the jagged edges cutting his palms. 

Every new injury seemed dull in comparison to the way his heart continued to leap as he pushed aside another rock. He had to get through. He had to reach her. And the more stones pushed to the side the louder and louder things became on the other side of the wall. The blasting and crashing only intensified as he heard a very loud and dark voice call out “your pitiful magic is no match for mine, child”. 

Under normal circumstances such a voice would be bone chilling but to him it felt like a relief. It meant one thing: she was still alive.

For now. 

As soon as the falling debris stopped she somehow mustered the strength to stand. Luckily having one last healing potion on her she was able to maintain a hold on the force field long enough to push the rubble away before downing the contents. It didn’t do much, nor did it return the air to her lungs, but it dulled the sting, which for now would have to be enough. Trying desperately to avert her eyes from Solomon’s body as ranrok’s newly transformed body flew about the space, she searched the ground for his wand. After moments of searching she stole a quick glance at his hand seeing he was still clutching it tightly. Gently she moved towards him, muttering a quick prayer to some god or entity despite the man’s malicious actions in life, before closing his eyes and ripping the wand from his grasp. 

“Accio wand” she called out, not expecting much. Her wand likely was crushed in the fall, but when suddenly she felt its energy approaching, she was surprised to see it coming straight for her unharmed. Deciding to pocket Solomon’s for safe keeping to return to the Sallows she quickly looked for cover in case Ranrok came back to pick her off.

Rushing forward along the walkway as the space continued to be filled with the swirls of dark ancient magic she came to an opening, finally seeing ranrok in his new form as he perched at the end. 

The anger of today, coming to a head as she pushed forward. How dare he attack the school? How dare he steal this magic? How dare he threaten the ones she loves? 

Hurling ancient magic at him she watched in horror as he laughed, backing up as he taunted, “so much fire… so much spirit… I shall snuff that out” before shooting a large blast towards her without little time to duck for cover. 

She would have to rethink exactly how to fight him this way. Suddenly she saw large force fields erupting nearby that reminisced the way she had fought the large pensive guards during the keeper trials. Hurling the freezing charm at it, she realized that it did in fact react similarly. If she was going to win this battle, she would need to stay moving and focus on those weak points until she could muster enough ancient magic to subdue him. 

And then she remembered a moment in the room of requirement one day with Sebastian. 

“So this corrupted magic, infused with pain, how do you think you can control it?” Sebastian asked her as he continued to take notes in a journal he’d been keeping on her magic. 

“I’m not sure I even can… Isadora certainly couldn’t. That’s why she contacted Bragbor to build containers for it in the first place” she retorted as she continued to go over something she stole from San Bakaar’s tower on a second lap through. Her frustration with the keepers for remaining tight-lipped had her sneaking back into the tower, steering clear of the portrait, to raid his office. In it he found the man’s notes on the magic in the repositories. 

“But isn’t Ranrok wielding it? Along with all the goblins? Surely you could find a way to do so, even if it’s simply a matter of protecting yourself from it” Sebastian countered as he glanced up. He knew that she likely wouldn’t see eye to eye with him on understanding the dark magic. The memories she spoke of being enough to discourage her from attempting to even entangle herself with that magic, but it didn’t stop him from being anxious. If she could control it, then perhaps if she faced the goblins she could turn the magic against them, or at the very least wield it enough to protect herself.

“I suppose in theory there is a way to control it. I am just nervous about what that could look like… Lodgok mentioned that all the goblins had been transformed by their attempts at using it. I am worried that if I allow myself to be influenced by it, that it may start to control me as well. Isadora’s journals end in madness. It’s easy to see she seemed to have been corrupted by it as well” she countered. 

“Hmm…” he said and when she looked up she noticed that his eyes showed how truly far away his mind was. Nervous to ask the reasons why he broached the topic, she pushed that aside in favor of getting answers even if they made her anxious. 

“You want me to heal Anne by wielding it don’t you?” she asked him with a defeated sigh, but when his eyes snapped back to hers and his brow furrowed almost angrily she regretted saying anything.

“What?” he asked in horror, frustration apparent in his tone as he spit the words out, laced with the venom he usually reserved for his uncle and no one else. 

“I just thought… that’s why you were asking… it’s okay if that was your train of thought, I was just curious-” she began rambling, hoping she could take back the insination but it was too late. He was already furious at her. 

“I am asking for you. You already told me what one of the memories showed - how it made a person devoid of emotions. I trust that. I trust you. I wouldn’t want that for my twin, even if it meant she wasn’t in pain. I wanted to know if you could wield it to protect yourself” he grumpily responded as she grew silent. 

“Oh” she spoke quietly as she stared into her lap, eyes glazing over as she felt similarly to a scolding child by the authority in his voice, and the guilt of assuming the worst in him. He must’ve seen the tiny piling of tears in the corner of her eye because he put down his book and came directly in front of where she sat on the sofa, sitting on his knees in front of her and grabbing her hands from her lap. 

“Hey” he spoke calmly and she didn’t respond so he spoke softer, gently squeezing her palms as she finally looked up. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” Sebastian spoke. 

“I know. I didn’t mean to upset you either” she responded. 

“I know. I just want to know all our options for keeping you safe. That’s my main priority” he told her as she looked down. 

“What about Anne…?” 

“What about her?” he asked in confusion.

“We only started down this journey to find a cure for her… I thought that was your priority” she explained. 

Watching as his eyes absorbed her words he looked at her, opening his mouth, before closing it again to ponder his response. “It’s okay if that’s still your main goal-” she continued but he cut her off. 

“Months ago, yes, that was my main priority. But now… my world has shifted. My goals have shifted. My loyalty and devotion have shifted” he spoke cooly as her eyebrow raised of its own accord in confusion. 

“But Anne is your sister, your twin-” She went to counter and he shook his head. 

“And you are my everything. Of course I want to heal Anne, but we will find a way to do so safely. The same way we will find a way to keep you safe if somehow Ranrok does get ahold of the last repository… but don’t think for a second that you aren’t important to me. That keeping you safe isn’t my main priority now” he told her. 

Unsure how to respond she simply blinked rapidly. She wasn’t sure when she started crying fully, but when she felt the wetness on her cheeks he was already there, pulling her into his arms. 

“I mean it… I love you… and I swear with all I have that I will do everything to keep you safe when the time comes…” 

Remembering back to that day, she did wonder about his theory. They hadn’t had a chance to actually test it out given only a few days later she left with Poppy… and now she was in this head on. But perhaps Sebastian was correct. Maybe there was a way to control it. Maybe even purify it by removing the pain somehow, so that it would be useless to Ranrok. Unlike the keepers she had isadora’s research. Unlike Isadora she had the keeper's research. She also had such an intelligent man who had working theories. 

Trying to recall the work he’d written out on one of the chalk boards, she tried to remember the way he had theorized perhaps using ancient magic instead of normal magic with a healing spell could cleanse the magic so to speak. Now was as good as any time to try such a theory out. 

Stepping out from behind a rock she’d used for cover she used one of the healing spells on a sliver of the magic swirling around her, watching in awe as it turned blue again, the pain quickly moving towards ranrok as he absorbed purely the pain and yelled out angrily, “your pitiful magic is no match for mine, child!”

Then she found herself lying face down in the stone a few feet away. Her head throbbing at the aggressive contact she’d made when he’d flung her through the air once more. She would be surprised if her skin wasn’t one large bruise at this point. The speed to which he retaliated by blasting her had been too quick to process but as she laid there trying to get up again she smiled as she realized that now she had a decent game plan.  Sebastian Sallow was a genius and if she lived long enough to see him again she would delight in telling him so.

[mattmurdocksscars]

i put #mattmurdock idk why tumblr removed it😭

I got you fam. Tumblr is dumb sometimes.

"Breathe through your nose."

Warnings: inexperienced Reader, male receiving oral

Before you met Matt, you hadn't been very sexually active. You didn't have a long line of ex partners. Only one or two and very plain. Meeting Matt and subsequently dating him changed all that.

Not to say Matt was some sort of sex fiend. But he clearly had more experience than you and you didn't mind him teaching you new things. Not. At. All.

Especially since they were usually very pleasurable for you. The things that man can do with his tongue? There's certainly nothing holy about it.

But this time, you wanted to do something for him. Something you'd read about and had tried only a handful of times. Simply put, you wanted to suck his dick. You knew how pleasurable that could be for men and you wanted to give that to him. Matt worked so hard to take care of you, you wanted to reverse the positions for once.

So, you'd tentatively asked him to teach you. At first, he'd been a little concerned.

"You're only doing this because you want to, right? No one's made you feel like you have to?"

You'd reassured him that this was simply you wanting to please him. And that had lit his face up.

"Well, of you're sure, sweetheart..."

All of this lead to your current position. Matt was laid out on the bed and you were sprawled between his legs. He'd insisted on starting this way so that you could move at your own pace. You were getting better at sucking him off, but you wanted to take him deeper. But everytime you tried, you gagged.

"Easy, sweetheart. Don't push yourself too hard." Matt moaned. You pulled off to look up at him, replacing your mouth with your hand so he could continue having stimulation.

"But I want to take you deeper. I want to take all of you." Matt's hips bucked up into your hands at your words and he hissed.

"We don't- don't have to do everything in one night, sweetheart. We've got plenty of time." You pouted and dropped your mouth back to his cock. You took the tip in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it, just like he taught you. Matt's hips jerked again and he threw his head back.

"But I want to, Matty. Help me? Please?" He was helpless to your pleas and gave in, letting his hands come up and cup your head.

"I'm going to help guide you, okay? But you can pull off at any point." You nodded vigorously and took the tip of his cock into your mouth again. True to his word, Matt helped guide you until you got to the point where you gagged.

