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my-cabbages-gorl · 7 months

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Delicate by @my-cabbages-gorl

Genre: Hurt/comfort, Romance Rating: Teen audiences & up

Some tags: Zukaang, one-shot, aged-up (Aang is 24 & Zuko is 27), just two men in love being messy as hell, fellas is it gay to find solace in the lips of the man who betrayed you and lead you to you your death

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt Broken Moonlight

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The dusty purple curtain of evening settles over the sandstone roofs of Ba Sing Se. From their balcony in the Earth Kingdom palace, the night hums at a placid, noiseless distance. Aang used to dread this yearly week of pacifying nobles and politicians. By the eighth annual summit, after the dam broke and the Firelord now shared his bed, that—along with almost everything else—changed.

By now, the frenzied, diplomatic commotion of the annual Four Nation Summit has become somewhat of a predictable routine. But this year, even in the quiet of the usual sanctuary of their shared chambers at the end of an exhausting day, something ticks uncomfortably behind Aang’s dark grey eyes as they trace the golden alleys, glittering with life, slashing across the night in Ba Sing Se.

Channeling his seismic sense, he notices a stammering hitch in Zuko’s breathing as he enters silently through the heavy stone doors and bends flames alive to light the torches lining the room. Without turning to see whatever practiced, placated expression he wears on his face, Aang can feel there is more than broken moonlight hanging between them.

“You were excellent today, your highness,” he offers over his shoulder with his arms crossed and back still to Zuko. Amusement that usually soothes somehow prickles Zuko uncomfortably.

“As were you, Avatar Aang,” his hot breath and scarred hands closing around him—joining him to watch the distant vibrance humming below the palace in the dark. The severe set in Aang’s shoulder stiffens at Zuko’s touch.

In the last two years of their new relationship, it’s been Aang who finds a stoic and cold Zuko alone in their chambers and works to pry him open, offering his love as a tether to rescue him from the depths of himself. Tonight is different. Zuko tries to remind himself what Aang would say in these moments.

“You seemed distant today. Is everything—are you...” his voice trails off into the deep blue of the night, intertwining with the static buzzing between them.

A steadying breath rakes through Aang as his eyes shift sidelong to take in Zuko’s knit brow. “Yes. I mean, no. It’s... complicated.” his voice shakes in the way it does when he’s pretending that he isn’t about to cry.

“Aang, talk to me.” Zuko’s softness washes over Aang as he steps around him to look up into his eyes. Lavendar moonlight smoothes the exasperated lines of Aang’s face. His palms find Aang’s cheeks—thumbing away the moisture beginning to sting the corner of his eyes.

“I don't know what I can say, Zuko,” his head shaking gently into Zuko’s touch, a gentle sob shuttering his shoulders as his grey meets Zuko's’ gold. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I-,” another shake in his frame lurches him forward and deeper into Zuko’s touch.

“Aang,” there’s a sternness in his gilded eyes, filtering through his whisper, “I love you. I’m here. I can take it, whatever it is.”

“Being here in the Earth Kingdom palace, with you, now,” there’s a hitch in his breath, his words taste strange in his mouth, he’s not sure the rest is worth saying. But he wanted to try, "I was dead, Zuko.”

The truth and darkness of his words slam down over them like a slab of concrete. Every point of contact between their bodies feels like it's frozen, but somehow—burning.

“I hated you so much,” he manages between the gasping, sobbing breaths that are coming now. He slams a fist against Zuko’s chest, but he doesn’t flinch. He just nods, tears forming in his eyes.

“I hated you, Zuko, I hated you,” his cries choke him as Zuko wraps his arms around him, holding him through every wave.

They remain this way for moments that stretch on into minutes. Whispering I’m sorry and I love you like the words to a hauntingly familiar song. Two lovers, alight with the tortured work of forgiveness in the dead of night.

When they pull apart, this time it’s Aang's hands that find Zuko’s jaw and pull his tear-stained face up to his. His eyes taking in the pained set of Zuko’s brow before crushing their lips together—moving his mouth against Zuko’s in a wild, desperate erraticism.

“Aang,” Zuko pants through the thick haze of desire overwhelming him as Aang’s fingers rake through his hair and he feels his hands prying open his robes, “I’m sorry,” his breathing growing heavier with every frantic kiss. “I’m so sorry” The sound of his moans mingling with shame slows the motion in Aang’s body. He pulls his face away, the sight of Zuko’s untied robes, his bright pink lips, and disheveled topknot stabbing him with remorse.

“I- sorry, I shouldn’t have,” his stormy eyes, purple and flush with need in the moonlight, fall towards the ground as his hands slump down to Zuko’s waist.

“It’s okay, Aang,” his fingers finding Aang's, "I’m the one who should be... sorry,” he looks down at their bodies still pressed together. Sorry feels pointless. Sorry will never be enough.

“You've been apologizing for ten years. When will I just,” a breath he didn’t know he was holding puffs through his lips impatiently, “...get over it?” he sounded exhausted.

“No one’s asking you to get over it, Aang,” the silence stretches on between them, but it’s not uncomfortable. Zuko fills his lungs with the evening air before saying, “I’m not asking you to get over it,” their eyes meet again in the anguished purple of the darkness, something sanguine and unspoken settling over them.

Before he can say anything else, Zuko pulls Aang into his arms, wrapping one hand around the back of his neck and curling his head into his chest. His lips rest on the blue of Aang’s arrow, breathing in the sweet sandalwood of his skin like a healing tonic.

And there, in the dusty indigo of the night, for what feels like the millionth time, he prays a prayer of thanksgiving to Agni that the man in his arms is still breathing. And that after everything, he’s still his. ~ This is my first @flashfictionfridayofficial submission, and I had SO much fun writing it. Shoutout to @theavatarandthefirelord for being my inspiration to write fff and to write more Zukaang in general. Generally leaning way more into angsty as hell and messy as hell Zukaang - hope ya'll enjoy!

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kalevalakryze · 1 year

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Mynock Fever

Pairings: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren, Shin Hati & Baylan Skoll, Shin Hati & Baylan Skoll & Sabine Wren & Ahsoka Tano Characters: Sabine Wren, Shin Hati, Baylan Skoll, Ahsoka Tano Warnings/Notes: Sickness, Fever, Canon Divergence, Sleepover!!!!, Truce, Fellas Is It Gay To Hunt Down The Woman You Want To Rail (You)?, Goth Dad Baylan Skoll, Good Dad Baylan Skoll, She/They Shin Hati, Wolfwren Summary: “It appears my Padawan has come down with Mynock Fever and cannot be convinced to rest.” Baylan’s hands were clasped in front of him, his face remained impassive, though Ahsoka could feel his worry in the force. “What do you want me to do about it?” He cleared his throat. “Your apprentice, Sabine Wren, seems to have a rather positive influence on her, it is my hope perhaps that if she accompanied Shin here, they would be able to get the rest they needed,” “I’m not letting Sabine go anywhere near Morgan and Marrok. You two can come here,” He seemed like he was going to decline, until a loud, chest rattling cough filtered through the speaker off the projection. “We will be there,” Word Count: 4,463 AO3 Link: Here! Notes: Big thanks to Steelgrace for this rec, and for helping me figure out all of the intricacies! Here is the link I used for the lullaby (edited for Mando'a), And another thanks to Steel for helping me with translations. Also, I cannot believe I didn't post anything yesterday. I have failed you... I have failed you.

Ahsoka went to the meetup point alone, she had not told Sabine about their soon-to-be guests, or the circumstances of her departure. The Imperial shuttle set down in the clearing, when she reached out, the Togruta sensed only two being inside the ship. The ramp lowered to reveal Baylan Skoll, his arm wrapped around his apprentice, who’d shrunk into her cloak with the hood tugged over her head. The skin she could see was paler than normal, their shoulders shaking as if they were cold, tucked closer to her Master’s side than Ahsoka would have thought possible.

Shin looked smaller without all of her armor, her robes wrinkled and messy, hanging off of their shrunken frame. A mask looped around their ears, covering their nose and mouth, though Ahsoka’s montrals picked up on each wheezing breath.

Baylan’s eyes scanned their surroundings as he led Shin off of the ship, a bag slung over his shoulders, the armor Shin normally wore tied to the outside of the bag, clinking softly with each step. “Thank you for taking us,” He greeted with a dip of his head. Both of their sabers hung from each belt, and he must have sensed Ahsoka’s distrustful gaze. “Shin, give me your saber,”

“Master..?” Their voice was hoarse, thick and stuffy as they leaned further into him for support, hand unwinding from the fabric of their cloak to retrieve the saber tucked against her hip. Trembling hands passed the weapon over, though it was not taken far, clipped to Baylan’s belt beside his own. “Trust goes both ways, Lady Tano..” He reminded at the scrunching of Ahsoka’s facial markings. “We are putting ours in you,”

Relenting, Ahsoka nodded her head, arm sweeping towards her speeder parked in the brush. “Your ship will be safe here, though I suggest making sure it’s locked. The wolves can open unlocked doors,” Ahsoka warned, listening as their ramp raised and ship sealed itself.

Baylan helped Shin into the speeder, allowing the young woman to tuck into his side once more as Ahsoka shot the speeder across the thirty minute trip back to the two small buildings that made up their home. A pre-fab building had been erected near Sabine and Ezra’s tower. A mop of orange and red hair was leaning over the railing, though Ahsoka could feel the Apprentice’s eyes on her as she pulled up.

By the time the speeder pulled to a stop, Sabine was leaning against stacked crates nearby, arms crossed over her chest with confusion pulling at her face. “I’ve picked up some guests for a few days,” Ahsoka greeted as she slid out of the speeder, head turning back to Shin and Baylan as he helped Shin out of the back of the speeder.

“Woah, what happened to her?” Sabine pushed off her spot, closing the distance between herself and Ahsoka as Baylan approached.

“Mynock fever, it seems they’ve picked it up on our travels,” Baylan informed the jedi as Shin finally raised her eyes from the dirt.

“Jeez, Shin,” Sabine offered a crooked smile in greeting. “Never got vaccinated for Mynock fever?”

Shin blinked slowly. “Vaccinated?” Their brows furrowed in confusion, and they glanced towards Baylan, who seemed as equally confused by the other Jedi at their response.

Realization crossed Baylan’s face, his hand raising to press his fingers into the bridge of his nose. “Of course they never had you vaccinated on Balosar,”

“Bal-“ She hadn’t known Shin had come from Balosar, Shin had never told, and Sabine had never asked, all she really knew of the planet was how few humans could survive long periods without a large sum of creds to keep supplying oxygen.

Ahsoka’s hand on her own stopped her from questioning further, it wasn’t their place to question yet. “It would be wise to get it handled in the city once they are well again,”

“I’m right here,” Shin rasped over the conversations around her, arms hanging to the side before falling with a smack to her sides. The blonde’s weight shifted unsteadily, though before Baylan could reach to steady her, Sabine was taking a large stride forward, allowing the blonde to grab onto her arm, sliding her other arm around them.

Offering a sheepish smile, Sabine let Shin lean into her. Truly, they didn’t care who was holding them up, or even if they fell… the Lothal dirt seemed pretty comfy, Sabine would know, they should ask…

“Hey, I’m gonna take her inside?” Sabine broke apart the quiet conversation between the Masters, nodding her head towards the tower. Baylan eyed her with something protective that both warmed her heart and put her on edge. She was no fool, she’d seen the holo of him killing the rebellion leaders to free Morgan, getting on his bad side (outside of his… bad side; the side that made them enemies) was not something she wanted to test out.

Shin didn’t seem to care about who was leading her away from the group, and Sabine was grateful to not have the usual homicidal comments sent her way in front of Baylan and Ahsoka. In fact, the Gray Jedi didn’t even seem to realize or care that she was moving, feet dragging through the dirt as Sabine led the way.

“Jeesh, Kurs’kaded, you’re in rough shape,” Sabine commented as she guided the woman into the tower, brushing their hood off their head as the door slid shut so she could press the back of her hand to their burning forehead. Their roots were a startling mess of brown, that she absolutely was not expecting to see from the blonde.

“How long have you been laid on your ass like this?” Sabine questioned as she settled them into her bed, pulling their cloak away only to replace it around her shoulders with the softest blanket she had.

“Weeks,” They sunk into the mattress and the familiar warmth and smells as Sabine fretted about to cover them up in blankets.

Sabine paused, brows furrowing as she turned to stare at the blonde. “We fought last week-“ She settled herself on the edge of the bed and a look of mock hurt crossed her face. “Wait, is that why I beat you?” A smile flickered across their lips from under the mask as Shin nodded.

“I mean, as much as I liked handing you your own ass, it’s less fun knowing it took you being sick for it to happen,”

“I could have beaten you, if I wanted,” Shin leaned back into the headboard, eyes fluttering shut as she burrowed into the blankets.

“Mhmm, get some rest, copikla,”

Defaulting to what she knew best, Shin obeyed the gentle command, drifting off into a feverish sleep.

Two sets of footsteps ascended the steps until the door was sliding open again. Ahsoka and Baylan both stepped into the tower to see Sabine working over a portable hot plate on the table, the beginnings of a pot of pog soup brought to a boil inside. “Shh,” The Mandalorian warned, gesturing to the sleeping ball of murder curled up in the corner of the room.

“Wait, is her hair brown?” Ahsoka’s eyes narrowed at the tops of Shin’s head, glancing towards the hair care and weapons expert.

“Yeah, she does the same thing I do,” Sabine pointed out quietly as she added spices to the pot. “Actually,” Her attention turned to Baylan. “They said you help her take care of it,” The civility was weird, for Sabine, though this was not her first experience being friendly with an enemy (considering the woman that had tried to murder her was snoring quietly in her bed), and she could at least play nice so long as it was returned.

“Yes, every few weeks,” He and Ahsoka lowered themselves into the open chairs in sync, the Togruta focused more on the conversation of human hair than anything else. “Although I hadn’t wanted to do the latest treatment until she was feeling better,”

Sabine nodded along, pleased with his answer as she settled into the open chair between the two older force-sensitives. “So, what’s all this about Balosar? That’s the core world they turned into a trash heap, right?”

Baylan scratched a hand through his beard in thought, debating on what he should provide about his Apprentice’s upcoming. “I can only offer some of the details, the rest you will need to ask her yourself.”

Sabine planted her elbows on the table and leaned in. “Spill,” A smile twitched at her lips, and she could see Ahsoka’s shoulders moving in silent laughter in her peripherals.

The older man only looked confused for a moment, though he did not bother to question their amusement. “As you know, a force sensitive child in the galaxy after the Jedi Purge was a danger, they would reach into their abilities and cause havoc, which oftentimes would lead to Imperial… intervention,” The Mercenary stroked his beard, lips pressing into a line as he pondered the piece they would have played in Shin’s life if he hadn’t shown up, how different she would be from the woman he raised and how similar she would instead have been with Marrok.