"Breathe through your nose, sweetheart. There you go. Fuck, you feel so good." Matt moaned his praise as you were finally able to take him deeper, nuzzling your nose into the curls at the base of his cock. Your victory was short lived, however, because Matt suddenly pulled you off him. Before you could even ask, he moaned and arched, cumming hard against his abs.

"Didn't- Didn't know if you'd want me to cum in your mouth and didn't have time to warn you. Sorry, sweetheart." Matt panted. You smiled sweetly at him and Matt moaned again as you scooped up some of his cum and put it in your mouth.

"That's sweet of you... and for the record, I swallow."

Matt wondered if he'd died and gone to heaven. That was the only explanation for how he'd ended up with someone like you.

Before you could do anything else, Matt flipped the two of you. He pinned you easily and smiled ferally.

"My turn."

[blue-aconite]

let me drown || chapter I - bradley’s summer part I

Summary: Bradley has many regrets. A whole lifetime of them. His biggest? Losing her. Watching someone else pick of the pieces of what he broke kills him inside and Bradley doesn’t want to let go of the past. No matter how much the past tries to slip through his fingers.

Warnings: Swearing, jealousy

Word Count: 3.8k

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x OC

Authors Note: Minors DNI. Each chapter will be labelled with warnings individually. Rating will go up as we get further into this fic. We’re in for a wild ride fam! Enjoy!

Thank you to my amazing betas @writercole and @imjess-themess!

Virginia, Oceana Naval Air Station, Summer 2018

The common room was quiet, which is a nice change of pace. Usually, this place was full of life, the noise was ever-ending and so loud he couldn’t hear his own thoughts. Bradley tipped his head back, dropping his shoulders and letting out a deep breath. It was quiet now, letting his mind run wild. He almost wished it didn’t.

“If you don’t stop moping soon, I’ll lock you in a closet,” Athena mocked as she shoved at his legs, taking their place on the couch. She stretched out her own legs over his, the heel of her foot dangerously close to his crotch. 

“Thena…” He warned. They had played this game long enough for him to know what she was after. But he wasn’t in the mood. She only smirked, tracing the muscle of his thigh with her sock-clad foot, ignoring his warning. 

“C’mon Bradshaw. It would improve the sour mood you’ve been sporting all day. We both know where we’ll end up anyway.” Tangled between the sheets was left unsaid.

Normally, he would be dragging her off the moment she came onto him but today was different. He just wanted to be left alone. “I’m good. Not really in the mood.”

Six weeks after he got stationed at Oceana, the air boss had called Bradley into his office and told him he would be flying a two-seater for the duration of his assignment. He needed the experience, Admiral Tate had told him, leaving no room for arguing. 

And that’s how he ended up with Joanna ‘Athena’ Simons as his backseater. She was quick on her feet, always two steps ahead and a smart mouth to put people in their place. Whoever said that women didn’t belong in the Navy had never met Athena. 

They were good together. Like two peas in a pod. Bradley thought that flying with a backseater would be a hindrance but Athena quickly proved him wrong. They became fast friends and it didn’t take long until Bradley found himself in bed with her. Neither wanted more, both happy with the physical side of things. It was the perfect agreement. 

Her foot moved sideways and interrupted his train of thought. Bradley sat up, shoving her feet from his lap. “Not now. I’m not in the mood,” he snarled, getting to his feet. Athena held up her hands, eyebrows rising.

“Easy. I was just -”

“I know what you were doing, Thena. I’m tired, so just stop.” Bradley stepped around the couch, leaving Athena behind with a bewildered look on her face. He took a deep breath once he got outside, one hand coming up to rub at his temples. A movement to his right caught his attention as he spied Bob Floyd.

Desperate for a distraction that wasn’t Athena, Bradley jogged over to where Bob was heading.

“Floyd, hey! You’re leaving? Hot date?” Bradley joked as he caught up to Bob. He wasn’t wearing his uniform, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, leading Bradley to believe he had other plans than hanging out in the common room tonight. 

Bob rolled his eyes as they passed the gates, heading towards the parking lot. “I’m meeting my sister. She just moved here. We’re grabbing dinner.” Floyd fished the car keys out of his pocket, stopping at a black truck. Bob doesn’t strike him as a truck guy. Bradley told him as much.

“Looks can be deceiving Bradshaw. Do you want to join us? Thea won’t mind.” A night out does sound good and especially after today. 

Bradley smiles broadly, rounding the truck and pulling the passenger door open. “If neither of you mind. Today’s the last day I want to be stuck on base.”

Bob asks no questions, just pulls out of the parking lot and starts to drive. This is what Bradley likes about Bob Floyd. He’s quiet, calm and doesn’t pry. He’s a good friend. 

Bradley would like to think they’re friends. They get along, they hang out sometimes and Bob is one hell of a WSO. Athena almost had an aneurysm when she found out Robert Floyd was being stationed at Oceana, in their squad. 

Bob hummed along to the radio, never taking his eyes off the road. “If you want to talk about it, feel free.” 

He doesn’t know if he wants to talk about it. He doesn’t know what to say. 

It’s Maverick’s birthday. Bradley keeps the date marked in each calendar he buys. It’s been years since they’ve talked but every time he gets a new calendar, he marks today’s date. 

Anger fills him as he thinks about the man that stepped in after Nick died. Who spent countless hours telling him stories about his dad, what kind of man he was. Who popped in and out of his life, between assignments and missions. Even though Maverick wasn’t always there, he was there when Bradley needed him. Until he wasn’t. 

Bradley has tried to hate Maverick. Most days he succeeded. On most days, he blamed the man for everything that had gone wrong in his life. His father’s death, his mother’s grief, pulling his papers. It was all Maverick’s fault. 

But today, just today, Bradley can’t find it in him to hate. He would never say it out loud, but he misses Maverick today. Just today. Tomorrow he can go back to hating him. 

Bradley realised he never answered Bob, who is still humming. “I don’t even know what to say. Thanks for offering though,” The bespeckled aviator hums in response, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. “I’ll let you know if I change my mind.” 

Bob turns left without warning and pulls up in front of a small restaurant. He turns to Bradley, shifting in his seat. “Word of advice. My sister likes to pick people apart. She’s good at reading them. It’s in no way mean, she just likes to know. So if I were you, and didn’t want to talk about it, I’d try to tone down the sullen mood. She’ll notice. She always does.”

Maybe tagging along wasn’t a good idea. Bradley doesn’t feel like being picked apart right now. He’s being held together with tape and glue and the last thing he needs is someone to point out his flaws. 

His feet are moving before his brain catches up and suddenly they're inside and Bob is being engulfed in a hug by the most beautiful girl Bradley has ever seen. 

He’s standing frozen near the door, watching as the Floyd siblings part. Bob is smiling widely, brushing the hair from his sister’s face, such a gentle action it makes Bradley’s heart hurt. In one movement he can see the affection, the love between them.

“.. and this is Rooster. I hope you don’t mind that I invited him.” They’re suddenly in front of him and the greeting gets caught in his throat.

She’s stunning. Radiant even. She’s the light at the end of the dark tunnel he can’t escape. She has her brother’s eyes but unlike Bob’s, hers takes his breath away. So blue he could drown in them, over and over. 

She’s taking his hand, shaking it softly. “Nice to meet you. Do you have a real name or am I gonna have to stick to Rooster?” She’s smiling up at him, her hand soft in his and he can’t help but to shudder at her touch.

Remembering that she asked a question, he coughs awkwardly. “Uh, Bradley. But Rooster works too. Whatever you prefer.” 

“Bradley it is. Name’s Thea, I’m Bob’s sister. If he didn’t tell you that. And no, big brother, I don’t mind. The more the merrier.” Thea let go of his hand and he immediately missed the warmth of her touch. 

She’s smiling widely at him and Bradley feels the quick thuds of his heart against his rib cage. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Bob observing them with a critical look. 

He clears his throat, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “He did tell me he was meeting you but not your name. It’s.. pretty. Suits you.” It isn’t the smoothest he’s ever been but Thea blushes, mouth curling upward in a bashful smile. 

“Should we grab a table? I’m starving.” Bob diffuses the moment, reaching out to grab his sister’s hand, not waiting for Bradley before he starts towards the dining area. 

They sit down and he can feel her observing him, watching him carefully. She’s a lot like her brother except she likes to talk. A lot more. 

“So, what made you ditch your normal nighttime routine to hang out with my big bro here?” Bob is poking her side when she asks, telling her to shut up. “Don’t mind her, she’s just nosy.” 

“Bob! I’m just trying to get to know him. You don’t mind, do you Bradley?” How can he say no to her? 

Weirdly enough, he wants to tell her. He wants to share his thoughts and troubles. Something tells him that she wouldn’t judge him. 

Dinner mainly consists of Bob watching the two of them flirt over steaks. Bradley tries to not come on too strong but every time she smiles at him he wants to reach across the table and kiss her. There’s something so blindingly pure about her. 

At the end of the night, Thea thrusts a small piece of paper in his hand, kisses his cheek and tells him to give her a call. Then she’s gone, climbing into her car and driving off. 

Bob is oddly quiet, more so than usual. They drive in silence back to base. He wants to ask if he’s overstepped, if Bob doesn’t approve but Bradley doesn’t want to answer either. 

There’s a need to know Thea better. To know what makes her smile and laugh, to know what her childhood was like, which side of the bed she preferred and if she liked breakfast for lunch. Bradley wanted to know everything that made Thea the person she was today. 

He opens his mouth but Bob beats him to it. “Listen. My sister is a grown woman. What she does is none of my business. She obviously likes you and you look like you’ve got a full blown crush already. You’re my friend and I trust you with her. But if you hurt her, if you make her anything other than happy, you will have to answer to me. Understood?” 

Bradley can do little other than nod feverishly. He didn’t want to fuck this up before it had even begun. He wanted Thea, and if keeping on Bob’s good side was a point in his favour, he’d do it. 

Floyd clapped  him on the shoulder, shooting  him an uncharacteristic wink and then disappeared behind the corner, leaving Bradley standing in the parking lot. 

Bradley’s steps were light when he headed back to his room, an exciting feeling in his stomach. Behind closed doors he fished  his phone out of his pocket and punched in Thea’s number under a new contact. 

Hi! It’s Bradley. Are you free for dinner on Friday?

Is this your way of asking me on a date?

It can be whatever you want. I just know I want to see you again. 

Pick me up at 7. Wear something pretty ;)

Bradley hasn’t smiled this much in a long time. He tossed the phone onto his bed and pulled his shirt over his head before heading into the bathroom. He looked  lighter, happier and downright giddy when he passed the bathroom mirror. The smile didn’t  leave him, even when he got  shampoo in his eyes and swore so much his mother would have whacked him over the head. 

The smile disappeared as soon as he made it back into the  bedroom and found Athena lounging on his bed. She was clad in nothing but one of his T-shirts and a pair of boy shorts. 

“I was tempted to join you in there, but the pissy mood from before figured I’d do best staying out here. An apology would be nice, by the way.” She doesn’t take her eyes off the phone while she speaks. 

Bradley bristled. “An apology for what? And is that my phone? Give it here!” He snatched the device out of her hands, swatting her away when she reached for his towel. “Fuck, Athena. Just stop. What’s your fucking problem?” 

“My problem? You being a dick, obviously. And who is Thea, hm? Am I invited this Friday?” She left  the confines of his bedding, poking a finger in the middle of his chest. She let it linger for a while but Bradley stepped  away, happy mood washed away by her presence. 

Athena seemed to get the hint and stayed put, a pout in place on her sun kissed face. Her freckles were  quite prominent in this light and just for a moment he remembered  all the times he spent kissing her other freckles. Then Thea’s face showed  up in his mind and it’s like Athena never has existed for him.

“Look, I’m sorry about before but I wasn’t in the mood. That hasn’t changed.” Bradley shouldn’t apologise, he knew  that but it might placate her enough for the conversation about to happen. 

He just hoped  it won’t mess with their job. “Listen. This was just physical,” he pointed  between the two of them, “and now… fuck. Listen, you’re great. And I like you, you know that. But I can’t keep this up.” 

She stared him down, the same way she stares down men trying to put her into place. Athena has never looked at him like that, never once. She swallowed  audibly once, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Are you breaking up with me, Bradshaw?” She jabs, mock hurt on her face. It’s just a joke to her. Bradley feels a little better knowing this won’t cost her any sleep. 

Snorting, he settles on the chair. “Fuck off. You know what I mean. Is this going to be a problem?” 

She laughs, all traces of annoyance gone from her face. She’s Thena again, his friend, confidant and partner in crime. “Don’t worry your little head Bradshaw. We’re good. This was just a little bit of fun.” 

He can suddenly breathe better, the pit in his stomach has vanished . A smile is all he can muster, hoping it will convey everything he can’t say. 

“Do I at least get to meet her? She must be something special if you’re willing to throw this away.” Thena gestured to her body, a pleased smirk plastered across her face. 

“I haven’t even taken her on a date yet. I don’t know if she wants me like that. I just know she’s worth it, whatever it is.” He’s glad Athena is his friend, that he can share and not be judged. 

“God you’re whipped after meeting her one time. She must be a fucking unicorn. Well, I’m happy for you. See you in the skies, Rooster.” They parted  ways with their usual phrase, pressing a kiss to his head as she walked by. 

Feeling content with how everything has been handled, Bradley heads for bed and turns out the lights. 

He and Athena are good, he’s got a date with Thea and Bob gave his approval and permission. Bradley was feeling a lot better now than he did this morning. 

His phone lit up with a notification and his heart dropped into his stomach. It’s a calendar reminder, a picture of him and Maverick. Bradley was barely ten in the photo, sitting on Pete’s shoulders, both smiling widely at Carole behind the camera. 

Reminder: Maverick’s Birthday

He could easily stop torturing himself and not set a reminder but over the years he’s discovered that he likes the pain. 

Another notification pops up, this time from Athena. It’s a goodnight text and a picture of a shirtless guy with the text ‘you wish you were this hot’. 

Bradley recognises the guy as Hangman, Athena’s cousin and also a naval aviator. He’s currently stationed in Lemoore, if Bradley remembered correctly. They’d met once or twice and Bradley couldn’t stand the guy. Rude, arrogant and a walking red flag, he had begged Athena not to make him like her cousin. 

Bradley sends a fuck you back and almost calls her when Thea’s name appears on the screen. 

Can we reschedule for 8 instead of 7? Something came up! 

No problem! Can’t wait! 

Great! Thank you! Goodnight Bradley.

Goodnight Thea. Sweet dreams. 

He then put the phone on silent, puffing his pillow before getting comfortable. 

He thought of that way Thea smiled at him, how her hand felt in his and her lips on his cheek as he closed his eyes. 

“Stop being so nervous. What’s wrong with you? It’s just a date.” 

“It’s not just a date, Thena, it’s the date. I cannot screw this up. It might be the most important date I’ve ever been on.” 

Athena was once again lounging on his bed, trying to be helpful but failing spectacularly. All she did was stress him out even more. Bradley’s palms were sweaty and he was pretty sure he’s sweating through his T-shirt. His throat was dry and he reached out with shaking hands for the bottle of water on the windowsill. 

Thena laughed at him, rolling her eyes. “You’re acting like you’re taking the freaking President out. It’s just a girl. Now, change your shirt so you don’t stink up the car and get going. Or you’re going to be late.” 

Bradley refrained from sniping back that Thea isn’t just some girl, but he also didn’t have it in him to argue. To be honest, he hadn’t wanted her help from the beginning, but she showed up and he couldn’t say no. 

Even though Athena said it was fine and they were still friends, she acted a bit suspicious around him. She promised she wasn’t mad but her actions said otherwise. They had miscalculated a training session yesterday and she had chewed him out in front of the entire crew, which was very rare. 

Athena ended the session with a hard shove to his chest and muttering ‘figures you’d do this’ under her breath as she left him speechless on the runway. 

He had tried to talk about it with her but she ignored him for the rest of the day. Only when it was almost time for him to leave base to pick up Thea, she showed up at his door with her apologies. He didn’t have time for them. She knew he was leaving and she still tried to stall him. 

“I’m going to be late because of you. You knew I was going out and you still showed up here.” He’s panicking now, tugging the shirt over his head and reaching for a clean one. 

“You could have told me to leave, don’t blame this on me.” Athena bit back, her bad mood from before returning. 

“I’m leaving. Bye Thena.” Bradley was halfway out the door, throwing a sloppy wave her way before jogging to the Bronco. 

Had he looked back, he would have seen the downtrodden look on her face. But he didn’t. All Bradley could think about was Thea and her sweet smile.

He made it to the address Thea had texted him on record time. Pulling the car into park and snatching the flowers from the passenger seat, Bradley almost choked on his own tongue when he spotted Thea. 

She was sitting on the front porch, dressed in a light purple sundress and hair in a messy bun. She was exquisite. Bradley desperately wanted to hold her in his arms and never let go. 

“Hey stranger, are those for me?” Thea reached for the flowers, bringing them up to her face to inhale their sweet fragrance. 

He leaned over to press a kiss to her cheek. “You look stunning. Otherworldly.” The blush on her cheeks amplified his desire and he pinched his own arm to keep his focus. 

“Aren’t you charming? How did you know my favourite flowers?” 

“Lucky guess.” She raised an eyebrow. 

“Fine. I asked Bob.” Thea laughed and returned the favour of a kiss pressed to his cheek. “Let me get these in water and we can leave.”

Bradley had never been the guy feeling awestruck by something so simple as a kiss on the cheek. But he found himself touching the spot where her lips had graced his skin as he watched her walk back inside the house. His skin burned from her touch and a tingling sensation spread throughout his body. 

Thea returned to his side and he made sure to open the door for her. His mother didn’t raise a heathen. He could be a gentleman. 

“So, we’re are we going?” She nervously fiddling with her hands in her lap as he leaves her neighbourhood. 

It’s endearing and he hesitantly reached over to intertwine his fingers with hers, keeping the other hand steady on the wheel.

“It’s a surprise. But you’ll like it, I promise. Do you trust me?” He did ask Bob for her favourite food and activities while planning. He planned the make this the perfect date. 

“I do trust you Bradley. I’m just not fond of surprises.” She’s blushing again and Bradley wants to spend his life making her blush. The colour on her cheeks was intoxicating. 

He pulls up outside a cosy little Mediterranean restaurant, reluctantly letting go of her hand in favour of sprinting around the car to help her outside. 

She links her arm through his, eyes sparkling as she takes in their destination. 

“Let me guess, you asked Bob?” She laughs, reaching up to smooth out a wayward curl on his head. 

“Guilty. But it doesn't matter as long as you like it. Do you?” 

“I love it.” 

Bradley can’t help himself. She’s on his arm, looking up at him with the bluest eyes he’s ever seen. They’re beautiful. She’s beautiful. He needs to know what she tastes like. 

He moves slowly, giving her the chance to pull away. But Thea only leans into him and Bradley closes the distance between them. 

Kissing Thea is like a fresh breath of air. It’s like he’s been drowning his entire life and she’s what it’s like coming up for air. His entire body is on fire, every nerve in his system thrumming with excitement. 

He could spend the rest of his life kissing her. She smiled into the kiss, hand curling around the back of his neck. 

“We should head inside. I got us a reservation.” He whispered against her lips. They hesitated to  part from one another, lips hovering close together but not quite touching. 

“Lead the way.”