“I picked up on her fledgling presence and requested that Imperial presence in the area to clear until I could investigate. She’d been using the force to help her survive, which had only gone so far on a toxic planet unfit for humans, and an overpopulation rate that made the most basic of tasks nearly impossible. The healthcare on Balosar only extends to their corporate elite, the most she received was a used oxygen tank every handful of cycles.” His hands folded onto the table as he looked to his sleeping Padawan fondly.

“When I retrieved her, no one had inquired on my intentions, though I was stopped and… forced to buy out her employment with one of the Line Supervisors for the company that had hired her. Of course, when we were back on my ship, we had been more focused on the pressing ailments than that of routine vaccinations,”

“Wait, doesn’t Balosar export Death Sticks?” Sabine’s nose crinkled. “They hired a kid for their shit?” Anger rose in her blood, boiling like the soup in the center of the table.

“Sabine, mind your feelings,” Ahsoka called, her hand resting on Sabine’s arm, gesturing with her eyes to the shifting body in the nest of blankets, the spark of her anger causing unrest in their state.

“Right, yeah, calm,” Sabine huffed as she dropped back into her seat. “She didn’t deserve that,”

“She didn’t- doesn’t” Baylan corrected with a nod of his head, eyes warm as he glanced between the apprentices, through his shared bond with Shin, he’d been able to feel the spark of another bond that they had cherished just as dearly. Shin’s reaction to Sabine’s feelings even in her state of feverish sleep directed him to the other that his Padawan had felt dearly about (though he never would have guessed anyone else, it was nice to have the force confirm it).

“Shin has come a long way from Balosar, though many of her habits have stuck onto her, I am afraid that my own teachings in survival may have even reinforced some of their more unhealthy mechanisms, which is why I had sought you out, Lady Wren.”

“You have sparked something in my Apprentice that I had not known was possible for her to safely experience, it has been fortuitist in her training and connection with the force.”

Sabine relaxed at the words, a fond smile flickering at her lips as she fought off the feeling of smugness that settled into her chest.

“Shin has been helping Sabine as well,” Ahsoka pointed out, waving her hand towards the portable hotplate to turn down the heat with the force. “Both with her connection to the force, and her saber training,”

“Shin has been looking for a fight with a lightsaber user for some time, it’s a wonder they haven’t killed each other, but she spoke highly about Sabine’s aptitude, she believes you would be more comfortable in form three, or perhaps, adapting your culture into how you learn.”

“Wait, Shin talks to you about me?”

“All the time,” His chest rumbled with a soft chuckle as the Mandalorian’s cheeks turned red and she looked down, a smile tugging at her lips fondly.

Ahsoka’s facial marking raised, shooting a knowing smirk towards Baylan to convey that likewise, Sabine talked about Shin more often than she even realized.

“Okay, before I get embarrassed any more-“ Sabine started, rising to her feet to shuffle through the cabinets along the wall. Mentally, she patted herself on the back for cleaning up the clutter before their surprise guests had arrived.

Four bowls were set out, the serving spoon passed to Ahsoka to fill each bowl while she rummaged through the cabinets for the caf pods. “ ‘soka, the pods okay for tea?”

“Yes, thank you,” The Togruta answered as she poured each serving, moving to the counters to grab silverware for each bowl.

“Baylan? Tea, caf, water? Might have some flavor pods too,” Sabine called over her shoulder, just loud enough to not disturb Shin’s sleep yet.

“Water is alright, thank you,” The man’s head dipped in thanks, taking the bowl Ahsoka slid over to him in much of the same manner.

Drinks were passed around as the three settled in, Shin’s bowl set aside and covered to keep warm, giving her a few more moments of restful sleep as the three ate in peace and general quiet.

Sabine was the first to finish, offering a lopsided smile at the fond shake of Ahsoka’s head. “I’m gonna go wake her up,” She declared, uncovering the bowl and grabbing another glass to fill with water before making her way to the small bed in the corner.

Sabine settled the bowl and cup on the nightstand, laying her hand out on Shin’s leg to offer a small shake. “Kurs’kaded,” Her voice was quiet, the running water from the sink across the home as Baylan and Ahsoka did dishes, keeping her soft words between them.

Shin groaned in discontent, though her body leaned closer to the warmth offered by Sabine’s hand. “Come on, I made pog soup,” She bartered, lips pulling into a smile when the woman’s eyelids began to flutter open.

“What the krif is a pog?” Shin rasped as she freed her face from the blanket nest. The mask she’d been wearing had been pulled off from her shifting around in their sleep, allowing Sabine to study chapped lips and each labored breath they managed through their mouth.

“It’s a kind of soup, Mandalorian thing, but it’s good, and you need as much liquid as possible, or you’re gonna dry up. And then you’ll die,” She exaggerated with a smile that widened with her victory in the form of Shin’s eyes rolling.

Helping Shin sit up better and piling pillows at their back, the Mandalorian grabbed the bowl from the table. When Shin started trying to free their arms from her burrito, the other woman shook her head and raised a spoonful of soup to their lips. “It’s not the first time, you know,”

Shin looked like they were going to argue that point, but with both of their masters less than twenty feet away, commenting on their prior experiences having followed being fucked ‘stupid’, didn’t necessarily seem like the wisest option. Instead, they parted their lips and allowed Sabine to feed her.

It was slow work, making sure that she could handle the broth, and then the various vegetables and chunks of meat she’d added for Ahsoka’s sake.

Once the bowl was mostly empty, Shin adjusted herself to lean forward, forehead pressing against Sabine’s bicep as the woman wrapped an arm around her. “This happen a lot of the time?” She whispered gently, her head turning to press her lips to a burning forehead.

Shin nodded her head slowly, a quiet grumble meeting her question as she shifted enough to get one arm free of the blankets, reaching to fist into the fabric of Sabine’s shirt.

“Your Master’s acting like this is the first time he’s noticed,” Her voice dropped lower, barely even a whisper in Shin’s ear as she glanced at the man who was sitting and engaged in quiet conversation with Ahsoka once more.

“ ‘hid it,” They managed, voice muffled by Sabine’s arm. “took other jobs, away,” there was something in her voice that was thick with dissatisfaction and self-loathing, something Sabine was intimately familiar with.

“This is the first time you haven’t been able to go somewhere else,” Sabine realized out loud, though the blonde nodded her head as if asked a question. “We’ll get you what you need before you go, should look into everything else you missed out on too, you know?”

Shin didn’t answer, hand twisting further in Sabine’s shirt as her weight shifted to try and find comfort while still touching her moon.

“Alright, scooch over,” The woman kicked off her boots before sliding into the rest of the small space, though it was quickly cleared by Shin practically laying themselves on top of her the moment Sabine had settled.

By the time Sabine was comfortable, Shin’s breaths had already slowed to an easy slumber, her face relaxed enough that the hard lines around their eyes could soften. Encircling her arms around their waist, Sabine settled in, she mouthed her goodbyes to the two Masters as Ahsoka guided an only mildly hesitant Baylan out of the tower. Nix was let back into the room, finding himself a spot on Shin’s back where he curled up and purred loudly against her.

There was an overwhelming loneliness, choking like a vice grip around her throat, a heavy fog that sat heavy in her lungs, and the strike of fear that ignited the blood in her veins.

Baylan, where’s Baylan? Where am I? Where do I go from here? What should I do?

Sabine’s nose twitched in her sleep as her nightmares shifted with an overpowering sense. Ezra, Kanan, Ketsu, and Mandalore were replaced by faces she could not see, crowded city streets and the sour tang of acidic air and ash. Cartons of death sticks and spice were passed between hands, death hung around each street corner; Sabine became aware of the feeling of bodies at her feet, all faceless, but being trampled by the moving streets. Her legs looked small, and certainly not her own, or any that could belong to a human woman in her late twenties, they looked like those of a small child.

She could see the back of Baylan Skoll’s head, though, and she knew she needed to get to him as each breath grew harder to take in but he wouldn’t stop! “Master!” She was calling above the roar of the street, though her voice came out weak and broken, the poisonous atmosphere was taking its toll-

Sabine startled awake as the body pressed into her delved into a fit of gasping coughs, each breath a struggle as her lungs wheezed. “Shin,” Sabine called, consciousness finding her quickly as her adrenaline started pumping.

“Kurs’kaded,” She called again, reaching to press guide their hands up and uncurl them from her side, rolling the blonde onto her back so her lungs could properly expand as she sucked in each breath. When her eyes snapped open, they were full of tears that fell hot down her face, like a river of lava on Sullust.

There was a brief moment of hesitance in the gray apprentice, the force thrumming between them before they were pressing their face harder into Sabine’s shoulder, nails pressing past the material of her shirt and into the soft flesh underneath, grounding themself to the living, breathing person in her grasp.

Somehow, the grip Shin had on Sabine was strong enough to rival the fear in her veins when she’d woken up, though she didn’t dare offer any less pressure returned as she hugged the blonde closer. “I’m right here, ner Kurs’kaded,”

Sabine knew enough now about their connection that the emotions that were pressing in on her own heart were not her own. She also knew that she was entirely inexperienced in sending feelings not influenced by the ones being pushed on her, echoing back the panic and pain that was expelled out to her as all she could do was press Shin’s head close and hope that the heavy thumping of her heart would be enough to help.

The overwhelming fear starting to fade, Sabine finally no longer had an irrational fear of Baylan leaving her (despite her own issues regarding the prior abandonment of her own Master), and she could breathe again.

“Tuu Tattuine t’ad vod tranir drala or tra. Bal hokaad’la’vhekad buurenaar iviinir dos ori’suumpir, nyac tusken, demagolka, ra’beroya runar vurel alaror gebbar. Sa’munit sa ni olar taylor gar morut’yc bal novor ni.”

Sabine’s voice was soft, throat still thick with the force of the emotions projected onto her from the blonde that was using her as a lifeline. The lullaby was one Hera had sung to her once, when she’d been in a position much like Shin’s; feverish and scared. She only learned it after Jacen’s birth, and had recited it to the screaming infant only a handful of times, but the promises were etched into her heart either way.

“Let Naboo’s cerulean ceiling form a canopy o’er your head, as her bright, sparkling waters flow through lovely landscapes green, while sweet shaaks frolic ‘cross the plains. They won’t disturb your beds, so you may sleep peacefully in pleasant pastoral scenes.”

Nix, who had been brushed aside some time during the night, was rubbing his face into Shin’s arm, his weight settled half on the small mattress and half on Sabine’s hip. Hir purring broke the space between each breath, and eased some of the tension in the gray apprentice

Shin’s shoulders started to ease, her breathing quieting, and her fingers loosening from their crescent shaped indents placed deep in Sabine’s abdomen. When Shin’s fingers released from her stomach and started to brush through the soft fur along Nix’s spine, calm finally settled over both women. “Hey,” Sabine started, offering a lopsided when half-lidded, silvery blue pools met her own again.

“Hi,” They rasped, shifting under the blankets to lay more on the mattress than to weigh down the Mandalorian below her. “Are you okay?”

“Me? Di’kutt,” The woman smiled warmly as she shook her head. “Those were some feelings,” She decided, sure that telling Shin that being suffocated emotionally and in her sleep like that wasn’t pleasant, wouldn’t bring a smile to her kurs’kaded’be face like the thought on injuring her in a fight would.

Shifting to sit up and hissing at the dig of claws into her hip at her movement, Sabine sat up, leaning back against the small headboard and allowing Shin to wordlessly obey the silently invitation into her lap. Their head tucked into her shoulder once more as they settled to straddle her lap, legs sliding to hook under Sabine’s own as they relaxed into the woman again.

“Like you, I have to work on my shielding,” Shin grumbled into Sabine’s shoulder as the Mandalorian’s hand started to brush out her hair, running brown and blonde locks across her fingers with a soft hum.

“Not with me,” The flash of their eyes on her had Sabine rushing to continue. “You don’t have to shield yourself from me, what you’re feeling, I want to feel it,” A sleepy kiss was pressed into their cheek. “I want to feel you, all of you; whether it’s through your lightsaber in my stomach, or when you kick my ass sparring, when you come and I get to experience it through your side- absolutely divine experience, by the way,- and when your feelings get too much, I want to share that with you, I just… want you, in sickness and in health,”

Shin’s mouth gaped, opening and closing for a moment before she pitched forward, arms wrapping around her moon’s neck. They weren’t sure how to respond, not verbally at least. It seemed Sabine got what she wanted, however, because she pulled back enough to catch Shin’s gaze. “I’m not fucking you while you’re sick, cyar’ika.”

They grumbled in mild disappointment, though a smile twitched at her lips. Their head ducked back against her shoulder and Sabine settled them back down. When teeth dug into her shoulder, the Mandalorian only exaggerated a sigh and brought her hand back to Shin’s hair to card back through the messy strands.

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When morning came, Shin’s fever had broken, and she’d even had enough energy to help Sabine cook breakfast. Which ended with a counter on fire, an angry Nix, and Baylan taking over for his disaster of a daughter.

It took Shin another three days to get into Capital City and receive the vaccinations she’d missed. During that time, Shin worked on getting back into fighting shape and getting her hair fixed, Sabine was only pretending to be hurt when the Wolf wouldn’t let her bleach it, though, Baylan did a good job for a man who’d never dyed his own hair.

Sabine’s fingers were intwined with Shin’s as they made their way downstairs. Shin and Baylan’s gear was already packed back into the speeder, Ahsoka leaned against the side of the vehicle, laughing with Baylan about an old memory they shared. Sabine could hear the name ‘Anakin’ on her lips, and while her curiosity piked, she kept quiet as they approached.

“Hey, Geezers, get a move on,” She called, making a show out of rolling her eyes as Ahsoka stood.

“Geezers, can you believe that?” Ahsoka remarked, a smile on her lips as she pushed off the side of the speeder. “Padawans these days,”

“Alright, Snips,” Baylan remarked with a hearty laugh, earning a look of mock anger from the relaxed Togruta.

“Hey, don’t forget, I will gut you,”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” Sabine stepped back in when Shin’s energy pulsed with a wave of protectiveness. “ ‘soka’s all bark, no bite,”

“Well,” The woman’s hand reached for the thin strap of fabric of Sabine’s muscle shirt to reveal the bruised and bitten skin along her collarbone and throat. “My padawan seems to be taking all the bite with her, these days,”

“It’s like poetry, then,” Baylan joked, hands clasping together at his waist as Shin slipped away from Sabine to join at his side.

“Hey, poetry is good,” Sabine shrugged her shoulders. “It’s an art,”

Mand’alor the Ultimate was a poet, after all and Sabine was proficient at walking the way of the Mand’alor, ever since she took her creed.