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yoooo, broken telephone got me fucked up holy shit. fwb + pining is one of my favorite guilty pleasure tropes ngl, and the way you write their character interaction is painfully beautiful, absolutely sublime. i hope everything's good w you & your fam, nd i'd love to read more, (of course no pressure tho).

Broken Telephone II

TW: 18+ | minors, please dni <3 | Angst | Smut | Vaginal Fingering (r! giving) | Strong Language | Degradation Kink | Sadism | Bottom!Carol Danvers | Top!Reader | Severe Overstimulation | Use of Safeword | Oral Sex (r! giving) | FWB Trope | GN!Reader | No pronouns used for reader | Reader is kind of... loopy? | NO happy ending | No aftercare | Use of Y/N |

Read Part I -> HERE

Wordcount: 1.7k

WARNING: I kinda went the crazy route with this one 😊

You awoke to the rhythmic rain pattering against the floor-to-ceiling window beside your bedpost. The familiar sound of snoring that you had grown to take an unusual comfort in sounding soft beside the water droplets hitting the glass. 

Your head swirled with vague memories of the night before, the thought of what an anxious, emotional wreck you had been making your stomach churn. That, along with the soreness that seemed to spread to a new place with your every breath–  fought inccessantly to keep you conscious despite your many efforts to roll over and drift back asleep. 

You decided you’d make your usual french exit, peeling back the duvet you had convinced yourself many others had slept beneath, you quickly slipped from the bed you deemed suspiciously comfortable. 

You took a moment to admire the different coloured bruises and bitemarks littered across your skin, examining the shared scars and scratches spread across Carol’s back next. 

Quietly, you burrowed through the wistful collage of discarded clothing spread untidily across the carpeted floor, hissing at the stubbing of your toe against the bed’s wooden leg. The action does lead to you finding your misplaced underwear, though. They lie a bit beneath the bed beside a lone sock, and as you finally tear your gaze from your task of silently shuffling your panties up your legs, your mouth drops in horror as you meet the smirking Avenger’s gaze. 

“Don’t let me stop you.” She chuckles in a groggy morning voice that makes your insides flutter. 

She smirks as if your scrambling to leave undetected is the funniest thing in the world, eyeing your half-naked form with amusement and lust. 

“Got someplace to be?” Grinning, she peels back the duvet, revealing her own naked body. Instinctively, you turn your head in the opposite direction– although you’ve seen her like this more times than you cared to count. 

Ignoring your reaction, she slips from the sheets- moving closer to you as she ties her hair back into a low ponytail. You draw your gaze to your own feet, too embarrassed and emotional to stress the fact that you’re standing topless in front of the woman who you’d just recently decided that you hated. 

“You alright?” She asks, expression softening at the realization that you weren’t reciprocating her humour. 

You hesitate for a moment, briefly considering the bizarre idea of confessing your feelings for her right then and there. Breaking down, burrowing your tear-streaked face into her bare chest, telling her how much you needed her, how each night you two had spent together meant more than you could even put into words. But you quickly came to your senses once her warm touch causes you to remember that touching is the only thing she cares for from you. 

“You seem…” She scans your face, lips slightly parted as she searches for the right words. 

“I’m alright. Just a bit out of it, maybe still a tad asleep.” You lied, rubbing the non-existent sleep from your eyes for extra effect and half-smiling. 

“Well, then. How about I wake you up?” The words are whispered softly into your skin, and you’re not sure if the sense of relief you feel is thanks to her believing your bold-faced lie or the soft lips that you adored pressing delicately to your shoulder blade.

She doesn’t wait for a response. Instead, she moves behind you and slides the panties you had worked so hard to get on down your legs with ease. 

“Carol,” You groan, grabbing for her hand that now trailed slowly between your thighs. 

“Do you want me to stop?” Her head is quickly withdrawn from the crook of your neck, hand moving just as fast from your cunt. 

“No, no. Just-” Stammering, you turn to look her in the eye, sure to return the lustful gaze she was just giving you. 

“Come.” You order, gripping her wrist and pulling her into the untidy restroom. Relying on your impulsive thoughts and the random wave of adrenaline that had just washed over you, you push her hard against the shower door, drowning her in a passionate kiss before she can return the favor in a fight for dominance you knew you’d lose. 

You kissed her as if your life depended on it. Like oxygen was more a want than a necessity. Like, somehow, if you mashed your lips together hard enough, if you held her close enough, she’d feel the same way about you that you did her. Like maybe, just maybe, if you fucked her good enough, she’d begin to confuse her arousal and satisfaction with infatuation. 

Mistake lust for love. 

Just as you feared you might’ve.

She hums in pleasure as you grope her breasts, opening the clear shower door and roughly shoving her into the empty shower room. You barely give her enough time to flick the shower water to life before you’ve captured her lips in another bruising kiss. 

Her eyes shoot open with shock as she gasps for air in between kisses, you do the same- slowly dropping to your knees before her and looping each of your arms about her wet thighs. Moaning at the taste of her on your tongue, delving into her folds before she’s gotten the chance to spread her legs even a bit for you.

Lapping furiously at ther clit before taking the entirety of it into your mouth, sucking brutally on the throbbing bundle of nerves before lifting your gaze to meet hers. 

She wore the same shocked expression for all of 10 seconds before it quickly morphed into bliss. You eyed her hungrily, raking your sharp nails down the back of her thighs and drawing an aggrieved grunt from her pretty mouth.

You were getting rougher– taking your anger out on every patch of skin you could reach in her body. You began to draw blood from the flushed skin on her thighs as you furiously lapped at the folds of her cunt. Carol grabbed a tense hold of your hair, subtly pulling you away from her as you continued to ignore her moans of a delicious mix of pain and plesure.

One finger slips from her right thigh, teasing her sloppy, wet hole and occasionly bumping into your chin which was violently rubbing against her core. 

“Y/n, yes, please. Fuck,” You’d never heard her beg before, she never once said the word “please” to you- even in casual conversation. The desperation that lingered in her brown eyes as she peered down at you was all the reason you needed to give her exactly what she unabashedly begged for. Moaning at the clearly-satisfied reaction you get once you finally push a finger into her cunt, you’re far from hesitant to add a second. She gasps in pleasure as her nails lightly scratch your scalp through the strong grip she’s taken on your hair. 

Her moans rise into the steamy air as you thrust and curl your fingers. Lightly teasing her clit with your tongue through puckered lips. 

“Y/n, more, please! I’m so close, fuck!” She cries out into the air. 

What if you’re confusing your teammates just as much as you’re confusing yourself? What if it doesn’t work? What if she truly doesn’t love you and no amount of astounding intercourse will change that? 

What if– 

Pushing the thought aside, you obey immediately, pushing a third finger into the already-spasming superheroine above you and quickeing the laps ofyour tongue against her slick heat. 

She comes undone with a screech of your name poorly muffled by her own palm. 

You contine to fuck her into the wall, pace speeding up as she sobs for you to slow down. Hearing her beg for you had you feeling like a man starved of sound, hearing a seraphic melody drift through the air for the first time. 

It was almost sadistic, the way you revelled in her pain, her begging of your leniency, your mercy. 

You wanted to make her feel the way she made you. Hurt. 

You wanted to fuck her so good that she’d be physically and mentally unble to leave your side, to turn your amorous proposal down. 

Her pleas soon fell on deaf ears as your indefatigable fingers pushed deeper and deeper into her, drawing the… what? 4th orgasm from her? You sure as fuck weren’t counting as you sobbed into her warmth. 

The shower water went cold and suddenly all you could hear was “Red, red, red.” in between sobs. Carol jammed her arm against the button, stopping the stream of water as she fell to the ground. (not literally) You both sat in your designated corners of the counterintuitively large shower in silence for a moment. All that could be heard were the soft plops of the remaining water falling from the now-disabled showerhead and your broken cries of “sorry, I’m so sorry”. 

Your tears confused her as she searched your face for an indication as to what the fuck had just happened. 

“I’m sorry.” You croaked. 

“Y/n, it’s alright– you didn’t hurt me, I just had to tap o–” 

Your wet feet slapping against the tiled floor cut her off as you wordlessly walked out of the bathroom and back into her bedroom. 

You pulled your clothes on, the sheet of water and sweat draped across your whole body rendering your flimsy top useless. 

By the time you were heading for the door, Carol was nothing more than a simple blob against the bathroom door through your vision, which was obstructed by tears.

Her touch, her smell, her essence was all over you– and you fought tirelessly to get it off as you waited at the stoplight that seemed to last forever and a day. Slapping at the sleeves of your blouse and wiping the slick from your face with a shaky arm you struggled in the driver’s seat of your car like a wounded and demented wild animal.  The ticking of your left blinker was all you could hear, even after you had switched it off after your wavery turn down the unknown street. You were driving someplace. You didn’t know where– you just knew that it would have to be far enough from fucking Carol Danvers.

Author’s Note

Hi, babies! I'm very sorry if I donked up this series with my peculiarity! I'm Love, if you don't know me-- and this is my formal re-launch into writing after an unfoundedly long hiatus. I've been feeling a little down this month, so my next few fics will be dark and/or angsty. Feel free to request anything you'd like, though! I really do love to hear from you lovelies. <3

Thank you for reading,

Love

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Handful of a Situation_Part 1

A.N:  This is a four-parter with the same artistReader as in the series Once upon a Time which can be found on my Genshin Impact MasterList.  

I feel like you probably need to read the rest of the series to fully enjoy this one.  But there might be explanation you may not get if you haven’t read the rest of the series. So....I’ll just leave it at that. 

P.S: I’m so happy to write a hangout with the Sumeru Fam! 

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Your eyes shifted between your fiancé Alhaitham and the General Mahamatra Cyno. It had been a silent stare down for the last couple of minutes at the city gates, with neither blinking. 

You gave a sigh, before absently looking around. The people milled about coming and going about their business in and out of Sumeru City. 