Translations: Kurs’kaded - Wolf Copikla - Charming, cute – never use on women unless you want your head ripped off Ner kurs'kaded - My wolf “Tuu Tattuine t’ad vod tranir drala or tra. Bal hokaad’la’vhekad buurenaar iviinir dos ori’suumpir, nyac tusken, demagolka, ra’beroya runar vurel alaror gebbar. Sa’munit sa ni olar taylor gar morut’yc bal novor ni.” - When Tattoine’s two sister suns shine brightly in the sky, and violent sandstorms rush across the sea. No Tusken, Monster, or Bounty Hunter will ever come close. As long as I am here to keep you safe and close to me. Di’kutt, - Idiot: with affection Kurs’kaded’be - Wolf's Cyar’ika. - Darling

#wolfwren #wrenwolf #sabine wren #shin hati #ahsoka series #ahsoka spoilers #canon divergence #star wars #wlw #lesbians #star wars lesbians #star wars wlw #fic writing #fanfiction writing #baylan skoll #ahsoka tano #sickfic

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steddie-fanfic-recs · 8 months

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Competitive By Nature

by thesurefireway

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Blowjobs, almost anal fingering, The finger doesn't penetrate but it's in the area, the setting you ask? I don't know, ambiguous timeframe, Blowjob competition, fellas is it gay to suck your homies dick to prove that you give better head than him?, originally posted on twitter, Steve Harrington doesn't swallow because he's a QUITTER!!!, dialogue heavy in the beginning Words: 3,350 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

They’d gotten into an argument. A really fucking stupid argument. Well, it was more of a debate; they’d somehow gotten onto the topic of giving head, which led to Eddie confidently declaring that he gives way better head than Steve. And Steve’s competitive, okay? He always has been. “How could you possibly know that?” Steve asks incredulously. “We don’t even – who’s comparing us?” He questions, arms crossed over his chest. “I don’t need an outsiders opinion to know that you probably suck dick the same way you eat a Kit Kat,” is Eddie’s retort, and Steve feels honest-to-god offended at the implication. He splutters a string of indignant noises before finally saying, “There’s nothing wrong with the way I eat a Kit Kat!”

#steddie #steddie fic rec #oneshot #1-5k

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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can you do slashers x ftm! reader where the reader is being harassed/hurt for being trans? have a nice day :)

I think all trans people know how it feels to be harassed because of this. I personally like to wear/do feminine things sometimes because well I like to be androdgynus but people constantly get on my ass about it and its like "Bro calm down I'm literally just vibing" you know? I love this idea and I had to write it for you asap. Most of this stuff has also been said to me before.

Includes: Lester Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, RZ Michael Myers, and Billy Loomis

Warnings: Violence, transphobia, implied murder and murder, religous induced bigotry, censored t slur used in Bo’s and Billy’s section

Lester Sinclair

You're riding with him in his truck after the two of you picked up a woman. You and the woman were having a light conversation when she says "You have such a deep voice for a woman, and such a flat chest. If you want I can give you the number for a plastic surgeon who can help fix that." You cringe at her words.

"Well ma'am I'm man so that won't be needed. I'm fine with the way I look." She frowns.

"Oh well you know you're not actually a man honey. Just because you mutilated yourself with surgeries and hormones doesn't mean you're not a woman. I'll be praying for you." She crosses her arms and moves a bit away from you.

"I'd suggest you don't talk to my boyfriend like that ma'am." Lester says putting a hand on your thigh.

"Oh don't enable this delusion of hers. She's sick in the head because the devil has invaded her mind. I pray you two repent from your wicked ways and find god."

"Ma'am how do you know that my boyfriend isn't a man?" He asks.

"Lester it's fine just let it go." You whisper to him.

"I'm not gonna let this go darlin." He squeezes your thigh and the woman scoffs.

"It's obvious that she's not a man. I mean just look at her." She gestures to you and you look down.

"Well ma'am I can assure you that he is in fact a man and that you shouldn't keep talking this way unless you want to walk to town."

"I'd much rather walk then be in a car full of sinners." Lester turns a corner and stops at the creek that divides the road to town.

"Well you can get out then. I pray that god has mercy on your soul." He looks at the woman with disgust on her face. She scoffs and opens the door.

"I hope you two enjoy hell." She gets out with a huff and you watch as she walks off into town.

"I'm sorry bout that Y/N. Some folks have no manners."

"It's ok Lester, I'm used to it." You look over to him. He's got a look on his face you've never seen him wear before.

"Well darlin I'm not gonna let you put up with that anymore. You're my boyfriend any no one's gonna treat you like that again."

Bo Sinclair

You’re in the shop with Bo waiting for a new patch of people to come into town. He’s busy working on a car and you’re at the counter flipping through a magazine. You hear the door open and in walk two men who look to be in collage. They must be from the city based on how they look. You try to ignore them but you hear one guy whisper to the other something. The aproch the counter and one of them leans on it as you shut the magazine. “Hello fellas how can I help you today?”

“Hey there pretty lady. Our car broke down a few miles back. We need a fan belt and a ride back. Think a beautiful little woman like you can help us?” The one leaning says. You cringe at the flirting.

“Well Bo can help you with that and I’m sorry to burst your bubble but I’m not a woman.” As you say this Bo walks into the room.

“I told you she was a t-slur Trent.” The other guy whispers loud enough for you and Bo to hear.

“Whatever man she’s still got plenty of holes. Doesn’t make me gay.” You exhale deeply and Bo walks over.

“Well if y’all want help on your car I’d suggest not calling him slurs. I would normally just kick y’all out but I’m feeling nice today. What size fan belt do y’all need?” He asks putting a hand on your back.

“We need a 15 inch and sorry for uh hurting your woman’s feelings there. I was just stating the facts.” You look up at Bo and his polite smile. He’s good at masking his true feelings. But you know damn well the rage that’s almost bursting out of him.

“Well I got a shipment of those back at my house. I can grab one for y’all and dive you back.”

“Thanks man, I’m glad you’re not so up tight about that dumb t-slur shit.” He nods. You know he’s hit his breaking point.

“Well lets go up to the house then. I’ll be back darlin.” He give you a kiss on the cheek and walks out with boys and you know damn well whats gonna happen. Bo often kills quick, but this time you know he’ll draw it out. Later that night you overheard Vincent and Bo talking. “Well I’m sorry you had to do so much touch up work, they got what was coming to them.”

RZ Michael Myers

You’ve got yourself in a sticky situation. You’re cornered by a man who has been harassing you non stop once he found out about you being trans. “I told you to leave me the hell alone!” You yell trying to push past him. He shoves you back against the wall in the ally you’re in.

“I told you, you dumb bitch I don’t like people like you in my town. I gave you time to leave but your dumb cunt of a brain can’t listen.” He punches you right in the eye and you let out a scream. He hits you again on the nose, making blood leak out. “Now I want you gone by next month or else I’ll do a lot worse than this you hear me?” He grabs you by your shoulders and throws you on the ground. Your back hits the ground hard and you let out another cry of pain. “Get the fuck out of my town you dumb bitch.” He spits on your shirt and leaves. You lay there on the ground for ten more minutes, crying and racking your brain about what to do.

Once you get back home Michael is in the kitchen, sitting at the table staring off at the wall. When he sees you, the dried blood under your nose and the forming black eye he stands up. “Michael I’m fine ok? I just got in a bit of trouble with someone.” You go to the freezer and Michael just stares at you. You often can’t read what he’s trying to say because of his face being covered by a mask. But this time you can see he’s calling bullshit and he’s gonna get the truth sometime soon. You sigh and pull out an ice pack and put it on your swelling eye. “Well there’s been this guy harassing me about leaving town for a good time now and this time he got violent. I swear it’s nothing ok? I’m probably just gonna move a few towns over and I can still find ways to visit you ok?” He huffs and leaves the room. You sight and pray he doesn’t get caught. You know you can’t stop him from whatever he’s going to do.

The next morning you find Michael has changed out of his usual coveralls and latex mask and is in normal clothes and one of his hand made masks. He does this for a few reasons. Sometimes he needs to get more comfortable, you insist that you wash both of them and he watches you closely as you do it or he’s had a very messy kill and he washes his clothes on his own. You know which one it is. Your suspistion is confirmed when you watch the news that morning to find out the man who’s been harassing you was brutally killed. The news says it was so graphic it has to have been a pack of wild animals or something supernatural. Michael went so overboard on this man just because of what he did to you.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You tell him turning off the news.

‘You’re mine. No one hurts you.’

He signs. You nod and take a deep breath. He really must love you to butcher him like that.

Billy Loomis

You’re changing in the locker room after gym and you hear faint whispers behind you. There’s always talk about you and how you “don’t belong in here” and that “you’re just a girl” but you ignore it the best you can. But today it went above and beyond.

“Hey Drew isn’t there a no t-slur policy in this town?”

“Yeah there is. I heard that whenever a t-slur moves here they wind up getting their mental illness beat out of them or wind up dead. Real shame too girl t-slurs are the best in bed cause they give it up so easy.” You look over at them and bite the inside of you cheek. The snicker as you look back at your locker. A few days later when you’re getting changed again you find what you bind with is missing from you locker. You know who stole it and now you’re stuck with your chest being prominant for the rest of the day.

Billy knows something is up but when he asks about it you deny anything is wrong, not wanting him to get involved with it. But that too fails when one day while you’re out with Billy holding hands those two boys see the two of you and have to comment on it. “Hey Y/N I thought you said you’re gay.” One of them says.

“I am actually.”

“Then how come your on a date with Loomis? Last time I checked for a girl to be gay they have to date another girl.” The other boy says.

“How about you beat it.” Billy says wrapping and arm around you.

“Oh is it not our turn to fuck the t-slur? You know all of them are sluts who give it up to anyone right Billy? You deserve something better than this cheap t-slur.”

“I said beat it. I don’t wanna get violent.” He says. The boys chuckle and leave again. Later that night you call Billy to come over.

“I’m sorry honey I’ve got something I have to take care of with Stu tonight. I promise I’ll pick you up tomorrow alright?”

“Ok Billy, have fun.” But when the next day does come you find out that those two boys were found gutted and brutally beaten to death. You know it was Billy and when you ask him about it he smirks.

“ I didn’t do anything Y/N. But I mean they had it coming to them ya know?”

#lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x you #michael myers #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x you #michael myers fanfic #billy loomis #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x y/n #house of wax #halloween #scream

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mieletthe · 2 years

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love is stored in the component jars

What can I say, 4-Sided Dive Essek Lore got to me too. Fellas, is it gay to give your Kryn colleague a matching set of storage containers?

Read on AO3.

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Caleb waits until Essek has crossed the threshold, until he is safely inside with the door shut and latched behind him, to take Essek’s hands in his. “Welcome back,” he murmurs.

Their embrace is tentative, an unspoken question of Are we doing this? Do you still want this? The heartbeat that quickens in Essek’s chest answers a resounding Yes, but it is a conversation that they have never found in themselves to have aloud.

It’s complicated, anyways.

Caleb takes his cloak and asks how he’s been. What is there to say? He’s been in five different cities in as many weeks, and managed to keep pursuing agents off his trail in all but one. But Essek is exhausted by and ashamed to think of his scrappy, meager, lonely life on the run. He wants to forget about it for the little time he has in this sanctuary.

“You’ve certainly made yourself at home here,” he says to change the subject.

He’d seen the townhouse the day Caleb bought it. It had been bare and dim and dusty, and they’d had to sit on the floor with a broken crate for a table as they ate small hand pies from a bakery down the road. Later, before he’d left Rexxentrum for yet another nameless town, they had made love on top of Caleb’s coat, right in the middle of the salon they stand in now.

He’d missed the housewarming party.

The townhouse is no longer bare. That broken crate is now a placeholder for the coffee table, but half-filled bookshelves flank the fireplace, a traditional Zemnian quilt is folded over the back of the plush new sofa, and a series of framed paintings by Jester lean against the walls just waiting to be hung.

“It’s a work in progress,” Caleb says. “But let me show you the laboratory.”

He takes Essek’s hand and leads him up two flights of stairs to a spacious room that for a moment steals Essek’s breath away. It’s no wonder Caleb is still using a crate for a coffee table; his attention has clearly been focused here.

A pair of impressive worktables sit on either side of an open space that holds the outlines of a large arcane circle. Glass-front cabinets containing books and artifacts line the walls, and behind the arcane circle are open shelves filled end to end with dozens of amber glass component jars. The arcane light emanating from several wall sconces wraps the room in a warm glow that plays enchantingly off the vitreous surfaces.

“I'd never had a real laboratory of my own before.” Essek can hear the pride in Caleb’s voice.

“You have one in your tower, don't you?”

Caleb shakes his head. “The tower is impermanent; it’s not the same. There was one in the Xhorhaus as well, but we were never there long enough for me to settle in.”

As Essek steps into the room, he runs a hand along the rich violet wood of the worktable. Vermaloc. Just like the one in his own laboratory. He can’t imagine how Caleb managed to acquire a piece like this in the Empire, let alone two.

“You’ve made a beautiful space.”

“I took inspiration from some particularly impressive wizards’ towers that I’ve seen.”

Even as he smiles, Essek’s heart twinges. He misses his towers, misses having a workspace like this. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever have something like this again.

He walks over to the wall of component jars. It’s laid out very much like his own: the amber jars all precisely and evenly spaced on the shelves, a shallow counter below holding a series of instruments, bowls, and scoops to measure in place.

“I believe I recognize some of your inspiration.”

Caleb comes up behind him and wraps his arms around Essek’s waist. Essek isn’t floating—the only reason Caleb can rest his chin on his head like that—but his belly swoops as if he has taken flight.

“The jars were a lucky find. Veth tipped me off to an apothecary that was going out of business, and they sold me their entire stock for a very reasonable price.”

They’re exquisite. Each jar is nearly identical to the next, the deep caramel glass impeccably crafted. Essek picks one up to examine the elegant pedestal base and delicate ornamentation circling the lid. He runs a finger along the intricate details of the finial and lifts the knob to the soft clink of glass and wafting smell of incense. Caleb was indeed fortunate to procure such a collection, and Essek tells him as such.

“I'm glad you like them.” Caleb nods towards a set of empty jars at the end of the shelf. “Those ones are for you.”

“Caleb…” Essek begins, his heart sinking. He wishes so badly to have them, to be able to recreate in any small way the magnificent laboratory he once treasured. “That is very generous of you, but I cannot accept. There is no way to carry such things with me.”

“Then keep them here,” Caleb replies in barely more than a whisper. His breath is warm on Essek’s ear. “Keep them, and yourself, safely here with me.”

It takes a moment for the words to register, and when they do Essek turns around in Caleb’s arms. Caleb looks down at him with a soft, pleading gaze.

“Caleb, I…”

“Stay with me.”

His heart beats out Yes. Yes. Yes. but his tongue is more cautious. “I will consider it.”

That answer seems to be enough for Caleb, whose mouth blooms into a smile just before it descends to meet Essek’s.

—

Essek stares at the jars, trying to puzzle out their organization.

“What order do you keep your components in? It’s neither grouped by element nor category, nor is it alphabetical—unless you’re using Zemnian, perhaps?”

“Ah, no particular order. It’s easy enough to remember where everything is, so I just put them back in the closest empty space.”

Essek gawks at Caleb in bewilderment for a moment, then says, “No. Absolutely not.”

He begins to take the jars from the shelves and shuffle them around the countertop.

“What are you doing?” Caleb asks with a crooked smile.

“We are going to arrange these in a structured manner. Now go fetch me a pen and ink to make labels.”

Caleb kisses the top of his head as he passes.

“Certainly. If you’re staying, then it stands to reason that you should have a say in our laboratory too.”

#critical role #critical role fanfic #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #shadowgast #mieletthe writes

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auntieclimactic · 3 years

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Well, no one else asked for Platonic Soulmate AU, so I'm gonna...

Platonic Soulmate AU

Ted gripped his water but didn’t trust himself to take a sip. His hands were shaking too much. He could feel Rebecca in the back of his skull—her presence sharp, hot, and furious. The actual, physical Rebecca was sitting on the chair across from him, expression pinched and shoulders tight. Ted spared a thought for poor Beard and the other fella he’d hadn’t been introduced to yet what with the whole head turning inside out, puking on the floor, and all. Thank God Nate skedaddled before he and Rebecca shook hands. This was awkward enough.

Well, maybe awkward for him and the fella with the glasses. Beard was just sitting next to Ted on the couch with his arms crossed—looking at Ted with Blank Stare Number 12: Intensely Concerned. That stare was never a good sign; this was officially a code red.

“I hope you understand if we don’t announce our bond to the press just yet,” Rebecca said. Her tone was polite, but Ted could feel her agitation in her head—distrust and outrage rolled up into one skull-splitting ball of fun.

“This can’t be right,” Ted replied, distracted. He was trying really hard not to yack again. “There’s gotta be some kinda mix-up or something.” He glanced over at Beard. “That happens, right?”

Beard slowly shook his head, and Ted felt bile rise in his throat. Rebecca’s resentment stabbed into his occipital lobe like an ice pick.

“Legally speaking, you are within your rights to break the bond,” Rebecca told him, hands clenched into fists on her lap, knuckles white. She was staring at a spot just over Ted’s shoulder. “However, that will be a matter of public record, which I hope you understand puts me in a rather uncomfortable position.”

“Ma’am, Ms. Welton, you don’t understand,” Ted said, his heart racing in a way that sent his ears humming. His fingers were shaking so bad he sloshed water over his wrist. He put his water down. “We can’t be— This isn’t— I’m gay!”

The worlds, the worlds he had said out loud to exactly one other person in his life, flew outta his mouth and into the universe. No refunds; no takebacks. A loud silence blanketed the room. In the back of Ted’s mind, there was shock. And then deep, indescribable sadness.

Beard was the first to speak. “That’s why you and Michelle divorced.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Yeah, Beardo,” Ted said, dropping his face into his hands. “That’s why me and Michelle divorced.”

#fic in progress #Ted Lasso and Rebecca Welton are soulmates #wip meme #that’s all folks!

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gh0styyt0astyy · 3 years

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"You can hide from me forever~?" .. emm.. maybe you can do this we hank?(lee hank if it is ok?) No presure

✨ [Run and hide] ✨

( anon. anon *holds ur shoulders* i loved this prompt thank you )

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⭐️ [Summary] — If you asked Hank how he got into this situation, he’d much rather die than say anything. (Lee!Hank and Ler!Deimos + Ler!Sanford)

fellas is it gay to platonically cuddle your homies after they absolutely wreck your shit

key: deimos hank sanford

⭐️ [Warnings] — TICKLE FIC; MILD LANGUAGE; AND CUDDLING AT THE END; if you don’t like then please just scroll on T_T

⭐️ [Prompt(s)]: “You can’t hide from me forever!”

✨ Enjoy ! ✨

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“Haaaaaank!” Deimos’ gruff voice echoed down a hall; a quiet snicker in his tone as he looked for the merc. Hank, who was currently staked out in a dark room (had the rooms always been this dark? How’d he never notice this?), held his breath.

Putting a hand on the doorframe, Hank leaned out slightly and stared into Deimos’ back.

The shorter guy seemed to be too busy with looking in the complete wrong direction that Hank started calculating his options. Hank had been stalking around this shitty “apartment” that he, Dei and Sanford all called home (Temporary home at least. It’s hard to keep a stable base of operation in this shitty, genocidal state okay?) for at least an hour now. Deimos wanted something from Hank; and whatever game Deimos was playing the taller man didn’t want any partake in it.

“Cmon, Haaank. You can’t hide from me forever now!” Deimos called out again, but beginning to turn around now. Shit. Hank quickly darted into a different room, one with a little more light. At least he could see now.

…However he failed to realize that Deimos could see the faint outline of a shadow, which is ironic really; seeing as how Hank; a 6’6 man can fit inside a tiny crate with no one noticing, yet he forgets to cover his tracks of a shadow.

Deimos’ footsteps came closer to the room Hank sheltered in, and Hank started to crawl backwards to the closet. ‘Shit- shit- shit.’ Hank opened the closet door and quickly stepped inside. Deimos suddenly leapt into the room, a sound of vague disappointment rumbling in his throat. “Damn.”

Hank felt a very light breath leave his chest as he slowly slid down the wall. Maybe Deimos had finally given up his chase. As Hank waited for Deimos to leave the room, he listened to the quieting footsteps. The goggled man silently opened the closet door and looked out, spotting no sign of Deimos. He began to slowly step out of it.

His legs were quickly and suddenly swiped out from under him, causing him to land roughly on his chest with a solid “oof” and a wheeze when something plopped heavily onto his back. “There you are!” Hank could hear the grin in Deimos’ voice.

“Uagh- get off of me you lug.” Hank grunted, reaching back and swatting at one of Deimos’ knees. “Hank, you’re good at hiding, know that? Had me in circles for an hour! You ever play hide and seek when you were a kid?”

Hank was having none of it as he continued to swat and push at Deimos. (Sure the man was significantly shorter than him, but damn; bitch could put some weight when he wanted.) Deimos hummed as he put his head in a hand. “Okay well obviously you wanna move on. So let’s do that! While we’re at it…” A different hand went down to between Hank’s shoulder blades, causing the merc to tense. “Let’s chat! You remember how you crushed my cigs a bit ago?”

Hank did remember that.

“Aaand how you spilled water on me for no reason?”

Hank remembered that too. (And, also Deimos, for your information; it was not for no reason you will NOT burn down another temp home.)

“Oooh or- or how about the time you threw that huge ass centipede at me? Remember that one?”

…Hank remembered that one, as well. Very vividly, might he add.

Hank nodded and Deimos did too. “Yeah. I remember all those too. Especially that last one you asshole.” Hank shrugged. “I mean, it was a little amusing.” Deimos feigned hurt as he put a hand to his chest. “You wound me, Wimbleton.”

Hank started to get antsy now, as he shifted underneath Deimos’ weight. “Will you get off me? Or are you just going to keep me here.” Deimos grinned again. “Antsy, Hanky? Daw okay. I guess I can get on with it.”

“It?” What the hell was “it?” Hank narrowed his eyes under his goggles and when he tried to look back at Deimos three fingers suddenly dug into the soft area between Hank’s shoulders. Oh. Oh that was it. Hank felt his eyes suddenly shoot open as he fell completely limp to the floor, electricity running up his back. His body shuddered with repressed… laughter? Noises. “Deimos—“ Hank spoke through gritted teeth, feeling lucky for the mask covering his betraying face. “Hank.” Deimos answered back. Hank felt himself trying to writhe away from Deimos to no avail. “Shihit.” He hissed, mentally cursing himself.

“Ahha! That’s the response I’m looking for!” Deimos said, taking his other hand and tapping against Hank’s ribs. Making the downed man make a strangled noise into the crook of his elbow. “Pihihihiss ohohoff-!” Hank growled, tried to growl. It was hard to be intimidating with fingers wiggling on your ribs and your back. Deimos was slow, methodical for a moment… before the hand on Hank’s back went from slowly moving to clawing at his shoulder blades. “SHIHIHIT! Deihihihimos you sohohon of a—!” Hank suddenly erupted; Deimos letting out a victorious and satisfied laugh. “Right here is bad? Damn, and I’ve only just started!” Hank tried thrashing his shoulders to get away from Deimos’ hands.

Deimos snickered mischievously, repositioning himself on top of Hank and sitting on his waist instead. “Y’know what Hank? This is super interesting,” Deimos said, one hand continuing to torture Hank’s shoulder blades as the other hand trailed back and forth from his ribs and his sides. “You’re, like, Nevada’s most dangerous Mercenary. And yet I haven’t even been thrown into a wall!” Deimos added, grinning at Hank’s misfortune as the man went limp again. “I hahahahate yohohou—“ Hank hissed through gritted laughter. “Have you even tried getting me off?” Deimos ignored Hank’s previous statement. As Hank began to lift himself with his elbows, Deimos’ hand suddenly shot underneath him and started prodding at his stomach. “YOHOHOHOU BIHIHIHIHITCH!” Hank fell back down.

That’s when a quiet *ahem* and knock on the doorframe made both the men look up. Sanford stood there, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed and an amused look. “Dei, what are you doing to Hank?” He asked, and Hank felt Deimos’ hands slow down until they came to stop. Deimos snickered evily and put a knee on Hank’s back to keep him down. Hank didn’t like that, didn’t trust that evil giggle from Deimos— so he began trying to escape. “San, y’know what I found out?”

Oh shit. He wouldn’t. “What’d you find out, bud?” Deimos you’d better not. “Did you know that Nevada’s most wanted, dangerous Mercenary is ticklish?” That son of a bitch. “Oh, really now?” Goddamnit.

Sanford was waved over by Deimos, and the two started whispering to each other. Hank tried to listen in but to no avail. Suddenly the weight on his back was lifted and Hank tried to shoot away quickly.

But he was grabbed around the waist and pulled back into a heavy chest. Sanford’s arms held onto him tightly as they went back to the floor, except now Hank was sitting up. (Which was better, actually, because being sprawled on the floor like that really isn’t comfortable.) Sanford’s arms were hooked under his, crossed tightly against his chest and keeping him in place.

Deimos was sat at Hank’s legs, grinning at him with a look that could only mean chaos.

“I swear to God.” Hank rumbled, pushing against his captors. Deimos gave an evil chuckle as his hands curled into claws. “Deimos I’m warning you.” Hank pushed at Deimos with his foot, neither of them really acknowledging the now dirty shoe print on Deimos’ jacket. “One.” Deimos said.

…Excuse him?

“Two.” Sanford’s low voice followed.

Hank started wriggling in Sanford’s arms with a little more strength.

…

“THREE!” Suddenly both the men yelled— and Hank lost his shit. Deimos’ clawed hands tasering into Hank’s ribs and Sanford’s kneading into his hips. “OHOHOHOH MY GOHOHOD! YOU AHAHAHASSHOHOHOHOLES!” Hank suddenly shrieked in laughter. (It was so much louder than his voice, louder than his usual tone. It surprised all of them and Hank wasn’t sure if he liked the volume coming from himself.) Hank writhed in Sanford’s arms as he fought against himself. “Holy shit! Dei, you weren’t joking!”

“I know! Hank, you’re incredibly lucky that it’s just us who know about this!”

Hank thought about the idea of someone else finding out about…this. Whatever “this” was. Hank wanted to say something but all he could get out was that loud, wheezy laughter. And eventually he stopped trying to fight it, he went limp in Sanford’s hold and gave in. “SHIHIHIHIT! I’m gOHOHNNA KIHIHILL YOU TWHOHOHO!” You know, it’s really hard to be threatening when you’re being undone. His nerves felt like they were being electrocuted and were on fire, Hank’s legs kicked slightly. “GOHOHOD DAHAHAHMN IT! MOHOHOHOVE YOUR HAHAHAHANDS!”

Suddenly it stopped— Deimos’ hands stopped at least. Sanford’s were at his ribs now, poking and prodding between each bone. Hank screwed his eyes shut; Sanford’s hands were so slow and methodical it was driving Hank up the wall. Hank’s face was warm, completely undone to giggling. It was embarrassing.

“San, you wanna know something else?” “Deimohohos.” “Hit me, Dei.” “You behehtter nohohot!” “Hank’s scars are way more ticklish than the rest of him.” “You bihihihitch!”

That bastard. “Reaaaally now?” Sanford’s voice was low again, close to Hank’s neck. Deimos nodded. “Yuh uh.” Hank tried to squirm out again. “I hahahate you!” He listened as Deimos drew in a big, deep breath and felt as his shirt was lifted. (He knew today was a bad day to go without his jacket.) “Deheheheimos I swear to Gohohohod!”

Hank had literally no time to process anything before—

PBBBFFFTRRTTTT!

“OH SHIHIHIHIT! SHIHIHIHIT SHIHIHIT SHIHIT!” Hank squealed, he squealed. (Hank never wanted to die on the spot more than in that moment. Do you think that he could find Jeb or Tricky or someone to strike him down after this?)

Deimos had raspberried Hank’s stomach— against a huge ass scar that went from his left hip, over top and across his navel and to the right side of his ribs.

And Sanford had started blowing smaller raspberries against Hank’s neck, again, on the scars that went across it.

Hank literally felt like he was about to die in that moment. “OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHY I YEHEHEHEHILD! I YEHEHILD! I’M GONNAHAHAHA DIHEHEHEHE! STOAHAHAHAHAP!” Hank gasped, writhing and kicking his legs. And it was like that, the sensations just stopped. Phantom feelings buzzing through his body and against his skin. “Ohohoh my gohohd.” Hank breathed, his body somehow going limper against Sanford’s. Deimos grinned and Sanford laughed lightly. Hank felt Deimos press against his chest and a light squeeze of a hug from Sanford.

Hank panted lightly, cursing the two mentally. Deimos just grinned up at Hank. “Sooo. I think San and I win!” Sanford hummed in agreement as he nodded grinning too as he bonked his head against the back of Hank’s. “Somehow that went way better than I had expected it to go.”

“You two better sleep with one eye open tonight.” Hank threatened, feeling his body physically relax against Sanford and Deimos. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say.”

#ghosty.replies #ghosty.keysmash #writing #tickle fic #sfw tickle fic #mc tickling #lee!hank #ler!deimos #ler!sanford

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cellard0ors · 3 years

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Fic: Movement (4/5)

Still working on this for @peachworthy. Should wrap up sometime this week or next and then the full thing'll get posted to AO3. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 here for now!

They decide to do it on a Saturday night.

Link has the weekend off from work and no classes. Rhett’s schedule is also free. They discuss the matter in terse terms, both seeming nervous about the idea, but neither backing down.

As such, Saturday rolls around with little fanfare until late into the evening. An evening that finds Link sitting on the couch, one of his legs jiggling and bouncing about as he waits for Rhett.

Rhett comes out to the living room holding a pillow and he offers it to Link. Link looks at it with some confusion and his friend clears his throat, eyes darting away, “For your lap.”