Something, you felt, you should have been doing: Leaving Sumeru City. 

You were ready to leave for Gandharva Ville, where you would spend a week with Tighnari and Collei. Cyno was escorting you as he had some business there but would stay overnight before leaving.  Then the plan was he would be back on the morning of your departure to escort you back to Sumeru City. 

You turned back to the boys, “Sooo, are we leaving anytime soon, or should I go back home for the day?” 

Alhaitham folded his arms and gave a silent sigh, “I suppose she'll be alright with the likes of you.” 

“Do not worry, Alhaitham. I will take this job as seriously as I would being General Mahamatra. Your wife to be will arrive safely there and back, you have my word.” 

Alhaitham gave a nod before his eyes passed over towards you. Your gaze dropped from his once. It wasn’t long before the two of you were to be married but hearing someone else refer to you as such, made you warm inside. 

“Besides….” added Cyno, “If anything would to happen, not only would you have my head, both Tighnari and Collei would as well. I operate better if I can retain said head.”  

The current Acting Grand Sage gave a single nod with a roll of his eyes, “Indeed. And you can add Kaveh, to that list as well, unfortunately.” 

You giggled. Kaveh had fairly lectured you on staying safe the other day, claiming he could not leave this solely “in this lug’s hands.”  

Alhaitham had just stared at him before replying, “Need I remind you who she is marrying? Note it's not you.” 

“And that's precisely why I'm worried.” 

Needless to say, that spawned a whole argument. 

Cyno nodded gravely, “Duly noted.” 

With an amused twinkle in your eyes you spoke, “Wow, Cyno be careful, or you might find yourself in a ‘headful’ of a situation.”  

Alhaitham deadpan looked at you as you grinned. Cyno’s mouth quirked, the barest hint of Cyno the Adventurer making an appearance. 

You elbowed both of them, “You get it. Headful. Handful. Cause he'll have many people after his head….Alhaitham, wait!!” 

You laughed and grabbed for Alhaitham, who had wordlessly turned to walk off, allowing Cyno to laugh silently at the joke. 

You tried to look serious, “Alright, I'm sorry!!”  

Alhaitham stared down at you, noting that the longer you tried to look serious the worse you looked, “No, you're not.”   

You nodded contritely, eyes shining regardless, “You're right, I'm not but sorry.” 

In the interim, Cyno had managed to don his perfectly serious mask before Alhaitham looked back at him, “Are you sure you'll be okay with no adult supervision?”  

“What? You offering?” you asked.  

“I would, but as Acting Grand Sage, I'm needed here at the moment.”  

“Yeah, I know. Have fun without me. Now can we go?” Moment was gone and you were ready to go.  

Alhaitham just lifted a hand towards the two of you, which you took as permission. Cyno turned and began walking off with nary a backwards glance. You leaned up at Alhaitham and pursed your lips. Alhaitham sighed. You were in public, but he would allow this. So he quickly dropped a kiss before you smiled and ran off to catch up with Cyno. 

When you were both out of Alhaitham eyesight, Cyno let out a chuckle, “That gave me a great idea….” 

You grinned, “Do tell!!” 

Part 2

[eldritchaccident]

Timing: just after chapter 6, so also April 20th Location: Echo, Ontario Canada Warnings: Parental Death tw (mention) Summary: Teddy meets the fam

Why did this keep happening? 

As consciousness swirled back, heavy and cloudy, singing with pain and ringing in their ears as they flickered between the cold bunker in the mountains and wherever they actually woke up. Tied, sure, but not next to an exceptionally attractive detective who loved to help Teddy get out of tight spots. 

Before they had a minute to take stock of their surroundings and get a good feel for them, the door creaked open. The tattooed hand that entered was familiar enough, one of the men from the first day. Eric, as Ted had learned. Their cousin, a couple times removed. Not part of the main branch family, but still pretty powerful. Those runes etched into his skin lit up whenever he casted. Enhancing, somehow, the already immense magical energy he wielded. Didn’t seem fair that he was also ripped as hell. Built like a lumberjack. And he wasn’t alone. The other one who’d been at the stables entered by his side. They flanked the door on either side and stared Teddy down with a mixture of malice and intrigue. 

“You guys here for the arm wrestling competition?” 

Neither reacted. Teddy opened up to shoot some other irreverent quip but a third figure entered and they ate the words before they could exit their mouth. Ishaan. With all the presence of an oncoming storm, electrifying the room with his dark gaze. 

“So you were the one on the phone, I presume.” His voice was even, low. Gravelly. 

“Yeah, sorry I hung up.” Teddy started, a smirk starting on their lip, trying to keep their spirits high. “It was pretty rude of me, that why you had the goon squad come and kidnap me?” 

“No.” Unamused, Ishaan stepped further into the room. Pacing around the chair, forcing Teddy to strain their neck to watch. “That was more for the trespassing.”  

“Ahh well tha–” A fist (unfortunately gloved) hailed from the opposite direction, cutting Teddy off from whatever they wanted to say. 

“So. How is Lydia?” Their father continued on, unphased by Eric’s action or Teddy’s pain. 

“Dead.” Ted sputtered, spitting a glob of blood on the floor between them and the man. Why were they acting like this? What the hell was going on? 

“Ah. Such a shameful waste. She was such a powerful summoner.” Between the blood pooling over their eye and the wound on the opposite cheek, vision wasn’t exactly clear. But Teddy almost, almost thought they saw something like regret. “Tell me, who’s magic did you inherit?” 

“How do you know I’m magic?”

“Don’t be stupid, boy.” Ishaan nodded towards one of the two guards. The taller one followed through this time. Punching Teddy dead in their ribs. Something cracked beneath the weight of the blow. Teddy gasped, doubled as far over as the bindings would allow. 

“Well– that’s kind of my specialty.” 

“This will go a lot smoother if you just answer truthfully.”

“W-why are you even doing this? If you–” Air seemed in such short supply. Pain hollowed them out and made catching their breath near impossible. “–If you know Lydia, you know who I am. Know I’m Teddy–” 

“Theodore.” Ishaan corrected.

“Teddy.” They snapped back. “But if you know who I am, you know I’m family.” 

“Lydia betrayed this family when she took you.”

“Yeah and then she tried to kill me so she could live forever.” 

Ishaan’s eyes widened slightly. Calculations suddenly washing over his mind as he studied his captive child. “So she was still chasing immortality then?” 

“I– I guess.” Teddy shook their head. Dismayed, disheartened. “I was only five when she–”

“Then how did you survive?” Something in his voice was different. Daresay hopeful. A sliver of something Teddy didn’t expect at all. 

“Maybe I’ll tell you about it over family dinner if you just let me ou–” The momentary lapse in anger from the older man was quickly righted. His nostrils flared and he snapped. The taller guard took action again, Teddy braced for another punch but was greeted with a sharper sensation. The blade slid into Ted’s gut wasn’t normal. Something about it was meant to provoke a reaction. And it did. A sheer wave of energy poured from the wound before it could pierce more than an inch in. Teal light flashed through the room, sending the tall one flying backwards, slamming against the wall in an unfiltered gout of magical energy. It spiked and shattered the light overhead, dimming the room to total darkness. 

“Well.” Interested and yet disappointed at the same time. “So you are connected.” Ishaan stepped over the brute, lifted a hand and illuminated the room with a simple spell. The very same glow that colored all of Teddy’s magic hung in a mote of light above the man’s hand. Hard to stare at, harder still while Teddy panted and bled. Aching to grab onto any one of these assholes and let them have a taste of their own medicine. Something they couldn’t possibly have planned for. 

The raking light showed something else they didn’t understand though. Their father’s expression. Haunting like the photo, but filled with something else. Somewhere between the sweet sighs of repose, and the harrowing halls of miserable grief. 

“Connected?” 

“And still unascended.” 

“What?” 

Ishaan looked down. That sorrowful remorse consuming more of his features even while his shoulders relaxed. “It’s incredible you survived, that you are here, and yet… it’s astounding how little you know.” He walked over, studying their face with an intensity. Teddy looked away. He sighed. 

“It’s a shame. You could have been great.”

Without another word, he left the room. The guards followed. Teddy heard a ringing and felt a surge of energy as something was done to the door, and the whole of the room plunged into pitch black darkness. So stark that Ted couldn’t even see the blood welling in the chair from their weeping open wound. 

Even without another blow to the head, they passed out. Those five words ringing like an alarm as they drifted away. 

You could have been great. 

[savage-rhi]

⭐️ TELL ME ABOUT EVERYTHING YOU GOT GOING ON WITH WIPS

@seradyn OKAY FAM.

I don't have a whole lot going on because I am dealing with so. much. shit. outside of tumblr so my usual writing flow has been capped. HOWEVER, I do have some snippets I'd love to share (and I can't fucking wait till I have the spoons again and creative juice to work on them further)!

Ardyn x Reader (Chapter 2)

“I’m afraid there has been a change of plans,” Ardyn began. He held up his right hand, catching Y/N just before they were about to protest. “Don’t bother tempting me to redirect the circumstance. I did what I could within my influence.”

“This wasn’t part of our deal,” Y/N protested. They took a step toward him. “How am I supposed to get my affairs in order if I can’t go back to where I once lived?”

“Now, now, there’s no need to get theatrical,” Ardyn waved off Y/N’s concerns with his left hand. His smile seemed to grow while his gaze hardened. Purposefully sending mixed messages to Y/N regarding his emotional state.

“I am a man of my word: you will get your chance to sort through whatever is left of your old life.”

Y/N let out a sigh of relief, closing their eyes momentarily. “So what’s the new plan?”

“I thought you wouldn’t ask,” Ardyn chuckled. “There’s a port on our detour. I can drop you off there. I estimate from the port to Galdin Quay will take a half-day walk. You may arrive sooner if you can achieve another mode of transportation, and not tip anybody off that you’re infected.”