“My-?” Link looks down and then to Rhett and then…oh. Link colors, realizing that the pillow is to be used in order to cover any potentially ‘arising’ situation on his part. Feel exposed yet stubborn, he remarks dryly, “Don’t think I’ll need that.”

Rhett lets out a loud laugh and pats him in the chest with it, “Trust me. If I’ve done my job right? You will.”

“…point taken,” Link says softly and he takes the pillow, settling it over his crotch. To be fair, he probably will pop wood. After all, he sometimes pops it when Rhett’s full clothed.

Nude?

Yeah.

Link presses down on the pillow harder, even the errant thought of a nude Rhett causing a stirring. Rhett walks to the television and fiddles with the remote.

An app that Link’s noticed before, but never bothered with, is clicked on. Erotes Plus. The screenshots for the videos that come up are…certainly something. Link looks away, almost overwhelmed by all the bare flesh before him. The titles of the videos are also a bit much. Rhett notices and Link can hear the smirk in his voice as he says, “Prude.”

Link scowls and glares back at him and the screen. He is nota prude. However, titles such as ‘Lonely Housewife Squirts for The First Time’ and ‘He Rides His Daddy Dry’ would take anybody aback. At least Link would like to think so – he supposes some people are more immune than others. After all, his own history with porn is on the small side.

During puberty he’d taken his healthy peeks at nude magazines and a few of his friends had snuck out adult VHS tapes to check out, but for the most part it hadn’t interested him. Granted, this was probably due to his eventual discovery that – while he appreciated the female form – it didn’t draw his interest quite like the male one did.

And finding gay porn? Where he grew up? Yeah, pretty much a completely impossibility. And then – when he’d finally managed to snag some – it had, once more, disappointed. It all just seemed so cold and callous. Like a business transaction with a boatload of grunting. Not at all to his tastes.

Rhett, scrolling through the videos, finally finds one titled simply ‘Movement’ and turns to Link with an apprehensive glance, “Still plenty of time to say ‘no’.”

Link’s throat is dry. Unlike some of the other screenshots, this one is vaguer. It’s two forms silhouetted in shadow. One of those forms is Rhett. Link feels numb as he speaks, “I’m good.”

Rhett clicks the video and it begins.

He moves over and sits near Link, lounging against the other side of the couch in an oh-so-casual way. As if an adult video starring him hasn’t just begun to play.

The film opens with a lithe redhead in a yoga outfit doing various poses. While this is being shown the title card appears followed by the starring and since Link highly doubts Rhett goes by ‘Jenessa Star’, he can’t help but chuckle at, “‘Donatello Velvet’?”

“What?” Rhett asks simply and Link gestures to the television, “That’s you, isn’t it?”

“Problem?”

“That’s the screen name you chose?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing’s wrong with it, I just don’t see you as a ‘Donatello’,” Link grins at him and Rhett laughs, rubbing one finger along his top lip thoughtfully, “What would you’d’ve gone with then?”

“If I was doing adult film?” Link asks and at Rhett’s nod, he crosses his arms and thinks, “I don’t know…Bevin, maybe?”

Rhett tosses his head back and laughs and Link feels a fissure of delight at that sound, just as he always does. He turns back and the redhead’s poses have become…much more complex. Almost painful looking as she contorts herself to degrees Link wouldn’t think possible and then she rises, stretching out and that’s when Rhett enters.

Or maybe it would be better to think of it as Donatello enters. Yes, it’s a little easier that way and Link does his best to cling to that, to try and stay nonchalant as he offers dryly, “Well, well – there’s a familiar lookin’ fella.”

Rhett just hums and they both watch as he walks up to the woman. He runs his hands along her shoulders and down her arms, whispering into her neck huskily, “Good form.”

Link can’t help but let out a snort. Rhett rolls his eyes, “Okay, okay – I know, I know. Dialogue’s a bit-?”

“Bad?”

“…it could use some improvement.”

“Uh huh,” Link just beams and hey, this isn’t so bad. Cheesy and kind of silly and maybe it will just stay like this. Light and fun. For all Link knows, they won’t even watch the whole thing. Maybe just some of it and then they can turn on something els-!

Rhett begins kissing Jenessa’s neck, white teeth visibly dragging along her skin and Link’s whole body tightens. A phantom sting starts along the same side of his neck that Rhett’s touching on Jenessa. Jenessa’s whole throat arches back, a pleasured moan leaving her and Rhett’s tongue is…very pink.

Link’s Adam’s apple bobs as he says (much huskier than he’d like) “N-Nice camera work…”

Rhett just hums, “Mac’s always had a good eye.”

“Mac?”

“Mackenzie, the director of this one.”

Link just lets out a sound of acknowledgement as he watches Rhett reach around Jenessa and tug at her tank top. Tug until her small, pointed breasts pop free. He cups them in his hands and he has…great hands.

They looks so tan against her skin, palms rough and big, and Jenessa lets out a full throttle moan. Rhett teases the pink tips, fingertips agile as they play along the sensitive flesh, as they circle around her areolas.

She whimpers and turns, kisses him fully, passionately, and it’s…messy. Wet. Link can feel his whole heart thump hard at the sight. Janessa’s hair is shorter than Rhett’s – cropped close to her scalp and Rhett’s hands have abandoned her chest to run through the short strands.

Link barely stops himself from reaching up and touching his own hair, instinctively wanting to mimic how that might feel. To imagine Rhett doing it to him.

He tries not to fidget and talking, talking will help, “Surprised this isn’t more, ah, instant.”

Rhett shrugs, “Foreplay’s a thing, man.”

“No, I know,” Link knows his voice pitches a little high at this, defensive, “Just…figured, mean...’s porn…”

“Some of the earlier videos on here are like that, but when EP got bought out, the new owners took the company in a different direction.”

“EP?”

“Erotes Plus. The platform these films are on,” Rhett explains and then he starts mentioning a few things about different production companies and distributors and the like, but Link is too distracted because Jenessa is now fully naked and Rhett is on his knees between her legs, feasting on her moist lower lips.

The silken tip of his tongue is parting her, dancing along the bundle of nerves that is her clit and her head is tossed back on a loud, wild whine.

Her pale body undulates and she’s gripping his long hair so hard. Link feels as if he’s having an out of body experience. This is his roommate. His friend. The man he’s secretly in love with.

And he’s pleasuring this woman with such…focus. With intensity and finesse and when he rises, his erection is clear, straining at the linen pants that are containing it. Link points to the screen weakly, “Hippie clothes.”

The comment is stupid and unhelpful, but Rhett just laughs, “Yeah – kinda the theme of this series. I’m like, a Yoga Instructor or something? Least that's the way it was explained to me, so – linen pants, cotton top – I mean, we’ve had better costumes, but for this shoot-!”

Rhett is talking some more but, again, Link is barely listening. His eyes are transfixed by what’s taking place on the screen. Janessa easily strips off Rhett’s shirt and then his pants and – No. Underwear.

Link is seeing Rhett’s dick. It’s there…thick, but not as big as his own, a visible vein running along one side. Dusky dark and with a blushing pink tip and gently curling hair hiding his full, taunt sack…

“Link? Buddy? You doin’ alright?”

“Fine.”

“Lookin’ like you seen a ghost," Rhett teases, but there’s a breathless quality to his words, “My body all that bad?”

Link just shakes his head and watches as Jenessa strokes Rhett, as his head falls back and he lets out a shuddering gasp that Link feels in his very bones.

Link is suddenly very, very thankful for the pillow that bobs some as it reacts to the situation taking place beneath it. That situation being Link’s own dick perking upwards, making his jeans tight and constrictive.

“You…?” Something Rhett said finally seems to click in Link’s head, “You said this is a series?”

“Yup,” Rhett murmurs and now the film shows him pressing Jenessa against one of the studio walls and she raises one leg high. Insanely high. It’s a very gymnastic level move and Rhett slots his cock up with her opening, sliding hard and deep into her body.

Jenessa lets out a wail of pleasure as he presses in and she holds that leg up – all strength and grace as he begins to move within her at a steady rhythm.

Her hips answer some, but it’s more about how…open she is. And how deep he’s getting. They’re eyes are locked as he picks up his pace, rocketing in and out of her, shaking her whole form with his thrusts, her tiny breasts jiggling with each movement and movement, they call this…

“Got an award for this one.”

Thank God. That one comment draws Link back to some semblance of sanity even as his body quickens with an unspeakable longing, a carnal hunger that aches, “Really?”

“Uh huh,” Rhett says with no small amount of pride, “Best Sex Scene.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I mean, I owe it to her to be honest,” he waves to the screen, “She’s the one turning herself into a pretzel throughout this thing. Same for the rest of ‘em. They kept finding co-stars for me to work with who had had extensive training in this sort of body contortion. It was just my job to, uh, well…”

Rhett waves again and the answer is obvious: to fuck them through it. Link is not at all limber. In fact, he’s kind of a klutz. Nothing to match up with someone like this.

For some reason, this realization leaves him hollow. Cold. His arousal dims some, “Where’d you get the award from?”

“XRCO.”

Link makes some sound that would imply he understands, but he doesn’t. Rhett sighs, “Got nominated for Most Popular Male Performer on Pornhub but lost to Johnny Rockwell. Guy deserved it though. Performance he did that year was nuts.”

Link’s lost in the vocal cacophony that is erupting from the television speakers. Moans, gasps, grunts, cries of sheer ecstasy as Rhett and Janessa really ramp it up.

They’re in a different position now, Jenessa’s body once more arched at a crazy angle and Rhett's just...really getting in there. His hips are pumping double time, like a jackhammer, and she is loving it.

Her blue eyes are flashing with adoration, her lips curled in that moue that speaks to an almost pleasurable pain and Link can’t help but ask, “Are the others with her?”

Rhett takes a moment to process the question and when he realizes Link is asking about the other films in the series, he shakes his head, “Nah, man. You don’t usually have repeating partners. Like I said, they found other people who could bend in weird ways. The sequel to this sees me with Julian St. Croix. Great guy. Really smart. He’s actually working on another doctorate. Plans on working in the tech field when he retires, which – money he’s making, should be pretty damned soon. You want me to dial that up?”

Link just shakes his head. The idea of watching Rhett doing something like this with yet another person and with a man no less…

He feels crappy for, well, feeling crappy. This is Rhett’s job. He shouldn’t take this personally.

Besides, it’s not like Rhett knows how Link feels about him. To him, they’re just friends and he should play the part of friend – be a friend, a good friend, “I can see why you won the award, Rhett. You’re doing a…a great job. Real good acting.”

The sound of the shocked (yet oddly sharp) laughter that leaves Rhett at that actually causes Link to finally look at him.

Rhett’s face is a ruddy red, like he’s embarrassed or something, and he’s looking at Link with a bit of a wildfire in his eyes, “‘Good acting? Are you serious?”

Link finally shifts about on the couch (which feels fantastic considering his body has been fighting off a plethora of sensations for a while now) as he fully turns to him, pillow still firmly in place, “Of course! I mean, it-it seems like you’re really into this girl,” he gestures to the screen, “when you’re doing this and I imagine that’d take some acting chops.”

He chews on his bottom lip and lowers his gaze, hands ghosting over the pillow as he talks to it more than Rhett, “Un-unless you really are into her.”

“Into her?” Rhett pokes one finger over to the television, “Into Janessa?”

“Yeah, I mean…if-if you two are a couple or-or were one or-?”

“Me and Janessa?” Rhett asks incredulously and some of the heat seems to leave him. Link gets the impression that Rhett had, for a moment, been mad or affronted by Link’s well intentioned compliment, but now is completely changing track. Now Rhett seems charmingly baffled, “You think I’m into Janessa?”

“I-I was just saying if you’re not into her in this,” Link waves to the screen where (seeing as the volume is dying down) it would seem the film is reaching its conclusion, “Then the acting is good and if you are-!”

“I’m not,” Rhett confirms firmly, “I am very much not, nor was I ever, into Janessa. We’re friendly, but we’d never work as a couple, man. She likes cats.”

Rhett says the last as if it’s a blasphemy and Link can’t help but giggle, suddenly feeling bright and light even though he knows better than to do so, “Problem?”

“Not a big fan of lil demons…”

“Noted, “Link sighs and he feels much, much better. The film is finally over, he’s seen some of Rhett’s work, and he can now say the following with sheer confidence, “I’m proud of you.”

And with that, Rhett freezes. He freezes solid, back going ram rod straight, and his eyes – they’re as round as dinner plates.

Big and green and looking at Link like’s a wild anomaly and Link worries that maybe he, somehow, inadvertently offended him with the remark so he’s quick to explain, “I-I mean it, bo. I’m proud of you. Going out there and-and doing something like this. Being so…so exposed and vulnerable and for anyone to see and yeah, sure, I mean, I guess it’s just for people to-to beat off to or whatever, but when you think about it, it’s something that brings people pleasure, which is a lot better than bringing something bad into people's lives and I know some would argue that porn is like, some gateway into violent dark tendencies or whatever, but for the average person it’s a good thing to explore and the fact you can so freely provide that to them and not be ashamed-!”

Link is blathering.

He’s a blathering idiot.

But he feels like if he stops talking, Rhett might snap at him. Or be mad. Or-!

But instead Rhett just shakes his head and whispers, “You’re unbelievable.”

Link’s diatribe cuts off. His blood stops in his veins. He feels completely seized.

“I’ve been trying so hard…fighting with everything in me,” Rhett breathes and he just…eases forward, eases closer. He’s in Link’s personal space and Link wonders if he should back up or something.

He can feel the heat coming off Rhett’s skin. His breath is bathing Link’s face as he rasps, “But I can’t anymore. You’ll have to forgive me, but…”

Rhett kisses him.

Rhett. Kisses. Him.

Rhett kisses Link.

Their lips meet in the smallest, quickest, sweetest little peck. The sound of it, the quick wet click of their lips…it’s earth shattering, sound-barrier breaking.

And Link feels his whole nervous system lurch at it. And Rhett is still looking at him, searching his eyes wildly. Link blinks and licks his lips and tries to speak, but there’s nothing to say.

Rhett just grins softly, “Bad for business…that’s what you are…”

Link’s gaze dips to Rhett’s mouth. To his lips. Lips that were on his seconds ago. His eyes feel heavy lidded as he gulps and Rhett just huffs as he kisses him again. Again.

Another kiss and this one is more than just a peck. This one? This one is the one Link’s been dreaming of, the one he’s been wishing for.

This kiss is perfect.

#rhink #randl #my writing #peachworthy

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satorinni · 4 years

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𝕞𝕦𝕥𝕖

track 18: feelings?

Kenma has never really been a people person. Yeah, over the years he’s gotten better with ‘human interaction’ , but he would still prefer to be alone. There were very few people whose company he didn’t mind, and recently he had been contemplating whether you should be added to the list. Though that idea has been teetering in and out of his mind given the fact you two hadn’t actually hung out in person. Actually, save for the one pants-less interaction, neither of you had ever been in the same room together. But still, he kinda likes you. More than a friend, he’d like to think. Though the idea scared the fuck out of him, he would actually like to take you on a real date. One that didn’t result in your dinner being up in flames.

Maybe he’d even take you to a cutesy café in Tokyo. Like the one he was currently sitting in. Eating apple pie. Across from a girl. A girl who definitely wasn’t you.

“Honestly, I don’t know why you didn’t just become a model.” After the photoshoot, Etsuko insisted on getting a bite to eat. Something about wanting to catch up because it’s been a whole year. He didn’t really understand why, he knew for a fact Kuroo called her every time something juicy happened to him. Whatever that meant. Besides, he couldn’t turn down a slice of his favorite food.

“Because wearing stupid clothes and standing in front of a camera for hours is not my ideal career, ‘Tsuko.” He took another bite of what was left of his slice. He’s glad he chose to sit in a booth away from the windows, he had already been recognized twice on the way here. It’s why he did his best to avoid walking through the city. Especially dressed like this.

“C’mon, Kenmaaaa, the button up is cute. You look like a businessman.” She snorts through her smoothie straw.

“I am a businessman. I’m quite literally a CEO.” He gives her a deadpan stare before taking a sip from his own milkshake. “I don’t know how your rooster boy manages to wear this stupid getup 24/7. I’m suffocating in these slacks.” He’d been pulling at the tight-fitting pants all day, but the magazine suggested he look professional for the shoot.

“What’s the matter, Kenma? Too much junk in the front?” Etsuko wiggles her eyebrows at him. She always did have the dirtiest mind.

“Gross, ‘tsuko.” He squints at her and shakes his head.

“Speaking of your little fella, when was the last time you got laid, baby boy?” Despite her suggestive tone, Kenma knew she was genuinely curious. She was the one who told him what sex was anyway. Gross, he shudders at the memory.

“Is that an offer, ‘Tsuko?” He knew it wasn’t, and he knew even if it was the answer would be no, but he was deflecting.

“Only if you let me post it on the hub.” She winks at him and slurps at her empty cup for emphasis. “Quit deflecting, Kenma, I heard about your lil boo thang.” She cracks up at her own joke and asks the waiter for a refill.

Kenma scrunches his nose in disgust. “Don’t call her that.” Yeah, you guys weren’t dating, and yeah, you probably didn’t even know he liked you, but still.

“Look at you, defending her honor, how sweet.” She mockingly shakes her head at every word. “I heard you stole her from little rooster boy.” She leans in towards him, like it was some big secret.

“Of course he exaggerated that, he’s the one who set her food on fire. Besides, she texted me first.” He recounts the way he freaked the fuck out when he saw you texted him. His demeanor was always more calm over the internet, probably why he had millions of fans, but he was still an antisocial wreck IRL.

“Ahh, so she’s ballsy, huh. Who knew little Kenma liked bold girls? Tell me about her.” She leans her head into her palm. To anyone else she would’ve dropped it already, losing interest. But this was Kenma, she was always poking her nose into his business.

“She’s a med student, same age as me. Friend of a friend, I guess. “ He shrugs. He figured that would keep her dormant enough to change the subject.

“You got yourself a smarty pants. Cute, but that’s not what I wanted to know.” She raises her eyebrow at him. “Do you like her? Is this just a hump and dump? You gonna marry her?” Her eyes got wider with every question, it kinda freaked him out.

Damn, he thought he could dodge it, but Etsie has always been super pushy. “I don’t know. I mean I'm definitely not gonna hit it & quit it. I haven’t even hung out with her for real. And dude, I’m 23, m’not thinking about marrying anyone at the moment.” He held his breath and figured that was enough. He was not ready to admit it out loud yet.

“Ah ah ah, you skipped a question, baby boy.” She gives him a devilish grin and leans in even closer. “I won’t tell a soul.”

Okay, even if she was a bit much, Etsuko never spilled Kenma’s secrets. To anyone. Not even Kuroo. But it wasn’t that he didn’t trust her. It was just... Was he ready to admit he had feelings? It's only been a few months, and he hadn’t even spoken to you in person. So what if he texted and called you 24/7? Wouldn’t it be too early? You’d probably be freaked out if he went ahead and confessed his feelings so early on.

Ah, fuck it.

“Yeah, ‘Tsuko. I like her. Like a lot. She’s funny as hell, smart as shit, and she gets me. Plus she’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever met. Like, prettier than you.” He knows that would probably offend any other girl, but he was only ever straight up with ‘Tsuko.

“EEK!” Etsuko lets out a pig squeal that has other customers staring in confusion. She balls her fists up and starts shaking aggressively. “My baby boy has a crush! EEK! I’m so proud of you.” She leans over the whole table and grabs Kenma’s face, placing a loud kiss on his forehead.

He flicks her forehead and smiles. “Shut up, it’s not like this is the first crush I’ve ever had.”

“I take pride in being your first crush, little bro.” She places her hand on her chest in mock pain, but the grin on her face exposes itself.

“When you put it like that it sounds like incest. I was 8, you weirdo. ” Both were true, when Kenma first met Etsuko he developed a crush on her. (Mostly because she was the only girl who he’d ever interacted with.) It only lasted a month anyway; he eventually got annoyed with how much her and her brother were at his house. Now, after 15 years of being stuck with Kuroo, Kenma could only ever see them both as the siblings he never had.

“Still, I was your first love, Kenma.” She looks off dramatically into the distance, as if she was having a flashback.

“You’re gay.” The smirk on his face gives off his slight amusement with her stupidly dramatic antics.

“Now, “ She slams her hands on the table, causing more people to stare and the silverware to rattle, “Aren’t you going to ask me about my lovelife?”

“No, I don’t care.” He snorts at the hurt look on her face.

“Well, my girlfriend is doing WONDERFUL, Kozume Kenma, thanks for asking.” She crosses her arms and sticks her nose in the air.

“Yeah, whatever, you’re paying.” He pulls out his phone to see if there are any texts from you. On cue, the notification on his phone displays your name. He grins down at the unopened text, not even bothering to hide his happiness from Etsuko.

Mid-rant about how he should pay because he’s got all the money, she stops and stares at him. A soft smile appears on her face, a swell of pride shoots through her. She only ever saw Kenma as a baby brother, and was genuinely happy for his growth over the years.

Suddenly, Kenma’s phone flashes with your contact, a facetime call from you.

“I gotta take this.” He moves to sit up, but looks up at Etsuko at the last second.

She grins and nods towards the door.

“Go get em, tiger.”

𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: kozume kenma x medstudent!f!reader

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𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: enroute to being a neurosurgeon, y/n l/n doesn’t have time for fun, let alone dating. after her friends set her up on a blind date gone wrong, she comes face 2 face with none other than her date’s best friend. her world flips on axis, and suddenly she has no idea how her brain works, or love-at-first-sight.

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ratwann · 2 years

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me n the boys write a story

The Love Of Ed Sharten And Eric Cartman By Ratwoon, Alegig, Hewena, wilboor, danikel, obbylon, camla, and gay gay homosexual gay (with notes from talking uwu) Chapter uno - sloppy joe day *bell rings* “Woah lunch time” said Kenny Mccormick, “hey fellas!!” Butters stotch said running over to the 4 boys “it's sloppy joe day!!” Butters stotch exclaimed. The 5 boys walked to get their food. “Hello children, how are you?” said chef “bad.” said the main 4. “Why's that?” questioned chef, “Kenny lost his right ass cheek and nut,” said Kyle broflovski. “Chef, how do we fix his ass cheek?” asked Stan marsh. “Well, children, let me sing you a song.” “🎵Drugs🎵woemen🎵men🎵gay men🎵kenny🎵uwu🎵” sang chef. “W ow” said the 5 boys “ guys we need drugs, sex, woemen, a cock, men, Mr.Sharten’s cum, gay men, and kenny uwu!!!!” said butters stotch. “How would we get those?!” screamed Kenny McCormick, confused and with a a missing right nut. “Cartman is a man, a gay man, he has a cock too. We also have kenny” said Kyle Broflovski, “WHAT?! IM NOT GAY!!!!” eric cartman yelled angrily “then why do you spend so much time with Mr Sharten?” said…..SCOTT MALKINSON?!?!?!?! And what was he…. WOAH HOLDING HANDS WITH CLYDE DONOVAN???!!!! “WOAH ITS THE VERY COOL AND HOT AND SEXY SCOTT MALKINSON!!!!!” yelled kenny very excitedly but with his right nut missing “yes it is me very cool and hot and sexy scott malkinson!!!!” said scott malkinson while cutly holding clyde donovan, his very smexy boyfriends hand (the left one btw ) “okay im gonna have intercourse with my bbg clyde donovan now” said scott malkinson and he walked away very fruitily “grrrr so fruity” said kahl broski madly Then he crossed his arms still berry mad While all that was happening THE FATASS snuck away muttering to himself ”oh shit I need to finish my homework and kenny lost his right nut?!” running to Mr.Shartan’s classroom. “Mr.Shartan ! I need help with something” the brunette fatass said out of breath from running for 0.5 minutes “Oh! what do you need….?” Mr.Sharten as he leaned on his desk hotly “I need help with my homework” said eric cartman cutly blushing at mr. sharten “Oh if you need tutoring.. I'll Be your private tutor“Mr.Sharten says hotly “yeah you can meet me at my house, 6969 Kyle is a homo street” said eric cartman “okay ill meet you there after school at 4 twen tee pee em” said mr. sharten very hotly and cutly *bell rings* TIME SKIP BECAUSE IM HOT “Grrr school sucks arse” said kyle broflovski annoyed “calm down uwu bbg” said stan marsh cutly AND hotly “rrrr im not ur bbg >:((“ cutly said kahl brokee Out of the corner of kahl brokees eye he saw cartman running out side. “Where the fuck are you going uwuwuwu?” says the homo kahl brokee”I-I-'' stuttered the fat one “u-u-u-uhm im going h-home <:0 and-” stuttered eric cartbawls before he was cut off Kyle broflovski heard kenny mccormick’s left nut all off :0. Kenny mccornmuck started crying *kenny cries in missing both nuts and right ass cheek*“OMG!!!!! M-m-m-m-my nut!!!!!!”Cried kenny mccormickWhile kyyale brohomo was distracted by stans beautiful face, The fat ass “ran” away all the way home. “MYAAAAMMMMMMMM IM HOME >:(((“ yelled eric fartman bcuz his mom is a dirty sloot “okay pupsikins, lunch is on the table! :DDD” said the dirty sloout. Eric fatmen sat deown at le tabel and cutly ated. *its the present so the doorbell rings ding dong uwu* the dirty sloout opened the door and there stood…… MR SHARTEN?!?!?! “Oh..! hello mr sharten!!!!” said the dirtee slout, mr sharten was hotly leaning on the door frame “ hey gorwl is eric cartman home uwu??” said mr sharten hotly“Oh, yes he's home. Pumpkins! Your teacher is here!” said the dirty slout cutly, cartman blushed seeing how hot his teacher looked leaning on the door frame. “H-h-h-h-h-h-h-hi mr shartan uwu” “cum on in!” says the sloutueIN THE FAT ASS ROOM Cartman grabbed his books and saw a glance of Sharten leaning on the desk hotly holding a bag.He blushed very aggressively and looked away “y-y-y-y-you look nice uwu” ed sharten said in a fruity voice “thank you” cartman sat at his desk and showed ed sharten his work trying not to blush ed sharten layed on the desk(WHAT?????? HE LAYED ON IT?-ratwan) looking at the work with bootieful eyes cartman with his fatass tried HARD not to blush ed shartem saw this and blush as well “do you know how to do it” (LMAO IM GONNA CRY-ratwan)cartman said trying to break the ice ed sharten nodded and looked at cartman intensely with glowing eyes cartman blushed and sat on his bed taking off is jacket and hat only have his shirt and pants on ed sharten did the same but he had a skirt on cartman looked at ed sharten body with fruity eyes ed shartend saw and walk to him he realized that cartman had a scratch on his face and there was no bandage ed sharten put a hello kitty bandage on and kissed it then out of nowhere ed sharten kissed cartman's lips with the new lip gloss from weeds and weavescartman blush with his fruitiness then cartman kissed back ed sharten blushed and they looked like they were in a cheesy anime then ed sharten ask if cartman would like to watch a movie with a smirk cartman agreed and put on THE MOST GAYEST PEOPLE and it shows KLYE AND STAN (im trey parker and style is canon-reatwan) !!! They watched it until the morning.Cartman went to school with ed sharten. The group looked at each other and asked the cartman “what did you do with ed sharted?” cartman said in a proud voice “we kissy wissyed” the boys gasped “bro thats like gay and pedo !!!!!!!!!!!!!” stan said “shut up stan ur like dating kahl or something-” said eric angry “grr okay and??!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!???” said kahl berry berry berry madly “guys stop getting mad over gay people its kinda stupid” said clyde donovan” “yeah guyth heth right” scott malkinson agreed to his boyfriends words, clyde thought how scott talked was hot “ ‘im thott malkinthon i have die-abeteth’ “ cartman mocked scott and clyde got very mad at that so he PUNCHED cartman.Stan and kahl gasped and then smiled “FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT'' cartman started crying like a little babey “stop crying doofus” said kenny mccormick because he's hot and says doofus “yeah fatass stop crying” said kahl “s-s-s-shut up you *sniff*s-s-s-stupid j-j-jew!!!!*sniff*” said fartman, mr sharten walked up “what the fuckity fuck is going on here” said mr sharten “clyde punched cartman” said kenny mccornmick “clyde you get 69420 detentions for 69 years after school” said mr sharten “but he was being homophobic to scott malkinson” sadly said clyde “eric! Your gay dont be homophobic!!! You get 70421 detentions for 70 years after school!” said mr sharten “WHAT?!?!?!>!?!?!? NOOO!!!!! PLEASE I LOVE YOU!!!!!!111!!!1” said eric “then say your sorry for being homophiobic to that twink named scott malkinson” said mr sharten “okay, im thorry thott malkinthon” said eric sadly “okay that's good no more detentions” said ed sharten “ but clyde gets the rest of your detentions:” said mr sharten “yayyyyy!!!!!!!” yelled erifc “WHAT NO FAIR I DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG THIS IS VERY HOMOPHOBIC TO ME AND SCOTT MALKINSON IM SUEING YOU AND THEN GETTING YOU FIRED” said clyde donovan “yeth thank you bab grill” said scott malkinson with a very hot lisp because thats what clyde thinks cuz hes very gay or smth bro idk clyde very cutly kisses scott becuase he shows this shit off too much.“Ew fucking homos hes gonna give you die-abates”said eric cartman “NO I WON’T” said scott malkinson being berry mad then clyde and scott malkinson ran off being berry gay. Then cartman looked at ed sharten and stared into his eyes “thank you for saving me out there” said cartman “it's just what i do as you TEACHER” says ed sharten then they have a kiss. The next morning in class cartman looked at ed sharten with BLOODSHOT EYES because they had intercoarse or smth idk man their gay :(( *bell sounds school is over i hate this story lord please save me* “eric please stay here for a few minutes” said mr sharten with LuSt in his voice aha “okay lmao lol uwu” said eric souper cutly *sounds of scott malkinson and clyde having a make out session cutly* “what the fuckity fuck uwu thats gay sounds ewww” said eric cartman angyly becuase hes a gay homophobe or smth man lmao uwuwuwwu*Mr sharten gives those homos detention ewww and clyde cries because he got 69 more detentions and scott only got 1 because hes super hot and cute and awesome and attractive and cool and smexy and nice and kind and stuff* “dont be gay on school property grr” said mr sharten “ but your always gay on school property” said clyde doodoovan “FELLAS!!!@11121!!@!@ ERIC PUNCHED SCOTT MALKISOIN@#!@#!” butters ran up to the lunch table yelling kenny just blinked like he had no idea what was going on (he prob didnt lmaomkfdvndfilvudf) “god fucking fatass smh” said keyahl clyde like ran out the lunch room or smth and saw scott crying and eric laughing because hes eric cartman and hes a dick lol “what the fuck eric >:(“ said clyde madly woah “he called me gay” eric said tht guyd real canon “BUT YOU AR E>!?!>!!!>:#” gaygb jlcyde donovan im having a seizure /jjj “no im straight i just like one dude” said eric “thats bi????” said clyde confused “anyways thats not the point” also clyde speaking (sleas esned help i cant spell for shit right noe guyd -ratwan uwu) snd he punches eric because eric is like gay or something and a dick and a fatass lol “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH” THE FATASS’s DICK ALMOsT FELL OFF but, his balls, sadly, did not stay. His balls flew off of his body and hE scrEeChed but It waS no use his balls were gone. (which totally makes sense) “”AAAhahHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAH” Then Eric was super freaked out and didnt know what to do and he kept screaming but no one else cared but other people thought he was a psychopath and kept talking under their breath. Then clyde just rolls his eyes and says “it's not like you hd any balls anyways and no one will ever luv yu UnU'' and what he said made eric even louder until he kicked him in his stomach and said “SHUT UP OR THERE’LL BE ABSELOUTELY NOTHING LEFT OF YOU TO EVEN LOOK AT DOWN THERE” everyone else watching then thought “wow he sure knows how to make someone shut up”Then after Eric finally shuts up Clyde drags him. Then everyone thins hes even cooler cus he can carry his fat ass “wow he must be strong” He then throwws eric and goes back to check on scott (this is so-... wtf man i cant even -ratwan) “hey bab gurl u good??????” said clyde uwu “no motherfucker im bleeding everywhere” said scott malkinson “ur on ur . ??? :(“ said clyde “IM A MAN DUMBATH :((”“ said scott “oh yeah i forgor lol” said clud donven “HOW DO YOU FORGET THOMETHING LIKE TAT!?!!!?” *COUGH COUGHH* “i dont know im stupid :( im sorry bby” said clud or smth idk anymore man pls help me*time skip cuz there homos*Ed sharten povEd Sharten walks out of the teahcer break room from lunch. The bell hasnt rung yet, and there is still about 20 minutes left of lunch. He realized this and noticed that kenny came for no reason when he passed the male bathroom…. Even though this was an unexpected and random event, he wasn’t surprised. He kept walking and noticed that he started walking earlier than his usual schedule. He walked up to the gym because he knew eric would be there to try to work out. but we only knew he would last a few seconds. Ed really is a cartman simp!Eric didnt notice Ed sharten and then mr. gaysluta kissed ericAfter the kiss Ed ran off with Eric and said…“Ed wants to talk!” A before and After clip comes in 3.2.1.After They ran off mr. gaysluta got really mad and tried to follow them and to see wat they were doing after they went to an ally and they started yelling at each and mr. gaysluta interrupted them and Ed got really mad eric went behind mr.gaysluta and they all had a fist fight.At the end mr. Gaysluta won the fight and Eric Cartman ran off to Vegas to get married but we all know that Ed would stop it. (wilbur took the victory royal >:(-leopold) THIS IS NOT MR GAYSLUTA Well ik that smh -leopold