“You’re not going to drop me off at the Quay yourself?”

“I’m afraid not,” Ardyn sighed.

“You’re taking the risk of letting your goods fall into the wrong hands, I hope you’re aware.”

“I’m well aware,” Ardyn’s left eye twitched at Y/N’s remark. “I have good faith you wouldn’t let such an event transpire. It’s essential I stay out of sight and therefore out of mind for the rest of my stay in Lucis.”

“How do you know I won’t just take off, and go back on our deal?”

“Nothing outruns me. Besides,” Ardyn stepped forward, grabbing a hold of Y/N’s chin. The sudden touch caused them to gasp, and on instinct Ardyn’s grip tightened to further emphasize his point. “I trust you wouldn’t be so foolish to test my patience. After all, you of all people know what I am capable of.”

Y/N couldn’t argue with him there. Not when their mind flashed with a memory of the night the MedZin facility had been destroyed. Head to toe, Ardyn was covered in blood and bile. He lingered over a corpse, flayed beyond recognition. The ink-like black in his eyes, contrasting with his honey irises looked like dying embers: clutching onto whatever life was left by consuming all around it to keep the flame lit.

Y/N knew they would die by Ardyn’s hand, but not like that. Anything, but that.

ANNNDDDDDDDD A BONUS! ╰(*°▽°*)╯

A little snippet of a chapter to my fic that's been hiatus! (Resident Evil 8, Karl Heisenberg x Sonja Ainsley oc)

The Sacrifice (Chapter TBD)

Karl's head was swimming with confusion. While his body began to rise back into consciousness, he felt a powerful wave of dread fall upon his nerves. He knew instinctively that something was wrong, but his memory was a fog. A groan parted from his chapped lips. The blow to his head continued to radiate with an imperfect pulse. Someone had jumped him, but no particular names came to mind.

That's when he felt something grabbing at his leg, dragging him against the dungeon floor.

Karl shot up fully. His right hand extended and grabbed onto the intruder. Teeth bared and his eyes aflame with rage, he stared at Moreau with fatigued contempt.

The fleshly blob of a man stumbled backward, but never fell over due to Karl's grip. Whimpers began to leave Moreau's wet mouth as Karl's nails became sickle like claws. It was only a matter of time before he'd draw blood.

"You idiot," Karl growled. His eyes sized up his counterpart, breathing heavily while adrenaline began to course through his inflamed body. "What are you doing?"

"Brother...I save you. I get you out of here, before sister hurts you." Moreau said in between sobs. "Please...don't be mad."

Karl's head began to feel heavy. He let go of Moreau and slouched to his right. His left hand reached for the back of his neck. Dried blood was caked on his skin. Karl swallowed, wondering how long he had been in the dark.

"Codrina," Karl murmured to himself. He closed his eyes, trying to retract his steps while taking in deep breaths. "I was--heading to Codrina and---damn it."

"Karl..." Moreau swallowed. "Karl...I--we should go."

"Shut up. Let me think." Karl protested.

"Karl no...not safe...not safe for you or anybody. Karl please...we leave. Karl...Karl...don't run away. Mother will forgive. Mother will forgive if you tell her the truth. Karl...come on. Forget everyone. Let's go."

Karl may not have had the full picture of how he got from point a to point b, but he understood one thing from Moreau's babbling: Sonja was in danger, and somehow, it was his doing. In the back of his skull, Karl could hear the faint dark chuckles of Alcina, right before he had blacked out.

The fear from the trace memory split apart Karl's composure. Despite the agony his body felt, he launched himself like a feral beast at Moreau. His claws dug into the shoulders of his kin, drawing streams of blood and other fluids as he pinned him to the floor and bellowed right in his face.

"What have you done?! What have you done?!" Karl's eyes were filled with venomous rage. "Answer me you sniveling sack of shit! What have they done to her!?"

That's all for now :D

[houseofpendragons]

Thoughts on Teen Wolf the Movie while watching it pt.4

Not Eli just crouching in the corner

"Remember Simba" 🦁

Damn imagine that's how Derek introduced Eli to the pack💀 took him to the look out place/point? and held him up like Simba but he's a little wolf pup🐺 "and all the dragons roared as one" (srry I've been watching alot of Hotd)

Really fucked up of you to have Derek stabbed like that infront of his son who has no way of knowing his dad's not actually dead

Why'd they fall down the stairs?

nah grl ur fam got themselves killed

How poetic of Nogi 📜✒

"I can do this" or not

I stand by the idea that the only reason Eli didn't pass out was bc there wasn't a mirror around 😂

Poor Malia, she obviously cares about Eli very much

Oh, so we just out here stabbing ourselves now? Interesting development in our tale

Also that's the rock I'm talking about, the one where Derek could've brought baby Eli😂

"Can't we just call Stiles?" Is what he was going to stay

why is Jackson eating in every scene😂

...

....

🎶walk him like a dog, sis, walk him like a dog🎶

Second hand embarrassment 😳 Peter why they got you on the floor like that😭💀

I'm weak. Yes, Peter we can see the blood 5 feet infront of you, and you would've seen it too if you had been STANDING

What happend to that scene where Peter was reprimanding Malia "can you at least try to behave more human" We just throwing that out the window😭

Okay I'm done now, I swear

Jackson amd Malia both not understanding a word out of Lydia's mouth😂 (bc they were supposed to be the same person)

Anytime Scott opens his mouth Allison like *pokey stab* *pokey stab"

"...the moment you stabbed me" sir you stabbed urself 🤦‍♀️

If its all mountain ash then why could Malia, Parrish, and Jackson all walk on it?

Scott: "You remember" Allison: Bitch *kicks*

Malia and Parrish aren't bad, but one I don't think Malia should be in a relationship and two idk there's no background for it

Ahhh Victoria 😱

She is right, history does have a shit ton of handsome killers. So what have we learned? don't trust pretty people😂

I mean, personally I think Kate deserved it. Plus it's not like she stayed dead, so no harm done🤷‍♀️

Wonder how long Derek's been tryna wake Eli up 🤔

Just an illusion... I'll come back go this plot point later

Ew Scott put that thing away🤢

You know what Allison, if you think he's lying why don't you tell us how you think you died hmmm

Derek still being 🥇 supportive dad for Eli when they're in a hostage situation 💀

Hikari sounds so annoyed at this whole thing, I love her, she just wants to go back to her Ramen restaurant😂

Ain't nobody told Melissa about the devine move last time?

Nah, the other one Parrish 🙄

Boy it's been a recurring thing for years, you've just been too busy in London

Poor Isaac, did he get anything?

um Jackson, and Lydia, and Stiles. We just said his name sweetie

Well shit that's not his problem that you don't remember

"There's no such thing as fate" "There's no such thing as werewolves" why did you do this to me😭😭😭

If your a werewolf hunter shouldn't you know what ur supposed to do to help with wolfsbane

I'd be the same Eli. Gonna get a zillion diseases from his evil nasty ass hand🤮

He's trying, stop shaming him Nogi🙄

oop- Derek said I think the fuck not you trick ass bitch, here me roar

He has bad memories with road flares😬

"Scott you're my brother. So if you're gonna do this...your just going to have to take me with you then" ooooh now I just made myself cry😭😭😭

glowsticks😁

Derek: "Eli, did you see that? Did you see your eyes" Eli: "How the hell am I supposed to see my eyes, they're the things i use to see" 🤣🤣🤣

That is the best line! The best line!🤣

Damn Nogi why you so loud, it's not that deep 😒

That was kinda simple to bring Allison back to less homicidal

Oh we playing chess again, cool. Still don't know how to play😬

Scott got drampled by a herd of deer, Eli got trampled by a heard of hormonal, halfwits (lesser known Peter line) I'll take the deer thanks 👍

"I'm still in love with you" awwww 🥺❤ we know Scott, we know

So how could Jackson able to even touch the mountain ash? Is it bc he's a chimera even though they were supposed to be impossible unless they were genetically altered by the dread doctors?... Jeff explain.

Ow, poor Eli, now he knows the struggle😂

ahahaha Adrian woke up and chose violence lmoa

The main reason this is so funny to me is bc Mr. Harris was always so nice to Jackson wtf happend

How does he know about everyone? Oh well Monroe. But still, I like to believe he was a failed emissary & for people complaining about Harris "being back from the dead" they never actually found his body. I kept waiting for the series to finish that plot line but they never did so I'm pleased that he's the villian (which I predicted he was😁) I'm just confused on his motives and wish they explained it better

How did they ruin your life? And um didn't jennifer choose u herself 🤨 also I seem to remember you saying you helped crazy darach lady so u made ur damn self a loose end🥱

he's right he was in London 🇬🇧

but uh jackson honey, for future reference maybe don't talk when there's a man with a loaded gun, just you know, just in case he decides to shoot u👍

I say we yell fire 🔥

So what's the other layers and their purposes? Is the Nogitsune actually in their layer of the illusion bc remember when Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Kira were in an illusion with the "Nogitsune" but he was just another illusion bc he was really outside w/ Derek and the twins🤔

Poor Derek, hasn't he been through enough, now he's afraid he fucked his son up by protecting him

i will add to this thou, I've seen a few people say that Derek is too much like Clarke Kent and that he would have a completely different parenting style and while I do somewhat agree we have to remember that people tend to act different around their family and especially with their kids than they are with other people. It's also been a lot of years where he has changed alot to fit having to raise a child by himself (who tf is Eli's mom and where is she?; Jeff said he wanted to explore that in another movie) plus he had to change, S2 Derek would be a terrible father and Eli would've been so fucked up

That cute little wave and the smile back 😊

Wish Stiles would've popped up, he could've been in Jackson place being threatened at gun point (it would make more sense bc Harris hated him) he didn't know why Lydia left, and he would've been the one to tell her it was just a dream

Even if it was a premonition (which I don't think it was, I think fear is a powerful thing and it manipulates you and when you've spent your whole teen years like them just constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, well...) you can't outrun fate

They wail in grief 😔

*clink* *falls to the ground with dramatic gasp* 💀

I still wanna know who the hell Greenburg was

Also calling Scott Greenburg still would be like 30...