#southpark #ed sheeren #eric cartman #scott malkinson #Clyde Donovan #kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #butters leopold stotch #kenny mccormick

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Title: fellas, is it gay to fake-date the love of your life? Chapters: 1 Words: 9.9k Pairing: Xiao/Venti Tags: Modern AU, Porn With feelings, Fake Dating, Friends To Lovers (more tags on AO3!) Rating: Explicit Summary:

“My bestest roommate and friend in the world, the light of my life-”

“What did you do?” Xiao asks.

“So you know how I sometimes spend time at home doing nothing and I say I have a day off from work?”

Xiao crosses his arms. “Yes?”

“Don’t get mad.” He doesn’t like the skeptical look Xiao gives him.

“I feel like I should get mad.”

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend at the museum’s holiday party that’s happening in a month because I may or may not have used an imaginary boyfriend as an excuse to take sick days for the past few months so I could be a vegetable at home because I’m burned out?”

“What the fuck.”

Venti suffers the consequences for taking sick days to pretend to take care of a sick imaginary boyfriend in the form of his coworkers' curiosities. But thankfully he can just ask Xiao, his best friend and roommate, to pretend to be his boyfriend for him, right?

(What? Venti's deeply in love with Xiao? Nah, it'll be fine.)

Author’s note under the cut:

had this one on the back burner for a while but i ended up banging this out within a few days and here it is! as always i’m unable to write smut without injecting feelings into it lol. couldn’t resist writing a fake dating au where they resolve it without much tension bc the world’s too stressful right now so 😤anyways, happy reading!!

#genshin impact fanfiction #genshin fanfiction #xiaoven #xiao #venti #nonnin nonsense fics

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iloveitwhen · 4 years

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Kyalin- Day 1

Alright fellas, LoK fandom is now apart of my tumblr😇 sorry not sorry

modern world AU, Lin is a retired police officer and a self defense/criminology professor or something like that and Kya is a professor in the medical field

@kyalinweek2020

Day 1- College Professors

“Sooo…” Korra started, leaning her elbow against Professor Beifong’s desk after a grueling self-defense class. How was Korra, 20 years old, sweating buckets while Professor Beifong, age 53, was not even breathing hard.

“Class is over Ms. Waters. You may leave,” the older woman replied curtly before Korra could continue her question.

“Oh c’mon, Auntie-”

“Just because Tenzin is my ex-partner does not mean-”

“-you know I’m you favorite-”

“-that you can call me Auntie, and no. You are insufferable.”

Korra gasps. “Uh, rude!”

“Go take a shower, Waters, you're sweating on my desk.”

“Hey. This-” Korra stands and motions up and down at herself “-is your fault, Auntie.”

“Call me that one more time and I’m giving you an F.”

“Well that’s illegal, aren’t you a police officer?”

“Was a police officer.” Korra and Professor Beifong both turned their heads to the new voice. “Hey, Korra,” Kya said with a wink and a kind smile as she walked into the room.

“Auntie Kya!”

“Professor Kya here, Korra.”

“Wow you guys are so lame,” Korra looks back at Lin who had gone stock still and if Korra didn’t know better she would have thought Beifong looked… scared. Korra looked back at Kya to find her staring at the self-defense teacher and Korra realized they were having a silent conversation before Kya broke the silence.

“Well anyways, I uh, came to tell you, Korra, that Tenzin is… what did he say? That he needs help with something or other.” Korra’s jaw dropped, Kya was always smooth and that was very much not smooth.

“Uhh… ok…,” Korra looked between the two women who looked at her expectantly and she grabbed her duffle bag, swinging it onto her shoulder and started walking backwards out of the room. “You two have fun! I can NOT wait to tell Tenzin about this.”

Much to Korra’s delight, Professor Beifong’s face morphed into fear while Kya’s eyebrows shot up her forehead.

Professor Beifong cleared her throat and schooled her face. “We’re not doing anything. What is there to tell Tenzin?”

Korra crossed her arms and leaned against the frame of the exit. “Sure, sure. Just gals being pals,” Korra let out a dramatic sigh. As much as it was hard to imagine, Korra was the daughter of a powerful Tribe leader and had been taught for the majority of her life ways to get what she wanted from people. Manipulative? Yes. Fun? Also yes.

“I’m sure Tenzin and Bumi, he’s coming over tonight by the way, will be glad to hear that you two are getting so close,” Korra nonchalantly focused on her fingernails and picked at them. “Anyways, I gotta go meet up with my girlfriend for lunch.”

Korra made a move to slip out of the room but Beifong called out.

“Wait.” Korra held back a gleeful smile and looked back with a quirked eyebrow. “It’s not like that, and you know it.”

“Oh, so that wasn’t you two who I saw at the gay bar not too long ago?” Korra was taking a risk here, she wasn’t even old enough to go to a bar but around Republic city it was still highly possible, it was also possible that they never went into any gay bar. But it indeed garnered the reaction Korra was looking for, Professor Beifong’s face paled considerably and Kya snorted, hiding her amused, and probably slightly embarrassed, smile behind her hand. “It’s ok, your secret is safe with me.” She gave the two Professors a wink and called out, “see you later, Aunties!” before disappearing behind the door.

As soon as Korra slipped out of view she turned and bolted out towards her ex-boyfriend’s class. Mako owed her 50 bucks.

this is irrelevant but Imma say Lin had to step down after destroying air temple island with extreme measures since there’s no bending here

#kyalin week 2020 #kyalin #kya x lin #i know probably terrible but who cares #legend of korra #korra being manipulative #anyways i hope you like it

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peachy-beomie · 4 years

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Fellas, is it Gay to Kiss The Homies? <TEN-CENTRIC>

Genre: Light Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: Kunten (Qian Kun x Ten Lee) and implied (Ten x Everyone) [ALL SHIPS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE PLATONIC]

Word Count: 1455

Warnings: Fluff overdose, might give you diabetes /t

Synopsis: Ten just really likes kisses and he wants to give them to his friends. That’s it.

A/N: I wrote this wanting it to be Platonic!Kunten but tbh it may have gotten away from me a little bit so believe what you want ig

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30021543

Ten has always been overly affectionate. In the eyes of Weishennies, Winwin and Yangyang bear the brunt of it. On variety shows and lives Ten can sometimes be found floating around one of his two didis or entirely attached to them. It’s become a joke among fans and members, the way Ten calls Yangyang baby while the maknae responds with countless protests and whines. But something fans are unaware of is that off-camera, the Thai male’s affection extends to all the members. Ten is known to demand touches from most any friend in reach. Even Kun, despite the pairs’ constant bickering. The WayV members have grown used to Ten’s insatiable need to hold and be held. There’s a silent understanding between the 7 roommates. All the boys know that comforting Ten is just more of a physical thing. Each member understands, and some have even become fond of the actions. Most surprisingly Winwin. Though he seems like a total skinship anti, he’s all smiles whenever Ten envelopes him in a hug.

For the endless love and acceptance of his bandmates, Ten feels so incredibly blessed. But even in such a wonderful situation, there are things Ten can’t have. And lines he dare not cross.

To Ten, there’s nothing inherently romantic or sexual about his lingering touches. To him, spooning with his friends is his way of showing platonic affection. Obviously some things are reserved for romantic/sexual partners: making out and things of the like. But the lines between friendship and partnership are far thinner to him than most. He hasn’t told his friends about his affinity for kisses, having only recently come to terms with it himself. All through his life he’s had these fleeting urges to kiss his friends, and he’d always passed them off as intrusive thoughts. But lately, these urges have become more persistent. When his members are especially kind to him, he feels his attention float briefly to their lips, wishing to give them a small peck. It’s always a peck. A forehead kiss, eskimo, cheek, knuckle, nose; always something innocent. A mere grazing of lips to skin. No matter how innocent the intent or the action, Ten can’t help but feel completely and utterly ashamed.

Friends aren’t supposed to want to kiss each other, he chides to himself. The dancer already feels like enough of a bother asking to cuddle and hold hands, he fears that by taking the extra step, he’ll lose all 6 of them entirely. So he pushes these feelings deep down, and continues on, hoping the others don’t notice his worry.

Unfortunately for Ten, Kun prides himself on being in tune with his members’ emotions. Kun first realizes something is wrong during one of the group’s rare off days. He and Ten had opted to stay home, the younger practically BEGGING him to continue watching Doctor Who with him. The two eldest boys have been watching it together for a couple months, and have already plowed through 2 seasons (that’s quite impressive considering how packed their schedules are). Since it’s nearly impossible to refuse Ten anything, Kun finds himself lazing the day away on the couch, carding his fingers through the soft brown locks strewn across his lap.

“Fuck. Everything,” Ten says after they finish the season 2 finale. “Whoever made this episode is a monster.”

Kun giggles, leaning down to wipe stray tears from Ten’s cheeks. “You knew it had to end eventually Tennie.”

“YEAH BUT THAT WAS SO M E A N!” Ten removes his head from Kun’s lap as the older laughs harder. “It’s not funny!” The Thai man pouts, only eliciting more laughter.

“Aw you poor thing,” Kun teases, pushing himself off the couch and holding a expectant hand out to the pouting brunette. “C’mon you big baby. Let me make you something to cheer you up.”

Never one to turn down free food, Ten trudges to the kitchen and sits down at the table while his ge gets to work. Ten watches Kun work for 15 minutes before turning to the table and placing a bowl of noodles in front of Ten. The younger looks up at the singer then, an almost indecipherable look on his face. In those few seconds of silence, Kun sees hesitation in Ten’s eyes, an uncharacteristic moment of pause. It’s like Ten wants to do something but he’s restraining himself. Then all too quickly, the look is gone. Ten thanks Kun for the meal before scarfing it down.

Kun doesn’t bring it up then, or when he sees the same look directed at Hendery the next night while they’re playing Monopoly. He waits a week before finally confronting the boy, having seen the same hesitant gaze 5 or more times by now.

He decided to confront him after their biweekly Just Dance tournament. Kun and Ten were on a team together and kicking everyone else’s asses. After winning their 4th consecutive battle they’d hugged victoriously. When they pulled back, Ten had “the look” written all over his face. And without warning, he pecked Kun on the nose.

Oh.

Ten stood straight in horror, he didn’t even give Kun a chance to say anything before bolting out of the room. The 5 other members followed him with eyes full of worry and concern. They’re only semi-placated with Kun’s promise of “I’ll talk to him.”

Kun opened the door to Ten and Hendery’s shared room to see Ten facing the wall dejectedly, curled tightly into his blankets. The older made sure he moved softly and quietly, not wanting to spook the boy. He sat himself on the bed across from Ten’s huddled figure, not missing the other boy’s flinch. Kun lays down behind the boy, wrapping his arms around his middle.

“I’m not mad Yongqin, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Kun uses Ten’s Mandarin name, knowing the younger loves the way it rolls off his tongue. “I just want to understand, ok?” The older rubs soothing circles on Ten’s arm with his finger.

“I’m sorry,” Ten whispers, almost imperceptibly quiet.

“Qinqin I told you there’s nothing to be s--”

“No but I am sorry,” Ten says, turning himself in Kun’s hold to face the older, but still not making eye contact. “I-I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I could tell it was bothering you.” Kun says, raising the eyebrow of the dancer.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Kun confirms. “So do you have a crush on me?”

“Not at all,” Ten says honestly. He fiddles with his fingers between their parallel chests rather than meet Kun’s gaze. “I just… hhh I don’t know how to begin to explain it.”

“Take your time.” Kun assures which Ten is exceedingly grateful for. Kun has always been patient and level-headed that way.

“It’s kinda like… you know how you hug your friends? To show them you care about them?” Kun nods easily. “Well, for me… kissing is kinda equivalent to a hug with a friend. It’s just...my way of showing affection I guess,” Kun nods again, taking in every word Ten says. “It became apparent a few months ago. But I didn’t want to bother you guys with it, so I kept quiet. And I know it’s weird and it’s really no big deal if you don’t want to I can--”

“Ten.”

“Yeah, It’s too much isn’t it? Can we just pretend this never happened? I’m really sor--”

“Ten.”

“Look Kun don’t worry about it. It’s really fine. I just want to--”

“Yongqin.”

Ten finally ceases his baseless ranting. Kun rubs up and down the boy’s upper arms.

“Ten it’s fine. I never said I disliked it. If platonic kisses are something you want… something you need,” Kun smiles lightly. “Then I don’t see a problem with that.”

This time Ten actually does look Kun in the eye, cat-like eyes wide with disbelief. “What?”

“Just explain to me what you need Yongqin,” Kun whispers understandingly, and for some reason it makes Ten blush a little. “I’m all ears.”

Ten was left completely dumbfounded. He had just proposed something… crazy.... and yet Kun isn’t running. He doesn’t seem weirded out, or scared, or disgusted. He’s still there.

“U-um…” Ten starts. “Just… small ones, I guess. Like cheek, nose, knuckles, forehead, hair, that kind of stuff,” Kun processes all this again. “A-and pecks on the lips are nice sometimes… i-if that’s not too much.”

Kun shakes his head and smiles, “Sounds good to me!” And to punctuate it, he places a small kiss on Ten’s forehead, setting the boy’s cheeks aflame once more.

“T-Thanks,” He says genuinely.

“Of course Tenten,” The older contemplates giving him another kiss for assurance, but he decides that he shouldn’t overwhelm Ten too much just yet. “Anything for you.”

KUNTEN PIC OF THE DAY:

I call this one: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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softlass27 · 4 years

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posting the cain vs. paddy extract from ibhfc for @nooneelsecomesclose17‘s reading pleasure 😘

Paddy just shook his head, squinting at him angrily. “Robert flamin’ Sugden’s not even here and he’s still controlling your life.”

Aaron’s fists clenched, jaw set. “Don’t start. Don’t bring Robert into this, he’s got nowt to do with anything.”

The disgruntled huff Paddy let out confirmed Aaron was wasting his breath.

“Your mother’s right, you can’t do this to Liv. It’s not – it’s not right. We’re not about to let you just – ”

“What’re you gonna do, Paddy?” Aaron threw his arms into the air, taking a step back. “Lock me up in my own house again? Through away the keys, hold me here until I back down and say sorry? You really wanna try that again?”

“What’s this?” Cain put his beer down on the table and stalked over slowly.

Paddy’s eyes instantly widened in fear. “N-no, nothing, it’s – that was just – ”

“It was just before Robert’s sentencing,” Aaron said, arms folded around himself. “I was gonna – I wanted to try and break him out, give us another chance of running away. But Paddy got wind of what I was planning, him and Liv worked together to get me back to the house, then he locked me in. Doors, windows, everythin’. Then he chucked the keys down the drain.”

He tucked his hands into the sleeves of his hoodie, cheeks burning as long-dormant hurt and anger rose to the surface. Paddy look increasingly uncomfortable, a light sheen of sweat starting to appear on his temple.

“They kept me there to stop me from getting to Robert. Paddy... he said if I wanted to get past him I’d… have to hit him, beat him up. Like I did when I was younger, when he found out I was gay. They said that – that Robert never really loved me, that he was a murderer and I had to forget him, stay with them instead. Because they were my family, they were the only ones who really cared about me. In the end, I gave in, promised to never leave them. He wouldn’t let me go until I did.”

“Is that so?” Cain’s face was like thunder and his voice was low. Dangerously low.

Aaron barely had time to blink before his uncle was lurching across the room and had his hands fisted in Paddy’s jacket, pushing him backwards until he slammed into the mantlepiece.

“Cain, no!” Aaron’s mum screamed, arms flapping, but he paid her no heed.

“Who the hell d’you think you are?” Cain hissed, getting right in Paddy’s panicked face as he shoved even harder, sending the photo frames behind him toppling over.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Cain p-please I was just trying to help him, I – ”

“He’s a grown man, he can do whatever the hell he wants.” Cain easily shook off Chas’s attempts to pull him off Paddy. “And what are you to him, eh? What made you think you the right to pull a stunt like that?”

Paddy's entire body trembled from head to toe.

“He’s – I – I care about him, he’s like a s-son to me, you know that I – ”

Paddy own words were cut short by a loud yelp when Cain’s grip on him tightened, pushing until his feet were barely brushing the floor.

“You’re no father to him, you can barely look after your own bloody kids, you pathetic little – ”

“Cain,” Aaron took a step towards them, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Let him go. It’s not worth it.”

Cain glared at Paddy, breathing heavily through his nose, before giving him one last rough shove and releasing him. Paddy wheezed and slumped against the mantlepiece, glasses askew as he looked at Cain and Aaron in shock.

“And this is the bloke you’re with, eh?” Cain turned on Aaron’s mum, still radiating with anger.

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth but didn’t reply.

“Though sayin’ that, you can’t be that invested, not if you’re throwing yourself at sleezebags like Priya’s fella the first chance you get – ”

“Shut up, Cain!” She shouted at him, eyes flashing. “That was just a stupid mistake, we’ve moved past it!”

“If you say so,” Cain shrugged, before glowering at Paddy once more. “I suggest you get the hell out of here before I lose my temper again.”

Paddy floundered for a moment, looking to Chas for help.

“Just go, Paddy,” she sighed. “I’ll see you at home.”

For a moment, he looked like he might protest, but one glance in Cain’s direction clearly changed his mind and he moved quickly towards the door.

“You should go too, Mum,” Aaron muttered. “I’ve got nothin’ else to say to you.”

“But love, this needs sorting – ”

“I mean it. Now.”

She hesitated, before huffing angrily. “Fine. But this isn’t over.”

As she and Paddy stepped into the hallway, Cain called Paddy’s name. The other man paused and looked back at him nervously.

“If you walk down the street and see me comin’ your way? You cross to the other side, understand?”

Paddy swallowed audibly, before ducking his head down and making a hasty retreat.

#it's what the egg deserves #no but seriously when will we see cain beat the shit out of paddy #my writing #ibhfc

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For @danceworshipper #27- “Kiss me” (Angsty to fluffy Destiel but they aren’t together yet)

Dean sighed heavily behind the steering wheel of the Impala. He nervously wiped his palms on the top of his thighs as the pulsating neon lights of the bar---no, gay bar--danced across Baby’s hood.

“Dean?”

Castiels voice jerked Dean back to reality. “Yeah?”

“Would you be more comfortable if Sam were here instead of me?”

Yes, he thought to himself. Because an angel, his best friend, and the guy he’s been in love with for-fucking-ever was sitting next to him looking like pure sin.

Instead of his old trench coat, Cas was wearing dark blue jeans that hugged his body in ALL the right places and had borrowed one of Deans’ old Rolling Stones t-shirts. The black cotton barely contained the massive biceps Cas had been hiding God knows where. His hair was looked like he just rolled out of bed but somehow was still sexy as hell.

“Nah, man. I’m good. Just gotta---,” he looked Castiel up and down quickly, “think. Of a game plan. Gotta think of a game plan,” he trailed off, willing his eyes to peel themselves away from the angel next to him.

“Alright. We know for certain that the siren is here tonight. We blend in, find it, lure it outside and kill it. That---is that still the plan?”

“Yeah, Cas, that’s the damn plan,” Dean snipped. He shook his head and stared out the window. “Sorry, I just---there’s a lot on my mind lately.”

Castiel frowned and rested his hand on Dean’s leg. “You know you can talk to me about anything, Dean. Can I help?”

Dean froze, his eyes glued to the hand on his knee. Shoulder touches and back pats were nothing new. But this was new.

Reading too much into it, man. It’s not like that. He doesn’t feel that way abou---

“Dean?”

He snapped his head up, eyes focusing on the worried looking angel next to him.

“M’fine. Let’s get in, get the job done and get the fuck outta here.” He swung the door open and slammed it shut. Rounding the car, he opened the trunk and pulled out two bronze daggers. He handed one to Cas carefully. He’d justify it as being cautious not to cut the angel, but in reality he knew what happened when he felt Cas’ skin touch his own. He didn’t have time to unpack that right now, so he ducked his head and headed towards the entrance.

“Uh, the siren,” Dean tried to hide the tremble in his voice, “they go after people who’re---like---they make them wanna kill someone they---fuck,” he shook his head, looking straight ahead.

“Dean, I understand how they work,” Castiel nodded. “I’ll watch over you. Just, maybe don’t kiss anyone while were here. That’s usually how they infect their prey.” The angel offered a small smile.

Dean pressed his lips together. “Won’t be a problem.”

Dean pushed the door open and was bombarded by thumping music and the smell of sweat and alcohol. There were people gathered on the dance floor, writhing to the beat enough to make Dean blush.

Castiel walked up to the bar and leaned his elbows on it, effectively making his ass stick out. The bartender’s eyes lit up as he sauntered over.

“What can I get for ya, angel?”

Dean smirked and suppressed a laugh.

“Vodka tonic and a whiskey with a beer back, please,” Castiel purred.

Jesus fuck, kill me now, Dean thought. Of course he’d know is drink order.

The bartender came back and handed them their drinks with a wink. “Have a great time tonight, fellas.”

“Oh, we will,” Castiel smiled and actually winked back at the guy.

Dean was in hell. Agonizing hell. Seeing Cas act human was not helping his situation. Choosing to ignore it, he turned and rested his back against the bar, surveilling the crowd. He felt something brush against his shoulder and turned his head.

Castiel was leaning in to say something directly into Dean’s ear but stopped. Their faces mere inches apart. Dean licked his lips, his eyes bouncing from the angels mouth to his eyes.

“I uh---so, what do we do now?” Castiel tilted his head, looking Dean in the eye.

“We---,” Deans heartbeat was rapidly increasing, “we do the job, Cas.” Dean took his shot of whiskey and slid it down on the bar, grabbed his beer and nodded for Castiel to follow him.

He walked out onto the dance floor and took a long drink of his beer before turning around.

It wasn’t fair. No one should look this good.

Castiel set his drink down on the bar and raised an eyebrow at Dean. He pushed off the bar and slowly walked towards Dean, hips swaying a little more than they usually do. The lights danced across his face and lit up his eyes that were staring at the man in front of him. He raised his hand slightly, resting it against Dean’s hip and pulled him in close.

“Blend in,” is all he said before his other hand laid on the back of Dean’s neck, running his fingers through the short hair. His hips started slow, moving to the beat of the music.

Dean took the hint and wrapped his arm around the angel, pressing his groin against the other mans hips. He felt himself moving without thinking, letting Castiel take charge.

Feeling his friend grind against his thigh and grip the back of his neck was overwhelming. He felt himself slowly getting hard between them and prayed Cas didn’t notice.

“Dean,” Castiel breathed against the mans ear.

“Cas,” Dean all but moaned, tightening his grip on the angels shirt

“Dean, the siren, it’s watching us.”

Dean’s blood ran cold. He’d totally forgot they were on a hunt and not just getting dirty on the dance floor.

“Good, ok. Good,” Dean huffed. “Who uh, who’s it lookin’ at more, you ‘r me?”

Castiel turned his head, baring his neck to Dean who wanted nothing more than to lick a stripe up it.

“Me,” he confirmed.

“’Course he is,” Dean whispered. How could anyone NOT look at Castiel? “K, well, let’s lure it out.”

Reluctantly, Dean let go of the angel and reached out his hand for Cas. Once he interlocked their fingers, he led him off the dance floor and out the back exit.

Dean looked back and smiled at Cas, also noticing that the siren was following them.

He pushed the back door open and was relieved when the cool night air touched his skin. The back alley was dark and dripping wet, it stunk of vomit and an overflowing dumpster but Dean welcomed it. Anything to get his mind off what just happened.

“It should be here any moment,” Castiel whispered, reaching behind his back and gripping the blade.

“Wait,” Dean held his hand out to stop the angel. “Might scare it off if we ambush it right out the gate. We should---we have to distract it. Make it think it’s got a chance at infecting you.”

Castiel tilted his head. “How?”

The handle of the door slowly turned down, the door was about to open.

“Kiss me.”

Castiels eyes flew open. In an instant, Dean was being shoved against the wet brick wall. The angels body pressed tightly against the other mans, fisting the side of Deans shirt. Their lips collided in a rough kiss, all tongue and teeth.

“Well isn’t this a sight,” a voice called from behind them.

Castiel pulled away then, watching Deans chest rapidly rise and fall. He was panting himself, trying to regain his composure. Dean looked over the angels shoulder to see a short blonde man standing there with his arms crossed and smiling.

“You get your kicks outta watchin’ two guys make out, buddy?”

The man smiled brightly. “Maybe I do. Or maybe I want to join the party.”

Don’t kiss anyone Castiels voice rang through Dean’s head.

“Do you, now,” Castiel’s voice was deep and sultry. Dean didn’t want to know where he’d learned how to talk like that. He stepped up to the siren, tilting his head. “Sorry, but my boyfriend doesn’t share.”

In a swift movement, Castiel pulled the knife out from it’s hiding place and thrust it up in the sirens throat. It’s eyes widened as it tried to scream but failed. The blonde man shifted and turned into a grotesque, hairless monster before their eyes. Castiel pulled the knife out slowly, letting the body drop to the ground.

He turned to Dean who was still pressed against the wall.

“Dean, are you alright?”

Dean nodded, trying to control his emotions. “Cas, that was---that was awesome,” he smiled.

Castiel shrugged his shoulders as he stowed his blade.

Dean smiled and pushed off the wall. “Seriously, man. You can act. Dancing, flirting, the uh---the kissing. Didn’t know you had it in ya.”

Castiel walked up to Dean and braced one of his hands against the wall beside Deans head, crowding into his personal space.

“I’m full of surprises,” he whispered. He watched Dean lick his lips, feeling the mans breath on his face. He leaned in and captured Dean’s lips in a soft kiss.

#supernatural #Destiel #dean winchester #castiel #siren #gay bar #kissing #first kiss #gay panic #hunting #dancing #angst and fluff

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