Yea ur sons on the field 😁👏👏👏

Flashes to when Stiles was scoring all thos goals in season 2 and everyone was cheering for him🥺👏👏👏

"My dad was actually right. I'm actually pretty good" 😎

omg not him forgetting about his currently hostage father😭💀

Wonder how Derek feels listening to all this 😂

well no shit it's not over, did you forget that ur dead ex ain't the problem anymore smh

Pt.4-5

[fandom-strumpet]

My Crazy Life Part 2

Summary: Sherlock and y/n dive more into her past and Sherlock suddenly becomes much more interested in her than before. 

Warning(s): None, angst maybe?

Author’s note: It’s been a wild one, fam. 

Word Count: 1,161

~ The Next Morning ~

You knocked on the door frame to Lestrade’s office and cleared your throat nervously.

“Come in Y/L/N.”

“You wanted to see me sir?”

Yes,” Lestrade looked up from his laptop and leaned back in his chair. “I want you to sit this investigation out.”

“But- why? Sir, if I may ask?”

He leaned forward suddenly, hands on the desk. “Because Sherlock has told me you’re too close to this case, which is why you passed out the other day at the scene. Bloody hell he won’t tell me why you’re too close and I know for a fact you’re so stubborn you won’t tell me why either so I’m sitting you out.”

“But sir that’s not fair!”

Lestrade rubbed his forehead. “No. What’s not fair is one of my officers passing out in the field and withholding information.”

A dark look passed over your face, you understood but it still didn’t seem fair. 

“You’re dismissed.”

You stormed out of the office to unfortunately run into one of the people you deposed most right now. 

“Morning Y/N. Sleep well last night?” Anderson sneered.

“Shut the hell up, Anderson.” 

Sherlock was going to pay for what he did. Not only did he invade your space last night, he over stepped and decided to mess up your work life.

“And where do you think your going?” Anderson retorted.

You turned around while exiting the building, “To your girlfriends house. Oh wait! You don’t have one.”

Anderson glared daggers at you but you were too busy thinking about where you were going to notice.

~ 221B Baker Street ~

“Ms. Hudson, would you make a fresh pot of tea? I believe we’ll be having a visitor this morning.”

Sherlock checked his watch again, this would be about the time you would be clocking in at work. No doubt you would be furious finding out what he had told Lestrade. Sherlock sat back in his chair, leaning his head back and listening for the noises to cue your arrival. Cars rumbling and braking. A car door closes near by. A door knocker sounds, the doer sounding rather impatient. Door slamming shut. Small but angry sounding footsteps coming up the old wooden stairs. The rush of cool air as the door opened to the parlor room. The winded huff of a person who had just rushed up a staircase near his shoulder. Sherlock leaned forward and opened his eyes finding a beautiful pair of eyes angrily staring right back at his. 

“Hello, Y/n. Tea is ready in the kitchen.”

“Tea?! You think I came here for tea?!”

“No.” Sherlock stood abruptly and made his way for the kitchen, “I don’t think you came here for tea but I believe tea would be a comfort for what we are about to discuss.”

You were left with your mouth hanging open, trying to process the reaction. In a flash, he was back, two cups of tea in hand maneuvering you both to the arm chairs sitting across each other. 

“Now, where should we start?”

“I’m sorry?”

“What do you want to tell me first about this mysterious ex-boyfriend of yours? Oh I know- how about,” Sherlock drawled,” a name?”

You took a quick sip of tea and rested ths saucer and cup on your lap.

“His name is Jim.” You took a deep breath in, “We met in-”

“Last name.”

“Uh- what? Oh his last name? His last name…. Um, Moriarty.” You said quietly, looking down into the cup of tea as if it could save you from the following conversation. 

Sherlock visibly stiffened and was quiet for an unusual amount of time. 

“Does anyone on the police force know about your relationship with Moriarty?”

“Oh god no, I’ve never told any of them.”

“Good. Let’s keep it that way. Last thing we need is Lestrade to be treating you like a suspect when you are actually the victim of these crimes. Indirectly speaking of course.” 

You nodded solemnly in agreement.

“Since last night I’ve looked up every possible connection between the murders in the past 6 months. So far, I have found no traceable connection.”

Sherlock got up and rushed to what you assumed was his work table by the mess of it. Speeding back to you, he a large file onto the coffee table with a loud flop. While he situated himself back in his armchair, you cautiously opened the file. 

“What are these?”

“All the murders. Now tell me everything you know about the locations of these murders.”

“What?”

Sherlock rolled his eyes, “I need you to keep up with me Y/N. What do the locations mean to you? Moriarty wouldn’t just leave bodies for you at random places. Every single one of these locations has meaning, now I just need you to tell me what those are.”

You spread out the images and began to scan through them. You felt your gut grow heavy. Sherlock was right, all of these locations had meaning to you. You pushed the first image toward him.

“This is where we first met.”

You continued to push the images toward him listing off their meanings.

“Our first date, our first kiss, where we spent our first christmas stroll together, where we spent our first new years together, where we spent our first valentines together…”

You sat back, having finished pushing the images to him.

“We’ve celebrated more firsts together than this… I’m assuming this means he’ll keep killing until he’s finished reminiscing them all through murder. Why is he doing this?”

“You tell me. Has he given you any letters, or gifts? Any means of communication with you?”

Your mind wandered back to the necklace and you touched your neck subconsciously.

“Yeah…last night. I came home from the hospital and there was a gift on the counter for me. A beautiful jewel necklace…”

“Was there a note with this gift?” 

You furrowed your brows. Did Sherlock sound jealous?

You nodded slowly, “Yeah, it said, ‘Hope you have a happy birthday darling. Miss me? I miss you. Let’s chat soon. -love JM’”

“Lets chat soon..” Muttered Sherlock, leaning back and putting his crossed fingers up to his chin. 

You sat in uncomfortable silence while Sherlock continued to mumble to himself.

“Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“I need you to write down every location that could have significance to Moriarty concerning your relationship. And put them in order of date.”

You nodded quickly, seeing where he was going with this idea. You snatched a piece of paper and pen from the side table and quickly started scribbling. After about 5 minutes you handed the paper to Sherlock.

Sherlock quickly analyzed the list and then stood abruptly, shoving the list in his pocket.

“First things first- lets go to our first location on the list, the London Eye. I’ll text John to meet us there.”

You nodded solemnly and off you two headed- alone- to start an interesting expedition. 

[skylabrea]

Midnight Run Part 3

I'm back on my bullsh*t!! (spoiler alert was never off it to begin with) Gonna see how the fam reacts to finding out Leo snuck out.

Words: 2010

Part 2

~~An Hour Earlier in the Lair~~ 

Something was wrong. One moment Raph was sleeping and the next he was awake with an awful feeling that something wasn’t right. Raph sighed as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. Laying here wasn’t helping, maybe walking around and seeing that everything was ok would help. 

He got up and quietly left his room then started heading towards Splinter’s room. He peeked in and relaxed as he saw his father sleeping under his blankets, his small TV displaying some late night commercials. He quietly shut the door then moved towards the next closest room, Mikey’s room. 

Raph carefully slid open the door and smiled softly. Mikey was sprawled out on his bed with his switch in his hand, the pause menu for Stardew Valley displayed on the screen. Raph quietly walked in and carefully took the switch, turned it off, and plugged it in. He pulled Mikey’s blanket up over Mikey and smiled at his little brother before he quietly left the room. 

Raph moved on to Donnie’s room, after he quickly checked to see if Donnie was in his lab. He felt relieved to see the lab was empty, aside from Shelldon charging by Donnie’s computer. He opened Donnie’s door and covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Donnie was starfishing over his bed, his feet leaning up against the wall and his head slightly hanging off the edge of the bed. Raph walked over and carefully shifted Donnie so he looked more comfortable then tossed a blanket over him. Raph nodded to himself then quietly left Donnie’s room. Just one more to check. 

Raph walked over to Leo’s room and winced at the sheet still hanging in the doorway. He still felt bad about the hole he left when he attacked his little brother. He shouldn’t have lashed out like that, no matter how frustrating Leo was being. Raph sighed softly then carefully moved the curtain and his stomach dropped. Leo wasn’t there. Raph slowly took in a breath then looked around the room. It was definitely empty. 

‘Maybe he’s in the kitchen or the dojo.’ Raph thought nervously. Raph quickly left Leo’s room rushing to the kitchen first. Nothing, the light wasn’t even on. He ran to the dojo next and found the same thing. He quickly checked the bathroom, the TV room, and his room just to make sure. Leo wasn’t anywhere. 

‘Ok, now it’s panic time.’ Raph huffed nervously and started to pace. 

“Ok ok, Leo’s not here so he must have left. Raph can call him, yeah that’ll work,” Raph mumbled to himself. He quickly grabbed his phone from his room and unlocked it. Raph felt his heart drop into his stomach. One missed call from Leo. Raph quickly called Leo back and nervously pressed the phone to his tympanum. It rang all the way to voicemail. 

“Ok so he isn’t answering, uh…” Raph started to pace again before he got an idea. “Donnie! He can track the phone!” Raph ran out of his room and into Donnie’s. He hated that he’d have to wake Donnie up but this was an emergency and Raph was sure Donnie would understand. Raph burst into Donnie’s room and quickly started to shake Donnie’s shoulder. 

“Donnie, Donnie wake up,” Raph said quickly. Donnie groaned, swatting away Raph’s hand. 

“Raph no,” He mumbled. “My alarm hasn’t gone off yet, go away.” 

“Donnie, Leo’s missing.” Donnie’s eyes opened and he quickly sat up. He was wide awake now. 

“What do you mean missing?” Donnie asked lowly. 

“I mean Raph searched the whole lair and tried calling him,” Raph blurted out quickly. “He’s not here and he’s not answering. I have a missed call from him but that was-” Raph looked at his call log and felt the ball in his stomach sink further. “-thirty minutes ago.” Donnie got up and quickly grabbed his wrist tech. He tapped on the screen a bit then frowned. 

“His tracker shows-” Donnie quickly got up and ran out of his room. Raph followed him all the way to Leo’s room and Donnie growled. “He left his tracker! Of course he did. I knew I should have made the tracker an implant.” 

“Donnie, can’t you track his phone?” Raph asked nervously. Donnie blinked then rushed out of the room to his lab, Raph close behind him. 

“I love you so much Raph, you know that.” Donnie booted up his computer. “Ah ha, there he is.” Raph looked at the screen and looked at the blue blinking dot. Leo was in some alleyway close to the docks. 

“Let’s go get him!” Raph picked up Donnie and Donnie jumped as he tried to wiggle out of Raph’s hands. 

“Raph wait I need my stuff!” Donnie shouted. Raph nodded then put Donnie down. Raph took a moment while Donnie got his things to change into his own gear. Donnie put on a battle shell then grabbed his bo staff before quickly heading to the garage, where Raph was waiting for him. Raph started up the tank and a moment later they were speeding through the streets of New York. Donnie had pulled up the live feed of where Leo’s phone was and was staring at it a bit confused. Meanwhile Raph was ranting. 

“He knows the rules, no one goes out alone. And he’s still healing! What was he thinking? He knows better than to pull stunts like this! When we get him, he’s in so much trouble.” Raph continued his tirade as Donnie only half listened to everything he was saying. He was still looking at the blue dot on the screen. 

‘Why wasn’t Leo moving?’ Donnie thought a bit worriedly. Leo could almost never sit still. The only times Leo was ever still was when he was curled up with someone and- Donnie waved that thought from his head, it wouldn’t help to think about that right now. It wasn’t long before they came to the alleyway and Raph quickly got out. Donnie followed along before taking the lead. They walked into an empty alley and Raph looked around a bit nervously. 

“Leo?” He called out. “We know you’re here!” Donnie hummed then stopped as his foot bumped into something, sending it skittering against the pavement. Donnie looked down and froze. Leo’s phone was on the ground in front of him. Leo never would have left his phone, he was almost as attached to it as Donnie was to his tech. Donnie picked it up as Raph walked over to him. 

“Donnie can you see if-” Raph stopped as he looked at the phone in Donnie’s hand. Donnie looked the phone over then cringed as something wet and sticky touched his hand. He looked at where his hand touched the stuff and about gagged. 

“Is that blood?” Raph asked nervously. “Do you think-” 

“I can tell in the tank.” Donnie quickly started to walk back to the tank. They quickly got inside and Donnie quickly put a sample of the blood into a DNA scanner before grabbing wet wipes and cleaning off his hands and Leo’s phone. Curie knows Leo’s phone needed a good disinfecting. By the time Donnie was done the results came up. 

“Ok good news,” Donnie sighed. “It’s not Leo’s blood.” Raph visibly relaxed at that. “Actually based on these results I have a pretty good guess at who’s it is.” 

“Who?” Raph asked curiously. 

“Meat Sweats,” Donnie sighed. “The blood is a fifty percent match for pig’s blood and-” 

“Why is Meat Sweats’ blood in the alley?” Raph asked, interrupting Donnie. 

“Hmmm, that is a good question,” Donnie mumbled. He put Leo’s phone down in the tank before digging around the cabinets and pulling out a spray bottle. He went back to the alleyway, activating his hovershell as Raph followed him out of the tank. Donnie took the spray bottle and started to spray the alley with it. A glowing pale blue trail appeared leaving the alleyway and heading down the street. Donnie started to follow it from the sky while Raph followed from the ground.

“Uh Don, what is that stuff?” Raph asked quietly. 

“Luminol,” Donnie answered as he kept spraying the ground, revealing more of the trail. “It is a water-based solution capable of detecting blood.” 

“O-Oh.” The blood trail went for a few blocks before ending at Meat Sweats’ food truck. Donnie landed by Raph and gripped his bo staff. Raph sighed softly then looked at the truck. 

“Ok, let’s sneak up to the truck and- Donnie!” Donnie was walking over to the truck. He didn’t have time to sneak around, his dumb twin was missing and the only clues they had were Leo’s phone and this stupid pig mutant's blood trail. That was all the evidence Donnie needed before he interrogated the pig. Donnie spun his bo, forming a rocket head at one end and slammed it into the doors of the food truck. The doors crashed open and Meat Sweats yelled in alarm. He was in the middle of wrapping bandages around his arm and bloody towels were laying on the floor of the food truck. 

‘That’s seems like a health violation,’ Donnie thought as Meat Sweats stood up. 

“What the bloody hell are you-” Donnie rushed at the mutant, grabbing the front of his dirty apron, and slamming Meat Sweats into one of the walls. He jabbed the end of his bo staff into Meat Sweats sternum, keeping him pressed against the wall. 

“Where’s my brother?” Donnie growled lowly. Meat Sweats glared back at Donnie. 

“And why should I tell you? All you pesky turtles have done is ruin me plans and gotten in my way so why could I help you?” Donnie glared back and let go of his bo with one hand. He held out his other hand, purple sparks running around his fingers as his markings glowed, and with his ninpo he made a handgun. Donnie pulled the bo from Meat Sweats as he pointed the gun at the pig instead. 

“Normally I like bantering with villains, but I’m not in the mood today. So you’re gonna talk or we’ll see how much damage this thing can do.” Meat Sweats looked at the gun then at Donnie. 

“You’re bluffing.” Donnie moved the gun slightly and pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang and Meat Sweats flinched as a one inch hole was blown into the side of his food truck. Donnie pointed the gun back at Meat Sweats’ face. 

“Not when it comes to my brother,” Donnie growled. 

“You’re mental!” Meat Sweats cried out, pressing back against the wall of his food truck. “I don’t know where the blasted turtle is!” 

“Then what do you know,” Donnie demanded. 

“He was taken by some rabbit fella,” Meat Sweats babbled. “He stabbed me in the arm then ran off with the turtle. That’s all I know!” Donnie glared at the pig making Meat Sweats start to sweat. Then a large hand landed on Donnie’s shoulder. 

“Come on Don,” Raph insisted softly. “He doesn’t have Leo.” Donnie growled lowly before letting the gun fizzle out of his hand. 

“If you’re lying I’ll come back,” Donnie hissed at Meat Sweats. “And Raph won’t be here to stop me.” Meat Sweats quickly nodded. Raph took Donnie’s arm and they quickly left the food truck, disappearing into the shadows and leaving the pig mutant alone in the alley. 

They went back to the tank and Donnie quickly started pulling up the city wide camera system while Raph started the tank and started heading back to the lair. 

“I need my computer to run a more thorough search through the camera feeds to find Leo,” Donnie mumbled, tapping away on his wrist tech. 

“Yeah, and I think we need some backup,” Raph sighed. “The more eyes we have looking the faster we’ll find him.” Donnie nodded. He didn’t want to have to wake up everyone but if it meant finding Leo faster he’d do whatever it takes.

Part 4

[miles2g0]

it’s been a while but i’m wondering if you’d be open to sharing some more details about all birds have talons 2? i’ve been thinking ab this fic for moonths and i find myself coming back to reread it pretty often so i’m very hyped for the sequel!

Yes!

The fic focuses on freshly ex-Talon Jason and Sasha. I got several thousand words in before I realized I was accidentally writing what was essentially a darker, Jason-version of swimming is to drowning as flying is to by TransSilver. >.< Oops.

I haven't yet decided if Sasha is going to be jealous of the fam and trying to keep them away from Jason, or if she's going to try to push him toward them.

Here's a little Sasha-focused snippet. (Please excuse the lack of editing on this one.)

The first time Sasha convinced him to take her out, he didn't bother trying to stay undetected. Sasha needed lessons in stealth, but that would come later.

Jason wasn't following Red Robin this time, but they inevitably crossed paths anyway. When Red Robin spotted the both of them he altered his course and landed at the edge of the rooftop where Jason was teaching Sasha how to handle a grapple.

Sasha bristled when she noticed the boy and stood tense beside Jason. He lay a hand on her shoulder and squeezed in reassurance.

"You have a sidekick," Red Robin said in way of greeting. Not one to mince words, evidently.

"I am not a sidekick," Sasha snapped immediately. "We are partners."

"Right." He turned his attention to Jason. "I wanted to thank you for that save the other night. You saved me from having to sew up a bullet hole in the back of my suit."

Jason almost snorted. Saved Alfred the trouble, maybe. Instead he just nodded in response.

"You don't talk much," Red Robin observed.

"That's because—" Sasha stopped herself and took a peek up at Jason. She had a habit of running her mouth, and she was slowly learning to rein herself in, but of course she couldn't stop herself from jumping to Jason's defense.

Jason looked down at her and shrugged. She knew to keep his most important secret. Beyond that, he didn't care what anyone knew.

"Because?" Tim prompted.

"Because he can't talk. So don't be rude."

Red Robin actually looked surprised for a moment. "Oh." He cocked his head. "But you spoke the other night."

"It hurts him." Which…wasn't technically true. It wasn't a physical pain, really. It was just…conditioning, as sick as it made him feel to admit that. Any time he spoke his brain told him he was doing something very wrong.

Red Robin studied Sasha and Jason found himself beginning to feel defensive.

"You're a Dollotron?"

"No," Jason interjected.